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You've noticed that Ghost has been staring at you more often than not lately.
Not like it was a massive deal, he was your superior officer, and you were relatively new, maybe you hadn't truly earned your stripes with him yet. The others had told you he was closed off, but he'd warm up to you!
But then, you found yourself to becoming increasingly self-conscious. He would stare at you. Not like, in your direction, but right at you, sometimes just burning his gaze into you.
Did he think your hair was done weird? Or maybe your uniform was out of place? Or maybe you had something on your face??
You began to notice that during training, he was harsher with you, telling you what you were doing wrong, correcting your form, all things a Lieutenant should do of course, except there wasn't anything wrong with your form.
Not to worry though, you were soon deployed on a solo mission the day after, giving you ample time to take your mind off things.
Only to come back, and for him to completely ignore you. I mean, it was marginally better than the constant staring but it made things so incredibly difficult.
He wouldn't even look your way during briefings! You were starting to get sick and tired. If he didnt like you, he could request to have you kicked off the team, not ignore you like some annoying little boy in primary school!
Eventually, you decided to go straight to his office, after dinner, knowing he had no meetings and only had paperwork to entertain himself.
You marched in, shutting the door behind you, making sure he had nowhere to go, and quickly tearing into him, berating him, something that would undoubtedly have you reprimanded but enough was enough!
"...y'done, Sergeant?" He gritted. Your chest deflated slightly at his annoyance but you nodded nonetheless.
Ghost stood up, immediately intimidating you with his build before barking at you "Jus' can't take a hint, can ye? Fucking rookie..." he muttered. "Over 'ere. Now." he said, his dead-eyed gaze on you.
It was only then that you noticed the hard on straining through his trousers.
...maybe he didnt hate you as much as you had initially thought.
Dad!Price or even Dad!Ghost would feel like they’re the best dad you’re ever gonna get compared to the shit case who actually put the sperm in your mom, so let him fuck your tight pussy right as your set bedtime creeps up just so he can show you how much he loves his sweet kid.
Have you crooning, toes curling, eyes watering while he gives you such slow and deep strokes into your hole. Slick slathering down your thighs with every thrust. Kissing your back while his big arms are wrapped around you, mumbling “thaaats my good girl.” or “Fuck, takin me so well sweetheart, knew you could- shit- only my precious kid can take this, huh?” and your mouth is slack and left agape, clawing at his forearms as you stupidly nod.
Fuck, you really are a daddy’s girl.
a/n: or something, I don’t fvcking know. That’s not cunt? Sorry.
my dad gets this shitty disappointed dad face when a period is even breathed about and it ticks me off so hardcore and i just want you all to know that Simon isn’t the guy to be bothered by a little blood sooooo
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He’s got crows feet and forehead lines. His knees and ankles pop when he stands. And his visions gone to shit.
His doctor prescribed him glasses.
He hates them.
They fog up when he drinks tea in the morning and in cold weather. They gave him headaches, at first at least. He can’t even take a nap without them getting in the way.
And yet, there’s not a day he regrets wearing them. Not when he can finally see you clearly again, in all your flesh and glory. Finally see the curve of your nose or the corners of your lips turn when he kisses you without having to squint.
Simon Riley who accidentally blurted out "get that look off your face before I fuck it off" to you when you were side eyeing him because he said something super out of pocket. He meant to say "get that look off your face before I take it the fuck off" but words are hard.
And you decided to challenge him and he doesn't back down from a challenge. So guess what? Now you're in his quarters, with your face pressed into his mattress as he's railing you with all he's got and telling you that "this is what happens when you don't wipe that stupid fuckin' look off your face".
After that, you started going out of your way to push his buttons if it meant that you'd be getting fucked viciously every time.
there’s absolutely something to be said about ‘booktok’ books being largely wattpad quality written erotica i’m certainly not reading them however having seen a guy on tiktok make a video like ‘all the women in your life are READING PORN’ about a book he picked up and read in his FEMALE FRIEND’S HOUSE in a tone of scandalised horror and disgust i actually don’t think men should be making those criticisms. he said he picked it up expecting a romance and was horrified it was GOONER SHIT he said specifically like ‘who are you getting your pussy wet FOR??’ in a tone of revulsion. idk man im not sure shes the weird one. i kind of wish you were dead
"a lot of books that are successful on booktok are not very good" and "people can read what they want and we need to stop being so fucking weird about women enjoying erotica" are both correct statements
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— gn!reader ♱ dark content + smut, fauxcest, dad kink, praising dumbification if you squint, cockwarming, dubcon (?). 766 words. this blog makes content for 20+ audiences only.
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fauxdad!John Price is a filthy, filthy man for climbing into your bunk every night. Does it make him a filthy man to take advantage of how good of a soldier you are for him? You’d always take his orders without a second thought, without a single challenge. Maybe it makes him a filthy man to take advantage of your oral fixation sometimes. You’d get a little mouthy, chewing on a wooden pencil or constantly biting on the rubber straw that Gaz got you because there was a sale.
But surely it doesn’t make him a filthy man to use your warm, little mouth and throat for his cock when he’s busy with paperwork.
“‘S good for resistance training, kid.” He’d chastise you gently when you whine around his cock for a break. He pinches your nose slightly before giving your hair a gentle ruffle. He’s always so gentle with you—that doesn’t make him a filthy man, does it? “Gotta make sure my favourite’s a good soldier and a good kid, no?”
You always squirm whenever he calls you kid. He loves it. He loves the way you get a little shifty, the way you’d try to hide yourself and press your thighs together. He knows you get wet because then he’ll call you into his office for a uniform inspection. A uniform inspection is what he calls it, but it’s really to push his fat fingers and wet tongue into your hole so he can ‘check’ how much you love being called his kid.
You know he’ll eventually make you bend over on his desk when he’s done with his paperwork. It’s inevitable when you’re pressing your thighs and whimpering around the weight and size of his erection nestling in the wet cavern of your mouth, his cockhead nuzzling against the back of your throat every time you’re trying to adjust your position so you can sit comfortably but your thighs and calves are burning from kneeling on the pillows so much.
You swallow around his cock only to gag around it. Hot tears spring from the corners of your eyes as you whimper, looking up at him and pleading for him to give you a break.
“What’s that, kid? Speak up f’me.” Price gently drags you off of his cock and it feels like you can breathe lighter now.
“Dad, need a break.” Your words melt into a soft sigh the same moment you melt into his touch. His hand reaches out to cup your soft cheek, brushing the calloused pad of his thumb across your undereye. “Please, I’ve been good, haven’t I?”
“Been just the best, kid. Good job.” He can’t possibly be a filthy man when he’s so attuned to your needs. His hawklike gaze doesn’t miss the way you’re trying not to squirm under his heated gaze. Large hands hook underneath your armpits to hoist you up and he does it without even a single grunt of effort.
Your legs tremble from the ache of being in one position for too long, like a fawn learning how to walk. Price chuckles at the sight before he’s turning you around and pulling your pants down.
“Dad!” You begin to protest but he shushes you sweetly with a soft kiss to the low of your spine.
“Shh, just be a good kid and do as I say.” Price spits at your quivering hole and without a warning, he’s sinking you down onto his fat cock. Your high-pitched whine turns into a needy moan, a melody compared to the throaty groan coming from his chest when you bottom out. He’s already so deep inside of you that your thighs are beginning to tremble because his cock is pushing against your G-spot greedily. “Just sit still on Dad’s lap while I finish my work. Can you do that f’me?”
All you can do is moan meekly, nodding in agreement as you do your best not to grind your hips.There’s a small, nagging part of you that just wants to act out a little to see if he’ll still keep up with this sweet, nice Dad act.
As if sensing your mischief, Price grabs your hips, lifts you up halfway before slamming you back down in warning. A cry of his name is ripped from your throat, stars dotting your vision in the back of your eyelids from the sheer strength.
“Now be a good kid and sit still.” He gives your hip a gentle squeeze before his attention drifts back to the paperwork before you. You just hope that the one hour passes quickly.
⤷ cw: smut, age gap(reader is in their early 20’s), missionary, fraternization, spit(just once), breeding kink.
john price who was hesitant to approach you at first, knowing about your little crush on him that soap always teased him about.
“lil bonnie has a crush on ya’ cap, why not date the sweet thing ay?” he’ll chuckle amused, patting price on the back as he puffs out a smoke.
“i’m not datin’ a kid” he grumbles unamused, putting out his cigar as he stands to leave.
scoffing at the thought as he walked through the mess, you definitely are a cute young thing. all eager and obedient every time you were needed for something.
all soft and pliant, the plump of your ass and the fat on your hips making him wonder how good it would be to fuck you raw hold you close.
but it’s.. unprofessional, really. not only is he twice your age but it would also be fraternization. an old bloke like him with such a cute thing to breed go out with, feeling all the judgmental stares as he holds you by the waist.
“cap? hello?” he’s suddenly startled by your voice, grumbling under his breath as he rubs his face. definitely out of surprise and not because his cheeks were flushed.
“christ kid, what did ya need from me?” he grumbles annoyed, trying hard to focus as he stares down at your cute figure.
eyes staring at him so intently, cheeks rising with every raise of your lips, and god that smile. holding a folder between those soft hands of yours, your nipples lightly peeking over your dress shirt.
it was taking every ounce of him to not take you right here and now. “i just needed you to approve this for the next batch of supplies coming in, it would be really nice if you could do it” you mumble shyly.
john price was a patient man, but seeing a sweet little thing be so shy and needy for him was too much. he couldn’t let you suffer alone now, could he?
well that’s what he believed right now, hands pushing your knees to your chest as pistons his thick cock into you. thumb holding down your tongue as you whined for him, cock drunk as all you could think about was his thick girth splitting you open.
sobbing from pleasure as he spits into your mouth, tongue lapping at your tears before giving you a deep kiss. planting wet kisses on your collar, rutting deeper into you as he sucks on your nipple.
“fuck, mactavish was right. i should just breed ya full and put a nice ring on that finger yeah?”
i love old man price, he’s so yummy (i might write fauxcest?)
was gonna specify his smell, but some ppl don’t like smoking and i don’t really want ppl uncomfortable. kinda awkward bc i used to smoke lol.
pervy roomate könig will be posted tomorrow! it ended up longer than i expected and i have a few more oneshots otw so i wanna post at least 2 tgt tomorrow :3
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John didn’t care that you called him dad. Figured you just had some fucked up daddy issues. That’s alright, he’s fucked up too. He paid no mind in whatever coping mechanisms you indulged in, long as they aren’t hurting your pretty little head. He’ll even encourage it since you pretty much cried form embarrassment the first time that title slipped out your mouth.
Though he couldn’t deny the ache it sent to his dick when it came out your pillowy lips.
The way you called out to him, your voice soft like a baby fawn calling out for help as you looked up at him with those doe eyes.
He definitely didn’t punch that gooey spot in your cunt that made you go dumb a little harder the minute the moaned the word “dad” with a hushed tone.
He definitely didn’t tighten his grip around your throat when he was fingering you on his lap while you were pleading for him to go faster, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth while you whimpered that taboo title.
And maybe he did tuck you in after rough rounds, running his fingers through your hair while holding you tightly against his chest and whispering “go to sleep kid” in that gruff voice that managed to bring so much comfort. Maybe he did except you to only call him dad and will glare and wait for you to correct yourself if you called him anything else.
