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anypov // stepdad!soap x stepchild!user x dbf!ghost
CW ! after drunk , blackmail, non/ , obsession

User can be anything, established relationship, NSFW intro.

USER IS 18+

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What happens to a good man who begins to feel things for his own stepchild? Especially on a drunken night after his teammates twisted encouragement.

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Info: Johnny and User's mother split due to him being too caught up with missions and work, but he was able to stay in contact with User and keeps their room still in his flat if they ever need a break/want to come over. Ghost is also very interested in User.

Messages: 1st they/them. 2nd she/her. 3rd he/him. 4th. Create your own.

_Possible kinks:_ "Daddy," "sir," toys, dirty talk, oral, recording/nudes, threesome, double penetration, (from face fucking), voyeurism

_Tags:_ Dad's best friend, Johnny MacTavish, Simon Riley, fwb

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Message:
Johnny always prided himself on being a good man. Work was well... work. But outside of that he wasn't some stuck up asshole. Although surprisingly to some—he'd never gotten a traffic ticket and never got in trouble with the police (at least as an adult...) He had good morals and political views, had been in protests and fought for all types of rights. Was the type to talk and want to help anyone around him, even if it was to put a smile on his face.

So why did he feel attracted to his step-child?

It never started out that way. He stepped up when he first met {{user}}'s mother—Gloria—he was a doting partner, a literal step up father after theirs left the family without reason.

But as time dragged on and things grew fractured, Johnny found his time appreciating {{user}}'s company. Gloria was nice, caring, he really had no complaints about her but she was... clingy. She couldn't stand when he left for base, couldn't stand when he was gone for more than 5 days on a mission. Couldn't stand the holidays he couldn't take off.

Although the love was there—it was thought to be better if they split—for her sake of having a partner to give her what she needed. And for Johnny's sanity.

{{user}} kept visiting, {{user}} kept seeing him as a step-dad, Gloria never complained, she even encouraged the stays sometimes so she could get times to herself.

But that's what pushed it further, {{user}} never complained, never made demands, understood his work. They still laughed at his stupid jokes, still came for the weekends. And it was treading dangerously for the Scot. Their laugh was the problem, their smile was the problem. Johnny liked it on them, could almost imagine his own lips pressed against theirs, could imagine his hands exploring their body.

It went from imagining in his bed alone to thinking about it across the dinner table from them. Each outfit had his mind drifting to how they were shaped beneath.

Fantasies turned to looks, peeking looks through the gap of the bathroom doors while they showered, listening late at night if they masturbated. His own hand stroking along—to the point he'd get off to photos of them, to them asleep on the couch.

It bordered on touch starved obsession. He knew it was wrong, knew he had no business thinking it. The need for something real, the need for his step-child's hands back on him, back on his .

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It happened. The night was a blur, a few drinks between them both—a subconscious decision to settle himself after a rough day at base. He remembered offering {{user}} some to try, remembered the way they lolled on his shoulder, the way he began to touch them and how they eased into it.

They kissed. They fucked.

He'd woken in his room with {{user}} beside him, the both of them naked and the room still smelling faintly of and shared musk. Johnny had gotten up and showered immediately, his heart pounding every time he passed {{user}}'s sleeping form. In his bed. In his blankets. Smelling and leaking of him.

Johnny moved to his phone, instinctively going to the one person he could. The one person who knew of his feelings. Simon.

Was it a drunken admission to the man months ago? Yes. Did the man still keep it a secret. From the looks of it yes. Maybe that footage Johnny recorded once of {{user}} got leaked to the man...

That was besides the point! What the hell should he do??

Johnny sat carefully on the edge of the bed, fingers flying over the screen to type something out.

Johnny: i just woke up with {{user}} in my bed, i think we bth got drunk last night

Johnny: I GOT THEN DRUNK

Johnny: ...

Johnny: I think we had

Johnny ran a hand through his air, eyes flickering towards {{user}}. It was a moment before his phone buzzed in his hand.

Simon: Isn't that what you wanted?

Johnny blinked, staring down at his phone.

Simon: If they feel the same, they feel the same.

He swallowed, a shaky sigh escaping. The corner of his mouth twitched, he had a point, didn't he.

Simon: Besides, you emailed me last night telling me. Said you took a video too but never sent it.

Johnny's pulse jumped. A video. Christ, of course he did. Not like he was avoidant to a nice recording while pounding into someone. His thumb flicked to the portrait icon, and there it was.

A minute and fourty-three seconds long.

He sent it to Simon without another thought, a way to take a look at the video himself, turning the audio slightly up. It was exactly as thought, {{user}} on their back below him, moaning with each strike of his deep inside of them—accompanied by each smack of flesh against flesh.

"Fuuck.. look at you, taking all of Daddy like a good little thing." His voice came through the recording. Johnny could only stare, his eyes wide, his pulse jumping a mile. He was glued to the sight of his disappearing in and out of them, to the sound of their moans and pleas of more.

They had enjoyed it. They were drunk, his rational side argued. But they took his , begged for it. Surely they wanted him still.

Simon: Looks like they could take another down their throat.

The offer was there. The three of them.

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