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irb-pascalito-99 · 11 days ago

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I Can’t Quit You Baby

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader (no outbreak AU)

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 4.6k

Summary: After the events of the night before Joel plans on avoiding you at all costs. You have other plans.

Content Warnings: dbf!Joel, age gap romance, dirty pictures, phone sex, mutual masturbation

A/N: This is p2 of Father Figure. Thank you so much for all of the support on part one! I have s couple ideas for these two so I’ll probably have at least a couple more parts. I’m working on putting together a tag list so if you’d like to be added let me know!

Dividers thanks to @saradika-graphics

Joel should never have let things get as far as they had last night. He knew he was in trouble from the minute his hands held your cold face, but he couldn’t just leave you out there like that. How you ended up going from a conversation about your douchebag boyfriend to discussing his own embarrassing lack of a love life he still wasn’t sure, but it was all over from there.

What Joel does know is that he still can’t stop thinking about you in his lap. He can’t stop hearing your panting breaths and quiet moans. He can’t stop feeling the pressure of your hips against his, soaking his sweatpants with your wetness. He can’t stop picturing his best friend’s daughter on her knees in front of him, ready and willing to take his throbbing cock into her mouth.

The whole thing was so fucked up. He’d almost chalk it up to some debaucherous dream he had, if it weren’t for his stained sweatpants discarded on the floor of his bedroom and the cum stained boxers he used to clean himself up when he jerked off after you left. No, no decent man would have ever done what Joel did last night, which is why it can’t ever happen again.

He’d planned on avoiding you for a few days until things had cooled down a bit. Certainly you’d find a more suitable guy to move on to, someone your age who wasn’t buddies with your dad. He’d just give you some time to forget about that night, and that would be that.

When he left the next morning to pick Sarah up from her friend’s house he didn’t even glance in the direction of your house, too scared he might see you looking down at him from your bedroom window.

He tried not to think about you. He did his best to push you out of his mind completely and focus instead on the rotation of country music coming out of his stereo, but the tunes of Johnny Cash did nothing more than provide background noise to his racing thoughts. It was easier to quiet his mind when Sarah got in the truck. He listened to her enthusiastically share all of the details of her night, and carefully avoided the topic when she asked him about his. It isn’t until he gets home that he sees the message. His heart leaps into his throat when he sees who it’s from.

There, at the bottom of his chain of text messages with your father was a new message sent this morning.

I need you to come over sometime today, it’s important.

Suddenly Joel was having a hard time swallowing. Could he possibly know what happened? Did you tell him, upset that he’d kicked you out of his house last night? No, you’d never do that. At least he didn’t think you would, but what else could your father need to talk to him about?

He chances a glance across his yard to your house, your driveway where he picked you up off the ground last night. Your dad’s car is still parked in the same spot as when he pulled in last night. The curtains are drawn so he can’t tell what he might be walking into over there.

“Hey Sarah, I gotta go over to the neighbor’s house for a bit. You gonna be okay?” Joel calls to his daughter as she unlocks the front door of their house.

“Yeah, see you later.” She says without a second thought.

Joel hasn’t even made it to your porch before he hears the yelling inside. He can feel the life draining out of his face. He forgets how to breathe and stops in his tracks.

He should turn back now. Take the coward’s way out. He could text your dad and say he’s sick, but how long would it be before the man came pounding at his door demanding answers. He couldn’t have that conversation in front of Sarah.

It takes all the strength Joel has in himself to finish the last few steps to the door. He’s still thinking of running when he knocks on the door.

“I don’t need you to find me something to do! It’s my life! I can figure things out for myself!” Your argument comes closer to the door so Joel can now make out the words.

“It may be your life, but you’re living it under my roof!” He hears your father yell.

“It’s only been a couple of months, dad!” You shout at your father over your shoulder as you open the door for Joel. He can’t make sense of what’s happening right now, but he’s immediately bright into the middle of it.

“Joel!” Your father says the second he spots his friend. “Back me up on this, she should be at least looking for a job shouldn’t she?”

Joel feels immediate relief was over him once he realizes the fight actually has nothing to do with him. Both you and your father look at Joel expectantly. Is this what he called him over for?

“I-“ Joel glances between your father and you. You’re standing next to him with your arms crossed and a death glare pointed in his direction. “I don’t know I’m the right person to ask…”

“No, come on Joel. We want your opinion.” You say. “My dear old dad here is upset that I moved back two months ago and still don’t know what I’m going to do with my life.”

“Can’t say I have an opinion either way.” Joel says, trying to maneuver his way out of the conversation. “I just came here to-“

“What if it was Sarah?” You interrupt. “Would you be pressuring her to make the biggest decision of her life because you want your giant house to yourself again?”

“Now hold on a minute!” Your father interjects. Joel is debating whether or not he should just slink and leave you two to your argument. Surely he could find a subtle way to suggest he come back later. “I never said you had to plan your career, but something even part time might give you something to do all day other than mope around about that good for nothing boyfriend of yours.”

Joel sees your body tense at the mention of your boyfriend, not so much that your father would notice from the distance he’s at, but enough for Joel to take note of the action.

“I’d rather die than work part-time at your company!” You’re starting to yell again.

“I never said you had to work for my company. It could be anything.” Your father responds exasperatedly. “Joel, you wouldn’t happen to have something for her would you?”

You whip around to look at Joel now. He should have snuck away when he had the chance.

“At the shop, not much right now.” Joel’s eyes flit back and forth between the two faces in front of him.

“What about at home? A lawnmower? A babysitter?” Your eyes are practically pleading for him to decline your father’s offer, but Joel has a feeling he won’t be letting up easily.

“I don’t know, maybe…” Joel scratches the back of his neck and does his best to avoid your gaze.

“Perfect! I’ll have her text you to set something up.” Joel’s still wondering how he got dragged into this even as your father pulls his phone out to text Joel’s contact information over to you.

“Nice going,” you mutter under your breath. You huff a displeased note in your father’s direction and walk away, leaving Joel standing awkwardly in front of the open doorway.

“Don’t mind her,” your father says, waving you off. “Come in, thanks for coming over.”

Joel stumbles into the household. Your father closes the front door beside him and directs the two of them over to the kitchen.

“Was there something else you needed, or…”

“Oh, yeah! Sorry, weird morning.” Your father changes paths. He directs Joel to the garage, stopping him in front of the water heater in the corner. “My daughter was saying the water wasn’t getting hot this morning when she was trying to take a shower. I took a look, but you know how I am with these things. I was hoping you might be able to help me figure it out before I have to call a plumber.”

Joel feels a tension in his shoulders release. Plumbing issues he could solve. He pushes away the image of you trying to take a shower this morning as he steps up to the water heater.

“Yeah, I’ll give it a look. You know I can’t promise that I’ll be able to fix it myself though.” Joel says.

“It’s worth a shot.” Your dad responds. “You gonna be okay here with my kid? The company called and they need me to come in and look over some numbers for one of our new accounts.”

Alone. In your house. With you. Joel can’t imagine there being any way that can end well, but he can’t find a reasonable excuse to tell your father. Joel shrugs.

“She’ll probably stay out of your way. She’s mad at me right now anyway so I imagine she’ll sulk in her room for a while longer.” Joel grunts in response. “Daughters, what are you going to do, you know?”

Joel doesn’t love the way your dad is talking about you right now. He couldn’t imagine talking about Sarah that way, but it’s not really any of his business either.

“Anyway, I appreciate this. Let me know if you need anything!” Joel waves goodbye as your dad walks away and then gets started with the water heater.

He doesn’t hear you when you slip in the garage through the door he opened when he left to get his tools from his house. He doesn’t see you prop yourself up on a stool in the corner to watch him. He doesn’t notice the way your eyes transfix on him, watching his hands flex and the gleam of sweat on his neck as he fiddles with your ancient water heater.

“How’s it looking?” You ask. Joel jumps at the sound and hits his head on the side of the metal water heater.

“How long you been there?” He asks as he runs his hand over his head.

“Not long.” You respond.

“You didn’t say anything?”

“Was just admiring the view.” You say playfully. You even shoot a wink in his direction. Joel scowls, returning back to his work in a desperate attempt to ignore your advances.

He feels relief at first when he hears you get up off your stool behind him, but then he feels the warmth of your body next to him.

“Stop that.” Joel says. He’s trying not to look at you, certain it would somehow give away the thoughts lingering in the back of his mind.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You tease and scoot closer to him.

Your chest is practically pressed against his back while you watch him work. Joel feels his pants tightening. If this goes on any longer he might not be able to control what happens next.

A piece of him wants to turn around and kiss you right here. He wants to hear you beg for him while he pins you against the wall, but the garage door is still open. One look from the neighbors right now and the cat is out of the bag. Joel coughs and stands up. He crosses over to your father’s work bench against the wall.

“So are we going to talk about last night or…” That’s actually the last thing Joel wants to do.

He doesn’t want to discuss that with you ever. He’d hoped maybe you’d still be upset enough from the rest of the events that night that you’d just drop it. However with the way you’ve been flirting with him since your dad left it makes sense it would come up eventually.

“You didn’t tell your dad about what happened with that boy.” He glances at you with his head still lowered.

He tries to keep the conversation nonchalant. Maybe this way he can keep it directed away from what the two of you did after said boy left. Apparently you have other plans.

“I also didn’t tell him I fucked his friend right after. What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” Joel can’t remember how to breathe. Did anyone hear that? For fuck’s sake anyone could be walking by right now.

Joel looks at you with wide eyes and scans the sunny neighborhood street only feet away from your conversation.

“Relax, nobody is paying attention to us.” You chide. You move close to Joel again and whisper in his ear. “I still smell like you, you know. I don’t know if you heard but our water heater wasn’t working so I haven’t been able to rinse away the reminder of you.”

Gently your teeth bite down on his earlobe and tug. A shiver runs down Joel’s spine. Instantly he’s back in his kitchen chair. Your hips grinding on his. Your moans filling the air. Your teeth release his ear so your tongue can run down the side of his neck. Your hands travel down his chest, to the hem of his shirt. They travel just underneath to glance upon the bare skin of his stomach. Your fingers graze the waistband of his jeans. It feels so fucking-

A nearby lawn mower starts and Joel remembers where he is. How many people could stumble upon what’s happening in your father’s garage. What the hell is he doing?

“This can’t happen.” Joel jumps away and motions between the two of you. ��We can’t happen. You hear me? It’s best if we both just forget and move on.”

Joel crosses back over to the water heater. You stare into the back of his head as he confronts his work.

“What if I don’t want to just forget and move on?” You ask. Joel still doesn’t look at you.

“Guess there’s nothing I can do about that, but it ain’t happening again.”

“Joel, you made me feel more in three minutes than I ever did in three years with that guy.” Joel’s cold exterior melts a bit when he hears the emotion in your voice, but he has to stay strong. It’s for your own good. Even if you can’t see that.

“Trust me, it wasn’t me you were into.” Joel says quietly. “You’ll find someone else to get you off. Someone age appropriate.”

“I’m not asking you for a relationship or anything. I just want to finish what we started.” You plead.

“There’s nothing to finish.” Joel snaps.

“You’re honestly telling me you felt nothing? That you haven’t thought about last night at all?” He doesn’t answer. Obviously he’s thought about it. He can’t stop thinking about it. He’d never admit it to you though. The question lingers in the air until finally you can’t wait any longer.

“Fine then,” You huff. You push away from Joel, walking back to the door connecting the garage to the house. Just before you walk back inside you call out in his direction. “Don’t worry about finding some job for me around your place. I’ll find some lie to tell my dad. I wouldn’t want you to have to spend more time with me than necessary.”

You slam the door behind you. Joel feels bad that he hurt you, but it’s probably better that he did now before things got more complicated. He tries not to think about you sulking in your room as he finishes up what he was doing.

When he finishes up he closes the garage door and heads back into the house. Your father is still gone, and you are nowhere to be seen, but the music coming from upstairs tells Joel that you’re probably in your room as he expected.

Joel tests the water using the kitchen faucet. He hums to himself in satisfaction as the stream starts to rise. Joel turns the faucet off again and is prepared to leave when his mind wanders back to you, upstairs alone and angry.

His feet seem to have a mind of their own. They walk up the steps, down the hallway, stand in front of your door, and then Joel finds himself knocking.

Your music is so loud there’s a chance you didn’t hear him. Joel almost hopes you didn’t. That way he could sneak away from whatever dumb thing he was about to say to you. Why did he decide to come up here anyway? He turns to leave when the volume of your music lowers and the door opens.

Joel stands like an idiot in your doorway. He hadn’t thought about what to say. He hadn’t really thought at all.

“I um,” Joel clears his throat. “I’m just headed out. Water’s working again, so you should be good.”

“Thanks.” You spit back at him. He nods, still standing there awkwardly. “That all?”

“I’m sorry, for being so cold.” Joel finds himself saying. “Obviously I thought about it. It seems to be all I can think about. That doesn't mean I wasn’t right when I said it had to stop.”

You look like you’re about to argue again, so Joel holds a hand up to stop you. He has to get it all out. You have to understand.

“I’m old enough to be your father darlin’.” Your face falls as he continues. “What happened last night was special and I’ll bring the memory of that to my grave, but that’s all it can be, a memory.”

Joel watches your shoulders slump. That’s that then. Case closed. He turns away before he can take anything back.

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As Joel finally lays down for the night, exhausted from hardly sleeping the night before and eager to put the day’s sordid mess behind him, his phone buzzes on the nightstand. He groans and reaches over to read it, just to make sure it isn’t actually important.

He doesn’t recognize the number, and the picture attached nearly gives him a heart attack. A woman is sprawled out on a bed. One hand rests against her chin, two fingers slip slightly between her lips. The other hand trails down beneath the waistband of her bright red lacy panties, the only clothing still on her body. Her breasts are on full display, as well as a deep purple mark on her collarbone. It’s the mark that confirms his suspicions as to who could be sending him this photo out of nowhere. After all, Joel is the one who left that mark on your skin last night.

Joel’s thumb moves along the curve of your breasts in the picture. You’re a goddamn masterpiece, that’s for sure. He should delete the picture. He should text you an angry message back, chastising you for your blatant disregard of anything he has said earlier in the day, but Joel finds himself transfixed on the photo.

He didn’t get to see your body last night. Maybe that was a blessing, because now that he has Joel doesn’t know if he’ll ever stop thinking about it. Are you thinking about him as you touch yourself? You must be if you’re sending him this picture.

He‘s almost tempted to sneak across the street and give you exactly what he knows you’re begging for. You really are so close. It wouldn’t be that hard to get over there, but how would he get back without your dad finding out?

Joel is debating all of his options when his phone rings. Your number flashes across his screen as it buzzes in his hand. First the picture and now you’re calling him? You really are desperate. Joel hates how much that turns him on. His body acts of its own accord when he suddenly swipes to answer the call.

A loud breathy moan greets him the second he brings the phone to his ear. Holy fuck that sounds good. Joel mutters a silent thank you to the heavens that Sarah is already asleep.

“Fuck darlin’. The hell do you think you’re-“ He can hear the squelch of your fingers undoubtedly pumping in and out of your dripping cunt. “God damn, you trying to fucking kill me?”

You don’t answer him, just moan out again as you continue what you’re doing. Joel groans as he palms the hardening bulge in his boxers. He should hang up. He already has let this go on longer than it should, but he can’t hang up anymore than he could stop you grinding on his lap last night.

“Oh God, Joel.” You moan out. Joel growls at the sound of his name on your lips. He feels the last piece of him holding on to morality dissipate. Every argument he had about why this is a bad idea is immediately forgotten and replaced with an animalistic urge.

You whimper on the other end of the phone and Joel starts to rip his boxers down his legs. His cock springs forward once it’s free of the confines of his underwear. He spits in his hand and uses the precome leaking from his swollen tip to slowly stroke his aching cock.

He lets out a moan of his own, the sound mingling with the melody of your continued pleasure. His mind will be replaying the sound for the rest of his days.

“Joel, fuck, please. I want you so bad.” You plead. He tightens his grip on his length and pumps himself harder.

“Yeah, you want this cock baby girl?” He asks darkly. He can’t believe he’s doing this. But what does it matter if he plays into your little game now? He’s already fucked either way.

“Yes, please. Joel, please I want you so bad.” Joel loves the way you beg.

“I know you do honey,” Joel tuts. “But I don’t think you deserve it. Now do you? Been so fucking naughty. Sending me dirty pictures. Calling me all hot and bothered after I told you this couldn’t happen.”

He pictures you on your bed just across the yard. Your fingers pumping in and out of your wet pussy. It should be his fingers doing that to you.

“Please, I’ll be good,” you whimper. “I’ll be your good girl. I’ll do anything, just please fuck me.”

“Sorry honey, not tonight you know we can’t.” He can hear you whine on the other end of the line.

Joel grips his cock harder and twists his hand as it pulls up on his shaft. He’s already so close. You seem to have that effect on him. Even last night, he nearly came in his pants watching your head fall back in pleasure the way it did.

“You want to be my good girl?” You’re so fucked out at this point that you don’t even form actual words in response to his question. You simply moan out instead. “Alright sugar, be a good girl and match my pace then. Ready? C’mon now, in”

You moan loudly, a squelching sound in the background as he assumes you push your fingers inside of you. Joel thrusts his hips up into his hands at the same time.

He keeps his motions in time with the instructions he gives you over the phone. You’re a blubbering mess on the other end of the line. His fucked out little slut, fucking herself with her own fingers at his instruction.

When Joel closes his eyes he can almost imagine it’s your walls squeezing him like this. He pictures the way you looked grinding in his lap. He listens intently to your moans as you near your climax. It’s not as good as the real thing, but Joel doesn’t think he could ever recover from getting that.

“That’s right baby, that’s right. Keep going sweetheart. Being such a good girl right now.” Joel rasps. He’s fucking his hips up into his hands hard and fast now.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Joel, I’m going to fucking come.”

“That’s it baby, come for me. Lemme hear it.” His words seem to be the thing that pushes you over the edge. You let out one final loud moan, then he hears you panting into the phone.

Joel pictures the way your body is probably twitching in your twin bed right now, your dad sound asleep just down the hall. You whimper Joel’s name as you start to come down.

He groans out your name and squeezes his eyes tight as he thinks of your face. Your knees on the ground. Your hands crawling up his lap. With just a few more thrusts into his hand Joel finds his own release. Warm ropes of come spill across his hand and stomach.

“Fuck baby girl, that was good.” He sighs. He opens his eyes again. “What a fucking mess.”

“You know if I were there I could clean it up for you.” You reply, the teasing lilt from earlier coming back to your voice. “If you’d fucked me like I asked you could’ve come wherever you want.”

Joel groans. He cannot keep encouraging this. “Not gonna happen kiddo.”

“Kiddo? A minute ago I was your good girl and now I’m kiddo? You really know how to bruise a girl’s ego.” He can hear the rustle of bed sheets as you move around in bed.

“Ain’t nothing to do with you. We just shouldn’t be doing this in the first place. I got ahead of myself a couple of times, but it’s over.” He waits for you to respond, but is greeted with silence instead. What kind of game are you playing? “Do you hear me? This was the last time.”

“Yeah yeah, I hear you.” You grumble finally. “Can I at least get a picture?”

“A picture?” He asks.

“A picture, of the mess you made listening to me.” Joel feels the tips of his ears go red.

He’s never sent a nude picture to anyone before. Sure he’d hooked up with a couple of women since Sarah’s mom left, but usually he kept it to women from the bars. No phone numbers exchanged. No dates. He kept it simple and unattached. Now here he was with a girl half his age asking him to send pictures of his come.

“I-I don’t-“

“Please, I sent you a picture. You owe me.” Fuck, fuck it.

Joel moves his phone from his shoulder with the hand that isn’t covered in his release to take a picture. He doesn’t bother looking at it before sending it, not wanting to get in his head about what it looks like. He’s only sending it because you sent a picture first. After Joel presses send he brings the phone back up to his ear and grabs some tissue to clean himself off.

“Holy shit Joel, you’re huge.” Joel feels himself blushing again. “Maybe it’s a good thing we didn’t fuck. I don’t know if that thing would’ve fit inside me.”

“Never had any problems before.” Joel says without thinking.

“You having second thoughts?“ you jest. “I can sneak you in through the back door.”

“What and have your father kill me when he wakes up in the middle of the night and walks in on me fucking you in his house?” Joel responds. “No, no I’m serious whatever this is it’s over.”

He throws the tissue away in the trash bin by his bed and lays down.

“Whatever you say old man, but just so you know the door is always open.” Joel’s heart stopped beating. He’s certain of it this time. “Goodnight Joel.”

He keeps the phone against his ear for several more minutes after the beep indicates you’ve hung up.

Joel is so fucked.

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mush's ultimate fic rec guide!

𓍊𓋼 a masterlist of all my favourite works made by various creators here on tumblr. most of these are series', but i've categorised them by 'series' and 'oneshots' just incase. i've made sure to tag them, link the posts, and add a brief summary for each, so y'all can digest and enjoy too! i'll also be updating this regularly (*ᵕᴗᵕ)⁾⁾

𓍊𓋼 please read through all of the tags listed for each fic carefully as i am not going to be listing them here! you control the media you consume.

𓍊𓋼 updated: 26/04/25 🔔

𓍊𓋼 key: ✩ = ongoing / ✮ = completed

Red Dead Redemption II

⟢ coming soon!!

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Baldur's Gate 3

⟢ coming soon!!

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The Last of Us

series

⟢ 'daddy next door' by @cavillscurls (dom! joel miller x sub! fem! reader) ✩

summary: "its summer in texas, and when the dashing joel miller moves in next door, your less than favorable life gets completely turned around."

⟢ 'of rage and ruin' by @corazondebeskar-reads (werewolf! joel miller x omega! fem! reader) ✩

summary: "joel miller made it twelve years into the apocalypse without getting bit. he turns into a much different kind of monster than he expected, though."

⟢ 'Waiting Game' by @gutsby (dbf! joel miller x fem! reader) ✩

summary: "joel miller has mastered the art of self-control in all areas except one: not fucking his friend’s daughter. a cross-country road trip home from college takes a hard turn when he’s forced to share a motel room with you."

Resident Evil

⟢ coming soon!!

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Call of Duty

series

⟢ 'Cherry Red, Crimson Blood' by @soaps-mohawk (tf141 x omega! fem! reader) ✩

summary: "task force 141 operates successfully without an omega, at least that’s what price has been saying since its formation. two alphas and two betas balance the pack just fine, and they have the numbers to prove it. it works for a while, until the omega initiative is born and the 141 find themselves having to adjust to the sudden addition of an omega to their pack. fresh out of an institute, you’re hardly fit for their secretive, dangerous world, or so price thinks."

⟢ '𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚐 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢' by @void-my-warranty (simon riley x fem! reader x johnny mactavish) ✩

summary: you and simon have been together for years, but, unable to give you what you truly want in the bedroom, what you need, he decides to bring in the only other man he trusts to do the job -- johhny. as feelings grow and troubles arise, will this arrangement come to a crumbling head, or will there be an alternative solution?

⟢ 'AS NEEDED' by @novemberheart (tf141 x omega! fem! reader) ✩

summary: after having previously been rejected by task force 141, their decision to finally accept an omega into their pack comes with many troubles and uncertainty, and your new place here might not be as permanent as you think.

⟢ 'Jaws' by @alkalineapparition (simon riley x hybrid! fem! reader) (this one is on ao3) ✩

summary: "alone and half feral in a dirty cell, ghost finds you during a raid beneath a military research lab. it quickly becomes clear that something isn't right with you, your behaviour more beast than human. a result of horrific human experiments, you're a failed attempt at making genetically modified soldiers with killer instincts and keen senses. instead they produced you - a mutt. ghost is assigned to be your handler, to help you heal and shape you in to the 141's very own attack dog. but the bond between a handler and their beast eventually turns into something more..."

⟢ 'In Limbo' by @ilium-ilia (mafia! simon riley x fem! reader) ✩

summary: "joining the mafia is no different than selling a soul to the devil, and it's something simon riley is all too willing to do if it means keeping his family safe. it isn't until he meets you–the girl who runs from everything–that he realises there are much worse things to be caught up in."

⟢ 'Daughters with Soft Underbellies' by @ilium-ilia (outlaw! john price x fem! reader) ✩

summary: "all your life you have known nothing but the word of god and your father's short temper. every day, you are forced to turn the other cheek for minor mistakes you make within your father's gaze. yet, as a devout follower to god and your father, you have no one else to turn to. when the owner of the saloon tells you about some strangers lurking around town, you decide to take your chances with these wayward men in the hopes that they'll save you. but they are dangerous, conniving bandits; a fact you learn a little too late. you should have known that sheep who stray too far from the flock are at the mercy of the wolves. better sharpen those teeth of yours, little lamb."

⟢ 'anatomy of us' by @bi-writes (alpha! simon riley x omega! fem! reader) ✩

summary: "in an attempt to tame an unruly alpha, you are given. he did not come with warning labels. but neither did you."

⟢ 'Breaking Bread' by @softaestluv (simon riley x fem! reader) ✮

summary: "simon riley who is quite the anomaly of a man, or human, rather. your lieutenant who has only spoken a handful of words to you. simon riley who happens to be sat at the only open table in the mess hall."

⟢ 'Grease & Grime Won’t Break Your Bones' by @softaestluv (mechanic! simon riley x fem! reader) ✮

summary: "you never thought you were attracted to grease and grime, sweat and exhaustion, definitely needed a shower and scrub, but no one has worn it like he is."

⟢ (1) 'RETURN TO SENDER' (original) / (2) 'IN CONTEMPT' (sequel) by @sai-int (criminal! simon riley x fem! reader) ✮

summary: (1) "it was a joke. A letter to a criminal—uk's most wanted. you told him he was hot. told him you were a virgin. left your address, because it’s not like he’d ever get out, right?" | (2) "you tried to move on, but no one quite measures up; not to the way he touched you, not to the way he ruined you. but when he reappears, you can feel him even before you see him. the past has a way of punishing disobedience, and now, it’s here to settle the score."

⟢ 'RASPBERRY GIRL' by @peachesofteal (dom! simon riley x sub! fem! reader) ✩

summary: captain! simon riley takes an interest in the sweet and docile little bakery-worker and vows to make her wholly his.

⟢ '𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤' by @cinnamonghostcrunch (simon riley x fem! reader) ✩

summary: "where in you move to manchester to start fresh, only to cross paths with a mysterious local who changes everything. what started as an unexpected encounter soon evolves into something much more, growing increasingly complicated as his secrets and your doubts cast shadows over everything."

⟢ 'INK & NEEDLE' by @gloomwitchwrites (tattoo artist! simon riley x fem! reader) ✮

summary: "a night out in london to celebrate your friend’s upcoming marriage ends with a quick hook-up in a club’s green room. you don’t expect to see your masked man ever again, and you leave it as a one-time thing. three years later, you’re back in england, and find yourself facing the man you walked away from at that club. he's running a tattoo parlor just down the street from where you’re staying. over time, your paths cross and cross again until the two of you are tangled up in a messy web. will it last? or will one of you walk away?"

⟢ 'Martyr in the Making' by @eilidh-eternal (tattoo artist! simon riley x fem! reader) ✩

summary: he's an observer. notices the way you use getting tattoos as a thinly-veiled coping mechanism. he has a better way for you to cope though, things he can teach you that don’t involve needles, but would still leave his mark on your skin.

*major credit to all the creators mentioned, and to the ones i'm yet to discover! you guys are so talented and i love you ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و♡

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joonieskinks · 1 year ago

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- cod masterlist

please do not take any of my works and repost anywhere else! these are my original creations and I would like them to stay here! thank you!

*all works feature reader as female

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last updated: 15/02/25

fics:

simon ghost riley:

she's it for me (f)

i got my red dress on tonight (f)

somewhere in italy, 2002 (f, s)

best friend's sister (f, s)

don't, she's mine (f, s)

princess!reader blurbs 1 2 3 (f, a)

patio season blurb (f, s)

vacation blurb (f, s)

low cut top blurb (s)

★ mine, mine, mine (s)

dbf! blurb 1 (s)

roommates (s)

fake girlfriend (f)

prof!reader x biker!simon riley au (f, s)

★ forever and always (a)

love you better than him (f)

just confess already (f)

★ a little too blunt (s)

johnny soap mactavish:

soulmate au (f)

alternate reality - younger (f, s)

alternate reality - older (a, s)

god of after care (s)

captain john price

jealous (s, f)

#joonieskinks #simon riley x reader #cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod imagine #cod masterlist #ghost simon riley #simon Riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #price x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #mw2 x reader #mw2 imagine #ghost x reader #ghost x you

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aurorawritestoescape · 2 years ago

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Welcome to my Masterlist, lovely! I hope you’ll enjoy my work<3

Series / Collections

BAD BLOOD - step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Summary: you want your stepdad and your step uncle offers to help

KISS KISS BANG BANG - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader (bank robbers AU)

Summary: Joel and you live a life full of risk, thrill and danger. Every day can be your last, so you savour every kiss and enjoy each other to the fullest. Can you survive this journey to your dreams?

PERFECT STRANGERS - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: What would you do if you met a perfect stranger? Someone who understands what you've hidden deep inside your soul. The attraction is instant. It's perfect. What if you don't want to be strangers anymore?

HEATWAVE collection - Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: They are horny. They are filthy. They are in love.

It’s a collection of one-shots following the same couple. Every story can be read alone.

A STEP INTO HELL - Stepdad!Joel x f!reader

Summary: after you move into his house, Joel finds himself possessed by the idea of having you. Trying to quench his lustful thirst he decides to get his hands on your nudes. To his surprise he finds something even better.

A collection of smutty stories.

One Shots

✨Lucky you Joel x you x Clint smut mfm

a usual evening with your boyfriend Clint and his friend Joel turns into a night full of lust and ecstasy

✨ Be my guest Joel x hotel housekeeper f!reader smut, fluff

working as a hotel housekeeper, you meet a handsome guest under quite unexpected circumstances. An awkward conversation leads to a friendly relationship that grows into something none of you expects.

✨Winter Heat Joel warms you up after a patrol smut, fluff

Joel helps you to get warm after a patrol.

Hot shower pwp

Strawberries and cream DDLG

Sweet remedy DDLG

A Villain’s Monologue - serial killer!Joel Miller x f!reader dark fic

The Helping Hand - QZ Joel Miller somno

Keep On Your Mean Side - post-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader (written with @milla-frenchy) dark fic

Birthday Surprise - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller mfm

Jacket -no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader fluff

The Burglary - burglar!Joel Miller x f!reader x burglar!Tommy Miller (written with @milla-frenchy) dddne, non-con

Flasher - flasher!Joel Miller x f!reader exhibitionism

Flower - post outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader dead dove, dark fic

Bad Girl - Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller (written with @milla-frenchy) dubcon

Morning Bliss - post outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader smut, fluff

Cockwarming Joel - blurb

Feed Me - Joel x f!reader pwp

His - dark!Joel x f!reader x dark!Tommy x m!OCs DDDNE NON CON

Always and Forever - post outbreak Joel x f!reader angst

Ribbon - Joel x f!reader pwp

Good Girl - Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

American Beauty -best friend’s dad Joel x f!reader part 2 Please, Sir

Take Me smut, angst

Swallow blurb, smut

Joel Miller x f!reader x Dave York mfm

Pt 1 Table for three Pt 2 Who’s your daddy? drabble Get a Taste

I know better than to call you mine fluff, smut

Heatwave pwp

Sweet Cherry virginity loss

In His Arms QZ Joel

Hot for You - drabble

Fill Me Up

Going Down - Joel x reader, Frankie Morales x reader

Wallet Photo - dbf Joel

The Other Brother - twin AU Johnny Miller x reader, Joel x reader

MEOW! - pwp

A Step Into Hell - stepdad!Joel

Craving You - Halloween writing challenge fic

His Star - smut, angst

Joel drabble - degradation, sub/dom

✨The Funeral - Joel fucks you at a funeral / drabble

✨ Your Boys - you’re about to spend the night with the Miller brothers feat Tommy Miller

✨Harder Than You Think - Boss!Joel x f!reader- written with @milla-frenchy Non con, dead dove

✨Borrowed Time - Joel and you are enjoying an ideal vacation together. Smut, angst, fluff

✨ Joel’s twin x you - pwp, drabble

✨ Naughty Thoughts - Professor Joel

✨ Perfect - daddy! Joel comforts you while you’re on your period.

The Party - dark!Lucien De Leon x f!reader non con

The Beast Within- dark!Ezra x f!reader dark fic

One Shots

The Visit semi-public

Surveillance voyeurism

Drabble based on a gif

Shaving Javi drabble

Steam

✨ Make them kiss you’re riding Javi’s boot smut

Series

The Hounds of Hell - Javi x f!reader x Steve written with @milla-frenchy

Summary: you meet two DEA agents in a bar. You drink too much and they offer to take you home.

Stolen Lunch drabble Dave steals your lunch

Watching You voyeurism

After Watching you - drabble

Flat line - dark!Dave dark, noncon

Table for three - Dave x reader x Joel mfm

The Devil in Me - devil!Dieter Bravo x actress! reader

SERIES MASTERLIST

Perfect Match Dieter x you x Marcus Pike lactation kink

Other Pedro characters

Lucky you - Clint x f!reader x Joel smut mfm

Cherry Lips - Clint x f!reader smut fluff

Hold my hand - Clint x f!reader smut fluff angst

Addicted - Max Phillips x f!reader smut, angst

Destinies Intertwined - General Marcus Acacius x f!reader x Lucilla mff

The Hoodie - blurb

Going Down - Frankie x f!reader, Joel x f!reader

The Photo - you find Frankie’s photo / 580 words

Non Pedro characters

Sunset - boyfriend Billy (Skeleton Twins) x f!reader Boyd Holbrook character, smut

AO3 /not all fics are there

Joel Miller pencil drawing

Javier Peña pencil drawing

I saved her the last of us 2 edit

If I ever were to lose you Joel and Ellie tlou 2

Joel takes you out to dinner - moodboard

Reed Richards edit lockscreen

Lucien de Leon edit lockscreen

Pedro Pascal lockscreens 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

The Mandalorian lockscreen

Kyle Gallner The Demon lockscreen

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diejager · 11 months ago

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I HAVE A (kinda) stepdad!König+DBF!Horangi

so it was a while ago but I reealllyyyy liked the one u did where reader’s sort of hooking up w/ soap and ghost on the side?? If u remember that

I was wondering if you could do a story where they’re sort of just hooking up occasionally (as often as reader can get away) but clearly both the boy like them and want to further it but she’s worried about König and Horangi finding out.

pretty much they notice her exhibiting really weird behaviors in and out of bed towards them?? She’ll freak out if they approach her a specific way (not knowing König and Horangi take advantage of her that way) or sort of doesn’t rly care about her own pleasure cuz she’s sacrificing it for theirs…just sort of stuff that makes Soap and Ghost go “uhhh 🧍🧍‍♂️that’s kinda weird innit” (they’re presenting traits of being groomed/manipulated/raped/etc)

anyways somehow Soap and Ghost find out ab what’s going on at home and….yeah they’re not happy 😬😬

Thank you for your consideration!!!

— 🌘 !

Cw: DARKFIC, STEPCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, implied smut, abuse, implied kidnapping, possessive behaviour, implied one night stand, implied crush, kinda poly, tell if I missed any.

They weren’t saints. If anything, they were the farthest thing possible from good-natured men, with kind hearts and sound morals. Ghost and Soap were sick men, soaked in bloodshed and tragedy, gunpowder and tears, they weren’t good men, they were simply men doing another’s dirty work to keep the world safer. They’d seen their fair share of filth on this earth, the most depraved and savage monsters that found pleasure in plundering and killing, covert crimes done under the nose of most civilians, and hushed exchanges for prizes. They, themselves, have committed unforgettable and unforgivable acts, torture, murders, arson, and so, so much regrettable things that would forever scar their victims.

But this- your situation was gut-wrenching, in a way that twisted their guts and made their throats tight, deathly silent in the brewing rage. From Simon, who had an abusive up-bringing and torturous life, morals and ethics twisted beyond normalcy and comprehension; to Johnny, who’s busybody life turned darker and darker with every life he’s taken, bodies piling over bodies, a permanent reminder that he wasn’t the same bright-eyed and goodwilling saint he was when he first enlisted.

They were mad: Simon enraptured in wrath, burning hotter than hell’s fire, whose rage rivaled one of God; and Johnny bubbled with rage, running through his veins like rivers of magma, scorching everything on his path to ash and rock. They were enraged to see the way you were used and forced into a new purpose by older men —much, much older men that they knew. Whereas Simon seethed silently, Johnny screeched loudly, words stumbling in a crazed frenzy.

It just- it simply wasn’t a good-natured frenzy. Ghost and Soap were not good men. It stemmed from jealousy and emotional possession. The many dates that you’d suddenly canceled, calling in a rain check that they had listened, were because you’d been fucked numb, legs too weak to walk or support you, tied to your bed or filled with another man’s cum. How rarely they met you outside of simple bar nights with your girlfriends before you’d hookup with them for the night until you had to leave. Or your reoccurring bruises, hidden under the clear lie of being clumsy, a white lie, truly, but a lie nonetheless and they hated liars.

And the worse thing, the one that hits the most, was that you were being fucked, and abused, and taken advantage of by men they constantly butted heads with. Once enemies, always enemies. They didn’t forgive or forget in their business, and their rivalry would continue until one or the other had died. Ghost would plan, scheme your taking and Soap would take care of you, a man much softer than his rough hide. Soap would gently introduce you into your new life, and if it does work, then Ghost would have to step in, eyes dark and heart frozen over.

You’d eventually like living with them. At least you liked them.

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shotmrmiller · 1 year ago

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can we just rewind time to where dbf!price fucks us and then when we try to get a little more from him, he's like, "can't do tha', sweetheart. got a dinner date with the wife."

then utterly ruins you in your own bed, finishing just in the knick of time because as he walks out of your bedroom, simon is unlocking the front door.

being his dirty little secret hurts, but knowing that he only fucks you—even while married— lessens the ache.

and then maybe somewhere down the line, simon brings up how the neighbor's son has been making googly eyes at you, and the guys are sitting in the living room, watching a game.

"who, the big lad next door?" johnny asks, "he seems nice, ye should get his number."

simon's throwing the remote at his head with pinpoint accuracy.

"offer up your firstborn, then, but leave mine out of it, sergeant."

no one notices how price's hand tightens around his can of beer, except you.

green is a very good look on him.

"yeah, daddy," your eyes stay locked with john's, "maybe i will."

#dbf!price #john price x reader #john price

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lilacliquors · 2 years ago

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dbf johnny, hes over for dinner with readers parents, and the parents start talking about a ‘date’ reader had that day with a boy, Johnny also has to listen to it. just a bit of jealous dbf! Johnny. I want to know how he’ll act.

i've been dying to answer this one all day

you're sitting at the table with your parents, johnny's across from you, and everything is going well, or normal. of course, you and johnny are sparing glances every so often, trying to avoid detection

but then your mother turns to you and starts to ask you about a date you went on not too long ago. and you see johnny kind of ... tense up in his chair

you feel your face heat up, and while your mom thinks it's cute ('you're blushing over a boy!'), you're more embarrassed by the fact that johnny has to hear this

you try to brush your mom off, saying it was nothing major and there might not even be a second date, but it was the use of the word 'might' that had johnny looking at you with a kind look you couldn't describe

"well, don't just settle for anyone, you know?" he asks, and you clear your throat with a nod

"no one could ever be good enough for my little angel," your father replies, and the two men chuckle, which only makes your mouth go drier

you excuse yourself from the table, clear your plate, and head up to your room to try and cool yourself off, the embarrassment too much to handle

but then, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and you rush to shut the door, but the person on the other side is just a bit faster

johnny has his hand pressed flat against it, and he looks down at you with a certain hunger in his eyes

"a date, huh?" he asks you softly, and you stammer, trying to explain yourself. but he just shakes his head and steps further int your room, gently closing the door behind him

"oh no, you don't get to talk your way out of this one. you're mine, and i think you've forgotten that. so, while your folks think i'm up here using the bathroom, i need to give you a little ... reminder."

#johnny cage x reader #johnny cage #johnny cage mk1 #johnny cage mk11 #dbf!johnny cage x reader #dad's best friend!johnny cage x reader #dawn.writes

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cottagecheese1 · 10 months ago

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unhinged worlds 4

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new beginnings, but what happens when your new beginning comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them.

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea. warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

Series master list right here

Another day, that's what you always seem to think when you wake up and the sun burns through your eyelids, when the seemingly 8 hours of sleep comes to an end, but this morning just seemed worse than the other ones. Mostly because you knew and dreaded what was coming as Andy grumbled, and pulled you tighter to his bare chest as he tried to hide away from the sun peaking through the blinds.

As you laid there stiff, scared, and a bit shocked at the previous night activities circulated through your head, but one seemed to never stop nagging you. You close your eyes and furrow your eyebrows thoughtlessly, as you recall the conversation the night before that Andy had brought up, and had desperately scared you when he mentioned a man named Lloyd. Who was this man? Your heartbeat quickens at the thought of another man coming in with the intentions of the men who were supposed to love, and protect you when your mother went away.

Andy grumbles and tosses around some more and you tense up and mentally curse yourself, secretly hoping for some more time with your thoughts, as you sigh in defeat and hear stomping and kitchen drawers being pulled open roughly. Andy groans and you feel him lean over the top of your head and pepper kisses all over the side of your face with a hum, while he strokes your sweater covered arm with a smug smile.

“Morning' honey..how did you sleep babygirl?” Andy says with a deep rumble as he strokes a stray piece of hair away from your face when you refuse to look at him.

You pause for a moment and your real response races through your head, scared, worried, afraid. Knowing that's not an answer he’d accept you sigh, “Fine.”

He looks at you with a little irritation when you cut him a short answer, and he sighs with annoyance, “Honey..I know you're angry, but you better knock the attitude off before I do..”

Andy grabs your face roughly, forcing you to look at him and his expression softens, “Daddy loves you sweetheart, but the last thing I wanna do is punish you first thing in the morning. Especially when we have a guest coming over today”, he smiles softly and loosens the grip on your cheeks slightly.

You nod slowly, and you notice how quickly his temper rises and falls within all of 40 seconds. You force yourself to give a small smile and sit up slowly. Not wanting to provoke the larger man in some way, your mouth feels dry and croaky as you open your mouth to suggest something, “we should..”, but the words get caught in your throat and you manage to force them out anyway, “we should get some breakfast..”

Andy chuckles and leans in closer, inches away from your face and pushes you back down flat to the mattress, “ah, give me a kiss first and we can go eat..” he smiles smugly and brushes your hair back.

Chills seem to run up your spine and you swallow nervously, while managing to keep your small smile, you lean up slowly to press a small kiss to his lips. Before you can pull back Andy grabs the back of your head gently with a bit of roughness, as he deepens the kiss and manages to slide his tongue in while he hums in contentment. Your eyes widen and attempt to push him away as you plant your hands on either side of his broad shoulders, and after a moment of him enduring your struggle, Andy finally pulls away with a chuckle while leaning over you.

“Just having some fun honey..no need to act like that”, Andy winks with a smile and lets you sit up. He gets out of bed, watching him throw on a plain white T-shirt with some gray sweatpants, and you both hear a knock on the door.

“Hey! Can you two hurry up already..Lloyds been bitching about wanting to see her already”, You furrow your eyebrows and what you can make out to be Johnny on the other side of the door, and then you realize that the man you’ve been scared to meet is on the other side of the room.

You glance over to Andy and he rolls his eyes while he lets out a huff, “tell him to hold on..! And that he’s in my house” he yells loud enough to where Johnny can hear, and Andy glances over at you while walking over to your side of the bed, then kneeling down to grip your hands in his larger ones as he stares into your worried expression, “I know your scared honey, and trust me. I was gonna talk to you about this, but he came earlier than expected, so all you need to do is be a good girl..can you do that for Daddy?” he says softly and for a moment you feel safe.

You nod your head and get up out of bed, in only Andy’s sweater and panties. Before you look at the door nervously and you glance behind you to see Andy's hands on your shoulders softly as he smiles down at you, “um..can I get some shorts.? Or pants would be ok to..” You say nervously.

Andy hums softly and nods, before looking down at your bare legs and panty clad ass in front of him, “of course honey..I don’t want anyone else seeing that pretty ass first thing in the morning either..” he winks before pulling out a pair of shorts that he seemed to take from your room, and you sigh in relief as he hands them to you.

Taking the shorts eagerly, you slide them on quickly as Andy watches you hungrily. A twitch to his cock makes him groan a bit when you bend over, his disappointment shows when you stand back up, turning back around to look at him and he gives a hum in contentment while motioning you out the door, which leads straight into the kitchen.

You turn the door handle and push the door open in unwanted anticipation. You feel Andy push you further out the door like you were a scared puppy, and he leans down to whisper slowly into your ear, “Remember to be a good girl..” a shiver runs through your spine and you nod.

“Morning sweetheart, you got a special someone who wants to see you..” Colin teases you playfully before Johnny elbows him in the side, before smiling at you with a bit of a mischievous glint to his eyes.

You try to ignore the two men standing in the kitchen before you see a taller man walk from behind the two boys, and you feel Andy's grip tighten on your hips as the man walks closer. He smiles down at you and pulls you roughly away from Andy with a laugh, “There's my pumpkin.! Oh look at you, such a cutie..gotta nice ass too”, the man known as Lloyd pulls you into his chest and gropes your ass playfully.

The mustached man leads you into the living room, and you can faintly hear Andy groan in the back while the laughter of Johnny and Colin stop. Lloyd sits down on the couch and pulls you roughly onto his lap, “Oh come to daddy pumpkin.. I just couldn’t wait to see you sugar, I know you're tired of these fucker-”, Lloyd gets cut off by hands grunt.

“I’m daddy, you moron..why didn’t you tell me you were coming this early?” Andy says with irritation, and Lloyd just shoots Andy an amused grin while pulling you closer into him and pressing a soft kiss on your cheek, which confuses you.

“Then I can be daddy when you're not around dickhead..like I said I was saying, I just couldn’t wait to see my pumpkin so I wanted to get here as early as possible..how about you sugar? You wanna ride in daddy's private jet? I think you do..” Lloyd coos at you as he grabs your cheeks teasingly, before Johnny scoffs behind him.

“She’s not going anywhere with you..let alone back to wherever you came from” Johnny states with a little humor in his voice, and you shuffle awkwardly on his lap. They aren’t actually gonna let his weirdo take you home with him right?

Andy immediately pipes into the conversation and waves his hand in a dismissing motion, “no, no, no..your not taking her anywhere with you, let alone on a plane or since I’m already pissed off at you” he says sternly while crossing his arms, and you just decide to stay put and listen.

“Oh stop being a little bitch, I’ll show her a good time..she behaves so well anyway” He scoffs for a minute before turning back to you with a teasing smile as you sit uncomfortably in his lap and look the other way.

Your actions seem to make a rise out of him and he grabs you face to make you look at him, and his hand wonders under your shirt until he pinches your nipples, and you jolt a bit and whine which seems to make everyone chuckle except for Andy, “Such a good girl..quiet as a mouse to aren’t you pumpkin? You haven’t even said a word to me yet”, he smiles and caresses your cheek softly, and you whine when he pinches your peaked nipples much rougher this time.

Colin seems to laugh at that and join in, “She's shy..barely even said more than a few sentences to us, not to mention how pretty she was whining. Desperate to cum when her pussy was getting some special kisses isn't that right baby?” Colin teases you relentlessly as his mocking tone makes you put your head down in embarrassment.

Lloyd Laughs at your shyness, and everyone seems to laugh along, including Andy. Lloyd tilts your chin up to look at him and runs his thumb over your bottom lip, before he slides his hand down your flimsy shorts and you whimper, looking at Andy for some kind of help but he just groans in amusement and adjusts the bulge in his sweatpants. As does everyone else and you can’t help but feel like you're being used. Mocked.

“Is that right pumpkin? Well you're shy now but you won’t be once I give you some special attention..daddy will make sure to spoil his princess” Lloyd teases and rubs your damp pussy through your cotton panties and you let out a soft moan and lean back against him.

“That's right baby girl..nothing wrong with a little attention, you like it don’t you?” Lloyd whispers lowly into your ear as you feel his thick fingers slide past your panties and you squeeze your thighs together in unwanted pleasure, as the others behind you groan in pleasure and you feel your climax coming closer than ever.

You grid against Lloyds fingers needily and let out shameless soft moans as he rubs quick small circles on your clit while he smiles at your neediness. “Thats it pumpkin..I know your close, go ahead and cum” he says deeply and you feel the coil in your lower stomach unravel and you let out a moan and slump back against Lloyd, as he takes his fingers covered in your juices and sucks them clean while the others smile and look down at you with lust and desire as your eyes are half lidded in pleasure, Andy chuckles.

“That was real sweet baby, but way more where that came from...”, Andy says darkly while Lloyd lays your back on the couch, and suddenly your back where you started out.

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@abbyyourlocalmilf

@wolfsmom1

@jeelsinha

@realm-of-azrael

A/n: Sorry it took me so long to continue, let me know if you have any recommendations for part 5

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goatgoesmbe · 1 month ago

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DBF!Soap idea

The best revenge to do, to get back at your boss is to fuck his beloved daughter.

That was something Johnny read online one time. He remembered rolling his eyes at it, but not anymore..

Not with the frustration and anger he felt for being medically discharged. Because his captain didn't think Johnny should continue working in the military.

Just because of a bullet to his noggin.

So he took that so-called advice to heart, flashing a charming smile as he visited the captain's house with a bouquet of flowers he knew you liked.

#call of duty #cod #call of duty x reader #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #mbe's soap

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ebodebo · 1 year ago

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Forbidden Fruit

NSFW CONTENT

—you and ghost had a relationship before you went off to college for your master's and he comes back for your father's and his bestfriends, captain price, party he’s hosting.

—dbf!ghost x f!reader

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"So, what are you celebrating anyway?" you ask your dad as he stands in the kitchen frosting cupcakes while you sit on the counter half-assisting him.

"Uh...nothing in particular," Price says as he carefully frosts a cupcake. "I just thought it could be nice since everyone's in town."

"Mhm," you remark as you stick your finger in the frosting. He stops frosting and stares at you. "Oh, come on, my hands are clean, plus no one has to know."

"I would know," he earnestly says, half joking, half serious. "And I'll tell everyone, you stuck your finger in the frosting. You might as well stick your finger in their mouth."

"Oh my God, you are so dramatic!" You exclaim, laughing. His laughs follow yours until you begin talking.

"So, who's all coming anyway?" You question finally picking up a cupcake to begin frosting it.

"Uh...just the usual." He continues. "Kate and her wife, Johnny, Gaz, and Simon." Your eyes dart up. "Simon?" He sets the frosted cupcake down. "Mhm—oh damn it." He says, as he spills some of the frosting on his shirt. "Why?" He questions as he reaches for a paper towel.

"Uh...no reason. I just haven't seen him in a while." It had been a while or so since you last saw Simon. And saw him you did.

"I guess it has been a while. Well, you two can catch up. Talk to him about college." You half smile.

"I should go change," you say, sliding off the counter and heading towards your room. Your mind is clouded with thoughts of Simon.

These are mainly thoughts of the way he left before you went back to college to pursue your master's. You confided in him, cried to him, embraced him, and even loved him.

He said he would keep in touch, but that had been all of five years ago. You had not spoken to or seen him in five years. Of course, your father had no idea of the sentiments you and Simon shared. He could never know.

You had sat in your seat for almost forty minutes. You were busy conversing with Laswell, mostly about college. You were just glad your dad answered the door for him.

Your goal was not to look in his general direction for the rest of the night, but your dad forced you to greet him. It's a good thing his greeting is pretty much always serious and to the point, so it wasn't odd to John that his daughter and Simon shared only one word.

However, then your dad had the grand idea to play a board game, which would force you to look at Simon. This would not do. You were looking for any reason to leave the table, to leave Simon.

Thank God Kate spilled some of her wine on the table. "No problem. Let me go get some napkins," your father chimed as he stood up.

"I'll get them." You stood quickly, heading to the shed before anyone could object.

You make your way outside to the shed to grab the napkins. You open the wooden door, which is surprisingly quiet, and step inside.

"If I were a napkin, where would I be." You whisper to yourself as you rustle around the knick-knacks crowding the shelves.

With no luck finding the napkins on the lower shelves, you investigate the higher shelves. You notice the familiar shade of white on the top shelf. "Bingo," you proclaim, but soon discover it would be impossible for you to reach. You scope around, noticing an old wooden box.

You drag the box in front of the shelves and stand on it, slowly extending your arms higher and higher until your finger grazes the napkin packaging. However, you feel the box holding you up starting to tilt—just your luck.

"Fuck!" You squeal as you feel your body falling, though you never do hit the ground. Instead, a force holds you up. You open your eyes to see Simon's eyes peering into yours as his arms encapsulate your body.

"You should be more careful," he gruffly states as he gently puts you down. You narrow your eyes at him. "What are you doing out here?" you question, irritability lacing your words.

"Price asked me to check on you," he says. “You were taking a while." You turn towards the napkins again. "Well, tell him I'll be out in a minute." You step onto the box and are expecting Simon to leave, but to your dismay, you turn your head to him in the exact same spot.

"This is usually the part where you turn and walk out the door." You chime as you place your hands on your hips.

He stayed stationary, no words coming out of his mouth. You narrowed your eyes again at his lack of action. "Simon," you annoyingly said as you impatiently tapped your foot.

He should most definitely not be thinking about you the way he is at the moment. You aren't just his boss's daughter; you are one of his best friends' daughters. It's unforgivable. You were off limits, forbidden fruit.

Forbidden fruit Simon Riley wanted to take a bite out of.

"Whatever." You scoff as you begin to reach for the napkins once again. "Stop." He bluntly says. You don't stop, though. You were going to get these God damned napkins one way or another.

"Y/N." He began, his voice becoming increasingly annoyed at you blatantly ignoring him.

You still stretched your arms, finally feeling the plastic bag holding the napkins between your pointer and middle finger.

"Enough." He sternly said as you stalked up behind you and roughly grabbed you by the waist, pulling you off the box.

"I almost had them." You breathed out, seething with anger. Though you were safely planted on the floor, Simon didn't let go of your waist. His hands stayed on your body.

Your eyes were staring into his. Your breath synchronized with his shallow breaths. "Let go, Simon," you breathlessly said, breaking the silence as you felt his hand grip tighten.

"No." He gruffly says as he brings you closer to him.

No, no. He wasn't just going to come back after years of ignoring you and years of your yearning for him.

"Your parents didn't teach you any manners?" It was a low-blow and you knew it, but you were furious. You didn't know the ins and outs of Simon's relationship with his family, but you knew there was some deep-rooted trauma there.

"I guess not." He plainly states, bringing his hand up to cup your face.

"Go figure." You whisper as you feel his hands on your face.

"Now that we know it's not my fault, can I kiss you?" He leans down, bringing his face closer to yours, his lips hovering over yours.

You are a weak woman, and you know it. It was just one kiss. That didn't mean you forgave him. I mean who are you to deny him one kiss?

You answer his question by hungrily connecting your lips. One of his hands slips into your hair while his other hand slides down to your waist.

Your hands instantly connect with his hair, slightly tugging at his roots and eliciting low grunts from him. He carefully slips his hand under your pale yellow sundress.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you whisper as he kisses your neck, moving to your collarbone. "What if someone finds us? My dad?" you question, worry coating your voice.

"You want me to stop?" He questions, slowly pulling his hand out from under your sundress. You eye him before grabbing his hand and placing it back under your dress, causing him to let out a gruff laugh.

"That's what I thought." He cockily says as he slowly rubs through your underwear, causing you to let out a moan.

"You've got to be quiet now." He continues rubbing light circles. "We would hate to have your dear old dad come in, wouldn't we?" You raise your hand to cover your mouth.

He shakes his head. "Move your hand." He commands. You hesitate for a moment. He raises a brow. You finally oblige, and as you uncover your mouth, he shoves your underwear aside and sticks his finger inside you. Making you open your mouth wide, but he is quick to slam his mouth onto yours, preventing the sound from escaping.

You bring your hands up to lock around his neck for support as he glides his finger in and out of you. He picks up the pace, grunting into your mouth as he feels you tighten around his finger.

"Gettin' close, huh?" He whispers into your mouth. You frantically nod your head. He curls his finger inside you, finally making you release.

He holds you up while you ride down your high, legs too shaky to stand up straight. "You know I'm still mad at you." You say as you place your hand on his shoulder for extra support.

"I know, sweetheart." He nods.

Your legs finally stop shaking, and you are able to stand without his support. Your eyes widen in horror. "What are they going to think? We have both been gone for a while." You start pacing.

"Relax." He gently grabs your shoulder. "They won't know a thing." He assures. You skeptically look at him. He tilts his head.

"You'll be fine. Come on." He guides you to the door and opens it for you.

"So, now what?" You question as you make your way to the backdoor of the house.

"Tell me about college." He says as he opens the door to the house for you.

Even though you were still furious with Simon for essentially ghosting you, you couldn't help the small smile on your lips at the thought of regaining the relationship you once had with him.

"Got a boyfriend yet?" He cheekily says.

Baby steps, you remind yourself.

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cavernsandcod · 2 months ago

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FIC GUIDE

CALL OF DUTY

JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH / READER

Johnny hasn't been the same since the tunnel. Life became hopeless, nothing left for him if not his team. Following the months of medical leave, evaluations, and therapy, he forced his way back in. But he's starved.

(It doesn't take long for him to develop a taste for someone his, and only his.)

BELLADONNA - 12.1k (longfic | in progress | dark)

JOHN PRICE / READER

Price takes a liking to his neighbor.

Vulnerable, expecting, and in need of his helping hand. It's a good thing he always wanted a family.

SWEET THING - 3.9k ( ??? | in progress)

DBF!JOHNPRICE / READER

Everyone has a complicated relationship with their father; the good, bad, and the ugly. Just like every complicated adult has their vices to cope with their issues. Drugs, sex, gambling, work, adrenaline— name it, it's been done.

Yours is a bit different: hooking up with your father's best friend.

ESPRESSO - (7.9K | one-shot | complete)

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY / READER

Simon is in over his head when parenthood proves more difficult than he thought. So, begrudgingly, he hires a babysitter.

(dilf!simon x babysitter!reader)

TBD - PLANNING.

DRABBLES & SHORTS

Price's Favor

(i.e the cuck au // #simon cucking price on my page) | 3k, in progress

The Concept - I

The Favor - II

The Pub - III

NOT COD

nothing yet.

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creepling · 2 years ago

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˚ ༘`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ WEEK 01: DBF! J. SLAUGHTER / 5k

WRITTEN FOR KINKTOBER 2023

synopsis. reader's father brings on an apprentice to work for him, but the young lad becomes an unlikely friend to the old man. johnny becomes a regular in your household, and the thoughts about him are becoming unbearable. when they become reality, johnny puts you in your rightful place.

tags. smut - MDNI. dad's best friend. college student!reader. size kink. height difference. reader is twenty-one, johnny is twenty-eight. dacryphilia. reader description in bikini top & shorts. sneaking off. bedroom sex. yearning. smoking cigarettes. power imbalance. secret relationship. rough kissing & sex. edging. oral (f & m receiving). use of 'little one', 'slut' and 'baby' as pet names. stomach bulge. johnny is too big for reader. positions: mating press, upstanding citizen, elevator stance.

Your dad was the guy the town went to to get anything from a tap to the free-loader truck fixed into shape. He was always handy with his hands, and it’s what brought the money in for the family. People come and go on the property, and you’re just glad the yards are big enough so they can work away in the blazing sun instead of disrupting the peace inside. At your considerable age, however, you never quite appreciated your dad appointing you as a jug maid when people came over—asking you to fetch water or mom’s home-grown lemonade and top it up for the guests.

Eight in the morning was the starting point, your mom fetching ingredients in the kitchen and your dad cleaning up his tools by the dining table. You idled behind the door as you listened to their conversation.

“Really? You’re gonna hire him?” Your mom said, confusion lacing her words.

“C’mon, it’s not the boy’s fault. Nancy said he couldn’t find permanent work in the city, and I’ve seen him fix things up – the kid’s got the touch. He can’t help who his family is,” Your dad defended.

“I don’t know, there’s rumours. I don’t wanna find out if there’s any truth,”

“Those are about Nancy, not him. Cut him some slack. You’ll like him when you get to know him.” That was the last you heard before you darted back to your room. As you changed for the day, you knew who your parents were talking about. Hesitant like your mother, you recalled your memories of the Sawyers and the Slaughters. They are a crazy bunch, not right in the head, tuned to the moon – the usual gossip about them. They were hushed words through the grapevine to you; you never met one of them in person. Now that Nancy’s ‘kid’ is your dad’s new apprentice, you could decide how crazy they are.

He drove in the yard in a busted-up truck, but the engine sounded clean and the exhaust clear as a whistle. Your dad stood out front while you and your mom hung by the porch. You strain your eyes to glimpse him in the bright sun. As he jumped out of the truck, your lips parted.

He was like something out of the movies. Hair slicked back – sun-kissed skin. Dust on his boots, the sleeves cut from his shirt. Head held high and flashing a smile as he shook your dad’s hand. You studied the flex of his arms – muscle-toned and robust. The rumours failed to mention how handsome he was, for sure.

Once he greets your dad, you and your mom walk towards him to get acquainted.

“I expected you to be a little scrawny thing,” Your mom smiled, just as surprised as you. The man chuckled and rubbed his neck awkwardly.

“You must be thinkin’ of Nubbins. I’m Johnny – Nancy’s son,” Johnny. It suited him like hair gel does a greaser.

“Gosh, I’m sorry, son, I’m bad with faces,” Your mom hollered, her bashfulness radiating off you and growing embarrassment in your core.

“This is my wife,” Your dad gestured, “And this quiet one at the back is my daughter,”

You introduce yourself. Johnny repeated your name, and it dripped like honey from his tongue. You mustered the coolest smile, hoping he blamed your bashfulness on the delirium of the heat. You spotted the hand he outstretched and shook it, your stomach doing summer salts at his firm grip—the stroke of his callous hands, deluging your hand. You could melt away in that moment.

Perch on the porch swing chair, nose in a book, your mind wandered to faraway lands to the noise of gears turning. Your dad praised Johnny’s working hands, a mutual bond in the early stages of establishment. Their tinkering perked your ears occasionally, your eyes peering over the book pages, salivating at the sight of Johnny’s gloved hands coated in soot. His eyes fixed on the mechanics, tiny strands of hair dangling over his forehead. Your dad calls on you, knocking you out of the trance.

“Fetch some lemonade, ay hun?”

You sighed, making your way into the house. In the shade, your skin still tingled. You glimpse your reflection in the hallway mirror. Cheeks dark – permanently flushed and hot. The pit of your stomach echoes alluring calls, burdening all logical thought. As you poured the glasses, you thought about those gloved hands gripping your sides, turning your body, greeting you with a rough kiss. Were his lips soft? Or brittle and callous, affected by the dry atmosphere. How much does his skin glisten with sweat? Do droplets run down the grooves of his muscles? His sun-kissed skin is littered with freckles, minuscule and collective, only noticeable when you kiss his points, running your tongue tactfully down his stomach.

“Honey, you’re spilling that!” Your mom rushed for a kitchen towel, soaking the lemonade that spread along the counter. You jumped out of your thoughts, awed by the mess, questioning the passing of time.

“Sorry, I was somewhere else…”

The thoughts only intensified when Johnny became a regular guest. He had much in common with your dad, and the unlikely man in his late 20s became a close friend to the older man. He was adopted by your dad’s friend circle, taking him under their wing, invited to BBQs, after-work bar drinks, and poker nights. When Johnny couldn’t make it, your dad always said he was in the city. You came to find Johnny wasn’t much older than you, but he likes to act like he is. One poker night, he walked past your bedroom, returning from the bathroom, eyeing the papers and books littering your desk. You felt his presence leaning on the door frame, thumbs hooked to his belt.

“Watcha got there?” He asked, his drawl never failing to amuse you.

“Summer reading. Gotta do it before I start the semester.”

“You’re always reading. Don’t ya eyes get sore?” His teasing took you by surprise. His hint at an observation was quite flattering. You thought he forgot you existed. It wouldn’t hurt to return the teasing, would it?

“Don’t your hands get sore from fixing so many cars?”

Johnny’s head leans back as he chuckles, a smirk on his face that could kill you on the spot. “You got me there, little one,” Johnny let his words linger as he walked back downstairs.

It should offend you to be called small, weaker, submissive. You were a grown-up. The grip on your pencil was firm but not from anger. It was from realising the sensation between your legs underneath your pyjama shorts. You were soaking wet.

July proved that this summer was hot, and there was no sign of it cooling down. Sitting outside was unbearable, and the thirst for cold water lay throats to dry as the pipes produced a lukewarm liquid that left a bad taste on the tongue. By the time Dad returned, the bags of ice melted in their plastic bags, causing your mother to rush about making ice cubes from scratch. All for the BBQ to still go ahead. The guests would be arriving soon.

Your parents’ friends arrived early to help out, and you heard the chin-wagging from up the stairs, cursing under your breath to find something decent to wear. Sweat invaded your skin even after having a shower, and the shorts and bikini top were becoming all too tempting to wear. You checked yourself in the mirror, the bikini strap tied around the back of your neck, the colour complimenting the hues of your skin. The plain and denim shorts are the most comfortable ones you own. Displaying your legs, room for the stomach, firm against your backside. It was the most revealing thing you’ve worn in a while, but as the sunlight reaches every corner of your bedroom, its feverish radiation gives you the excuse not to ponder. Checking your appearance once more, you sigh at your fussing and make your way downstairs.

Prepping food with your mom left you to wonder about your college friends. They were scattered around the states, living out their summers while you were stuck with the senior club. The guests remarked: if you don’t wanna hang with us old folks, we won’t take offence, hun. These people were considered your aunts and uncles; they’ve seen you in diapers. They braided your hair and kept your prying hands away from dangerous objects. The least you could do was spend time with them in your limbo stage of young adulthood and enjoy their company before you leave this town.

Things would have stayed wholesome if Johnny didn’t show up.

He wore the same clothes as always. This time, they looked like they had a fresh wash. His boots are polished, mechanic gloves discarded, his hair wet and slight back like he just hopped out of the shower. The congregation of the porch cooed at his arrival. The husbands were ready for handshakes, and the wives willfully smiled at his charming face. You were the only one to react like his welcome was neutral, even when you cocked your hip slightly to the side and fixed your hair.

He brought an offering of corn cobs, excusing the rest of his family not making attendance. “Momma wanted to give these as an apology for not comin’. She said she real busy. In truth, I think she was nervous comin’ here. She ain’t been out in a long while.”

They all thought how gratuitous the boy was looking out for his momma. You kept a blank face at their responses, knowing they would be as tense in meeting the ‘Black Nancy’. The black widow of Newt sitting with them, eating food with them, the rumours floating in their head like sewage in a gutter. It's a good thing he brought a meatless offering.

There were too many cooks in the kitchen as the men established a system by the grill, letting their wives sit around and ask Johnny questions, keeping him in their company. You sat by the edge, amused by the sight of his attempt to keep his cool.

They asked a lot about his family, and you sensed the tense build-up inside him from across the table. You bit your lip, staring into space, hearing the stutter of his words. He was like a meerkat around hyenas, and he didn’t like that one bit.

“How’s the old man? What was his name? Drayton! Is he still working at that gas station? Every time I drive by, there seems to be no gas in it,” The woman hollered, “Must be y’all bringing all the money in.”

“Wasn’t there a youngest? Must be cousins with yourself. ‘Went to school with my oldest, but he was not in it for long – teachers said he was slow-thinking. Think they pulled him out eventually. How’s he holdin’ up?”

The look in Johnny’s eyes, you hadn’t seen him like that before. Dark and daggering at the table, avoiding the gazes his way. You notice his forearm tense, his hands clenched into a fist. You felt like saying something.

“Quit your hollerin’ at ‘im! He don’t wanna gossip with ya!” Your dad’s friend nipped at his wife, causing the women to transfer into giggles.

“Would ya excuse me?” Johnny rose from the table and headed inside, insinuating use for the bathroom. As he entered the front door, you waited a few seconds before heading inside. Pausing by the hallway, you hear his footsteps, ear perking at a creak from upstairs. As you ascend the stairs, you see him loitering by the landing, arms crossed and back to the wall. His eyes closed, heaves of exhales coming from his nose – like he was meditating.

“Drains the life outta ya, doesn’t it?” You perked, earning a jolt of surprise from Johnny.

“What ya mean?” He drawled, shrugging his shoulders.

“They’re energy vampires. I love them and all, but- sometimes they never know when to read the room. I guess I just- I mean to say you’re not wrong for feeling annoyed by it,” You gingerly walk closer to him, eyes adjusting to his face in the dim light. He was always at a distance, a stunning piece to commend. This is the closest you’ve ever seen him. You glance at his worn-out jeans, the car spark burn-holes in his t-shirt, the scars littering his arms. He was a solidified dream, flesh and bone carved by the Gods – a little rugged. You cross your legs and hug your arms, unworthy of his stare.

He couldn’t help but stare, too, soaking you in from head to toe – revealing your attributes hidden by flowy blouses and cotton flares on an average day. Your skin looked soft and plush. The dip in your thighs from the denim hugging close, snug on your hips. The bikini demanded his attention, and his stare was everlasting on you. A warm aura collided with your tense muscles, still and eager. You straightened your back and hugged your arms tighter, defining the curve of your cleavage. Johnny cocked his eyebrow.

“You wanna hang out? We can sit in my room” Your suggestion slipped through your lips. You were urged by the thoughts signalling in your mind to fill the hunger for his hands on you. To find somewhere quiet and colluded for your moans to become ballads.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Johnny took a step closer to you. He was tall, his head tilted, eyes peering down at you. Your small stature shuffled back, but Johnny only leaned closer. The broadness of his shoulders engulfing you, his figure like a shadow. He was thinking about your suggestion, burying your head into the pillows, having his way with you. But for the first time, he felt like following a moral code – to not fuck his best friend’s daughter. He’d grown close to him and even appreciated his presence as the father figure he never had. But he had also grown fond of how you look at him, tempting him at every chance. Your acts were desperate; he mused on stripping you of your innocent facade, letting his hands reveal your alluring nature. Nervously laughing, you divert your eyes, swinging your legs in motion to your bedroom door.

��Well- while the old ones talk your ear off, I’ll be in my room. You’re welcome to join if you like,” You bite your lip and bat your eyes before closing the door.

Johnny shuffled between your door and the stairs, hearing the laughter from outside and a record hitting play through your wall. Both sound sources tugged at him until he finally gave him, opening your door discreetly.

You lay on your bed, positioned with your feet kicking the air, your hands splayed over a book you were reading earlier. The music mumbled as Johnny slowly closed the door, leaning on it as his eyes scanned your room. It was a physical personification of you, small tokens of memories littered around. The walls are still a pale pink from when you were a toddler, yellow-stained from cigarette smoke. Hand-me-down furniture in the set of dark wood, coffee stains on the desk, dust under the wardrobe. Johnny’s lips tugged into a smile, “Cute,”

You gave him room to sit on the bed, discarding your book and leaning on your side. Johnny prompted his back against the headboard, his boots dangling on the edge, mindful of the dirt on the soles. He digs into his pockets for his pack of cigarettes and lighter, clipping his lips onto the dout of the cigarette and pulling it out. You gaze at his pout and the clicker of the lighter, mimicking his inhale to steady the gutting pounds of your heart. You inch your fingers towards him, and he passes the cigarette, allowing you to pinch it between your fingers and draw it to your lips.

“Why’d you start working with my dad?” You ask the question you wanted to ask for a long time, to know the beginning of it all. To better understand the origins of his presence being the demise of your contentment.

“He offered me a job, I took it,” He shrugged, taking the cigarette as you passed it back.

“And now you’re the best of buddies. How’s that going?” You slightly tease, smiling at the sight of his smirk.

“I know you’re his daughter and all - but he’s a fun guy to hang around with. Doesn’t bother me he’s older. I like hanging out with him, and he’s taught me a lot on the job.”

Johnny taps the ashes into the ashtray at your bedside, his free hand by his side, inches away from yours. His hard fingertips traced circles on your duvet. You slide your fingers closer, breezing your nail along his index. He observed you, studying your innocent exterior, suspicious of your insinuating eyes.

“What about me? Am I fun to hang out with?” Your face dropped as he slowly shook his head.

“Don’t…” His warning was clear, but his tongue scaled along his cheek, trying to hold back. You roll your eyes and sit up, looking him dead in the eyes.

“You’re not that much older than me, y’know. You don’t get to treat me like a baby just because you're friends with my family.” You got your point across, narrowing your eyes as Johnny held in a chuckle.

“How old are you, anyways?” Johnny drawled, his eyes flickering to your lips.

“Twenty-one. And how old are you? Twenty-eight, going on Fifty?” Your face was straight, but you chewed on your cheek as his smirk grew contagious. A firmness gripped your wrist, and your breath hitches, pupils dilating as Johnny pours his stare into you. As he sits up, you feel small again, his shoulders at either side of you, his hard look demanding your attention.

“I see how it is. You’re all grown up now, but mommy and daddy still think you’re their sweet little baby. Everyone thinks you’re so damn cute, you’re the precious little angel. And you’re just getting darn’ sick of it,” Johnny’s words form a lump in your throat, and you meekly nod. His lips close to yours, and your mouth gapes open as he leans closer.

He pulls away, smirking at your intentions, biting the cigarette between his teeth. You turn away in a huff, rubbing your hot cheeks. How embarrassing to be teased like that and caught out on your feelings. Johnny was relishing it.

“Go back downstairs if you’re going to be like that,” You say, trying not to trip on your words and stand your ground. Johnny deadens the cigarette into the ashtray, and his boots scrape against the hardwood. He squats in front of you, forcing his gaze on yours.

“I ain’t doing anything outta malice, sweetheart. What you’re tryna do would cost me my job. What would your dad think of me? What would he think of you?” Johnny places his hands on your thighs, running his fingers along your bare skin. You caught your breath. “But… I’m not one to play by the rules. And, well, that little outfit of yours caught my eye the minute I came here.”

Johnny hooks his fingers under the hem of your shorts, his knuckles digging under the tight fabric. Your back arches along with your legs slowly opening, fixated on Johnny’s eyes on your body. “My, you’re just too tempting…” Johnny breathes out.

“No one has to know,” You convince, “I won’t tell anyone. You’ll still have your job.”

Johnny places his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek. You realise how big he is compared to you, how his hand could cover your whole face or wrap wholly around your neck. His lips tug into a smirk as his eyes devour you, “Yeah, let’s keep this our little secret.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as his mouth strikes yours, inviting you into a rough embrace. A low, mumbled moan vibrates against his lips, causing him to chuckle. Immediately, his arms around you press you against his body, bringing your small frame into a cradle as he stands up. Your legs wrap around his hips, his hands gripping your ass and the back of your neck. The effortlessness of handling coursed through your mind, wondering what other aspects he can achieve. His initiation of power lends you your submissive state, and you allow him to spread your short frame along your bed, his broad shoulders on either side of you, and he props himself with his elbows. He leans to one side, letting his free hand fidget with your shorts, his lips never leaving for breath. He tugs them off, chuckling as they fumble over your thighs.

Johnny trails his kisses down to your chest, his teeth scraping against your skin, sending shivers up your spine. His hands caught onto your breasts, massaging into their warmth. His nose is buried into your cleavage, and you take the time to undo the back of your bikini, letting the fabric fall on either side of him. The strap tickles his ears, and his hands yank the rest of the fabric, his mouth latching onto your nipples, a drawn-out moan escaping your lips. You wondered how loud is too loud. Will people hear from downstairs? Taking no chances, you clasp your hand over your mouth, sinking into the bed as Johnny attacks your sensitivity.

“Lemmie hear those moans, little one,” Johnny said between kisses, “You sound so darn cute.”

There it was again. Little one. You feel your underwear drenched as you buck your hips, your pussy rubbing against the thin material. It only intensifies as Johnny lowers his kisses, catching sight of the damp trail pooling in your panties. “Fuuuck,” he breathes out, pressing his fingertips against your warmth, making you tense. Pleading with your eyes as he teases you, your hips grind against his touch, begging for pressure. Johnny was not one for pleasuring others, but the sight of your desperation and your sweet scent sent his actions into overdrive. His fingers pull down the thin, cotton fabric, abandoning it on the floor, spreading your legs to reveal your dripping cunt.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” He prompts your legs over his shoulders, exposing you. You mewl at your vulnerability, eyes locked on his fingers inching towards you. He groans at his fingers sliding neatly between your walls, gliding upwards to your gummy clit. His touch was light but enough to make you shift your hips lower. He grunts, gripping your legs and giving you a firm stare.

“I need you to stay still, baby girl. I wanna take my sweet’ass time with you, ‘that clear?”

You nod rapidly, agreeing to anything that involves him touching you. You mentally beg for him inside you, to fill you up with his immersive fingers, letting each one stretch you out and tighten at his touch. You wanted to feel his tongue toy with your clit, cum all over his mouth. But he wasn’t playing by your rules, and Johnny will do anything to make you beg.

Johnny idles your clit, making his touch lighter whenever you press against him. He chuckles at your defeat, your ass sinking lower into the bed, obeying him in hopes of pleasure. Johnny takes his time sliding inside you, one finger after another, his mouth agape at the sight of your stretching cunt. You yelp into your mouth, biting down on your finger as you ease into his touch, gasping as he pumps in and out. Your eyes widen at the feeling of his tongue rubbing against your clit. Your stomach tightens, your hands grip the sheets, and a sigh of relief escapes your lips.

The sight of Johnny’s eyes looking up at you was maddening, his stare dark and lustrous. His free hand holds your leg wide, having all access to your sensitive cunt. The tip of his tongue rapidly against your clit, sending a tight, pleasurable feeling to your core. His experience was unlike any other. It beat all the sex you had before out of the park. Your climax inches to finish, your moans pitching higher, mewling against your pursed lips. Then, he stops, the cold air hitting against your throbbing cunt, his tongue licking his lips.

“Why’d you stop? Please, I was so fucking close-” You protest, but Johnny already has his fingers on your lips, silencing you. With a firm hold on your jaw, he slaps your cunt until it’s raw, basking in your surprise. The way your small frame protests his touch amused him more than he liked to admit.

“Awh baby, I don’t want you cumming so early,” Johnny mockingly coos, rubbing the bulge protruding from his jeans, “I gotta have some pleasure too, y’know.”

You sit up, practically clawing at his jeans, letting his hands stroke your pretty face as you reveal his cock. Like his hands, his length reached over your face, his girth heavy against your nose. Kitten licking his shaft, Johnny chuckles at your eagerness.

“Who knew you were such a lil cock slut?” Johnny amused. It’s the quiet ones you gotta watch out for, he thought. His tip pokes your pretty little mouth, Johnny aiming entry, his head thrown back as you suck it gently in your mouth. He grips your hair, his burly strength pushing your mouth deeper around his cock. You choke as your nose tickles his base, gasping for air as he springs his cock out of your mouth. Once his cock is dripping in your drool, Johnny pushes you back, exposing your throbbing cunt to his erection.

Beyond the mist of lust, Johnny thought for a moment. His eyes scan you – your puppy eyes and puffy lips. His hands pressed down your thighs, exposing your entrance, his tip rubbing against your clit. He wanted nothing more than for you to be his tiny fucktoy. He undertakes, sliding his cock inside you, slow against your tightness, the pressure forcing him to stuff himself inside you. He watches as your pussy stretches around him, the way your stomach expands and reveals the bulge of his cock. He comprehends the size difference, how minuscule you are underneath him, and how in your stature you squirm under his force. You try to back up as he is halfway, your pussy choking on his cock, but he holds you in place.

“This getting too much for you, little one? Can’t you take all of me?” Johnny grunts in your ear, rutting the rest of his length inside you, smothering your face into the crook of his neck as you yelp. Burying his cock into you, he waits until you succumb to his length before getting back into position and pounding his cock in and out of you. The roughness to provoke against you sends mixed signals, your mind foggy and fixated on his cock. A jolt of pleasure fills you, his thumb rubs against your clit.

“Who knew daddy’s little girl was so cock-hungry,” Johnny teased, “A pretty thing like you wanting me to ruin this tiny pussy. Fuck, your dad’s gonna be pissed.”

He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his fingers never leaving your clit, watching you ascend into lust as he tells you how dirty you are, how he sees the way you stare at him, how you were asking for this. You thank him repeatedly, asking him to go faster, harder.

“You gonna make me cum,” You purr, your high coming close. Your words encourage Johnny to keep going until the opposite occurs. His fingers leave your clit, his thrusts burn into a slow rhythm, and you feel like screaming. A numbing agony takes over. You sob into his chest. Johnny forces you to look at him, witnessing tears fall. His edging came to a breaking point. Your orgasm is denied and torturous. You plead with him with your eyes, your lip quivering. His pupils dilate as you sob.

His thrusts are harsher as if forcing the tears to keep spilling down your puffy cheeks, grunts breathing out his mouth at the sound of you choking on your sobs. His hand wraps around your neck, pushing the air from your lungs, using every possibility to see you crying. You knew he enjoyed this, feeling him twitch inside you, your lulling eyes catching the perverted look in his eye.

“You keep doing that, and I’ll let you cum, baby girl,” Johnny promised, not caring how psychotic he sounded, showing his true colours. The creak of the bed intensifies as he drills into you, prompting him to pick you up in his arms. You instinctively wrap your arms around him, shocked at how flawlessly he picked you up, holding you like you weigh nothing. Your legs over his arms, his forehead pressing against yours. Mesmerised by the dark look in his eye, you silence your moans with pursed lips, astonished at your tender insides ruined by his rough thrusts. The tears keep streaming, the pain mixing with your arousal, your delicate cunt denied of pleasure, at his mercy for emancipation. Johnny kissed your tear-stained cheeks – a glutton to its salty taste.

“Such a good little pet for me, so fucking good,” Johnny mumbles, a belligerent on your ass, smacking you against him and grunting at the pleasure. “I’m gonna let you cum now, doll. Fuck – I want you to cum.”

You gasp in relief, repeating gratitude, the depths of his pummelling enough to bring your high from your ruined pussy to its release. As you speak and squirm, you cling to his broad frame, nails digging into his shoulders, suffocating your face into his neck. Johnny is unyielding to your cunt tightening around him, his length bathing in your wetness, an exhausted groan flowing from his agape mouth. Johnny holds your dead weight as you grow limp, lightheaded from the rush, but still able to keep you with perfect precision. Knowing his climax is approaching, Johnny slips your lame, small body off him, forcing you to his knees. You become alert in your position, held in place with your head directly under his pulsating dick, his hand firm on the top of your head, ready for his load.

Strings of hot seed stretch your face and hairline, grumbling curses from Johnny, the sight of you marked with his release clouding his mind— the residue hanging from your lips, relishing in his salty taste. Johnny smirks down at you. Even in his transition to clarity, you are a sight for sore eyes. “You look so pretty like that, little one,” he chuckled.

Both of you are quick to change, aware of the passing of time and the guests downstairs. Johnny helps you tie your bikini, brazing your tits for the last time before buckling his jeans. Cleaning the cum and tears from your face with a cloth, you gaze at him, fumbling with his belt, trailing your eyes along the perimeters of his body. Wondering if all of this was just another wet dream.

Johnny revised the excuse with you once more, “I was in the bathroom, bothered by last night's dinner. You were in your room studying. Got it?”

You smirk slyly, making Johnny cock his eyebrow. “You really want them thinking you were on the toilet for half an hour?”

Johnny rolls his eyes, “Better than them knowing I was fucking you. Unless you got another excuse, smartass?”

A smile erupts on your face, giggling under your breath. Your eyes look at Johnny, ready to ask about the elephant in the room. “Is this gonna be the first and only time?”

Johnny thinks about it momentarily, shrugging as he gazes down at you. “It can’t be too regular. But I would be lyin’ if I said I didn’t wanna see you again,”

You sit there bashful, the flash of shyness intensifying when he gently kisses the top of your hand, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. He had an edge to him. You discovered that in the trice, but it only heightened your infatuation with him. To be under him, in his command, you never felt more safe, excited, and thrilled by what life threw at you. The risk of getting caught, in any other situation, your good nature meets with anxiety. Johnny made it worth it. It was impossible to deny him. And Johnny could sleep tonight knowing he had you wrapped around his finger.

“‘Til next time, sweet thing,'' Johnny exited, winking before closing the door. You lay back on your bed, gaining your senses, the butterflies in your stomach still prevalent and consuming.

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Mortal Kombat 11 Johnny Cage AU: ‘’Someone Older” PART 1

Warnings: Dbf!Johnny Cage, Dilf!Johnny Cage, Age gap ( Reader is 29, Johnny is 56 because that’s canon??) SoftDom!Johnny Cage, sub!Reader, usage of Y/N, a little Angst, Reader has an IUD, Fluff, some swearings, All warnings apply to the whole fic.

Let me know if I missed anything!

Author’s Note: Hello! This is my first fic about Johnny, so please if you have advice or request please don’t hesitate to message me! English is also not my first language so excuse my grammar, I also listened to “Older” by Isabel LaRosa while writing this!

Summary:Johnny has been friends with your father since you were in your 20's. You two have shared some nights together, make out, had sex, and no feelings involved, just for pleasure. One day he sat foot on your dad's doorstep.

You woke up feeling a little dizzy, you sat up from your bed as you grabbed your phone to check the time, it’s 10:30 in the morning and it’s sunday, You heard a bunch of laughter downstairs, As far as you remember it wasn't your birthday nor your parents, you quickly stood up and checked yourself in the mirror, you fixed your hair and your face a bit to look fresh, your phone vibrates as you grabbed it to see a text message coming from your Best friend, Jake, saying “Y/N, Have you done the essay about our literature subject? Because I kinda need some help…” You frowned as you remember that you haven't done a single paragraph about that essay, you panicked, texting Jake back, "Shit, when's the deadline? Because I haven't done a single thing about that essay." You clicked the send button. You went to the bathroom to brush your teeth as Jake Texted you again, "Dude, we're so dead!" You sent him a crying emoji as you continued to brush your teeth.

As you brush your teeth your dad came into your room looking for you, "Sweetheart, come downstairs, I know this is out of nowhere but Johnny's here! Can you believe it? You haven't seen him since what? Since you're 20…19?" Your dad asked as you finished brushing your teeth, "Yeah- I guess so, it's been a while since I saw him." You replied walking out in your bathroom, "Hang on dad, I still have to finish some school work-" you said as you dad nodded, understanding your situation, "Alright, after that go downstairs, ok?" He looked at you with a serious look for a moment waiting for a confirmation for you, "Ok, promise." You smiled at your father like a little kid, your dad also smiled as he kissed your forehead, "Goodluck with that sweetheart." he said as he went out from your room, closing the door behind him.

You sigh, as you sit down on your chair as you gather all your materials from your study table to start the essay.

An hour passed, You're finally done. You messaged your friend Jake about the essay, "I've done it, Finally!" You added a ton of crying emoji as you sent it, you heard footsteps coming from the hallway as your door opened and you saw Johnny. He changed A LOT, he became more bulky, his eyes , face, his hair, the only thing that didn't change is that cocky grin you always love, you smiled as you saw him, "Mr. Cage!" You said as you hugged him tightly, "I missed you too, Baby." He said as he hugged you back. "You're still calling me 'Mr. Cage' huh?" He said as you pull away from the hug, you chuckled, "Alright, Carlton." "Now that's just teasing." He chuckled, "Look at you, you've grown so much! You look even more beautiful." He smirked, "Oh, stop it." "or what?" He replied, earning a smile from you, "Why are you here anyways?" You quickly change the subject as you feel your cheeks turn bright red, Johnny notices the sudden change of subject but he ignores it, "Well you know, I've been busy and I haven't spent any time with your dad in a while, especially on you." "Yeah, you still haven't changed at all." You chuckled, "Alright, I'll save the teasing for later, your dad needs you downstairs so c'mon." He gestured downstairs as he smiled, "Please?" He looks at you with pleading eyes, those brown puppy eyes that you couldn't resist, "alright fine jeez, you Don't have to look at me like that-" you said as you chuckled as you go downstairs with him behind you, he smiled as he looks at you from top to bottom, he can't stop looking at your ass, he licks his lips as he snaps himself, as he heard your father calling the two of you downstairs.

"I know you two Haven't seen each other in a while, but save those for later, lunch is ready." Your dad says as you and Johnny sit down at the dining table.

“This better be good, I've missed your cooking a lot man-” Johnny said as he grabbed food and put it on his plate. “Dad always makes the best meal, what do you mean?” You chuckled, smiling at your dad as you stuff the food in your mouth earning a groan from you, “As always dad, it's better than mom’s cooking-” you teased your dad as Johnny chuckled at your words, ‘’So, how are you guys? I know it’s been a while since we got to do this.” Johnny asked as he looked at you then your dad, “We’ve been good man, it's just unexpected, you should’ve called me y’know?” “I wanted to surprise you and Y/N.”

A few exchanges of conversation later, the three of you finally got done eating.

‘’Sweetheart, can you wash the dishes? I’ll go buy something at the store, do you want anything?’’ your father asked as you gathered the dishes and put it in the sink, ‘’chocolate chip cookies will do dad” “Alright, i’ll be back in a moment, if johnny needs anything, you know what to do, ok?” your father left after.

You’re washing the dishes as you felt a large hands snaked around your waist, “I’ve missed you.” johnny said as he kissed your nape, you smiled as he kissed your neck, “i missed you too, Johnny.” you said as you dry your hands as you turn around to face him, you saw him smiling so widely, “You're still as beautiful as the day I left you, baby.” you chuckled, “So are you, Johnny.” he leaned in, an inch away from your lips, “You know what else i miss, hmm?” “I don’t know, Mind if you enlighten me?” johnny chuckled, “If you say so Princess,” with that, he kissed you deeply than you could ever imagined, You moaned, and immediately grabbed his neck and pushed him more into you, He lift you up and sat you on the edge of the kitchen counter, “Let’s be quick before your Daddy comes home, how’s that sound?”

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