naughty or nice
tf141 as kidnappers during the holidays
โ๏ธ happy dead dove December โ๏ธ
pairing: tf!141 x fem!reader
TW: dead dove ๐, kidnapping, non-con, somno, hitting, oral, p in v, hitting, papa Nikolai, (also I used google translate for nikos and konigs part so soz if its bad)
(also I know im forgetting some ppl and some on this list arent in the task force but you get the idea.)
priceโหโน แฐ
price would be nice. he loved his little dovey, he would never hurt you. all that is especially true during the holidays. lonely old man price never had a family, or kids, or even a sweet little wife to call his own missus. thats when he scooped you up. his adorable little you all puffy cheeks and those thick plush thighs he'd love to just sink his teeth into. but he won't not yet at least, hed never force you. anyways, during the holiday he goes all out. bringing home a nice big tree he chopped down from the woods where his cabin was tucked in, somewhere secluded somewhere private. he'd dress you, his precious angel in holiday wear: red lace and white silk nightgown something that made that beautifully full figure pop. Price would put on some old records on, while he made you decorate the tree with him. stern, cold, looks when you tried to protest. baking cookies and even cooking a wild turkey he'd caught hunting, with that big rifle he never forgets to clean right in front of you. he never said it out right but you have a funny feeling he'd use on you if you tried to run. sitting down at that long wooden table john made with his own two hands he'd feed you all the fixins he'd made just for you his queen. turkey, mashed potatoes, green beans, mac and cheese. any and everything to make sure his little girl stayed nice and plump just like he liked her. and when you were done, youd thank him just like hed taught you.
he'd lay you down gently on soft blankets in front of the fireplace, after making sure your eggnog was extra strong, makes you more pliant. like he said he doesn't like to hurt you. so once youre nice and sleepy he'll take his time with you. spreading you open, licking and lapping up his favorite dessert. once you fall apart on his tongue, he'll slip into you bare of course, because after all its only right for his precious angel to give him a Christmas baby. so, in front of the fireplace on that fluffy rug with Christmas lights and jazz in the background he'd spill into you.
simonโ๏ฝก๐ฆนยฐโญ
ghost would not be so nice, the hardened military man all grunts and growls, and mean glares doesn't exactly make for the most desirable or lovable boyfriend or husband. and simon didn't have time, or energy, or the desire to wine and dine some bird. he was perfectly fine being single, watching the happy couples and beautiful families from afar even though it did break a piece of him every time.
but this year, this year would be different because of you. his perfect birdie, he finally has an excuse to leave base early bragging to the guys about the pretty young thing he managed to charm. little do they know it really wasn't your choice whether or not you came with him, it was his.
simon wanted what he didnt have growing up, serenity, peace and someone to share with. so in his dingy studio apartment he'd string up some lights and put up a little plastic light up tree in the corner. nothing fancy but it's something. he'll make your bruised and shaking form sit on his lap while he tells you about all the lonely nights hes had without you, how youre just what he was missing in his life, how he will never let you go.
you know better than to cry or scream when he tugs down his boxers down and sinks you on his thickness, whispering just how much he loves you, how even though you fought him now you'd love him too one day. his hands gripped your hips as he hurriedly pulled you up and down stretching you wider open. he always lose it, he always goes too hard, too fast, not caring about your pleads to slow down or your begging whimpers to stop. in fact he loved it the evil bastard. it made his monstrous dick even harder when your face got all red and puffy with tears made him cum even faster.
kyleโหโนโ
kyle would feel so guilty for taking you but its not his fault really, you're gorgeous and beautiful and so soft looking. he hated hearing you cry, or scream. and so to make you feel better he'd spend hours between your legs, strong hands caressing up and down your torso comfortingly. yeah youd put up a fight amd try to kick him away but eventually youd get weak and tired of fighting and let him finish you off 3 or 4 times on his tongue.
kyle just wanted a nice pretty girl to bring home to his sweet old mum, the poor woman was so worried when kyle went off to join the military. all she ever wanted was safety and happiness for her youngest son.
he found that in you. soon you're sitting there shaking and terrified in his mother's home. she chalked it up to pure nerves but kyle had threatened you in the car. "be a good girl, and I might let you call your parents."
alejandroโ๏ธ โโฟ๏ธตโง ห โโน
"ya no llores muรฑecita, i didnt hit you that hard" alejandro grumbled patting your cheek where he had just slapped you, making your ears ring. the mexican commander could be nice sure but he also didn't mind slapping you around, tugging kn your hair, or gripping your throat when you didn't behave.
for christmas he'd decorate everything just for you he put up a fucking tree, hung lights, even had his short little mother make you her world famous tamales. and this is how you repay him by fighting him? by crying by trying to escape every chance you get? that would not do. and so when you his angelita acted up alejandro would take you over his knee making your bare ass as red as the ornaments hanging from the tree, he loved navidad and he wasn't gonna let you fuck it up for him, you'd thank him and you'll participate in all the traditions.
of course ale could be a gentleman too, after he smacked you around for crying he was real gentle with you, his regalo. alejandro put you on his lap gentle caressing your cheek pressing a cold cloth to your cheek kissing away your tears. after making you bleed, he bandaged you up pressing chapped lips to the injuries he caused, it's the closest thing youll ever get to an apology. but you owed him, talking back making him bruise his hands and as an apology youd get on your knees.
Nikolaiโฉ*เณ.โ
papa nikolai hed be nice and sweet with you. he held you when you cried only held you against his chest when you cried. "quiet ะผะพั ะปัะฑะพะฒั" he muttered soothing over your hair. even when you're kicking, and screaming, or punching at his chest. nikolai would just shushed you gently. pulling you close to him whispering condescendingly in your ear. "hush little one, be good for papa."
now it was the holiday, so after brushing your hair nice and cute pigtails wrapped up in big red bows, nikolai dressed you in a velvet red dress. laying you front of a camera, he'd pose you like a puppet master adjusting his cute little doll. and once you were in the perfect position on his bed. nikolai crawled over you kissing down you jawline to your neck.
"why don't we make a little Christmas movie huh?" his accented thick voice spoke over you before a soft hot kiss pressed underneath your ear. his rough hands ran up your thighs squeezing the flesh as they trailed up to your panties, also Christmas themed.
๊ฐ konigโธโธ ๊ฑ เฟ เฟ ยก!
even though he's huge and his very high in his command. konig still suffers with interacting with women especially a gorgeous woman like you. he stutters and his accent is very thick its hard to understand what he's saying even without the accent.
konig is desperate to make you like him. yes he has you locked up in some cold concrete basement and yeah sure he'd keep you in as little clothing as possible making it easy for him to take you whenever he wanted. but you were still his. you never knew whether it was day or night or when the seasons changed he made sure of that. and yeah maybe he flew off the handle sometimes. he just wanted to be close to you, he didn't mean to leave bruises on your arms when he kissed you or to pull your hair when he dragged you onto his lap.
"do not fight engel" he grunt his large hang gripping the back of your neck way too tightly. he had you pinned again. when he was nice he was so sweet but when he was pissed it was like an entirely different beast. swearing and grumbling in a language you dont understand.
lucky for you the Christmas softened the colonel. konig would bring you little gifts every other day of course if you didn't act very thankful he'd be livid, marching right back up the stairs leaving you in the cold dark basement alone to think about ehat you've done.
