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tw for age gap (duh, lol), daddy issues, daddy kink, oral (f receiving), brat taming, being called jail bait as a joke, riding, bush mention, if I missed anything please let me know ! Mdni ! Whole blog is 18+ and so is this post

Trying to balance your time between the two. The amount of scheduling alone that goes into dates with all three of you is...a lot. Catching them when they have the same day off and figuring something out that doesn't disrupt either of their sleep schedules is hard! And that's not even taking into account if they're up for it or not.

Fighting over whose card you use. They're both prideful men who have almost your life times worth of big doctor money tucked into the bank. They're not frugal but they don't splurge on themselves often. A nice place, regular upkeep, bills paid early, money tucked into a retirement fund. Nothing crazy.

Which lets you do the spending for them. Jack is always wordlessly tucking his card into your hand, pocket or purse. "You know the pin, use it, okay?" is often paired with a kiss to your temple.

Daddy issues | “and if you were my little girl, I’d do whatever I could do…”

cw: 18+ MDNI, 4.1k words (omfg), smut with plot, meanie!simon (he’s a crazy, asshole), Daddy kink, daddy issues (obvi), dd/lg dynamics, mentions of abuse, sexualization of ‘pa, kiddo’ (truly a case of if you hate it just scroll), oral (f receiving), dacryphilia, creampie, full nelson, age gap (reader mid-late 20s, Simon early-mid 30s), no use of y/n (I use [+]).

a/n: obviously influenced by daddy issues by the neighborhood (I know it’s not about this at all, take it up with god), also by take you down by sza :3

You weren’t used to being this needy in your entire life.

You swore you didn’t need anyone, let alone Ghost Riley. You’d been repetitively normal in all your past relationships.

But he’d run through your mind like the Flash going back in time— the older man ruined some of the circuits in your brain.

You’d two gotten into an argument, shocker, but this time over how you were acting. The usually chilled out girl who Ghost would call when he wanted to see his little kitten purr, was now desperate for every little bit of his attention. The blonde despised every bit of it.

“You’re bein fuckin greedy.” He told you, walking away from where you stood after you told you’d wanted to stay over again for another week. Of course, you easily followed right behind, attempting to match his long stride. You never could.

“By wanting to be with you? Aren’t boyfriends supposed to want to see their girlfriends? Supposed to spend time together? There are probably a million girls and guys with sweet boyfriends—“

“—Do I look like one of those buddy buddy, pretty boys you like to fuck to you, [+]?” He turned on his heal, luckily you didn’t crash into his chest like you usually did. His voice was ice cold, “Answer me.”

john and nikolai have had more than their fair share of spats over the years. insults hurled, punches thrown, low-blows traded. twenty-two years is a long time to call someone a friend. there was bound to be a couple of bumps in the road, but never anything they couldn’t come back from. until now, that is.

john price would like to consider himself a benevolent man. he’s not beyond reason, he doesn’t hold unnecessary grudges, he’s happy to put the past behind him, in most cases. honestly, he never imagined that nikolai could do anything he’d think was unforgivable. it’s nikolai, for god’s sake. his best friend. his dearest comrade. his most trusted confidant. this is the man he calls when he needs to bury a body. the one he’d run to if the sky fell. he’s the one john would want at his side while he laid on his deathbed. they’ve killed for each other, countless times, taken bullets for each other, made promises that they’ll take to the fiery pits of hell.

nikolai’s his friend. his brother, in everything but blood. the other half of his soul, if you will.

at least, he was.

that was before nikolai decided to fuck his kid. his only child. his pride and fucking joy. the same man who held him while he cried about the divorce. the same one he confided in when your mother took you and moved you far, far away, where he could only visit once, maybe twice a year. the one he bragged to when you graduated school, then when you got accepted to university, then when you got your first adult job.

john’s forgiven nikolai for plenty over the years, things that most men would draw blood over, but this — this is a line he never knew he had to draw.

it isn’t the first time he’s dropped by nikolai’s unannounced. it’s been an unspoken, iron-clad agreement for decades that, if and when one of them needed something, anything, they turned to the other. it isn’t the first time that he’s stumbled upon the russian in a compromising position, either. usually, they would laugh about it. john would say he was sorry, and nikolai would shrug it off, because their friendship was worth more than a good time with a stranger.

but this time, it isn’t a stranger — it’s you. his kid. and his best friend. you, in nothing sans your underwear and a sweatshirt too large to be your own, strewn across nikolai’s lap like it were made to cradle you. too comfortable. too familiar. too domestic.

that’s the worst part, somehow. he knows, immediately, that this was not some spur of the moment decision. it wasn’t like you ran into him at a pub and didn’t recognize each other, or that you were both drunk and not thinking straight.

it’s a tuesday night, and nikolai’s at home, watching cartoons, with a lapful of you, petting your hair and nosing at your cheek like he’s got the fucking right. that’s not something you do with a one night stand. it’s not something nikolai does with anyone, at all, because he always claimed that he would never let anyone, no matter how lovely, clip his wings. and yet.

you look horrified, your earlier bliss gone in the blink of an eye, trying desperately to grab for the blanket you’d thrown aside to protect your lower half. but nikolai — he doesn’t even flinch. he manages to sweep you off of his lap and get to his feet a split second before john’s heavy fist strikes him square in the face. he doesn’t retaliate, doesn’t react at all, really, just sighs deeply through his nose, and levels john with a look so cold it would’ve sent a shiver down his spine if his rage hadn’t already boiled his blood.

he should’ve known something was off. nikolai’s been distant lately, and, while that in itself isn’t unusual for the man, flighty as he is, it’s unlike him to have been so hard to reach. not literally, he showed up when he was needed, but mentally. john summed it up to the toll of war, which they all struggle with now and again. he should’ve known better. but in no world would he have suspected this.

“you bastard,” he doesn’t even look your way. he can’t stomach it. “i should shoot you dead, you slimy piece of shit!”

but nikolai — nikolai doesn’t regret a goddamned thing. not even as john’s trigger finger twitches like he’s imagining what his brains may look like splattered across the persian rug you picked out last month.

john could kill him, right here and now, and he still wouldn’t regret it.

truth be told, he didn’t know who you were, not at first. he hadn’t the slightest clue. he’d never met you, hadn’t seen a picture of you since you were a babe. at first, you were merely a sweet soul in search of a safe place to land, and he was a only man with a soft spot for broken things.

you were young, and pretty, so easily flustered, clinging to each and every scrap of affection he dished out like you’d been starving for it. by the time he found out, he was too far gone — not that it mattered.

because john’s version of your story and yours are two very different accounts.

the way john told it, he did the best he could. he called as often as he was able, visited whenever his job allowed, kept tabs on you and all of your accomplishments, loved you as wholly and as truly as any father should. and, maybe, to him, it really was that simple.

but that’s not the version of the story you knew. to you, it was missed birthdays and christmases, it was waiting by the phone until bedtime came and your mom dragged you away, it was countless unanswered letters, it was being bullied in school because, while your peers got to go home to two parents, you barely had one, what with your mother’s two jobs and endless string of boyfriends. it was being made to grow up too fast because no one in your life was willing to nurture the child within. it was searching for a father’s love in every corner of the world because yours wasn’t around to give it.

but nikolai did. he gave it gladly, and in abundance, and never asked for anything in return. he was willing to be anything you needed him to be. sometimes, a lover, and sometimes, something else altogether.

he could he turn his back on you, knowing what he knows? knowing that he enabled it? he couldn’t. he didn’t. he won’t.

“you do not want to do this, john.” he warns, trying his damndest to position himself between you and your father. he knows john would never hurt you, at least not physically, but you shouldn’t have to see this, either. just a moment ago, you were so happy. warm, safe, and at peace in his arms. and now … well, this certainly isn’t how he had intended for your night to go.

he was destined to find out eventually, nikolai knows that. he would have told him himself, he was only waiting for you to be ready. he’d hoped, though, that this part might happen when you didn’t have to bear witness to it.

“the hell i don’t!” the captain spits, nostrils flaring, teeth bared. he’s beyond angry, beyond reasonable. nikolai can’t blame him, truly, but he also knows that his fury isn’t nearly as justified as he believes it to be. he was hardly much of a father to you to begin with. “they’re my kid, nik! mine! what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“lower your voice,” he won’t shout in front of you. god knows you’re scared enough as is. he won’t say any of the things he wishes to say, won’t point out john’s absence, his fabrications, or the damage he’s done to you, because you don’t need to hear it, even if he does. and that’s the difference between john and nikolai. even now, your father isn’t thinking about you. he’s thinking about how he’s been betrayed, about his friend going behind his back.

“oh, you fuckin’—” john goes for his gun, as nikolai figured he would, his hand halfway to his holster when your bare feet hit the floor, your eyes wide and glossy.

something strangled, confused between a sob and a shout, catches in your throat, and john, for the first time, looks at you. nikolai’s arm extended, protecting you from him, your cheeks damp, hands shaky where they grip your blanket for dear fucking life. the captain pauses, tongue running over his teeth, and nikolai sees the war waging in his mind.

his hand drops, and nikolai can breathe again. at least john loves you enough not to kill him right in front of you. it doesn’t count for much, but’s it’s something.

“fuck you, nik.” the man, quivering like a bow string pulled taut, has one foot out the door already, his back turned like he can’t stand to look at either of you any longer. it’s for the best. there’s no bloodless resolution to this. nikolai sorely doubts it’s over.

the front door slams hard enough that a painting’s knocked off of the front room’s wall. it was one of your favorites, too. a shame. he’ll find a suitable replacement. but only after he’s soothed you.

“your face,” you fret, lower lip wobbling, arms wrapped around your middle like you’re resisting the urge, the need, to reach for him. it’s a sorry sight. a regression. you were getting so comfortable, you finally stopped doubting your place here, and this — it’ll have set you back.

but nikolai’s patient.

“i’m fine, lapushka, come here, come here,” he coaxes you into his arms without hesitation, a big hand cradling the back of your head, cheek pressed to your hair. “shh, now. i’ll handle it, hm? everything will be okay, i promise you.”

and it will be. with or without john’s surrender. if keeping you happy, safe, means cutting him out of your life — both of your lives — so be it. he’ll have a choice to make. nikolai made his long ago, and he has no intentions on changing his mind.

you sniffle against his chest, hiccuping as you try, valiantly, to catch your breath, too stubborn, too scared, to cry openly. he holds you a bit tighter.

“shh, i’m here. papochka’s here. everything will be okay, malysh.”

please reach out if you or someone you know is a victim of domestic abuse or anything mentioned. fair trigger warning, please be cautious.

but you know the worst thing about growing up with an aggressive father?

you search for someone gentle. meet rin itoshi, who loves you the way you deserve.

someone who holds you through the night, ushering you through cries and sobs and worries. someone who holds your hand in crowded spaces, intertwining your fingers together and giving your hand a squeeze. someone who says your name with adoration, even when they're mad.

someone who could fill the void of a father that left it there.

but what happens when they're too gentle?

their hold on you in the night feels suffocating, like they're trying to redeem a prior mistake. their fingers intertwined in yours feel like a trap; you will be theirs forever, whether you like it or not. their name out of your mouth feels like a death wish.

its like when a father is too nice, and you realise it too late, that they'll crash out on you.

but rin never crashed on you.

wish you could say the same about you, though.

you didn't mean to. really, he's been nothing but kind to you.

but you are your father's child.

no, no, no! you are nothing like your father.

but he doesn't yell. you do. he doesn't throw things. you do. he doesn't hurt you by accident. you do.

he doesn't hurt you intentionally.

you do.

because there's a sort of solace in behaving that way. like a child learning from their parents. pets imitating their owners. animals mimicking their peers.

and he let's you behave that way. because he knows that you're living out your childhood the way you shouldn't have, but its a step closer to healing.

maybe.

when the rage wears off, and is replaced by child-like shock and tears, he lets you cry to him. he holds you, like a kid in their dad's arms, as you desperately sob. apologies on apologies; he realises you never try making excuses. begging, pleading—anything.

he assures you, whispering between kisses, "you're nothing like him. i promise," to which you continue wailing.

but you believe you are. blood and last name, all your father.

he can't change your blood, but he can change the name that ties you to that man. rin promises, no, vows to himself, that he will change your last name.

you can be my daddy│masterlist

"lights, camera, acción / if he likes me, takes me home / you can be my daddy / you know i can't make it on my own / put me in a movie" nanami kento has everything he could ever want; a lovely new wife, an exhausting but well-paying job, and the life he's always wanted. when he meets his new step-daughter, nanami’s perfect life and morals crumble at the sight of her glossy lips and flirty smile.

➸ nanami kento x fem!reader. wc: +25k and counting. ongoing mini-series.

➸ tags: non-jujutsu!au, DARK CONTENT – stepdad x stepdaughter, pseudo-incest, major age gap, infidelity, mentions of: mental illness & trauma, past rape, grooming, harassment, abuse, substance abuse (none by nanami!!!). eventual smut, MAJOR daddy issues, unhealthy dynamics – THIS IS NOT A HEALTHY FIC. this fic is not meant to depict a healthy relationship; i'm partially projecting my trauma onto a fanfic lol. reader has a partially written backstory, not entirely! (reader has mommy & daddy issues + has experienced SA before)

➸ disclaimer: the mood board for this fic is purely aesthetic purposes! my fanfics are meant to be body and race inclusive (and reader isn't even coquette tbh LOL like i said, aesthetic purposes)

➸ this work does not intend to glamorize or romanticize topics such as pedophilia and rape. you are responsible for the content you consume. viewer discretion is advised. content is not suitable for minors.

➸ new chapter every monday night. fic and chapter titles inspired by lana del rey's song, "put me in a movie"

i. lights, camera, acción (04.13.26)

ii. take me home (04.27.26)

iii. good girl (05.04.26)

iv. you know i can't make it on my own (05.11.26) -> (05.12.26)

v. put me in a movie (05.18.26) -> (05.13.26)

EXTRAS:

series playlist!

➸ if you'd like to be tagged whenever a new chapter is released pls comment/dm me! <3

➸ i do not own any of the characters i write about. do not repost, plagiarize, feed to AI, or monetize my fanfiction content.

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trigger warning: dead dove do not eat older bf!kei (reader calls him dad) daddy kink manipulation dubcon cunnilingus unprotected sex

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older bf!kei who takes good care of you, spoils you with everything you want from sweets to clothes to plushies and never tells you no.

older bf!kei who takes on the role of a father figure in your life, one that you didn't have so he starts cooking you meals, helping you shower, does all the difficult tasks and chores for you.

older bf!kei who nutures you and gives you a sense of stability you lacked in your life making you dependent on him for everything from tying your shoes to feeding you your food.

older bf!kei who takes over your life slowly, no longer your boyfriend and he wants to make sure you know that too.

older bf!kei who loves to grope you whenever you pass by, his hand squeezing your ass or his hands cupping and kneading your tits.

older bf!kei who reminds you of everything he's done for you whenever you tell him you're not in the mood for sex, guilting you into giving up to his desires instead of following yours.

older!bf kei who loves to go down on you, his head burried between your thighs, licking and lapping at your wet cunny and when you tried to push him away or tell him no he'd give you his puppy eyes and say "aren't you gonna let your dad taste you, especially after the plushies i got you today."

older bf!kei who'd change the subject whenever you bought up the topic of him telling you to call him dada, daddy or dad saying stuff like "i'm already acting like it what's the harm in it, you'd do it to make me happy right baby?"

older bf!kei who comes up to you one day and tells you he wants to train you in taking his cock, placing you on his lap and teasing your wet cunny with his huge cock.

older bf!kei who shushes your cries as he burries his entire length in your stretched cunny and it hurts so bad but he whispers filthy praise in you ears that turns your brain into mush and you keep babbling about you need your dad.

older bf!kei who cums in your cunny despite you crying and telling him to pull out because he wants to fill you up and breed you loves the way your tummy bulges after he's done with you.

older bf!kei who kisses you lovingly telling you how well you did and how proud dad is of you and it makes your heart swell and melt in his touch

older bf!kei whos the dad you never had in every sense.

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18+ Not v smutty - more like wholesome and fluff

Mix of dad, daddy, dadbf! Update: 05/08/2026

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