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Adoptive Dad! Enji Todoroki X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: nobody asked for this but idc :3 i wrote this as a b-day present for myself!! i luv this old abusive man so bad oh my god!!! nasty old man who tries to be good but fails so miserably :3 old man who is just MEANT to be awful and abusive and gross!! luv it!!! i wanted to do a full on incest fic w him but idk if anybody would be interested >_< just let me know!!

Tags: adoptive-incest (daddy-daughter), age gap (18-50s), p in v, purity, sexual abuse mentions, loss of virginity, allusions to physical abuse, size difference, creampie, gross nasty stuff in general

Wordcount: 1.6k

Once all of his kids had given him a final 'fuck you' and left him on his own, Enji felt the pressure of loneliness crash down on him. Being on top in the hero rankings was worthless to him when he came home to an empty house. Every second he sat alone in his house, he realized that it was simply too big for just one man. It had never been a home, only a house where a fragmented family resided. Only once his kids fled did that realization hit him.

He needed to fill the space and quick, and more than that, he needed to start over. He wanted to redeem himself somehow. Whole new family for a whole new man.

But dating was hard at his age, and all the decent women were taken. Only fame-chasing whores were interested in him at this point, and he couldn't blame them. What the hell else did he have to offer? No woman would want to be with a tired, emotionally constipated, divorced, middle-aged man. Nor would any want to have kids with one, especially not at his age.

Adoption it was. Simple enough. Plenty of kids in the system. Plenty of needy little brats that could benefit from his new-found, new-wave parenting tactics that he read up on in his abundant spare time. 'Don't abuse your kids.' Who would've thought it? Crazy. 'Top ten reasons why your kids won't visit you when you're in the nursing home.' Well, shit.

He knew he had to go older. He would be absolutely damned if he would take in a toddler, or worse, a tween. He wasn't ready to raise anyone— he needed something already broken in for the most part.

17? Yeah, that should be fine. He could do that. Old enough to take care of itself for the most part. Another body in the house was what he needed, not another responsibility. A girl? Yeah. Girls were supposed to be easier, right? Girls are sweet and grateful, always considerate and willing to help out. Girls are gentle and tender.

Just his luck. He got the most clingy girl the foster care system had to offer. It was, at most, a bit irritating for the first few days when you were skittish and nervous around him all the time, but he understood. The problems occurred when you started to get comfortable.

He thought he wanted an affectionate little thing, especially considering the radio silence he received from his biological children, but this was just too much. Wherever he was, you needed to be. All day, all night. Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, excluding when he was on patrol.

Enji knew that adopted kids tended to have abandonment issues, or whatever, but did you have to be such a damn velcro child? It was cute, in a way, the first year or so of your stay with him. He kinda liked it, having some positive attention finally turned his way, but at a certain point it was just too much.

Like when you turned 18 and decided that sleeping alone was no longer an option. Of course, he gave in. He tried to argue back, but the threat of tears from you was too much for his now mended heart. He was trying to change, damn it. He couldn't possibly not give you everything you ever asked for.

'Oh, what's that? Sleeping in daddy's bed isn't enough? He has to spoon with you until you fall asleep? Honey, do you really think—? No, no, don't cry. Okay, okay, I'll do it.'

Or when spooning wasn't enough, and you needed to be massaged before falling asleep in Enji's arms, taking up his bed like nobody's business.

'What's wrong, baby? Daddy's already rubbing your back, what else do you want? Touch you where? Baby— okay, since you said please.'

Every night, his thick fingers ran tight circles over your clit, strong arms holding you tight while you flailed and wriggled against him. You never seemed to get used to his touch. It was just too good. He split you open with his index and middle, curling into the spot you couldn't quite reach on your own. Every night, like clockwork.

But, of course, you, the mouse who was given a cookie, asked for more. Fingers weren't enough. You needed more from daddy. Sleep didn't come easily enough for you after his skilled touches. You whined for him after every exchange, but he just couldn't give you what you wanted.

Daddy would do almost anything for his baby, anything you asked! Hell, if it made you happy, if it helped to ease the guilt he carried from his older four screw ups, why not? If it helped to mend the hole he created in his own heart, he'd pepper you in every kiss and suck and touch you as much as you wanted him to, but—

he really didn't think he could deflower you.

The idea was too much, way too much. Kind of hypocritical of him. Finger banging and slurping on his adoptive daughter was well and good enough, but playing a little game of 'just the tip' was a line he didn't know if he could cross.

It was tempting, and every time he turned you down he felt like a real douchebag, but he didn't trust himself with you. You were so small. He was anything but gentle. He had broken enough of his kids in other ways, he didn't exactly want to add to the score.

Your cunt was swollen and drooling after your near nightly ritual with Enji. Crawl up into his bed, whine, scratch at him and beg for his sweet touch. You always got what you wanted, except for one thing.

"Why not?" you whined, gripping onto his forearm as he curled his fingers into you from his spot behind you, lazily acting as your big spoon.

"This is enough." His teeth were gritted softly, trying to hold himself back. "You cum like this just fine."

You let your mouth hang open, shuddering silently at how he seemed to speed up and abuse your g-spot. "Not enough," you were finally able to make out, legs clenching in an attempt to force him to stop.

Enji huffed, ignoring your whiny excuse. He hated when you locked him out like this, trying to keep your cunt from him like some type of half-assed punishment. Moving your legs back open, spread even further now, he continued fingering you with the same brutal, forceful pace.

"You're being bratty, baby. I don't appreciate when you act like that," he said simply, looking down at your convulsing body.

"You always say that," you said, pushing his arm as you tried to squirm away from him to pout. "You don't wanna 'cause you don't love me. Don't wanna get close t'me."

That was his final straw. He had been holding himself back for your sake, but he could not handle the hurt tone in your voice, even if he knew you were faking just to get him to bite.

He pulled his fingers out of your hole and pushed them into your mouth, stuffing the digits down your throat. He slipped his girthy cock out of his boxers, jamming the wide tip into your needy warmth.

"You know that is not true," Enji said, already fucking into you without regard to how you were almost too tight. He'd fix that. Make you fit like a glove soon enough. "I spoil you enough, and you still want more?"

You moaned, sound coming out muffled from his fingers blocking your words. He pulled them out, strings of saliva coating your cheek as he brought his hand back to your clit.

"Jus' wanna be closer to you 'nd feel you."

He scoffed, pushing down on your clit with too much force, bringing you to the edge of climax already.

"No, you're a spoiled brat. I give you too much," he said, not meaning a damn word that came from his mouth. "Got used to getting whatever you want, huh? Selfish little pussy taking everything it can get."

The pure euphoria you get from him being rough with you for once is unmatched. Daddy gave you what you wanted all the time, and you liked it, but he was too gentle with it. Like he was scared to mess up or make a mistake (again). You needed him to correct you, you'd wanted him to fuck some sense into you for so long.

You clenched the silky sheets on the bed, hands trembling while he pounding into you, hips cramming against yours spastically.

God, he was ashamed.

Not because he was fucking his daughter, hell, he came this far without problem. He just usually was much better in bed. Your gasps and shaky moans did little to appease him. Any other time, he'd be composed and sophisticated with his strokes, but he was sloppy and needy now.

His cock kicked inside of you, twitching when he spilled his seed. He was so caught up in his own embarrassment that he hadn't realized how dangerously close he had gotten.

"Daddy, did you—?"

Your question was interrupted by his hand covering your mouth, unstable thrusts continuing to fill your senses. You couldn't care that he came in you when he made you feel this good.

While your legs shook and your pussy gushed, one thing was made very apparent to both you and Enji:

This was the first time he let himself go and fucked you, but it would definitely not be the last.

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darkredandroyalblue

6 days ago

big brother and little sister who still play house together as adults

brother who is the daddy

sister who is the mommy

brother who cleans the house

sister who cooks their supper

brother and sister who enjoy a nice candle lit dinner and share a bottle of wine

brother and sister who watch some tv before they move to their bedroom for the night

brother and sister who double check that they're home alone

brother who pulls his sister towards him and starts kissing her

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brother who unzips his pants and shoves his sisters mouth onto his big juicy cock

sister who sucks her brothers cock like it's the most delicious thing she's tasted (because it is)

brother who cums inside his sisters perfect little mouth

sister who swallows her big brothers delicious cum

brother who returns the favor and eats out his sisters pussy

sister who climaxes almost immediately, her bother is the only man who can make her do that

brother who asks if sister wants to fuck

sister who begs for her big brother to shove his cock inside her pussy

brother who thrusts vigorously inside his little sister

sister who moans her brothers name whilst making sounds you "shouldn't" hear your sister make

big brother and little sister who cum together at the same time as brother releases his seed inside sisters womb

big brother and little sister who say "I love you" to eachother, kiss goodnight, then go to bed

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darkredandroyalblue

1 month ago

tw stepcest

stepdad!kento catches himself one evening at the bathroom door as you're showering. his wife, your mother, is out for the evening and he's been tasked with trying to bond with you—his moody stepdaughter who has yet to warm up to the prospect of a man in the house.

everything you did seemed to be to spite the poor man. he had dedicated so much of himself to this marriage, and still you can't offer him even a chance. he had planned on sitting you down this evening to watch through a movie with him—he'd make popcorn and let you choose whatever dumb film you pleased. but he knew that would get him nowhere.

because you hated him. at least, he had thought.

but as he had walked past the bathroom to find the door cracked and the softest of humming sounding over the running water, kento started to wonder if your actions have been from a place of hate or from somewhere else entirely.

like that one time last week in the kitchen. he had been holding a tall glass of water, and you deliberately walked right into him, making him spill it all down the front of your thin pyjama top. you made such a drama about him watching his fucking step, but as kento thinks back on it he can't quite remember your expression. he had been staring, albeit unintentionally, at the way your nipples hardened through your now wet and now see through top. and you didn't say a word about it.

kento shakes his head. he's just being perverted: you have no intentions of riling him up in any capacity outside of innocent displeasure. you're not some horny young woman with eyes set on her step father, and kento is a nasty man for even entertaining the thought.

until you moan his name.

a sweet and prolonged "kentooo," that drips down the shower walls and reaches his ears just as his blood rushes south. is he hearing you right? maybe you're calling out for his help. maybe you're shaving and you cut yourself bad. or you fell and he was too in his own head to hear it.

that's the justification he comes up with in his head when he decides to push the dor open just a little wider and peek in. if you were hurt, he'd be decent about it: cover his eyes the best he could and treat you with the modesty you so deserve and—

you have the shower head tucked between your legs. with your free hand, you run your fingers over your perfect tits, tweaking a nipple here and there as you arch into the jet-setting that pulses against your clit so perfectly that you almost don't need to imagine it's your stepdads tongue instead.

but you do, and you moan his name like a bitch in heat because he brings out a part of you that makes you feel like exactly that.

poor kento can't help himself either. what kind of man is he, to stand behind an ajar door with his cock suddenly hooked out of his slacks and being stroked at a punishing pace as he watches his stepdaughter pleasure herself. how filthy is it that you pine after him: that you have no clue he's watching you stimulate your needy little clit to the thought of him? he wonders what you think about, whether it's detailed or a vague taboo that keeps you going.

he wonders if your mind reels at the dinner table when his feet accidentally brush against your legs beneath. he wants to know what you think when you greet him in the mornings, and he's stretching out and showing off his happy trail and mussed blond hair...

he wonders if he's going to hell for this. or if a divorce is right around the corner. his wedding band feels cool against his otherwise searing hot length. god, this is bad.

your mother would flip. you would too, if you knew he was only a few feet away and peering around the room in search of your discarded panties. if you knew he was contemplating the merits of sneaking in and stealing them to jack off into later. would you scream? call him every name under the sun? tell your mom?

or would you meet his eye sin the bathroom mirror, like you are right now, and fucking smile.

he thinks his heart stops. but again it beats and your eyes don't leave his in the reflection, and your hand doesn't pull the shower head from your sweet little pussy and kento doesn't stop fucking his fist in return.

it's straight eye contact. it's the exchange of everything wrong with whats happening right now until the two of you build into a mind-blowing shared climax that has kento biting down on a moan and you letting one rip raw from your throat.

so you don't hate him.

he hates himself, though. guilt weighs him down as he, still without breath from his heavy orgasm, steps backwards and leaves you wondering if you really saw your stepdad in the mirror or if your wishful thinking has just become too much these days.

and he cleans up in the master bathroom with a headache and a newfound urge to read the fucking bible again. you join him later that night for the promised movie night bonding experience—just to put on the cheesiest film you can and insist on sharing a blanket to save the energy of going to get another.

and he keeps his eyes locked on the film the whole time. and you pretend that you don't see the sliver of your lace panties poking out from his pocket.

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darkredandroyalblue

1 year ago

I GOT TO IT I GOT TO IT I GOT TO ITTTT AAAAAAHSHSYWUWIQKWNANSJDHWJAJANSNQHQJWHAHAHAAAHSHSJDNGKROWNSBS

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darkredandroyalblue

4 months ago

I just listened to epic the musical in one go

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darkredandroyalblue

3 months ago

me and my female moots

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darkredandroyalblue

2 months ago

Spider more like. Spied her bitties (bug titties) in your mouth

y-you saw that??? >////_////< you were watching??? 😳

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darkredandroyalblue

1 month ago

HEY! HEY!!! I NEED HELP!

Can I please get some recommendations for good sibling cest dark romance books. The darker the better. Both bio & step siblings are good or even just when ML & FL are raised together since she was young.

I love when they go back to their childhood like in Torment by Dylan Page and Skin of a Sinner. No TWs or limits. But I need them obsessive and possessive. Please someone help me get my fix!

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darkredandroyalblue

1 month ago

saying “but im just a little girl!!!” when big sis touches me, she said “that makes it even better” and i wowowowowowumwow

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darkredandroyalblue

1 month ago

You age characters up, I age them wayyyy down. We are not the same.

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darkredandroyalblue

1 month ago

[ playing doctor with my sweet little sister ]

helping her up onto the table, sneaking a peek at her little pink undies below her skirt as she crawls up~

“That’s it, sweetie. Okay, are you ready for your checkup? Good, good.. now it’s important you listen to everything the doctor says, okay honey?” making sure she’ll play nice when the ‘doctor’ needs to take a closer look.

taking my time, inspecting every pretty part of her body. hand on the soft skin of her cheek, fingers tracing her dimples and jaw.

“You’re so pretty, sis. You know that?” I mumble, edging closer so that I stand between her parted thighs and legs dangling off the table.

my cock throbbing incessantly in my pants, desperate to grind against her and feel her sticky wetness bloom through her cotton panties.

“Now, I need you to take off some clothes, okay sweetie? The doctor needs to be able to get a closer look-“ unable to stop my breath from hitching as I consider seeing her bare skin, soft and supple.

starting with her top, lifting it over her head and stifling a gasp when her perky little breasts come into view. Instantly reaching out to take one into my hand, despite doing my utmost to take it slow

rolling her soft nipple between my index and my thumb.

“This all-.. looks good..” *I mumble, trying to stretch out the time I can touch her tits without her catching on.

a shiver runs down my spine in anticipation for the next inspection. my eyes flick between my pretty little sister and the kitchen door (it was the only place we had an ‘operating’ table!) nervous our dad might walk in, might hijack my checkup!

“Now- uh-“ clearing my throat, almost surprised by my own boldness.

“Can you.. pull down your skirt for me?” I ask as the anticipation inside of me wells up to a bursting point.

watching as she obediently drops her skirt, it’s soft pink fabric falling to the floor over my black leather boot.

the feeling of my big-brother-cock tenting against my pants. seeing my perfect little sister exposed, only her tiny undies preserving her dignity.

getting down on my knees, eyes level with her sweet little covered cunt. my hands running up and down her thighs. knowing exactly what I am doing as my hands dance towards her inner thigh, waiting patiently as that perfect wet patch begins to form on her panties.

glancing up at her constantly, checking her expression as I grow bolder and bolder in my advances.

fingers stretching ever nearer to her most sensitive spot on each pass of her thighs, finally, letting my fingers push past the hemline. the perfect little blush on her face telling me all I need to know, telling me this is exactly what she needs.

and I’m so ready to provide, just as a good big brother doctor should.

“I’m gonna get a little closer now, ‘kay sweetie?” I ask, not waiting for a response

I hook my index under the hemline of her undies, pulling the wet fabric to the side to expose her slick little cunt. feeling her shiver as as the cool kitchen air hits her wet slit.

‘p e r f e c t i o n’

“Cold, baby? Don’t worry, don’t worry, pup. I’ll fix it. Leave it to big brother.”

not wasting another moment as I bring my lips to her cunt, kissing sloppily with an open mouth. drinking her essence greedily as I listen to her pretty noises and whines.

pushing forwards as she leans back on the table, her legs instinctively coming up over my shoulders. lacing my fingers with hers, thumb stroking reassuringly over the back of her palm.

my tongue pushing deep into her untouched slit, my freehand slipping down to rub my aching bulge, desperate thoughts to whisk her away to my room at conflict with those that just want her to feel good and love her big brother~!

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