I’m A Good Girl Daddy

He was kind, and gentle, and patient. That was how you knew him. Even when tension radiated off his body after a long absence with the fleet. Even when you pestered him, pushed him, secretly hoping he might snap and finally, finally let you make it better.

It's no different now, as he sits there across from you, helping you finish a model plane you'd been working on for weeks.

You crawl across the carpet to him, frustrated with the fiddly parts. "I can't make them fit," you pout, holding out two pieces for inspection.

"Hm?" he hums, placing his own little piece of the project down beside him. "Let me see."

୨୧ — Each thrust punches a cute, breathy “ah-ah-ah” out of you, and Caleb's so focused on the way your cunt is finally taking him easier now -slick and swollen and perfectly molded to him after hours of training- that he almost misses it…

But then the dim light from outside the window catches the movement of your stomach, and his hips stutter to a halt.

“What…” his voice comes out strangled- those pretty violet eyes growing wide, fixed on the subtle but unmistakable bulge in your lower belly, “is that…”

“C-Caleb?” You blink up at him through your fucked out haze, confused by the sudden stillness, “why’d you stop-“

He pulls back slowly, watching his thick length drag out of your stretched hole- and then slams home again, eyes locked on your abdomen.

There it is. The distinct outline of his cock, distending your belly from the inside.

Oh fuck… That’s me. That’s- I’m so deep I can see myself inside her…

“Pipsqueak,” he breathes, hand drifting to your stomach, pressing down experimentally.

You wail.

The pressure makes you clench around him so hard that Caleb’s eyes roll back, and suddenly that dark, possessive part of him that he'd kept locked away for years is roaring to the surface.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, starting to rock his hips in shallow thrusts while his palm stays pressed against the bulge. He can feel himself moving inside you, feel the way your soft belly yields to accommodate his size. “You feel that, Pips? Feel how deep I am?”

“Nnngh- s’too much-“ Your hands fly to grip his wrist, but you can't tell if you're trying to push him away or pull him closer. Everything is sensation, the dual pressure of his cock splitting you open and his hand pushing down making your brain short-circuit.

“Too much?” Caleb's laugh is breathless, almost delirious. He's staring at where his hand meets your stomach like it's the most fascinating thing he's ever seen, “Baby, I think this might be my new favorite thing.”

He shifts angles, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in with a wet squelch, and this time he watches- watches the bulge appear, pushes down on it, feels his cockhead pressing against his own palm through the thin barrier of your flesh.

“CALEB-!”

I'm going to fuck her every day until this place finally feels like home.

“So pretty,” he coos, and the contrast between his sweet words and the brutal pace of his hips is making you dizzy, “my pretty girl, stuffed so full of my cock that I can see it in your belly.” His thumb traces the outline of himself through your skin, pressing in, and your vision finally whites out, “You know what this means, right?”

You can barely form words, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth as he pounds into you, “W-what- ahh- what does it-“

“Means no one else could ever reach this deep.” His voice drops to a growl as he adjusts his grip on the headboard to drive even harder into your abused cunt. “Means this spot-“ he punctuates with a thrust, pressing down on the bulge simultaneously, “-right here-“ another thrust, another press, and you're sobbing now, “-belongs to me.”

You're cumming before you even realize it's happening, walls clamping down on him while you thrash against the sheets. But Caleb doesn't stop. If anything, he speeds up, chasing his own release while his hand remains firmly planted on your stomach.

“Gonna fill you up again, okay? Gonna pump you so full you'll bulge even without my cock inside- mph-“

He hilts himself one final time and grinds, and you can feel every pulse and twitch of him as he spills deep inside your womb.

When he finally catches his breath, Caleb doesn't pull out. Instead, he rearranges your boneless body, settling you onto your side with him spooned behind you, cock still buried to the root.

His hand finds your belly again, pressing gently where you're still stretched around him.

Since the beginning, Toji had been aware of how you melted whenever he picked you up—whether it was tossing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, or pressing you into the wall with one broad hand caging your head.

At first, he thought it was nerves. Cute, maybe. But then he noticed the pattern.

The way your thighs pressed together every time. The way your lips parted when he lifted you without effort. The way your pulse jumped when his calloused palm circled your wrist, making it vanish inside his grip.

He wasn’t dumb. He knew exactly what that meant.

So tonight, he decided to test it.

He had you bent over the counter, your cheek against the cool surface, your breath fogging the marble. His chest pressed heavy against your back, keeping you pinned, one massive hand closing around both your wrists easily. You whimpered, wiggling under him, but it didn’t get you anywhere. He had you completely still with nothing more than the weight of his body and one arm.

“Always get worked up when I manhandle you, huh?” His voice was low, amused, right against your ear. He gave your wrists a squeeze, his thumb brushing your pulse. “So damn weak—look at that. Can’t even get your hands free.”

You whined, hips rocking back against the hard length grinding into you. Toji chuckled, deep and smug, his other hand sliding down your side until his palm settled over your thigh. He wrapped his fingers around it, giving it a firm squeeze—his hand nearly swallowing the curve whole.

“Fuck,” he muttered, more to himself than you. “You don’t even realize how small you are, do you?”

His hips rolled again, cock straining against the thin barrier of your clothes, brushing the damp spot between your thighs. You gasped, legs trembling, and that was all the encouragement he needed.

In one smooth motion, he lifted you. Just—picked you up like you weighed nothing, your legs dangling for a moment before wrapping instinctively around his waist. You clutched at his shoulders, breathless, eyes wide.

“Yeah,” he smirked, sliding you onto his cock in one deep thrust once he freed himself. “This is what gets you goin’, huh? My size. How easy I can toss you around. How much space I take up inside you.”

Your head dropped back with a strangled cry, walls clenching around the thick stretch of him. He didn’t give you time to adjust—just set a brutal pace, bouncing you effortlessly on his cock like you were made for it.

His hands gripped your hips tight, spanning nearly the whole width, his thumbs digging into soft flesh as he fucked up into you. Every thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, your nails scrabbling uselessly against his chest.

“God, look at you,” he groaned, eyes dropping to where you split around him. “Taking me all the way in—look how deep I reach. Bet you can feel it right here, huh?” His hand slid down to your stomach, pressing against the bulge that appeared with every thrust.

Your moan broke into a sob, your body shaking. He grinned, sharp and hungry.

“Yeah. That’s it. My short girl stuffed full of cock.” He pressed harder on your stomach, fucking into that exact spot until your eyes rolled back. “You’re fuckin’ mine—no one else could even fit you like this.”

Your walls spasmed around him, clenching desperately, and he knew you were close. He didn’t slow down. If anything, he moved rougher, lifting and dropping you onto him with single-minded focus, his own groans rumbling deep in his chest.

“Cum on it. C’mon, sweetheart. Let me feel you.” His teeth dragged against your jaw, biting down just enough to make you squeal. “Make a mess for me, tiny thing. Show me how much you love getting split open.”

Your climax hit hard, ripping through you in a gush of wet heat, your body going slack in his arms as you sobbed against his shoulder. Toji didn’t stop, fucking you through it, chasing his own release until he spilled hot inside you, grinding deep to make sure you took every drop.

When it was over, he didn’t let you go right away. He kept you pinned against him, still seated on his cock, his hand stroking your back lazily.

“Knew it,” he murmured, satisfied and smug.

୨୧ ― Caleb has spent his entire adolescence and young adulthood rejecting every admirer who threw themselves at him- returning their homemade lunches, turning down their confessions, never once letting anyone get close enough to touch him like that.

He was too focused. Too loyal. Too busy dreaming about the girl who'd grown up beside him, the one whose birthday made up half of his passwords.

His girl.

And now, finally, after all this time, he has you exactly where he's dreamed of you for almost a decade- beneath him, looking up at him with those wide, trusting eyes.

God, she's really here. She's really letting me-

His internal thought cuts off when he hears your sweet voice.

"C-Caleb-," you whine pitifully, fat tears beginning to bead along your lower lashes as you squirm beneath him in his apartment you've slowly been turning into a home... "I- I don't think-"

"What's wrong?" He sounds almost boyish in his confusion, purple eyes soft with concern as he brushes sweaty hair from your forehead, "Did I do something-"

"S'too big."

He blinks, tilting his head like the adorable idiot he is, "I'm... no, I'm sure I'm average? I mean, I haven't really compared, but…" his words trail off…

Caleb can do nothing but stare...

How your poor little cunt is struggling, quivering, lips stretched obscenely trying to swallow the first few inches of him...

His length is ridiculous- he realizes that now with sudden, dawning clarity, watching nearly half of his shaft still jutting out from where your bodies meet.

Despite how wet he's gotten you with his fingers and tongue and desperate grinding- despite the slick mess coating your inner thighs, the way you'd gushed around two of his knuckles, the way you'd soaked his chin when he'd eaten you out… you're still barely able to take him.

He'd always assumed those whispered comments from classmates back in high school were idle gossip. Locker room flattery he was too humble to believe -even now during showers on the fleet-. Girls giggling behind cupped hands, guys clapping his shoulder with that knowing look...

But now-

Fuck.

Now he understands as he watches you try to adjust.

Watching how your belly flutters with each shallow breath, watching your thighs tremble where they're spread wide around his hips. Watching the visible bulge of himself pressing up against the soft give of your lower stomach when he sinks another inch deeper and you let out this broken little whimper that makes his balls tighten.

what started as a workaround for simon’s deployments quickly spiralled into stress relief for the entirety of 141.

ghost never explained what the portal pussy was. he simply left the disc on the common room table with a gruff warning: “don’t break it. and fuckin’ clean it after - or i'm takin' 'er back."

and now you’re getting passed around the whole team - and you’ve learned to tell exactly who’s using it by the shape and the rhythm.

simon is unmistakable. thick and heavy. he stretches you open with that familiar burn you’ve memorised. he feels like coming home - every ridge and vein dragging against every sensitive spot inside you until you’re clawing at the sheets and whimpering his name into the pillow. sometimes he still edges you for hours while he lies motionless behind his rifle, thumb lazily circling your clit.

soap fucks like he lives: fast, chaotic. the first time he borrowed you, you were halfway through making dinner. gentle circles over your clit suddenly turned into a thick cock with an upward curve that dragged relentlessly against your g-spot. short, frantic thrusts that made your knees buckle as you gripped the counter. when he came it was sudden, messy - buried deep inside you as your own orgasm washed over you so hard you almost dropped the spatula.

gaz is smoother, more precise; fucking you in slow, rolling waves - pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt and grinding into you. he’s patient, ever the gentleman, always playing with your clit at the same time, waiting to feel you gush around him before he lets himself finish.

price took the longest to give in. but now? he fucks you with a calm authority. long, deep strokes that bottom out every time. sometimes he just holds himself deep inside you, grinding the swollen head of his cock against your cervix until you’re overwhelmed and sobbing.

you don’t mind being shared - after all, if they’re fucking you, they’re still breathing.