older!simonriley who is a little bit surprised when you ask him to sleep with you. you tell him how inexperienced you are and that you wish to learn how to properly pleasure someone. he's not sure if he's gonna say yes but, you're probably going to ask someone else anyway, and the mere idea makes him sick. he doesn’t regret it when he sees your big doe eyes looking up at him as you're on your knees, his fat cock standing proudly before you. he snickers at your intimidated expression before grabbing gently your hair and guiding your lips on his lenght, a sigh escaping him as he feels the warmness of your mouth. even as you gag and that tears are threatning to spill, he doesn’t stop, you'll have to learn the hard way anyway.
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Dadbf! john price making you his doll.
tw: dark content, dad kink, age gap, piv.
dadbf! Price is a degenerate of a man when it comes to you— his personal doll. He always makes sure you are cared for. Providing you everything you need, i mean he needs something pretty to keep his lap warm. He wants you all to himself. you need a friend to talk to? he's there to listen his baby, need a father figure? he's there to hold his lil girl, need someone to fuck your brains out? oh he's definitely there for it.
He keeps you so domesticated and dependent on him. Always ensures you are there to greet him at home like a perfect lil wifey whenever he gets back from work. Rarely allows you to go out alone, the reason being— "What if someone takes you away from me, sweetheart. y'know your old man can't take that" :(( continuously gaslighting and soft-manipulating your brain into being his perfect doll.
He doesn't allow you to wear panties or a bra at home just so he can slip his fat tip in your lil pussy whenever he feels like— whether you are baking in the kitchen, doing laundry etc. Buys you the shortest frilly clothes, makes it easy for him to run his rough fingers on your skin. Whenever you guys are together, he invariably has his fingers kneading your ass leaving his light bruises on them, or simply tugging at your lower belly.
He buys you all kinds of sex toys— butt plugs, vibrators, dildos etc. He does this just so you can use them to make yourself feel good when he's on a mission or deployed. He would make you use them on video calls, teaching you how to use them while he strokes his own leaking cock, making lewd mean comments— "such a needy fuckin' little girl". He Keeps track of all the videos and pics you send him of you using those toys which he further brags to his teammates, showing them how pretty his dolly sounds.
he fucks you on every flat surface in the house, it doesn't matter as long as he gets to pound into your lil cunt. Sometimes he'd fuck your lil pussy— all puffy and bruised, makes you so numb and brain-dead that you just feel like a ragdoll. Hot air fills the room as he cuts off your breathing by absolutely eating your mouth while continuously thrusting in your gummy walls from behind. He cums so fast when he sees you all limp and barely conscious underneath him— "bloody hell, you there, dolly? have i fucked my little girl too much?". He'd murmur in your ear with mock sympathy.
He adores whenever you look up at him with those big, doe eyes with tears trickling down your cheeks and mouth filled with his thick, veiny cock. drool leaking down from your chin. He makes you choke and gag on his dick, slapping your tongue down with his cock— "c'mon, lovie. you can take it. you make your old man so happy." After cumming down your throat, painting your walls white with his thick, sticky cum, He forces you to smile even though your mouth is all fucked up and used because— "good dolls always look pretty for their daddies, bun." :((
At first when he introduces you to his teammates, they all thought you were his adopted daughter or maybe a niece whom he brought just to show around the base. And worst of it all, Price doesn't even bothers to correct them— that is, until he shows them the videos of him doing all kinds of filth to you. The sweet, innocent face they saw earlier is all red, mascara smeared around the teary eyes, cum dripping from the bruised lips, and Price's handprints on your cheeks as an evidence. Price's gripping your chin between his war-calloused fingers before asking you to take your tongue out. He spits a good amount of his drool on it and you swallow it up like a good girl. The video ends here, but it still leaves all of them to adjusting themselves through their pants the whole day.
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(pregnancy; lactation; sex; trespassing; smut in general)
So, the 141’s secretary was pregnant—and I don’t mean just in the early stages or anything like that; I mean pregnant. Heavily pregnant.
Pregnant enough that she couldn't button any of her pants anymore, forced to wear skirts and dresses instead. Pregnant enough that she hadn't been able to see her own feet for months. So pregnant that if she sat down—whether on a chair, a sofa, or even her bed—she couldn't get back up on her own.
Luckily, the boys from the 141 kept a close eye on her. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
Every time she made the slightest sound—a groan of discomfort when the baby kicked her ribs, or a sigh of relief when she finally found a comfortable position—Johnny would appear out of nowhere, wearing gloves and a surgical mask he’d swiped from the infirmary.
"Is it time, Bonnie? Is it happening now?" he’d ask, dropping to his knees, lifting her skirt, and diving right into her clothes, as if the baby were about to slide out and only he could catch it.
The upside was that Johnny would at least apologize graciously, planting a hundred kisses against the secretary's pussy.
Kyle, on the other hand, focused on making this difficult phase as pleasant as possible. He’d bought a stash of various creams, sorted by body part: one for foot massages, another for her lower back, and a third to moisturize her big, round belly—lovingly kissing every stretch mark along the way. Whenever he massaged her, the baby would react instantly, kicking at his hands and shifting around as if trying to get closer to Kyle. He always spoke in a low, calm voice, talking to her belly to ensure the baby would know his sweet voice well. And finally, he would bring out a special cream used to massage his secretary’s perineum, claiming it would aid in labor and relieve some of the aches.
He was right—it certainly helped… It helped even more when Kyle made her come with his skillful fingers.
As for Simon? He took it upon himself to get the secretary’s apartment ready. He bought baby clothes by the heap—bottles, diapers, wipes, cribs, car seats, changing tables, and mountains of toys. Every day when she got home, a mountain of new gifts would be waiting, alongside a fridge stocked with food and a closet full of jewelry and clothes he had bought her. After all, he had money to burn and loved seeing his secretary wearing the outfits he picked out.
Of course, it was a bit unnerving at first, since she had never brought either of them to her home—let alone mentioned where she lived, much less given them keys to come and go as they pleased. But then again, she figured breaking into an apartment probably wasn't that hard for men like them.
Many nights, she would wake up to Simon fucking her from behind, one hand pressed flat against her belly while the other circled her clitoris in a way that made her eyes roll back in her head. Who cared about a little invasion, when he took such good care of her?
And finally, there was John. He was the one who kept the closest watch on her. He wouldn't let her lift a finger—not even to eat.
Did she want onion-flavored chips with a chocolate coating? John was already placing them against her lips. An ice cream sandwich with chili peppers? There it was: cold, spicy, and crunchy against her lips.
But it didn't stop there. John would do anything for his secretary. Were her breasts sore? Too full, and the breast pump too far away? John’s lips were right there, sucking and drinking that wonderful milk.
Was she feeling empty? Easy—she just had to sit on Price, keeping his cock nice and warm deep inside her, banishing that hollow feeling within.
She could only be grateful that the 141 took such good care of her.
mean price spanking you with his cigar between his lips. His heavy hand coming down on your clothed ass before he grunted. “Hmf, get this off.” Before pulling your jeans and underwear down himself. “Maybe. Now, you’ll listen.” You’d hear the older man grumble, his calloused hand coming down in time with each word.
He wouuuuuld so leave your ass sore, all while letting ash from his cigar drop onto your legs. “Dumb thing, making me do this.” Mayyyyybe,, he’d even lightly press the ember end of his cigar against the back of your thigh. Relishing in the way you flinched away from the sudden heat.
tf141 rookie reader who’s got a normal accent, so they should be easy to understand, right? WRONG. because they speak in Adventure Time lingo. great. now ghost has 2 teammates talking nonsense. ah well, at least it’s funny seeing soap get confused when the rookie says something like “dude almost skronked up my dome piece.”
lol see how he likes it
Speaking riddles
Or when TF141 has... no clue what you're saying
Written as a short Drabble
TW - Cursing and gibberish
They thought it would be easy. Simple. You had a clear, simple accent. American. A bit unpolished, but far better than Simon and Johnny's.
Then you spoke.
"Yo, I'm new to the team," with a firm handshake, then a "I can't wait to get to know all of you."
Ghost slowly turned to look at Price, "Wha the bloody hell are they on abou'?"
It got worse over time...
"Yo, hand me the snowman blood" when you wanted water.
"They nearly koboomed off my thinker" after a near miss to your head.
"You gonna throw that in the vault or do you need a brain healer?" That got you a side eye from Johnny with a "Speak fuckin' English." The irony was not lost on him, especially when Simon scoffed next to him.
Daisy - This was a good step out of my comfort zone, but it was definitely fun! I hope you enjoyed this stilly little piece :p
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after having your first baby, he simply felt like he lived in a dream ; simon never thought that he'd be capable of being a father, a truly loving father. he quickly adjusted to the dad's life, trying to let you rest as much as possible.
you on the other hand, was completely living a nightmare. of course you couldn’t be happier to have you and simon's first child, but you couldn’t help but feel disgusted by your own body. the love handles, the cellulite and even the acne, without talking of your never ending appetite.
however your vision changed when you noticed your husband's attitude, he was completely at your mercy. he couldn’t help but lightly smack your ass as you walked past him, or even grasping your thighs as you were watching a movie on the couch.
he was absolutely starving.
his big hands would keep your thighs tightly open as he would bite your skin, his tongue licking vividly your folds. he would get so horny at the sight of your skin trapped under his harsh hold, but also by the way your breasts would roughly jiggle as he slammed his cock in your cunt. he didn’t like the way you'd hide your face, seemingly embarrassed, he wanted you to see how you were making him feel, how hot you were.
simon couldn't help but snicker when you showed him a positive pregnancy test a few months later.
