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tojisun · 6 months

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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

#suns.hc #biker!simon #dbf!ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #anon #ask #suns

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xo-cod · 5 months

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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

#asks #simon riley #simon riley x reader #dbf!ghost #dbf!simon riley

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yawnderu · 4 months

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Everyone agrees Keegan is a NASTY old man, yeah? He loves messy stuff. Absolutely adores spitting in your mouth AND you spitting in his, so imagine DBF!Keegan when his princess starts lactating as a side effect from medication?? This man is in heaven.

The moment he sees the stains on your shirts, all hell breaks loose. It takes him almost an hour of begging and telling you he could help, how he'd be in the wrong for not helping his princess out because all that milk is there for a reason— it needs to come out, otherwise it'll hurt you and what a horrible man he'd be if he simply stood there and watched you be in pain.

He doesn't waste any time once you give him the green light, barely managing to lift your shirt before he's latching onto your nipple, one of his hands squeezing your tit softly while the other one is running up and down your back soothingly, helping you relax while he starts drinking the milk coming out. It's sweet— something he can definitely see himself getting addicted to, sucking a little bit harder, wanting to drink more of the breast milk.

''You're like a big ass baby for liking it, weirdo.'' You try to tease despite the way his hand is now stimulating your other sensitive nipple, pinching and pulling softly until the milk starts to come out as well, not minding the mess he's making on his hand and your body. You look down and he simply offers you a grin, not embarrassed at all by enjoying this so much. He swallows before hesitantly letting go of your nipple, giving it a few teasing licks.

''I'm just helping.'' He shrugs, the smug smile on his lips telling a completely different story. The bastard is doing it because it feels good for him, now latching onto your other nipple and sucking even harder just to annoy you, slowing down when you smack the back of his head for being so rough.

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cyberfreaky · 6 months

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sel could you PLEASE expand on drunk & touchy dbf!ghost 🙏🏼

dbf!simon is becoming my fave thing to write ??? HMMMM…

i could imagine him climbing into bed & being so sloppy & needy that he can only muster up enough energy to dry hump you >>>

“y’still awake?” simon would whisper, kicking off his boots as he climbed behind you in bed. his warm breath would hit the back of your neck, not without the strong scent of alcohol emitting from him.

you’d smile tiredly as simon nuzzled his face into your neck, wet lips leaving sloppy kisses across your skin. his big arms would engulf you entirely, clad jeans starting to tighten around his crotch. this’d become a habit after a night of drinking, simon would search for you immediately and cling to you in bed. the possibility of your father catching him never crossed his inebriated mind.

“love…love ‘ya so much.” he’d mumble, hooking his leg across your thigh and pressing himself harder against your body. his bulge could be felt through your pyjama shorts, throbbing painfully in his boxers.

you’d giggle quietly, letting simon’s rough hands roam across your body and fondle your soft tits. “go to sleep.” you say, making no effort to actually stop him. you keened into his touch quickly, having become accustomed to this lewd, saturday routine.

simon’s lips were attached to your neck, soon nibbling your earlobe while he rolled your nipples between his fingers. your subtle moans made the older man even harder, and his hips began to rock back and forth against you. “can’t sleep.” he’d whine, grinding his hard-on against your ass.

he couldn’t find the energy to unbuckle his pants, the friction against his throbbing cock would have to do. “c-christ, was thinkin’ of ‘ya all night.” simon would grunt in your ear, humping your leg like a bunny. “needa’ fuck you so badly.” his speech slurred as he groaned lowly, his drunken eyes screwing shut as he kept up that delicious pace.

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audisive · 1 month

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💭...

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 ! ♡

#౨ৎ dbf!ghost ;#౨ৎ simon !#୨୧ audi's works !#i wish i wrote a longer version :(#this has been sitting in my drafts for a year hhh #didn't edit much 'cause i dunno what else to add #+ i have a test tmr ><#im alive i swear !#ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x you #cod x reader #cod x you #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley

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httpsghostie · 8 months

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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 · 2 months

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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.

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kruegerspillow · 4 months

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dbf! simon headcanons ! (MDNI)

dbf! simon who would make you suck on his digits, watching the way your saliva drips down your chin— taking his fingers so well.

dbf! simon who always gives you visits whenever your parents aren't home <3

dbf! simon who always praises you, telling you that you're doing great for him and taking him deeply into your milky cunt.

dbf! simon who gets whiny whenever he's close, but tries to hide it from you by biting onto your neck like a feral dog !!!!!

dbf! simon who's so pissed whenever you prank him but can't stay mad at you.

dbf! simon who takes you to rides in his car (which turns out into a.. steamy car ride :3)

dbf! simon always touching you, even not with lust?? like he HAS to interlink his fingers with yours, hug you from behind, kiss you, anywhere and anytime.

#call of duty #cod x reader #cod #call of duty warzone #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley headcanons #dbf! simon #simon riley x reader #simon x reader #simon riley imagine

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magpiemoon6 · 7 months

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Me and my friend planned an entire plot for a fanfic instead of doing our work :)

#smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #konig cod #john soap mactavish #john price #i love dilfs #dbf simon riley #im procastinating #fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3fic #simon riley

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venu-5 · 5 months

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DBF!Keegan Drabble

18+ MDNI !!!!

Married!DBF! Keegan P. Russ, Smut, Attempt at GN!Reader

Warnings: Sexual themes, Penetration, Cheating, Non-Verbal consent, Slight Pervert!Keegan, Use of the word 'Hole'

Notes: PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK IVE NEVER WRITTEN FANFICTION SO PLS LET ME KNOW HOW TO IMPROVE WITH GENDER NEUTRAL WRITING!!! AND IF ITS FORMATED WEIRD IM SORRY IM POSTING FROM MY PHONE :3 and if y'all like this I will continue writing drabbles and will post them from my laptop and i will even do my best to make my page look all pretty and organized !!

Married!DBF!Keegan who sneaks off to your room with the excuse of using the restroom during BBQs, knowing that every soul in the house was outside. He'd use the bathroom closest to your room, getting 'lost' on the way despite knowing your childhood home like the back of his hand. He knows that you have a bad habit of leaving your closet door open, it was basically screaming at him to go inside, you can't blame him. He'd find your panty drawer, taking the raunchiest panty and stuffing it down his pants before he actually went to the restroom.

Married!DBF!Keegan who pulls out your panties and sits on the side of the bathtub, sniffing them, trying to find even a hint of your scent that could've been left behind even after being washed. Oh but someone seems to have blessed him today, you showered, forgetting to take the hamper of dirty clothes to the laundry room. He digs around, finding your panties still holding onto your sleeping shorts. They both had your scent, he hit the jackpot.

Married!DBF!Keegan heard your footsteps, he memorized the sound of your steps, heading towards your room, the sound of your door slamming shut followed. It was a common occurrence that your father and you would argue any chance you got, it always happened when guests were around and he knew your father wasn't one to try to apologize.

Married!DBF!Keegan could basically moan as his fantasizes were falling into the palm of his hand, the ability to make them come true also laying there. He knew it was wrong, his wife was outside with your father and your mother but he couldn't stop himself from opening your door and locking it, sitting on your bed as you laid face down on the bed.

Married!DBF!Keegan had a million thoughts racing through his mind, his hands itching to reach out and grab your ass, he wanted to give into his thoughts but he'd risk scaring you off. Instead of just grabbing you, he talked, spoke in that honey dripping, deep voice that had you fantasizing about him in your most shameful moments in the deepest moments of your night.

“Whatd he do now?” Married!DBF!Keegan took the opportunity to lay a hand on your lower back, moving his hand up and down your back as you try your hardest to not cry, telling him what your dad did. He coos and reassures you, telling you that you're not stupid, not an idiot like your father was telling you. You move your head to lay on his thigh and what a bad move that was.

Married!DBF!Keegan takes this as an opportunity to slide a hand under your shirt, stroking your skin as you kept your head on his thigh. He had played it safe by keeping his hand on your back but then he slid his hand to the side, squeezing your hip and his fingers slipping underneath the band of your spandex shorts. He hears you ask him what he's doing, just a bit above a whisper and he tells you ‘I want to help you forget about it.’ and with such a good offer, who were you to deny it.

Married!DBF!Keegan takes your small nod as you telling him to continue, his hand moving to your ass and grabbing it, he was getting harder, he couldn't believe that he was grabbing your ass. He needed more and knowing that he could have you around his fingers wasn't enough, he needed to be inside of you. He stood up and sat on the back of your thighs so fast that you weren't able to keep him in your line of sight.

Married!DBF!Keegan began humping your ass, your bed was creaking slightly but that didn't matter to him, everyone was outside. Such sweet words spilling out his mouth, calling you his, his sweetheart, his sweet young thing. He yanked down your shorts and he didn't prep you, didn't stretch your hole out, no, he just pushed in as he held a hand over your mouth. It hurt, of course it did, he was big and thick, he couldn't let his hips touch your ass like he wanted to or else he'd hurt you, he couldn't hurt his pretty thing :( not more than he already has!

Married!DBF!Keegan was shushing you, stroking your head as he whispered sweet things into your ear to get you to calm down. It was a bit longer than he anticipated but your hole was welcoming him now, his thrusting was welcomed by your yummy moans. He could hear the way you'd whimper when he'd start pulling out to thrust himself back into you. You felt so full, he was so big. Your thighs pressed together as he kept fucking your pretty hole, pressing his chest against your back. He had his elbow on the bed as his other hand stayed on top of your mouth to make sure you weren't being too loud.

Married!DBF!Keegan began to compare you to his wife, how she wasn't as tight as you, your hole felt so much better around him than her cunt. He pinched your nipples, basically shaking as he heard your muffled yelps against the palm of his hand. He picked up the pace, making sure to not slam his hips against your ass so his big cock wouldn't hurt your unprepped hole, he didn't want to hit deeper than you were used to. He was so considerate, telling you that he had to cum inside of you so that he wouldn't stain your bedsheets or your guys’ clothes.

Married!DBF!Keegan squeezes your hip as he cums, not wanting to moan or be louder than he was, realizing that the bed had been creaking the entire time. He cursed and felt his cum keep squirting into your hole, trying to listen and see if anyone had come inside the house while he was fucking you. You clenched around him and that was enough to pull a groan, it was unexpected but it vibrated from his throat.

Married!DBF!Keegan pressed a kiss against your shoulder, praising you for taking his big cock and that you were so good. He couldn't stop the smile that pulled at his lips, he had fucked you, he still had so many more things that he wanted to do with you but he couldn't do them now, not in your fathers home. It wasn't until after he pulled out of your now used hole that he began to think of other ways that he could've fucked you, he could've shoved your face into the mattress to keep you quiet, that way you wouldn't have to worry about keeping quiet. He could've made you ride him, made you suck him off and he could've fucked your throat.

He had so many regrets running through his head but he'd have to save those ideas for another time. He hoped you'd be willing to keep fucking him, he watched you catch your breath as he pulled out, hearing your quiet whine as he did. He saw the way you lifted your hips, shaking, to pull up your shorts and panties. Your legs were shaking, god it flew over his head to ask if he made you cum but he was already out of your room when he remembered, back in the restroom as he fixed himself up.

#keegan russ x reader #keegan russ smut #cod ghost #cod men #cod men x reader #gn!reader #keegan p russ #keegan cod #cod x reader #smut #keegan russ #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #dbf!keegan russ

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ladywuvly · 2 months

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barry sloane +au. +characters rec list!

masterlist. socials. recs.

head canons & imagines |

dbf!price boys your age by @captainfern

dbf!price shotgunning his cigar by @inkbybambi

dbf!price sugardaddy; part.2 by @faith369

bf!price headcanons by @empresskylo

landlord!price moving out by @gatorlovebot

husband!price darling wife by @ghosts-cyphera

honesty by @gatorlovebot - John doesn't like liars.

fixing your bad self-image by @sweetiecutie - You’ve been feeling a bit self-conscious lately, so John decides to fuck some sense into your head.

tummy love by @stoutpancakes

truth or dare? by @soapyghost

don't disobey by @jawabear - A risky move on the field leaves the captain less than happy with you.

steady girl by @jawabear - John loves when you help him trim his facial hair. And he loves what comes after as well.

genesis by @moondirti - It’s the first time you truly see him – this much of him, anyway, and he’s startlingly younger than you would’ve thought. The progression of a spite-fuelled relationship.

eye contact by @kungfubarbie101

two is hardly a crowd by @grippingbeskar

how to disappear by @fawnpires - After a failed attempt at a date, you unexpectedly find yourself in the hands of comfort of your dorm-mate, also known as your captain.

bartender by @sky-is-the-limit

rings by @glossysoap

what’ve you done this time by @captainfern inspo; @bleuu-moon

just the tip, love by @floralpascal

home is the feeling of you by @maryangelex - You’re Price’s fiancé back home and it’s been months since you’ve seen him. He’s been on deployment and days have been getting lonelier the more days pass. Until you get home one night from work to a more than pleasant surprise.

taking his time by @empresskylo

neighborly advice by @sky-is-the-limit - Your neighbor price takes matters into his own hands to finish what your incompetent ex could never. all in the name of good neighborly solidarity, of course.

cigar smoke and good sex by @lxvvie

helping hands by @deathsimage

break the rules by @bonitanightmxres - Months after breaking up, you and price agree to a “no strings attached” relationship to fill the void in your lives—but it proves to be harder than anticipated when you both start to catch feelings again.

how you deserve by @manmuncher777 Inspo; @sky-is-the-limit

fics |

never let me go 5/5 by @maryangelex - You worked at a coffeehouse, your life is filled with mundanity and you wouldn't change it for anything else. That is, until one crisp autumn morning, you meet the handsome Captain John Price and there’s an immediate, undoubted connection between the two of you.

neighborly 5/5 by @391780 inspo; @hereforthepedrofanfic - You and your neighbor, john price, slowly getting to know each other over the holidays.

the rear window 5/5 by @391780 - spinoff! neighborly!pricepov stalker!price.

soft 9/9 by @391780 - Soap says dumb shit in a bar, Captain Price falls in love with a fat girl.

Songs That Sound Like Sea-Foam 2/2 by @halcyone-of-the-sea - fisherman!price x mermaid!reader.

take me home, country road 5/5 by @ceilidho - 1800s!price. reader flees to his town where Price is the sheriff after a murder in her previous town. only to be mistaken for the mail order bride that Price just sent for ….and he’s not interested in hearing any of her excuses when she tells him that he’s got the wrong girl

callsign: zero 12/12 by @cass-the-mess - 2 years ago you saved John Price from an untimely death, only to disapear without a trace before he could thank you properly for getting him back home safe. You show up again 2 years later to help the task force defeat a new enemy. Tensions rise as you show your true colors and navigate through unresolved issues that puts you and your new team at risk. Are you willing to finally open up or do you keep pushing everyone away to keep yourself "safe".

marigold 7/7 by @captainfern - dadsbestfriend!price (pretty much anything and all things from this masterlist.)

disclamer! none of these are my works all credit to the authors. I just loved them so much figured I'd give them a shoutout!

#ladywuvly. recs.#captain john price #captain price #captain price x reader #captain price x female reader #captain price x y/n #captain price x you #captain john price x reader #captain john price x you #captain john price x female reader #captain price smut #captain price mw2 #captain john price smut #navi.#nsfwcontent #18+ mdni

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tojisun · 5 months

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sun, i am on my knees begging while typing rn. PLEASEEEEEE HURT DBF!SIMON BACK. he has hurt reader and gotten away with it tooooo many times

im kinda zooted rn but

beg more, sweet thing.

okok but im feeling mean rn and i do want simon to start regretting. i wonder if it’ll take seeing john price treating his girl right for him to snap out of it. imagine if he got blindsided. if simon assumed that you would never look for affection somewhere else, not because you’re unlovable—dear gods, you are the perfect girl—but because what you needed was someone like simon. someone older, someone who provides for you, who spoils you. but simon got complacent. he thought that sprinkles of affection are enough.

but they aren’t, are they? yes, the thrill had been addicting but you’ve gotten too soft. too in love. you’ve forgotten that this should have been temporary, forgotten that simon isn’t one for commitment. you thought you would continue to be trapped in that endless cycle of eating the scraps of simon’s affection; living off of a passion that gets easily snuffed out.

then, john came along. beautiful and rugged and ‘old man’ john. john whose eyes are a storm as they gazed at you; whose hands have never strayed closer, only swiping your hair away or drying the tears staining your cheeks; whose words are short and curt but gentle and soft, and you realized that the timbre of his voice fills you up with want.

john who strapped his helmet on yours and plopped you on the back of his harley before dropping you off at your dorm. john who didn’t ask for anything—not your number, not a chance to climb up with you to your room. he did not even ask if you were going to be alright—john knew you wouldn’t be, and he rather stay silent than ask you to lie to him.

you felt so out of your element as you stood there, trembling, looking at him.

“i-…thank you,” you said.

john said don’t worry about it. said don’t forget to drink lots of water because crying can cause dehydration, and don’t forget to grab a chew because he heard your stomach grumble on the ride home. you don’t tell him that you are starved for something else so you nod and climb upstairs to your room, thinking that was the last you would see john.

but john isn’t the type to let what he loves slip from his grasp so he began to fill your days. he’s always there when simon can’t—doesn’t—come, filling up the hole in your heart one fragment at a time. always there to distract you from the yawning in your chest. always there to listen to you, to watch you, to spoil you.

he smells of ozone and burnt rubber and petrol. he has weary lines on his face and unimaginable exhaustion buried within his irises. he has scars on his palms and his forearms and on his knees. and yet, he is gorgeous to you. so gorgeous.

john’s the one who tells you he loves you first. you don’t say it back. not yet. he understands.

then, simon confronts him. asks what he’s doing with you; why is he driving you around in his harley; why is he picking you up from uni.

why is he putting a wedge between you and simon?

john downs his bourbon and rumbles, “cause i love her.”

and simon fumbles because—

#suns.hc #dbf!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #john price x reader #simon ghost riley #john price #suns #anon #ask #i thought this edible aint shit until i realized i feel too calm and too focused and im glad i got sativa instead

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xo-cod · 5 months

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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

#asks #i give up ☠#i cannooooot #simon riley #simon riley x reader #dbf!simon riley #dbf!ghost

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yawnderu · 4 months

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"Please." You beg, needy kisses planted all over his face as he gropes you, one hand firmly kneading the fat of your ass while the other one is holding your neck gently, making sure you don't try to give him more neck kisses. He's already painfully hard, he doesn't need you making it even worse— not when he's having so much fun teasing you.

"I'll think about it." You can see the smugness painted all over his face, not allowing you to touch yourself yet refusing to fuck you even when you're all needy and willing for him, ovulation almost driving you crazy. His rough hand slips into your pajama shorts, squeezing the bare skin of your ass. You cling closer to him, eyes closing and fingers squeezing his strong arms.

"You're so fucking rude." Your desperation is cute, his smirk growing wider as he lets go of your neck and allows you to hide your face on the crook of his neck, planting open-mouthed kisses.

"If you don't fuck me, I'll find someone else who will." The empty promise gets his attention, dark eyebrow raising in mild annoyance despite the way he tries to keep showing you he's unaffected by your words. He knows you won't— but what if you actually try doing that? His ego bruises a little, grabbing your wrist and guiding your hand to cup his painfully hard cock, almost groaning at the feeling when you start to rub him through his sweatpants.

"Think someone else has a fucking cock this big?" He presses your hand closer to his clothed dick, helping you rub him up and down faster. Your lips crash against his to shut him up, ovulation throwing all shame out of the window as your hands explore each other's bodies.

You hesitantly break away from the kiss, already pulling his sweatpants down and hooking them under his balls, getting to action so fast that he can barely register. You're between his open legs, licking teasing stripes up and down his shaft, feeling him throb underneath your flat tongue.

"Fuck." His hand goes to the back of your head, guiding your open mouth to the tip of his cock, head throwing back when he feels you latch onto the tip. It's too much— his tip was leaking from the moment he saw how needy you were for him, yet you're making things so much worse for him now. Your tongue runs circles over his sensitive tip, tasting and spreading the salty precum all over before you start taking him in, sucking in your cheeks to make him feel even better.

His hands move your hair away from your face before cupping your cheeks and starting to thrust up into your needy throat. You relax your muscles as much as possible, feeling him hit the back of your throat as your nose makes contact with the his dark, curly pubes.

"Attagirl." He praises lowly once you take him all the way inside your throat, starting to fuck into you faster and faster, the wet sounds of your throat and saliva driving him closer to the edge even when you just started. He can't help it— you look too fucking pretty with your makeup all messed up, spit dripping down your chin and with his thick cock all the way down your throat.

Half-lidded eyes look down at you as he holds the back of your head, pushing his cock as deep as possible into your throat before shooting ropes of salty cum, the sounds of your gag reflex being triggered and the coughs you try to let out even when his cock is buried into you simply make it hotter for him, only letting go once you slap his thigh softly. He gently pulls out of you, breaths coming in ragged as he tries to recover, feeling your tongue lapping at his softening cock and cleaning him up before pulling his sweatpants back up.

"Come here." He encourages you once he's able to breathe normally, letting out a content sigh once you're cuddling him up and laying your head on his chest. His arms wrap around you and he plants gentle kisses on your forehead, baby blue eyes looking down at you with nothing short of raw adoration.

"Give me a few and I'll be ready to fuck you." He promises in a whisper, one of his rough hands sneaking into your pajama shorts, a deep chuckle escaping his lips when you instantly open your legs for him.

"So fucking wet." He sounds amused as his fingers make contact with your folds, teasing the entrance before rubbing small circles on your puffy clit. Lovely girl you are, making him cum first even when you were this wet the whole time.

His free hand cradles your head, angling it up so he can plant his lips on yours and muffling your whiny moan as his thick fingers begin to enter your cunt, giving you time to ease up to his touch.

His tongue wraps around yours, pushing your head closer to his to be able to kiss you as deep as possible as his fingers curl into your cunt, thumb rubbing your clit in gentle circles. He pushes his fingers in and out of your cunt, spreading the wetness all over and going back inside, fingering you faster until you can't contain your moans anymore.

You break away from the kiss, face hiding on the crook of his neck and taking in his smell, hand coming up to grasp his strong forearm as he fingers you deeper and faster. It doesn't take long before your orgasm hits, whiny moans leaving your lips as your hips involuntarily thrust up, making him go deeper as you ride out your orgasm.

He pulls his fingers out of you slowly, guiding them to his lips to lick off the mess you made, tasting you. The corners of his lips tug up into a smirk as he sees your slightly embarrassed expression, playfully pushing your head out of the way.

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lacroixwh0r3 · 9 months

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Blow My Load

DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: For the last two year, you and Joel have been secretly hooking up behind your fathers back. One night when your dad goes out on a date, you and Joel spend the night together and Joel gets carried away.

Warnings: SMUT!! DUB CON, petnames (pretty tame ones), doggystyle, oral sex (f recieving), PiV, creampie, crying, pregnancy mention, abortion mentioned at the end, overstimulation, Joel is a little bit of an asshole in this (I am so sorry), age gap (Joel is 40 and reader is around 25), (aged up) Sarah mentioned, no outbreak

Song inspo (Feel free to listen if you want): Blow my load by Tyler, The Creator

A/N: Enjoy! Please reblog, share, like, and comment if you want. <333

"Oh, baby," Joel moans as he breaks the kiss between you two. You look down at his lips, which are now bright red and slightly plumped. His tongue quickly licks off the mix of both of your spits from his bottom lip. His hands were still holding your head in place as he looked at you. "I wanna cum in that tight little pussy so bad, darlin."

Normally, the two of you would have to be quiet, but because your dad had decided last minute to go on a date, it was just you and Joel in the house. Or you might even go over to Joel's house, which was five minutes away, if Sarah wasn't home, but tonight the young girl was at the house with three of her friends having a sleepover doing, lord knows, what. Joel was adamant about staying over to watch the four girls, but you quickly reminded him that they're 18 years old and could easily take care of themselves. You were also going to be home alone, and you wanted him all to yourself.

As soon as your dad pulled out of the driveway, you and Joel ran to your bedroom and stripped out of your clothing.

You couldn't help but let out a whimper. "Joel, you know you can't do that." You tell him as you bring your hands up to grip his wrist. You weren't on birth control, and Joel wasn't a big fan of condoms. When the two of you did have sex together, Joel would usually pull out at the very last second, which would lead to you giving him a lecture as you both came down from the intense orgasm you both had.

Sure, it was hot when Joel did it, but you would rather not have to tell your dad that you were pregnant with his best friend's baby, and you didn't want Joel to tell Sarah that he had gotten the girl she looked up to the most pregnant.

"I know, darlin', I know, but imagine how fuckin' good it must feel." Joel whispered to you as he groans out. He brings his head close to yours again. You could feel his lips ghosting over yours.

"I'm fucking you until you can't think straight, begging me to dump my warm load deep into your pussy." Joel says before he sticks his tongue out again, only this time his tongue strokes against my top lip. You felt a strong pull in your stomach as your pussy clenched around nothing, causing you to push your hips into Joel's. "Maybe even put a baby in there." He says it lightly. It was almost as if he was saying it to himself, but somehow you still heard it but didn't comment on it.

You couldn't help but think about earlier, when Joel had lifted your dress up and ate you out on your family's couch in the living room while your dad ran to the store to restock on beer and some food for dinner. The way he sat down on the floor as he wrapped his large hands around your ankles to keep your legs from closing or falling off the couch Or the way he slurped, licked, and sucked on your clit to the point you almost wanted to scream at the top of your lungs.

You parted your lips to allow Joel's tongue to invade your mouth. Joel cocks his head to the side a bit and sucks on your tongue before letting it go and French kissing you. You can feel it as the drool slides down your chin, getting onto his beard. You feel Joel's hands release your face and move down your neck, stopping at your breast. He fondles them and thumbs your nipples. They were painfully hard now.

You wanted nothing more than for Joel to fuck you senselessly until you couldn't think of anything but him. Joel always turned you on when he talked to you like this, but you were ovulating right now, and his words weren't helping.

You pull away from the kiss. "Fuck me, Joel," You mutter against his lips. "I want you to fuck me hard, daddy."

"Yeah, you want me to fuck you nice and hard? Get on the bed so Daddy can fuck you," He says sternly. "I want you face down, ass up, darlin'." You immediately get to the edge of the bed, just as Joel told you to, with your feet hanging off.

You can feel Joel close behind you in between your legs as he reaches over your naked body and grabs the pillow near your head. "Get on your hands for me real quick," He tells you. Again, you do what he says, and he stuffs the pillow underneath your stomach. "Good girl, now lay back down on your chest." He tells you once more. You lay back down and realized that your hips were now elevated, allowing Joel to easily access your pussy.

"Oh, look at you, so fuckin' sexy with your ass in the air, just ready for me to fuck you," He teases you. "You want me to fuck that pretty pussy, doll?" Joel asked. You felt your pussy clenching around nothing. Begging for your hole to be fucked

"Mmmhm." You whimper at Joel as you nuzzle your face into the soft sheets beneath you. However, your response did not satisfy him because he spanked your ass with his large hand. Your head pops off the bed, causing you to look back at him over your shoulder.

"Say it." Joel demanded it from you. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

"I've wanted you since you got here, baby. I've been so fucking wet for that big cock." You whimpered as you wiggled your ass in the air, causing him to strike your ass again.

"Oh, I know you want my cock, honey. You want me to fuck my cum into you? Hmm?" He spanked you multiple times. You let out soft whines as you shook my head.

"Hmm? What's that, baby? You want me to cum in you?" He not-so-jokingly asked:

"I mean it, Joel. You can't cum inside of me or I'm gonna kill you, old man." You give him a pointed look over your shoulder, causing him to raise his hand in defense with his eyebrows raised. You meant it jokingly, but also not jokingly.

"I promise I won't, baby." He tells you.

"Mmhm, now I want you to fuck me, Joel." You demand him. His left hand grips your waist as the other wraps around his cock as he strokes it, getting ready to slide it into you. You feel him rub his cock against your clit as he gathers the arousal that seeps out of your hole. You moan out his name as he hisses.

Joel then points the head of his cock at your pussy and slowly slides inside. Letting out a deep groan as he does so. "Oh f-fuck, baby," He shudders. Your toes had curled up in pleasure as you dropped your head onto the sheets. "Pussy so fucking tight and warm... I might just have to cum in this pussy and make you a momma, huh?" He questions you as he slowly begins to push in and out of you. Joel felt the flutter after he said that.

"Oh, you liked that, baby?" Joel teases you. His slow strokes began to form a hard, fast pounding. "Tell me."

"I am going to fu-Oh fuck me-I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, Joel!" You moan out to him as he continues his furious strokes. His balls slapped against your clit as he pushed your waist into the pillow beneath you. "Y-you have to fucking pull out," You plead with Joel. You knew that he wasn't listening as he continued to pound his cock in and out of you.

"You promised me!" You squeal out. Joel only grunted in reply and spanked your ass with full force as his left hand gripped your hips.

Somehow, Joel's thrust had only gotten faster. You could hear your headboard hitting against your wall and the sound of my ass slapping against Joel's hips. It was all too much. Your knees began to burn from the friction, your hips began to grow sore as he tightened his grip on them, and with each hit to your ass, there was a sharp sting that lingered. That's when you knew that both you and Joel were close to orgasming.

"Oh, J-Joel, baby, please!" Suddenly, it hit you. You were cumming so hard that you didn't know what to do with yourself. The combined feeling of Joel's heavy balls slapping against your clit and his cock rubbing the spot deep within you was overpowering, causing tears to form.

You grabbed the pillow that sat near your head and brought it close to your face. You bite down on the pillow as your eyes roll to the back of your head, letting out loud moans into it.

"Oh my fucking god, baby..." Joel strains out his sexy, deep voice. He spanks you again as you cum around his cock and rub your ass cheek to soothe the pain. "Come on, sweet girl, tell me who's making you feel good." His strokes had begun to slow down now.

You release the pillow from between your teeth. You were so far gone from your ongoing orgasm that you couldn't even form words. Goosebumps had formed around your whole body as you shaked and quivered.

You feel him bring his hand up and smack your ass hard again, causing your body to jerk in response. "Tell me, girl! Who's makin' you cum this hard?" Joel grits his teeth as he slowly thrusts into you.

"It's you, Daddy!" You moan out to him as you reach your arm around you to grab onto his fingers on your waist. Joel moans and slowly picks up the pace of his thrust. You could feel his balls tighten against your clit, letting you know that he was nearly cumming. You look over your shoulder at him.

"That's fuckin' right, daddy is fucking you." He fucks himself into you. "O-Oh fuck, I'm gonna fuckin' cum soon, my sweet girl." Joel continues to hold onto your hand while his other hand lazily spanks your ass some more. You watch as his head falls back and his eyes close. You feel yourself close to another orgasm as well, but you can't help but worry that Joel isn't going to pull out on time.

"J-Joel," You moan to him as you grip the sheets on the bed. "You have to pull out; I'm ovulating, and you're gonna get me pregnant if you don't." You tried to tell him so that he could pull out. However, this only seemed to turn him on more. His cock strained in you all while he continued to stroke against the spot inside of you. You released his hand, slipped it between the pillow, and onto your clit. You rubbed your clit fast as he fucked you.

Joel looked like he had been transported to heaven. He looked down at you with both hands on your hips, gripping them hard. It hurt, but you didn't care.

"Oh, baby, I love you so fuckin' much," he whimpered as he looked into your eyes. "I'm so sorry," He says, looking down at his cock going in and out of your pussy. The sight of your juices covering his cock made his body go stiff. That's when you knew he wasn't going to pull out.

"I can't stop; I need to fuckin' cum in this tight pussy right now."

"Joel! No, pull out now." You told him as you tried to move your body away from his, but his grip was too tight around you. "You promised me, Joel!" You moaned loudly.

You weren't sure how many times you had orgasmed today, but you knew that you were cumming again. Joel moans as he feels you tighten around him. His cock begins to spurt his warm cum into your womb. You were so overstimulated that your eyes leaked tears and your ears rang loudly as your cunt welcomed Joel's cum and fluttered around his cock. Over the ringing in your ears, you can hear Joel whimpering out soft appologies as he continued to cum.

With his cock still inside you as you leaked out cum from your pussy, he laid his warm body on top of your back. His chest was damp with sweat from pounding into you. You could feel his warm breath by your ear as he took a minute to gather himself together. He still felt your walls fluttering around him. "It's okay, babydoll. I got you," He whispered gently as he stroked your bare side. You couldn't speak or think; all you could do was shiver underneath his body, even though you were far from cold.

Moments later, Joel pushes up from the bed and slowly pulls his cock from you with a slight hiss and groan. Joel bends down to get a look at your cum-filled pussy with his hands resting on your ass. "Oh doll, look at that pretty pussy," He whispers as he strokes his thumb against your sore ass. "I'll be back, okay, baby?" You let out a soft hum, letting him know he heard you.

When he went to the bathroom to clean you off and get something to clean you off, he didn't hear you burst into tears. When he came back, you were now sitting in the middle of the bed, crying with your head in your hands.

He rushes into the room, places the water bottle and towel on the bed, and embraces you. You couldn't help but cry harder as you cried into his neck. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry." He apologized as he kissed and rubbed your head. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, I don't even know what I was thinking."

You continued to cry for a few more moments before speaking up. "Joel, what if you did get me pregnant? What are we going to tell my dad and Sarah?" You look up at him with worry. He could tell you were stressed over this and couldn't help but feel his heart pull in his chest. Joel honestly didn't know what came over him during sex.

"Doll," He grabs your hand from your lap and gives it a quick kiss. "If you do get pregnant and you decide that you want to get rid of it, I will be there along the way, but if you want to keep it, then I will be sure to take care of you and the baby no matter what." Joel says it truthfully.

You stroked his hand with your thumb. "Joel, I'm not getting rid of it, but we're gonna be so fucked when my dad finds out his best friend of four years has been boning his daughter for the last two years and got her pregnant..." You say this to him as you look down at his hand in yours. "He'll fucking probably end up kicking me out and then kicking your ass."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head 'bout that darlin'; you're always welcomed at my house." With his other hand, he holds your head and kisses the crown of your head. "As for him kicking my ass, that ain't happening, sweetheart," He says sternly, as if he is sure. You let out a snort as you laughed.

"Oh really?" You back away from him to get a look at the cocky look on his face. He just looks down at your face with admiration.

"I'm certain, darlin'," He tells you, causing you to let out a loud giggle. That beautiful giggle overwhelmed Joel with love. He knew he loved you before, and he always made sure that you knew he loved you, but he knew right there that there would be another compared to you. You were it for him.

After your giggles had died down, you noticed that he was looking at you with a sparkling look in his eyes. "What?" You asked him softly as you played with his fingers.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked you. You felt yourself beginning to get shy. The both of you always told each other how much you loved each other, but something about this was different.

"Of course I know, Joel. Do you know I love you more, though?" You lean over and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. You then pull back to take a look at his face. The way his hard eyes softened when he looked at you made you weak in the knees. "So fuckin' handsome!" Joel's cheeks turned a soft pink color.

"And you're the most beautiful thing on earth," He whispers to you. "You're mine forever; don't ever forget it, darlin'." You wish this moment could last forever.

You released his hands from yours and brought them to your stomach. "I can't believe we might be having a baby, Joel," You whispered as you stroked your stomach. You could see you and Joel sharing a child together and even getting married whenever the time is right. He puts his hand over yours as well and rubs his thumb against your hand.

"You want me to cum in you again so we know we're successful, baby?" He suggested it with a smug tone. The soft look on your face immediately dropped and was replaced with a blank one instead.

"You're such a dirty old man," You tell him. "But yes, I do." You give him a quick peck on the lips before laying back down on the bed.

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A/N: I kinda hate this, but its been on my mind and I wanted to write.

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