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John Price

He didn’t plan for it.

He just said, “Hold this a second, love.”

And she did.

Perfectly still. Two tiny hands gripping a flashlight like it’s a military assignment.

Price glances up mid-repair…

…and she’s staring at him like:

🫡 Awaiting further orders, Captain Dad.

He pauses.

“…You’re doin’ a better job than half my squad.”

She beams.

From that moment on? She’s his official assistant.

holds tools

passes screws (wrong ones sometimes, but with confidence)

sits beside him while he works like it’s bonding time

“Spanner, please.”

She hands him… a spoon.

Price just sighs, takes it anyway.

“…Close enough.”

Simon Riley

He doesn’t ask.

She just… appears.

Quiet little footsteps into the garage.

He’s fixing something, and suddenly..

A tiny hand is holding the wrench he set down.

He freezes.

Looks down.

She’s just standing there, holding it up.

“…For you.”

…

That’s it. He’s done.

Now she’s permanently stationed beside him.

No talking. Just vibes.

she holds parts steady

sits on a crate watching him

occasionally hands him tools before he even asks

He notices.

Of course he does.

“…Good girl.”

That’s all she needs.

Later you walk in and see her wearing oversized gloves, holding a flashlight like a pro.

“Simon.”

“…Yeah.”

“Why is she working.”

“She volunteered.”

You cant even be mad

John MacTavish

He turns it into a whole event.

“ALRIGHT, MINI-MECHANIC, YE READY?!”

She’s already in position with a toy toolbox.

“YES!!”

He gives her the easiest job possible.

“Hold this right here, yeah?”

She holds it.

Crooked.

Wobbling.

Determined.

Soap pretends it’s perfect.

“BRILLIANT! ABSOLUTELY PERFECT FORM!”

She giggles like she just fixed the whole car.

At some point she’s:

covered in a little bit of grease

wearing one of his gloves that’s way too big

calling herself “Daddy’s helper”

You walk in.

Pause.

“…Johnny. Why is she dirty.”

He looks up proudly.

“She’s LEARNIN’!”

She waves: “I fix car!!”

You: “…No you don’t.”

Kyle Garrick

He’s careful with it.

“Alright, you can help-but only this part, yeah?”

She nods VERY seriously.

He gives her simple, safe tasks.

“Hold this steady.”

She grips it with full concentration, tongue slightly out.

He works.

Glances at her.

“…You’re really focused, huh?”

“I’m helping.”

“You are.”

That soft smile?? Yeah. He’s gone.

Now it’s their little routine.

she passes tools

he explains what he’s doing in simple terms

she nods like she understands everything

Later she proudly tells you:

“I fix Daddy’s car!”

Gaz, from across the room: “We fix it.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“We?”

He shrugs.

“She did the important part.”

Alejandro Vargas

Oh she is his princesa ayudante immediately.

“Ven aquí, mi amor-hold this for Papá, sí?”

She stands beside him like she’s been trained her whole life.

Tiny hands gripping a part, eyes locked in.

He keeps checking on her.

“You’re okay?”

“Yes!”

“Muy bien.”

He’s smiling the whole time.

She’s so proud.

At one point she wipes her hands on her little clothes like he does.

He freezes.

“…You copy me, eh?”

She nods.

You walk in and see them side by side.

Same posture.

Same focus.

Same energy.

“…Alejandro.”

He looks up, soft grin.

“Yes, cariño?”

“Why is she your apprentice.”

He shrugs.

“She is talented.”

She holds up a random bolt like it’s gold.

König

He is EXTREMELY gentle about it.

“Careful, Schatz… just hold this, ja?”

She nods, very serious. Tiny hands trying their best. He works slowly so she can keep up.

Constantly checking:“Is it heavy?”

“No!”

“…Gut.”

He adjusts things so it’s easier for her.Even kneels lower so she doesn’t have to reach.At some point she leans against him while still holding the part.

He goes still.

Doesn’t move.

Won’t disturb her.

You walk in and..

She’s half leaning on him, still “helping.”

“König…”

“…Ja?”

“Why is she working like a construction worker.”

“She is assisting.”

She’s FOUR.

Phillip Graves

Oh he’s already assigning roles.

“Well look at you-my little engineer.”

She’s eating it UP.

He gives her tasks like it’s a mission briefing.

“Alright, you hold this steady. Don’t move.”

She locks in.

Not even blinking.

He’s impressed.

“Damn. Better discipline than my men.”

You walk in and see her holding something way too seriously.

“…Chocolate.....”

“Yeah?”

“She’s three.”

“And she’s doing great.”

She salutes you.

“I help Daddy!”

You stare.

He grins.

You’re this close 🤏 to revoking his “supervision privileges.”

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John Price | House Price

Kids: 1 boys (7), 2 girls (4,3)

The moment Price walked through the front door, he stopped.The smell hit him immediately.

Chocolate.

Lots of chocolate.His stomach practically growled. Following the scent like a bloodhound, he found you standing at the kitchen island frosting cupcakes.

Your youngest daughter sat beside you on a stool.Mostly licking icing off a spoon. Your four-year-old was carefully placing sprinkles. Your seven-year-old son was attempting quality control.Meaning stealing brownies.

Again.

Price leaned against the doorway, watching.

The girls giggling. You shooing tiny hands away from the tray. His son trying to look innocent while chewing. The entire scene felt warm.

Safe.

Home.

Then his daughter spotted him: "DADDY!"

Instant betrayal.

All three children pointed at their brother: "He stole brownies."

Price looked at his son.His son looked back.Brownie crumbs all over his face.Price sighed: "...At least don't get caught, lad."

"DAD!"

You smacked his arm immediately.The grin on his face lasted all evening.

Simon Riley | House Riley

Kids: 2 girls(4,3), twin boys (7 mnd)

Ghost woke up from putting the twins down.The house was suspiciously quiet.Which was never good.Very rarely good.

Following the smell of chocolate downstairs, he discovered the reason.You were baking.His daughters sat on the counter.The twin babies occupied high chairs nearby.One of them had somehow acquired frosting.

Nobody knew how. Including the baby.

Ghost stood there silently, watching.

The girls were arguing over cupcake colors.The babies were making strange happy noises.You had flour on your cheek.For a long moment he simply took it all in.

This.

This was his favorite thing.

Not missions.Not victories.Not medals.

This.

Then your youngest daughter looked up: "Mama says pink frosting is prettier."

"No."The older one crossed her arms:"Purple."

They both turned toward Ghost: "Daddy."

He stared.

Then immediately chose survival:"Your mum is right."

You nearly dropped the piping bag laughing. The girls groaned.Ghost remained completely serious. Because if there was one thing Simon Riley had learned...

Always side with your wife.

John MacTavish | House MacTavish

Kids: 2 girls(5,5 - Irish twins), 2 boys(2 and 9 mnd)

Soap became unbearable.Absolutely unbearable.The second he smelled brownies, he appeared in the kitchen.Like magic. Like a chocolate-seeking missile.

"Are they done?"

"No."

Five minutes later.

"Are they done now?"

"No."

Ten minutes later.

"What about now?"

"JOHN."

His daughters were no help.Because they had inherited every ounce of his chaos.Soon all three were standing in front of the oven window.

Watching brownies bake.Like it was live television.

His five-year-olds offered commentary.

"It's rising!"

"It's getting bigger!"

Soap gasped dramatically.

"It survived another minute!"

You nearly cried laughing.Then the two-year-old waddled into the kitchen.Saw everyone staring into the oven.

And immediately joined them.Nobody knew what was happening anymore.Even the baby in the high chair was staring.By the time the brownies finished baking?You had five spectators.

None of whom actually helped.

Kyle Garrick | House Garrick

Kids: 1 boy(4), 1 girl (2)

Kyle loved baking days.Loved them.Because they always felt peaceful.His son stood beside you helping mix batter.His daughter sat on the counter swinging her little legs.And you looked genuinely happy.

Covered in flour. Covered in icing. But happy.

Kyle slipped into the kitchen quietly.Wrapped his arms around your waist.Rested his chin on your shoulder.

"What are we making?"

"Brownies."

"Excellent."

"Cupcakes."

"Even better."

His daughter immediately demanded uppies.His son wanted to lick the spoon.

The mixer was making noise.The oven timer started beeping.

Everything became chaotic within seconds.Kyle laughed.You laughed.The kids laughed.Nobody knew why anymore.But moments like this always became everyone's favorite memories.

Alejandro Vargas | House Vargas

Kids: 2 girls(6,4), 1 boy(2)

Alejandro entered the kitchen and immediately spotted the crime scene.

Flour everywhere.Sprinkles everywhere.Chocolate fingerprints everywhere.One toddler sitting on the floor.

One daughter wearing an apron twice her size.One daughter attempting to decorate cupcakes.

And you? Trying your best.

Alejandro burst out laughing.

"My love."

You pointed aggressively.

"No comments."

He looked around again.

More flour.More frosting.One suspicious chocolate handprint on the fridge.

"No comments?"

"No comments."

Alejandro grinned.Then immediately rolled up his sleeves: "Alright."

You blinked.

"What are you doing?"

"Joining the disaster."

Within twenty minutes? He somehow managed to create even more mess.The children loved him for it.You threatened to ban him from the kitchen.Nobody believed you.

Phillip Graves | House Graves

Kids: 3 boys (7,6,1), 1 girl (3)

Graves smelled brownies from outside.Actually outside.The man practically ran into the house.His boys were already gathered around the counter.Like hungry little wolves.

Waiting.

Watching.

Scheming.

Your daughter sat beside you decorating cupcakes with intense concentration.The baby sat in his high chair banging a spoon.

Graves pointed at the brownie tray.

"Can I have one?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'm your husband."

"No."

"I fought for this country."

"No."

His sons immediately joined him.

"Please?"

"Please?"

"Please?"

The entire male population of House Graves was now begging.You stared.Unimpressed. Your daughter looked at you. Looked at them.

Then whispered: "Don't give them any."

You burst out laughing.Graves looked personally betrayed.

König | House Baumgartner

Kids: 3 girls(4,3,2 mnd)

König knew baking day was happening because the entire house smelled sweet.The scent practically wrapped around him the moment he entered.

He found you standing at the counter frosting cupcakes.

The baby was strapped safely against your chest.Your oldest daughter sat beside you carefully arranging sprinkles.Your middle daughter was sneaking chocolate chips and somehow gotten frosting on her forehead.

König stood there smiling. Just smiling.The sight made his heart ache in the best way.His daughters immediately spotted him.

"DADDY!"

The two older girls launched themselves at him.The giant man caught both automatically.One under each arm.Like he weighed nothing.

You laughed:"There goes my helpers."

"Were they helping?"

"No."

The girls protested immediately:"We were!"

König looked at the chocolate chips hidden in their little fists.

Then at you.Then back at them: "...Very important work."

The girls cheered. You rolled your eyes.

And König quietly stole a brownie while everyone was distracted.The giant criminal got away with it too.Mostly because you pretended not to notice.

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John Price

Price was in the backyard maintaining equipment peacefully.

Actual knives laid out carefully. Cleaning kit open. Total concentration.

Meanwhile inside the house?

His wife committed psychological warfare. Because their toddler daughter had just waddled outside gripping what looked EXACTLY like one of Price’s combat knives.

Tiny little footsteps.

Tiny little voice.

“Daddy!”

Price looked up casually-

Then his SOUL LEFT HIS BODY.

Because his TWO-YEAR-OLD was marching toward him holding a knife by the handle.

“Jesus CHRIST-”

This man MOVED.

Chair hit the ground. Table nearly flipped. Military reflexes ACTIVATED.

He scooped her up so fast she squealed in delight while Price carefully pried the knife from her tiny hand with full bomb-disposal focus.

Then he paused.

Silence.

Plastic.

Price slowly looked toward the window.

There stood his wife trying not to laugh.

“…You think this is funny?”

She LOST IT immediately.

Meanwhile their daughter proudly announced:

“Mama gave me knife!”

Price stared into the distance for a full ten seconds.

Simon Riley

Ghost was cleaning weapons at the outdoor table in complete silence.

Peaceful afternoon.

Birds chirping.

Then-

“Dada!”

Simon looked over.

And saw his toddler daughter toddling toward him with what appeared to be a REAL tactical knife.

His nervous system shut down instantly.

“NOPE.”

This man crossed the yard in about half a second.

Scooped her up one-armed. Removed the knife immediately.

Absolute panic behind the eyes.

“Where did you get this?”

“Mama!”

Simon inspected the blade.

Pause.

Plastic.

Slowly, very slowly, Ghost turned toward the kitchen window.His wife was CRYING laughing.Simon just stared at her with the most betrayed expression imaginable.Meanwhile the toddler happily poked his cheek with the fake knife.

“Stabby!”

“…Absolutely not.”

He still held her for the next hour afterward though because she scared ten years off his life.

John MacTavish

Soap was outside cleaning gear while humming to himself.

Completely relaxed.

Then he heard:

“Daddy look!”

He turned.

Saw his toddler daughter running FULL SPEED toward him holding a massive knife.

This man SCREAMED.

“WHIT THE HELL-?!”

He vaulted over the chair like an action movie stuntman.

Grabbed the toddler. Grabbed the knife.

Full panic mode.

“WHERE DID YE GET THIS?!”

“Mama gived it!”

Soap looked down.

Plastic.

Silence.

Then slowly-

Very slowly-

He looked toward the patio door where his wife was literally bent over laughing.

Soap clutched his chest dramatically.

“Ah just saw ma entire future flash before ma eyes!”

Meanwhile the toddler proudly waved another fake plastic spoon like a second weapon.

“ANOTHER KNIFE!”

“OH MA GOD.”

Kyle Garrick

Gaz was organizing equipment outside when he heard little toddler giggles approaching.

Cute.

Harmless.

Then he looked up.

And immediately stood up so fast his chair scraped loudly across the patio.

Because his baby girl was holding what looked EXACTLY like one of his real combat knives.

“KIDDO-”

He rushed over immediately, crouching down calmly despite internally dying.

“Lemme see that, sweetheart.”

She handed it over happily.

Gaz checked it.

Plastic.

Pause.

Then he looked toward the kitchen window.

His wife waved innocently.

This man stared in disbelief.

“You’re evil.”

Inside the house she was absolutely losing it laughing while Gaz held their daughter against his chest recovering from cardiac arrest.

“You scared Daddy.”

Toddler giggle.

Worth it apparently.

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro was sharpening knives outside peacefully when he heard tiny footsteps behind him.

“Papa!”

He turned casually-a-and he nearly ASCENDED.

Because his little girl was proudly carrying what looked like a real knife toward him.

“Mija NO-”

He immediately scooped her up while carefully taking the weapon away.

Heart racing.

Actual fear in his eyes.

Then he inspected the knife.

Plastic.

Alejandro slowly closed his eyes.

“…Mi amor.”

His wife was standing in the doorway laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

“You are NOT funny.”

“Yes I am.”

Meanwhile the toddler proudly announced:

“I help Papa!”

Alejandro hugged her dramatically while staring at his wife in betrayal.

“You weaponized the baby.”

Phillip Graves

Graves was outside cleaning firearms when his daughter waddled into the backyard holding a knife.

And this man IMMEDIATELY went into DEFCON 1.

“WOAH WOAH WOAH-”

He snatched the knife so fast the toddler barely processed it.

“Where did you even GET this?!”

“Mama gave it!”

Graves looked down.

Plastic.

Dead silence.

Then he slowly looked toward the back door.His wife had collapsed against the counter laughing.

“This is attempted murder.”

“You should’ve seen your face!”

Meanwhile their daughter looked delighted by the chaos she caused.

“Daddy go FAST.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, because Daddy thought you were armed.”

König

König was maintaining equipment outside when he heard his toddler daughter happily calling for him.

He turned and instantly felt his soul leave his body.

Because his tiny child was toddling toward him gripping what looked horrifyingly like a real combat knife.

“MAUS!”

This giant man moved SO FAST.

Scooped her up immediately while carefully taking the knife from her hand.

Hands shaking slightly.

“Where did you get this?”

“Mama!”

König inspected the blade.

Plastic.

Long silence.

Then he slowly looked toward the house.His wife was wheezing laughing near the doorway.König looked genuinely emotionally wounded.

“You frightened me…”

Meanwhile the toddler was thrilled.

“Papa fast!”

“Yes,” König sighed while hugging her tightly. “Papa very fast.”

Phillip Grave’s heavily pregnant wife who’s sex drive becomes insatiable in the third trimester. Graves comes into the office everyday with hickies just under his collar and his fly undone, ‘cause his lady just needed one more quickie before he went off to work. When it gets so bad that none of her toys work anymore, she starts visiting her husband’s office everyday at lunch time, spreading her legs to receive his expert tongue lapping at her puffy cunt. She moans like a pornstar when she finishes, until every soldier under Graves’ command is sporting an uncomfortable throbbing tent in their pants as they try desperately to focus on their paperwork. A few of the younger, seedier subordinates start jerking themselves off in the open to her chorus of moans and whines, much to the chagrin of Graves’ older, more loyal men. One day, Graves & his wife forgot to lock the office door behind them, raising the volume of Mrs. Graves moans of pleasure tenfold until even Graves’ righthand man was stroking himself. Or at least, they all thought the pair forgot, until Graves’ kisses her goodbye and his men scramble to shove their soft cocks back in their pants as she waddles out, flush-faced and satisfied, avoiding eye contact with each and every one of them.

“So…” Graves’ addresses the office while making a big show of wiping his wife’s arousal off his chin, “you boys enjoy the performance? The Mrs. wanted to give you all a show today,”

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After the life Simon Riley has had, it’s really not surprising that he just can’t get it up anymore. He’s tried, time and time again, but the blood doesn’t pump through him the same way it did. And it isn’t that he doesn’t have a sex drive, god no, one look at you and he wishes he could fuck you into the mattress until your tears stain the pillows and the only sounds falling from your mouth are screams of pleasure.

You walk around the apartment, his big t-shirt on, no panties underneath, and it drives him insane. You’re an entire decade younger than him, young and sexy, and he can’t help but feel guilty for letting you stay with him knowing that he can’t give you what you want in bed.

It doesn’t stop him from eating you out until your clit is puffy and your walls are rubbed raw by his calloused fingers. When his head is between your legs, he tries, he really does. He gets so worked up, grinding his soft cock against the bed, willing it to get hard so he can fuck you right after, but it never does.

All it ends in is you cumming on his face one too many times and him walking out of the room without saying a word in pure humiliation.

You don’t take it to heart, you know he beats himself up for it, saying he isn’t good enough, that you should find someone who can actually give you what you want and keep up with you at that. Every time you reassure him, that he does satisfy you, that he never fails to make you feel good regardless of how he does it, but it seems to go in one ear and out the other.

But tonight, tonight is different and you will find a way to fuck your man.

See, you'd asked Simon to stop smoking after reading that it would damage his sperm. Trying for a baby apparently meant he needed to give up his vice.

But you were his missus, and he'd learned a long time ago—don't fucking argue with the missus.

Already by day three Simon was buying multiple packs of gum a day. Grumbling around base and the house. But he wouldn't take it out on you, never on you.

Your tits? Different story.

Simon had been sucking on your tits for almost an hour, switching between your now swollen and spit slick nipples. Yes, it felt fantastic—but Jesus Christ what was his obsession tonight?

"Simon." You murmur, tugging at his hair to pull him up. "You're usually inside me by now."

Simon grumbled, licking his lips. "You had me quit smokin' my fucking mouth needs to be doin' somethin'"

After that confession, Simon was always on you.

He comes home from work, and he pushes your shirt up while you read some book on the couch. His mouth immediately locking around your nipple. The tension built throughout the day leaving his body.

He'd suck on your tits of a morning instead of going for his usual smoke. Though you point out that he spends a lot longer on your nipples than he ever did his cigarettes.

You can't even take your shirt off around him without Simon pawing at your tits and sucking on you for at least five minutes before you finally batt him off to go cook dinner.

After a long weekend though, you went to work with sore tits. Your coworkers getting excited after hearing you'd been trying for a baby and now you were adjusting your bra all day.

Simon only chuckled when you complained to him that afternoon, letting you frustratedly throw your bra at him. "Just tell them that your husbands helping you practice for when you're actually breastfeeding."

He then had to dodge your heel at that comment.

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simon riley who won't wear a wedding ring because he's seen way too many degloving incidents in the field.

simon riley who was going to get your name tattooed over his heart until you pouted and called it basic.

simon riley who instead gets a pin up style tattoo (that just happens to bear a striking resemblance to you) on his forearm. now when anyone asks what his spouse looks like he just rolls his sleeve up and points at the inked image of you; half naked and sat astride a missile.