#dbf!ghost

[tojisun]

hhh thiming about biting (dbf) simon’s neck during missionary, digging your teeth into his skin so hard they leave an indent—

he pulls away with a snarled hiss, his cheeks flushed and his pupils blown wide, only to pause at the drunken look in your eyes.

“mouth getting too empty f’r y’r liking, love?” he croons.

and when you nod, mewling mid-tears, all simon does is chuckle, his gaze shifting into something so soft it makes you ache.

“alright, then,” he murmurs, nuzzling close, before tilting his head to the side, giving you room to slot yourself into him again.

every drag of your teeth and every puncture, every suckle—it makes simon hiss in pleasure, his breathy rasps reverberating from where his chest is pressed onto yours.

[joonieskinks]

dbf!Simon Riley who has always kinda just been around. Your father and him have been good friends for years, always coming over and hanging with the family, no one minds. You’ve always been comfortable with him, interested in his company and found him attractive of course.

dbf!Simon Riley who can’t help but start to notice you more so as you’ve gotten older and become of age. Well, he always thought you were endearing and a sweet girl, never in a creepy way- but now that you’ve developed into a 20 something, he sees you in a new light. You’re the same way but with him too. Sure, you’ve had your little fantasies about the older man, but now as a grown woman you were determined to be seen different, and now to act on them.

dbf!Simon Riley who agreed to come over on his motorcycle one summer day and help your dad with his truck. Only, your father had to run and aid with work, asking you to help Simon with whatever he may need. Leaving the two of you alone together, a hot, sweaty Simon shirtless before you and yourself in a little sundress. Truly intentional on both sides.

dbf!Simon Riley who comes into the living room to ask for some water, just in his jeans. The sight makes you shift in your seat on the couch, twisting your legs together to help alleviate the ache between them. Fuck, he looks so good. You wonder how he’s never been married in all these years, cause certainly you can’t have been the only interested party.

dbf!Simon Riley who watches as you writhe on the couch, trying desperately as to not gawp at him. Yet he makes an effort to let you know he’s very much interested. You’re alone together, you two know each other well enough, you’re hot, he’s hot - why not? He’s wanted you for longer than he would care to admit. He just needs you to make the first move over him. Especially with your dad, him not wanting to be creepy and all... but Simon very much wants you.

dbf!Simon Riley who never breaks his gaze on you, watching as your eyes darted everywhere to the floor to his defined arms, to the door to his pants. It makes him smirk at how coy you're being with him, but he's not a patient man today.

dbf!Simon Riley who approaches you from across the room, your eyes shooting up to meet his. They widen as he kneels before you, his toned stomach just pressing against your knees, as if he's asking to be let in. You're embarrassed as you slowly spread them for him, a clear wet spot outlined on your panties. But Simon can only cuss under his breath at the sight, fuck- just for him? He feels like a lucky man indeed. He leans in closer to you, hovering just above your lips, daring you to please make this a reality. Finally, the man you've dreamed of after all this years, he wants you too. So how could you be expected to resist?

dbf!Simon Riley who moans into your mouth at your contact, pushing you back onto the couch until you're trapped beneath him. His length straining against his pants, grinding against your core. He can't help but want to explore every inch of you now that you've given him permission- your breasts, your throat, your folds. It doesn't take long for him to push your dress up and your soaked panties down, along with his belt and jeans discarded. Simon needed you now, no time to take you to the bedroom. He thinks that he'll have plenty of time for that later.

dbf!Simon Riley who brings your legs to his chest as his thick length slips into you, pumping deeply, trying to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. He's absolutely determined to make you forget everything but his name in this moment. God, he wants all of you, and he's certain 1000 times with you will never be enough. Simon thinks you look so gorgeous taking him over and over again till the tears start to leak from your eyes, till you're begging for one more release. His girl now, he thinks.

dbf!Simon Riley who thinks about taking you out on his bike together, who thinks about waking up to you in the morning and sneaking kisses when your parents aren't looking. All while making you cum around his cock, your back arching and mouth falling open. Till he fills you up and you're squeezing him relentlessly.

No, he's never been the relationship type, but he thinks deep down maybe you'll be the one to change his mind.

[goatgoesmbe]

bestie you UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT

nah cause Price will 100% hold them there for as long as possible, like just vibing as if all of the unhinged comments reader is saying aren't passing through him at all

the 141 os genuinely panicked at one point when reader makes an extremely bold move right behind him, or something cheeky like taking something from the floor but not without making her ass as visible as possible

and then Price giving her condoms, i can't that'd be hilarious, their hearts stop for a moment until Price is just like "i'd feel way too old if you have kids now"

from the blurb dbf!141

Price watched as you very purposefully grind your ass against Simon's crotch with the excuse of reaching for some sauce at the other side of the table-- but instead of walking around, you scooted in front of him and bent over the table

And he could laugh from the look on Johnny's face, anxiety mixed with lust, like he was thinking about how to stop this from getting out of hand but also wanted to be in Simon's place at the same time. Blue eyes glancing at Kyle like he was silently saying "You seeing this?"

Kyle only raised an eyebrow in response, the corner of his lips twitched before he slowly made his way over to your side who was still teasing Simon. He was like Johnny at first, trying to be rational and ignored your advances, but his patience was beginning to fray at the edges

And so, under the table his hand went up your skirt, leaving a burning trail on your skin as he teased up and up before resting on your inner thigh.

You didn't mind it at all of course, if anything, you had to bite down your lip to prevent yourself from smiling giddily as Simon's rougher hands gripped your hips to keep you still as Kyle continued his ministration

Johnny's face was red at this point, he wanted to join in so bad but- Price was literally standing right there, and how could the older man not notice?!

Except, he did in fact, notice

"Here" His captain's gruff voice snapped him out of his thought, and he looked down to see a small gadget, a remote

Johnny gulped, of course you had a little toy in you all this time, you minx

"Don't just stand there, go ahead" Price added as he tossed the remote at the Scot before pulling out his cigar like he didn't just give them a green light to have fun with his step-daughter

[diejager]

What if in the step dad könig au where reader meets ghost and Soap she ends up getting pregnant with their child and she lies to könig and horangi saying it's theirs but when she gives birth to the baby or babies they look completely different?

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, pregnancy, lying, “cheating”, tell me if I missed any.

You hadn’t meant anything bad. Rather, you meant well, you meant to act as a responsible parent to your unborn children. They were so young and so vulnerable, minds still on the cusp of consciousness with their small kicks becoming more and more common. You used to hate being so swollen and restrained to a few tasks, but you’d grown used to it, something within that saddened mid of yours clicked and you fell in love with the small lives you were carrying in your womb. 

You knew whose kids they belonged to, who the fathers of your twins were, but König and Horangi didn’t. You’d kept your little night dates a secret from anyone other than close friends, meeting Simon and Johnny at the bar you often went to and left early on to their motel room. You’d been nervous at first, unused to the whole one night stand until they offered to drive you home and give you their numbers. It made it feel like it was more than a single night after you clicked.

And it wasn’t, you met whenever you could, sneaking out to meet Simon while Johnny prepped their motel room, embellishing the dull and dreary room they came to call home until they found the right house to buy. You’d forgotten about your lack of birth control, König had forced you to stop taking any kind of protection to ensure that it took every time they came in you. It left you feeling sick and self-conscious of the changes in your body while you lied to them, strongly small, white lies to keep them satisfied and calm.

You were glad they couldn’t see any characteristic from the printed ultrasound photos, protecting them from any kind of pain and trauma they would have suffered if it were known. All you could see was the strength of their hearts, the strong beat and the slight movement that made your heart skip a beat and them beam in joy. You felt relief then, your nerves lessened simply by their obliviousness of your situation, but now that you were in labour, having to introduce them to the world, your fear and anxiety had never been higher than it was now.

You were in tears, face flushed and hands clammy, having to push past the pain and push the babies out. The relied was instant once both were out, much to the dismay of the anger and shock of both men that stared down at the bob of blond and brown hair. They stewed in silent anger, you could see the red gleams in their eyes at the discovery that they’d been lied to, their promised children another’s. 

“We will celebrate once we’re home, nh?”

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[xo-cod]

So I opened a pack of Marlboro cigarettes and I immediately thought about DBF!Simon. Def the type who would smoke it like after sex, (smoking hot) walking to the balcony to light a cigarette with the moonlight shining on his sweat-soaked body. And you’re just laying there on the bed broken because that man is so good at doing what he does he broke your pussy and he’s just fucking smoking like it’s nothing.

SCREECHING :"(((

simon's huge broad frame illuminated by the moonlight, overlooking the city as the cigarette lays between his fingers. a soft hum leaving his lips recalling just how your pretty body writhed and squirmed under him crying out for more. he shouldn't be doing this, he knows that. still, a ring of smoke passes his lips before he pressed the butt of the cigarette against the wall, discarding it away before he turned back to you. the sight of you catching your breath on the bed strokes his ego and with a deep chuckle, he took another step back into the room again.

you allow your eyes to roam how his huge muscles bulged when he flexed and tensed them, the small red marks painted on his skin from how intense he had pleasured you, watching how cocky he was without even saying anything. he knew what he wanted and it was you.

simon riley certainly had been different then what you had expected. you never thought an older man would ever be in your cards. you could never go for someone who was the age of your father let alone for one of his friends. though now you couldn't never turn back from simon. no, he was a drug and you were hooked on his taste.

your eyes trailed down his abdomen, across his v line and to happy trail that disappeared down his sweatpants that hung loosely around his waist. wanting to go again but knowing just how sensitive you were

"is my little lovie all tired out, hm?" simon cooed, crawling back into bed and pulling you against him again. the smell of smoke with his musk was one that couldn't be describe yet set your soul on fire everytime you breathed him in. he held you securely over his chest, brushing your hair out of your face. you didn't reply, just basking within each others glow and the serenity that came with it after how he fucked you so well.

"told you your legs would be too sore to walk on" his tone is a murmur but it holds amusement, proud of himself for following through on his promise. though he peppers you with plenty kisses accompanied with a gentle massage. your tired laugh calls to him like a siren and he gives you a gentle kiss on your lips, caressing your face with such a tenderness it makes you absolutely melt in his arms <33

[yawnderu]

God I'm so normal about this man.

Obsessed with the idea of dbf!Keegan, who always takes you shopping whenever he's back from deployment, carrying your heavy bags and complaining about you being a brat as if he isn't an enabler.

Dbf!Keegan, who drives in such a way that has you praying to God even if you're an atheist.

Dbf!Keegan, who takes you back to his empty apartment and gives you a cold drink, putting on a random movie on the TV just for some background noise.

Dbf!Keegan, who lets you sit on his lap and cuddles up to you simply because he missed you so much, your family is the only thing he has to look forward to whenever he's back from base, the only sense of normalcy.

Dbf!Keegan, who holds you as close as possible as you both look at some random horror movie on the TV. Cuddles became a normal routine whenever you're both alone, finding comfort in each other. He secretly inhales your scent, knowing he found home.

Dbf!Keegan, whose body can't help but respond when your ass is right against his groin, pressing on it whenever you laugh or get jumpscared.

"Is that a gun, or are you just happy to see me?" You ask when you feel something hard pressing up against you, a small teasing smirk on your lips since you know he always keeps his service gun on him.

"It's my cock." He replies bluntly and you blink a few times.

"Oh." You don't say anything else and neither does he, allowing his boner to go down eventually despite the stupid grin on his lips. His need to not disrespect your father overpowers his desire.

Dbf!Keegan, whose resolve falters more and more every single moment he spends with you.

[eternallyniah]

Me feeling like Bella every night chossing which man I want to read hard smut about.

[angelatsumu]

I just think olderboyfriend!simon would claim to hate TikTok and how you scroll before bed, but somehow he’s got you nestled into his chest giving him a clear view of your for you page, and he’s just commenting on each video things like

‘don’t think that’s a true story but I guess I’ll allow it’

‘wonder where he gets his gear from, been lookin’ for more bike gear’

‘who would want obsessed girl whispering, just get a girlfriend’

and when you attempt to scroll through a video he was enjoying he actively boos you and pouts until you go back and let him finish.

“Si, you’re becoming an iPad baby” you retort when he pouts about not having enough screen time before bed, and he scoffs at you with a playful spank to your ass.

[audisive]

💭...

dbf!ghost who has to deal with your occasional visits to the base. it's for your daddy, you claim. why are you wearing such a cute little outfit, then? how dare you show off what's rightfully his to the greedy eyes of these dirty men! >:(

dbf!ghost who lets you strut to his office, pretending to be oblivious to your desperate attempts to seduce him, to rile him up, to take you right then and there. he makes no effort to stand up when his desk covers his growing hard-on.

dbf!ghost who lets it go on for months – even he's surprised he's lasted for so long – until he gets fed up.

dbf!ghost who catches you off guard. just when you think he's about to yell at you, he harshly grabs you and bends you over his lap. whispering dirty words and promises of punishment into your ear is the only indication you're given before his hand connects with the cheek of your ass.

oh, silly girl, of course he knew you wanted this! how could he not? he's taken care of you in your younger years, after all. consider this his reward for being such a good friend to your father. ♡

dbf!ghost who ends up letting you sit on his lap and make out with him. to have sex— no, to make love with him. you pant against him as you come down from your high; his praises are long gone when it all dawns on him. or maybe he already misses the feeling of your pussy.

you kiss him with the expectation of his acceptance of you, but you instead receive a gruff, "i'm too old for you, lovie."

"you deserve better."

"you should be with someone your own age."

oh, sweetheart, you overestimate him. how could you have forgotten? he's a complicated man.

dbf!ghost who tells you off, letting you cry your poor little heart out when you step out of his office, feeling like a whore he'd gotten sick of. it breaks his own to ignore your weeping.

it breaks his heart even more to see your heart get caught by a better man. :(

this cute divider is made by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more ! ♡

[diorchids]

on your knees in front of dbf!simon with his cock stuffed in your throat, not daring to make any noise while he talks to your father on the phone.

touching and squeezing dbf!simons fat bulge under the table while he tries to eat, but he only lets out disgusting, low groans!!!!!!

sitting on the couch with dbf!simon while he paws at your body, squeezing and pinching your nipples while you sit and take it, you can’t say no to him! :(

dbf!simon who has to sleep in your bed, only to rub his cock up against your ass. a pervert. :(

[worldoffanfics]

🧼 Soap x CIA Analyst!Reader — Part One

Summary: You accidentally hacked the Pentagon. Laswell gave you a choice: federal prison, or working for the CIA under Task Force 141. You're 19, brilliant, sarcastic, and completely unprepared for someone like Johnny “Soap” MacTavish.

(According to google Soap is about 23-26 years old...I don't play cod I just like Neil)

Rating: Teen 16+ YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION

Author notes: This is my first time writing fanfiction—please be gentle. Also this is fanfiction don’t get all “Soap wouldn't do that” you’ll never know because he’s dead and not real (this fanfiction is catered to me and what i like) : >

Tags: Age gap, Hacker!reader, CIA!reader, Fluff

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🧼 Soap x CIA Analyst!Reader – First Impressions

Soap side-eyed you the second Laswell introduced you, whispering to Gaz, “She looks like she’s still taking her SATs.” He was expecting some hardened spook, not someone with oversized headphones and a hoodie that said “I void warranties.”

You were cross-legged on the floor of the tech lab, surrounded by open laptops and wires, eating cereal straight out of the box like it was your natural habitat. To Soap, it looked less like a military assignment and more like someone had broken into a server room and just decided to stay.

Your first words to him were, “Nice fade. Did the clippers run out of battery halfway?” It caught him so off guard that he blinked twice before laughing—half offended, half impressed.

He stood there stunned, staring at you like you’d just challenged him to a duel. Soap was used to respect or at least intimidation from new recruits—not some teenage hacker roasting his haircut in front of Price.

He tried telling you a dramatic story from a mission in Syria, thinking it’d impress you. But you didn’t even look up from your laptop, just muttered, “Cool. I crashed a North Korean satellite once by mistake.”

You assumed he was all biceps and zero brain cells—just another loud guy with too many guns and not enough security clearance. He, on the other hand, was sure you'd burst into tears the first time someone barked at you over comms.

Within the first week, the team was betting on how long it would take before one of you snapped. Either one of you will kiss one another or one of you will put a bullet through someone’s head. The tension between Soap's broody energy and your dry, deadpan sarcasm was enough to light the entire barracks on fire.

One morning, you accidentally rolled your chair over his foot and didn’t even look up. He groaned loudly, overdramatized the pain, and later filed a fake report accusing you of “reckless driving of government-issued swivel equipment.”

You called him “Bootcut Barbie” after walking past the gym and catching him flexing in the mirror. Instead of getting mad, he grinned and started calling you “Control Freak Barbie” every time you told him to use a stronger password.

Neither of you noticed how often you gravitated toward each other during team meetings or meals. You always ended up sitting next to him—whether it was for sarcastic banter or the occasional smirk exchanged across the table when Laswell got frustrated.

Thank you for reading! Notes and feedback would be appreciated.

[tojisun]

Toxic biker Simon could text “u up” at like 2 am on a Sunday and I’d be like yes SIR 🫡 your works are amazing 🥰🥰

MY GOODNESS HWKDJEJ THIS GOT ME HOWLINGGG but no yea im actually so pumped at seeing yalls reaction to toxic biker!simon drabble!! like this is making me immensely giddy and a lil worried but also thats hypocritical of me bc i too would so do this :’>

and thank you sooo much omg <333!!!

i rambled and this is kinda dark so tw!!

totally didnt mean to spiral but toxic biker simon def guilt trips you into leaving any function for him ://

you’re out with your girlfriends? simon messages you that he’s outside of your dorms right now because he misses you, and that it’d be amazing if you can invite him up. you message back saying you’re not even there then he goes, “that’s fine, i’ll wait.” and of fucking course you don’t wanna make anyone wait outside at ten in the fucking evening, especially when the weather is tipping into negatives, so you begrudgingly say goodbyes to your friends and trudge back to your dorms. simon greets you with a nod, his greedy hand grabbing a fistful of your ass and you try to be annoyed at him but you both know that you can’t wait to touch him. well, your travel back home ends up running longer than simon’s visit—he came by for a ‘quickie,’ him rutting his cock along your pussy literally just by your dorm room door. then he comes in your panties, kisses you breathless, then he’s off. you are still panting and debauched when simon snatches his helmet and walks out of your room, leaving you heaving as you press yourself onto the wall, trying not to sob.

or imagine when you’re with your parents? simon’s invited because of fucking course he is. your dad adores the man, talking about how simon and him are like brothers—which, gross. and simon, for once, doesn’t bring a date and that’s only because he’s turned to teasing you as the dinner goes on. he’s sitting beside you at the dinner table, just in front of your parents, pretending to listen to whatever they’re talking about as though his warm palm isn’t sliding along your thigh, teasing higher and higher until his fingers toy with the hems of your skirt. when simon does slip his hand underneath your skirt to cup your damp pussy, you jolt, your utensils slipping from your hands and clattering onto the table. your mother frowns in worry but you tell her that you’re just jumpy tonight because of your looming deadlines and simon, the fucking culprit, just laughs and goes, “well aren’t you such a studious girl?” and he smiles down at you like he is oh-so fucking proud, all the while his hand teases your clit and slit once more before pulling his hand away as though he’s done nothing. later, when dinner is over and simon had returned to ignoring you, you try to drag him towards the guest washroom just to finish what he started but simon just pinches his lips, shakes you off of him, and then bids you all a good night before leaving. you stand by the door, nails digging into your palms as you ball your fists in your heartbreak, listening to the rev of his bike in the garage until it fades into nothing—a sign that he’s truly left.

or think about when you finally get a date? someone who’s close to your age and who you see everyday—a classmate or a coworker perhaps—and who adores you the way you should be. all of a sudden, simon’s back in your life. all of sudden he’s affectionate, he’s loving, he’s gentle. all of a sudden he’s promising you things and buying you gifts and offering to drive you on his bike.

(…and god you are so weak so you turn down your classmate or coworker for simon.)

CHUCKS THIS WORD VOMIT TO YALL N RUNS AWAY

[millerskitty]

Running If You Call My Name

❥ dbf!joel / f!reader x joel miller

❥ (18+) nsfw

❥ reader insert

❥ medium burn, no outbreak au. some timelines are changed to fit the story.

dividers by @/saradika !

warnings: brief mention of cheating and pregnancy

word count: 1.1k

masterlist

Chapter 7

You hadn’t checked your phone since you and Joel had left the parking lot of the dance hall and you were almost home. There were five missed calls and about a dozen text messages from Caleb. You instantly felt sick to your stomach.

Breathing through your nose, you closed your eyes. You swallowed down the guilt. You wouldn’t ghost him, you resolved to let Caleb down easy. You might even tell him that there was someone else for you.

“What’s wrong?” Joel asked as he turned down your street.

“Caleb’s freaking out. He wants to know where I went and if I’m okay.”

“Well tell him you’re home and safe?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna. I just feel guilty now.”

“What, was he really your boyfriend?” Joel chuckled.

“No, but it was starting to get consistent.” You tried to suppress your annoyance at his cocky grin.

“I guess that’s my fault.” He said softly, squeezing your thigh.

“Pfft. Yeah it is.” You softened, the corner of your mouth tugging into a smile. “By the way, I’m keeping you, Sir.”

“Is that so?” he asked, pulling up into his driveway.

“Mhm. I don’t give out freebies.” You said, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

~

Caleb refused to be let down easily. He’d blown your phone up for three straight days.

You stopped responding entirely. You were paranoid he might show up and cause a scene. It terrified you how quickly people could switch up—which was kind of ironic. You started to relax a bit more after a week had passed without any messages or angry drunken voicemails.

You had tweaked the truth when Joel asked how it went with Caleb. You told him that everything went fine and he hardly put up a fight. You didn’t want any reason to scare him away or doubt what you had together. You’d been sneaking around and spending time with him in the evenings while Sarah wasn’t home. You felt bad about sneaking around, but you couldn’t deny how good it felt to be in his arms.

“What’re you gonna wear for Halloween?” Joel asked you one evening when you’d gone over to have dinner while Pop was out fishing.

“I haven’t dressed up for Halloween in about five years.” You said, chopping up carrots and cucumbers for salad.

“S’a shame. I was hoping you’d be my sexy kitten or somethin’” Joel smirked as he expertly sliced steak into strips and plated it.

“Oh, you can get sexy kitten any time.” You said when the front door swung open and shut in the matter of a second. You both froze as the sound of heavy, almost angry, footsteps approached.

“Hi Dad.” Sarah said with a shaky voice as she trudged past you two, then reversing in her tracks. “Hi, you.” She wiggled her fingers. “This is perfect actually. I need you, can you come to my room?” She asked you.

You looked at Joel who was still frozen, confusion was slowly spreading across his features. The crease between his eyebrows made him look so handsome under the yellow kitchen light. You held that thought and wiped your hands off on a kitchen towel, following Sarah to her room.

”Hi.” You said, closing the door behind you.

”Someone finally grew some balls!” She said, kicking off her high top converse sneakers.

“Well, yeah, sort of. We’re still sneaking around.” You blushed.

”Which you suck at.” Sarah nodded towards her laundry basket behind you.

“Fuck, that’s where that went.” You said, pulling your lacy black bra off of the top.

“So…” Sarah said, looking down at her feet.

“Are you okay? Is this bothering you?” You asked, stepping closer to comfort her.

“What? Yes. No. I have an update about Avery, that’s why I called you in here.”

You exhaled. “Oh, well shit, say something.” You sat beside her on the twin bed.

“Well, she’s preggers.” Sarah slapped a hand to her forehead.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, that’s horrible.”

“It’s actually karmically insane. I feel bad for the kid though.” Her voice cracked.

“You think she’s gonna keep it?”

“Don’t know, I just can’t figure out why it hurts so badly.”

“Well, it’s proof of the pain she caused you.” You said, placing an arm around her shoulder. ”It’s one of the worst things that can happen to anyone, no matter their age. It’s horrible for everyone involved.”

”Right. Fuck. I’m doing everything I can to avoid her but everyone won’t stop talking about it.”

”You need a vacation. Just think about it. Halloween is right around the corner, then you get a break for the holidays.”

“God, I can’t wait. I’m gonna bed rot and binge watch Gilmore Girls the entire time.” Sarah said, slumping back onto her bed. “What’s for dinner?”

“Steak! Your dad is probably losing his mind out there, thinking that he’s next to be called into your room for a stern talking to.”

“Go tell him to chill. I’ll be out in a few.”

“Yes ma’am.” You said, taking your bra and leaving.

Joel was hunched over the kitchen counter when you returned. “What happened? Is she mad?”

“Joel, she doesn’t give a shit.” You said, returning to the salad.

“Are you joking?”

“Nope, she was onto us a long time ago. I think she just wanted to have some girl talk.”

“Jesus Christ, that kid.” He shook his head and went to the fridge, pulled out a bottle of wine and grabbed two glasses.

”That kid has ears. And eyes. And a brain. Can I get one of those?” Sarah asked, taking a seat at the small kitchen island.

“Yeah fuckin’ right.” Joel mini-glared at her before softening up.

“Kidding, crack is whack.” Sarah joked, swirling around in her barstool.

”So…” Joel said.

”Dad, stop. I’m glad you’ve opened your eyes. Found love, or whatever.” She looked at you, grinning.

If you weren’t paying attention you would have missed the slight blush of embarrassment that brushed over Joel’s face. He grunted, turning to apply his attention to the third steak that was now cooking in the iron skillet.

~

Dinner was delicious and surprisingly pleasant with the addition of Joel’s undeniably witty, sarcastic daughter. The banter was lighthearted and you were grateful for Sarah’s mercy in the joke department. You knew she could roast you and Joel to hell for having been sneaking around behind her back.

When Sarah retired to her room, she blared angry Eminem songs while you and Joel worked on cleaning up the dishes.

“Jesus, do I wanna know?” Joel nodded towards Sarah’s bedroom.

“Not really, not much you could do to comfort her I think.”

“Well I take it I can’t count on you to relay the message to me, hmm?”

“Not a chance.” You giggled, scrubbing a plate crystal clean.

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[httpsghostie]

Hi!!! I'm obsessed with your writing, especially all the Ghost stuff. YUM!! I was wondering if you'd be able to write an angsty and emotional blurb with DBF Ghost...Maybe they get into a fight or something

Favorite Regret

pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3

took me a while to get to this but hope you enjoy it <3

any similarities with sleep token is a mere coincidence I am not responsible for this

Summary: Simon doesn't know how to handle love, so he pushes you away.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: dbf!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x f!reader, angst/hurt, alcohol abuse, age gap (reader's in 20s and simon in his late 30s) // masterlist

Your story with Simon began a few months back when he returned from his duty and desperately – more like unconsciously, needed affection.

It happened, you were there, emotionally available for you dad’s best friend, it was wrong, he knew it, but Christ you were too good to be true.

Always there for him, dropping off work and studies only to take care of a fever he’d have, pampering him with lots of kisses, making him a warm cup of tea. He was never a physical touch kinda guy, but with you, the way you felt lying peacefully on his chest, he couldn’t help it, he became clingy, almost annoyingly clingy.

And he filled you with empty promises, painting a future for the two of you. He held you in his arms, he let you invade his personal space – which he then called our personal space. You were in fields of elation, but every color seemed to fade as he shut the doors to his heart again.

It’s almost like he determined you were no longer useful, you had given everything to him, you trusted him wholeheartedly, just for him to take it all from you and throw it in the bin.

You hated him, the image of the one you loved and cared for turning black and white as the entirety of your relationship turned meaningless. It’s like he gave you a whole beautiful horizon that stretched ahead in front of you, and then made it disappear from your view, leaving you standing at the edge of uncertainty.

He took what he wanted from you and left.

“You’re not getting it, this is never going to work, your dad doesn’t even know about us, he’ll kill me if he finds out. God, what have I done?” He had his back turned to you as he sat on the edge of the messy bed from your previous actions. You covered your bare chest with the blanket, your face getting red and hot.

“No, you don’t get it, Simon. I’m a fucking adult, and you are a childish, self centered idiot, can’t you see it? You just cared for me when you needed someone to be by your side, and now that you don’t need me anymore, you’re gonna throw what we had away because what? You said so?” You screamed back at him, eyes filled with hot tears that dared to roll down your cheeks.

“Call me what you want, I don’t care. This was a mistake.”

“A mistake? Is that what you’re gonna call me?” Your voice was shaky, and you tried your best to keep your cool. You dressed yourself quickly, still expecting an answer from him, but he just sat there, watching all the events unfold. “What is wrong with you?”

“You don’t wanna be with me, I can’t even stand myself, you deserve someone better.”

“Someone better?” You stood in front of him in denial, crossing your arms, but he never looked at you. “Did I just hear you right?” 

“I’ve made myself clear, kid. You should go.” He finally got up, and your eyes accompanied his emerging size. But he still never looked at you, he just walked up to the front door to his apartment and opened it. You slammed it closed, pointing a finger to his face.

“You listen to me-”

“No, you listen to me.” He grabbed the sides of your arms, holding you firmly. His teary eyes staring down into your soul. “Do you think this isn’t hard for me, either? You don’t understand, we can’t be together, I can’t disappoint your father like that, I can’t be with you. I should’ve never texted you in the first place.”

And the way he spoke made you inhale a familiar smell escaping from his lips. Whiskey.

“Simon, are you drunk?” You cried. 

“Go.” He finally let go of your arms, leaving your skin almost bruised.

You brushed your arms and headed to his kitchen, trying to find the bottle that was shoved in the trash can. You picked the empty whiskey bottle, noticing a discarded pack of cigarettes — empty, too, and smashed.

"You drank half a bottle?" You raised the object to your head, he looked down, rubbing his eyes. "Unbelievable."

"You're still young, you have a prosperous future ahead of you and I won't be the one to hold you back." He said quietly, fighting back the tears and the agonizing pain in his chest.

"God, you talk like you have a terminal disease." You scolded, leaving the bottle on the kitchen aisle and grabbing your stuff from the couch. "Maybe you do, Simon, maybe your terminal disease is not being able to accept love. Maybe your terminal disease is you becoming the one who you swore you'd never become."

It came out strained, and you didn't realize you were comparing him to his father until his hand gripped your wrist tightly. He looked deep into your eyes, and you could see how pissed he was.

"I'm not him. Get out." You pulled away and he opened the door one more time. 

You didn't comply, your eyes desperately tried to find the loving Simon you knew, the one who held you close in the night, the one who couldn't stand your cheesy movies but still watched them with you. But he wasn't there, the version you saw in front of you had killed the previous one. The Simon you knew was dead.

"Simon, I didn't-"

"Get out." 

Now he screamed, almost spitting out, his hot tears flooding his eyes and rolling down his red cheeks. 

He stood outside the apartment watching you clumsily press the buttons on the elevator, giving him one last glance before finally walking away.

A mistake. That's how he said it. This relationship was a mistake, and you were his favorite regret.

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[diejager]

Hello, i was wondering if you could do the reader retaliating against Stepdad!konig and Dbf!horangi and going out to the bar by herself and she ends up meeting Ghost and Soap and hooks up with them on the down low?

Cw: DARKFIC, STEPCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, drinking, alcohol, hooking up, tell me if I missed any.

You were frustrated, feelings boiling under your skin and threatening to explode if it peaked higher. You couldn’t take it anymore, how restrictive and controlling your stepdad and his friend was, going as far s to manhandling your body and tire you out with the ruthless thrusts of their girth and famished kisses from scarred and dried lips. So you did what you knew best, called your friends and sought out their help to relax and forget the week-long stress and anger. They were eager for it, happy even to have you back in their warm embrace after your stepdad kept you locked in on most nights, and they went big, boisterously gushing about the hot men and beautiful women they saw at this bar. 

Impulsively, you acted out by dressing more… freely, promiscuous with how much skin you were showing up in a black skirt that flowed elegantly around your upper thighs and a bottomed blouse with a notched collar that rode up your stomach whenever you stretched your arms. Your friends had encouraged you for acting out, dressed up so prettily that they swooned and enthusiastically pulling you towards their favourite corner of the bar. A little booth where they had eyes on everyone, ogling and smiling at people who stared back at them. 

You restrained yourself from downing drink after drink, sitting with your friend who was the designated driver of the group, unlike the others who drank freely, giggling and cheeks flushed pink from the rush of alcohol. You enjoyed your current cocktail, stirring the straw and wrapping your glossy lips around the tip, relishing the sweetness and the afterburnof vodka in it. 

“Hey,” Cassie nudged you, her shoulders touching yours as her eyes fleeted between you and somewhere farther up, “Someone- well, some people,” she shrugged, pointing at something with her chin, “Are staring at you.”

Your eyes followed her stare, moving over a crowd of filled tables and met pairs of dark and blue eyes at the counter of the bar, gazing at you with heavy eyes. You trailed down their bodies - side profile since they turned to hold contact with you - broad shoulders and well-sculpted arms and chest. One bigger than the other, but as tempting as the other, they worked off each other well, a giant and intimidating man and a smaller and more electrifying one. You shuddered, cheeks flushing red when you realised that they were handsome despite one having his face covered by some sort of mask with a skull print. 

“Them?”

“Yeah! They’ve been staring at you for a good while, ” Cassie chuckled, wrapping her arm around you, leaning forward to whisper encouragements and temptations, “Why don’t you go talk to ‘em? Might be worth shit, y’ know? You wouldn’t be stuck being lonely with me at least.”

You glanced back at her gleaming eyes, mischief swirling in her beautiful blue eyes. 

“Are you sure?”

“Go, I don’t mind. Someone’s gotta watch over these bitches!”

Standing from the table, you made your way towards them with renewed determination after your friends all cheered for you to “get those piece of meat”. And seeing your approach, the mohawked man slapped the masked one in the arm and nodded your way, fully turning their bodies to greet you, one with hooded eyes and another with a toothy smile, wild and thrilling. 

“Hi,” you smiled shyly, fingers curling behind your back in a nervous manner.

“Hello, Hen,” he had a Scottish - or so you thought - accent in his words, heavy and beautiful as it rolled off his tongue.

You told him your name with a flustered smile and he told you his with a peck on your hand, a downright sexy grin lifting the corners of his lips. His electric blue eyes and the small wrinkles around his eyes only made him look even more irresistible, it would probably fix your problems, finding someone sweet but feral to love and fuck you.

“Meet my friend, ” he gestured to the man who’d been staring at you so intensely, dark and dreamy with those pale lashes, “We call ‘im Ghost.”

You blinked, confused by the name until you realised it was probably an alias to keep his real name hidden, much like König did. Ghost was broader than him, but shorter than the 6’10 giant that lived in your house. 

“Simon for you, luv,” Ghost - Simon as he told you - graced you with his sinfully deep and raspy voice, finally turning his chest towards you and peering down at you like you were a prey that he’d devour in a bite, “Buy you another drink?”

You’ve never felt more sure about your decision when you nodded, clenching your thighs at Simon’s wandering hands and Johnny’s gentle grip on your back. 

[xo-cod]

dbf!simon making you choke on his fingers after you’ve been mouthy and rude because you don’t deserve his cock :((

rewrote this a billion times and idk how i like it :// so cute though <33

"aww what's the matter? where's that attitude gone now, princess?" his tone was cocky, daring you to get mouthy with him again. but he just laughs when he gets another whiny moan in response, pushing his index finger in a little further into your willing mouth. he had you on his thigh, pretty and half naked but he was still in his uniform. still you grind your hips against his thigh hoping for some relief for the building ache growing by the second. he's so cruel, he stops your hips, keeping you still with his finger pressing against your tongue. you hadn't expected his hand to be quite so big, his finger taking up a fair amount of space inside your mouth, making it difficult to get any words apart from broken sounds

"what's the matter lovie? you want me to fuck you over my lap, is that it?" he taunts with amusement, pulling his finger out a little to give you a breath and then slamming them back into your mouth again. you suck them as best as you can in your needy state, your fingers holding his wrist while he groans softly encouraging you further. add his middle finger, both digits were sliding over your tongue, chuckling at the mess you were making on his lap. but even like this, he still taste amazing. you were absolutely insatiable when it comes to him. and he was absolutely enamoured at just how pretty you looked for him, how gorgeous you were in your needy state

"you look so beautiful when you're desperate f'me, lovie" simon finally removed his fingers, one hand lazily unbuckling his belt while the other holds your hips steady. not before taking his own tongue dipping out to take a taste of you first <3