Hello! Welcome to my blog! You can call me Taffie! This blog will primarily focus on the Simpsons. I might post other things too.
Big, big warning: I am pro-fiction, and some of my posts will contain taboo material. I adamantly ship Lisa Simpson with Sideshow Bob or Cecil. I mainly project onto her because I am similar to her. I also like Pennywise, so I may post him as well
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WORD COUNT: 4,532
Warning: smut, pseudo-incest, spanking, dubcon, noncon, thigh fucking, fingering, abuse, bob is quite mean in this
You were a rather shy girl; sometimes you may have done things you weren't supposed to, but it was never anything severe. You just would sneak out frequently to have moments to yourself. But you were a good girl.
Your father, Robert Terwilliger, was very strict; he didn't allow you to go out during the day or night. You grew up watching other children your age being allowed curfews and getting to go outside and play. Then you became a teenager, and you saw other teens get to have a fulfilling teen life hanging with friends in parks and malls on weekends and breaks while you sat in the house by yourself or sat in the living room with your father as he read some random book whenever he was off work.
He wasn't even your biological father; he found you in a cradle in front of a fire station. Very cliche, but this is what he told you happened: the door was opening, and a fire truck was about to come out, and he quickly came to rescue you from getting run over by the truck, and ever since then, he's made it his mission to protect you. He's gotten so obsessive over this mission that he hasn't let you have a life, all because protecting you gives his life purpose.
Now you were 18, and it was time to start college, and Bob was adamant about you going to college, but not one he didn't approve of. This weekend you and your father were going to drive to this college he wanted to check out and see if it would be good for you to be in. You remember just last week when he told you about it.
You were in the kitchen making yourself lunch, and he came in looming over you, and you knew he was going to tell you something: "I've found a college I think is perfect for you…”
You turned to look up at him. "What… is it…?"
He furrowed his brows for a quick second. "Speak properly to me, girl.”
"What college might this be, Father?" you spoke, obviously mocking his flowery
He ignored your mocking, only giving you a stern look. "It's a college I think will protect you well. It is very strict, so no party going or any of that nonsense." He smiled widely, putting the brochure in your face.
"Everything you need is on campus, so no need to leave!”
What was this, some kind of boarding school for adults? You've never heard of such a thing.
"You get to go away but still be safe. Isn't that wonderful, my girl?”
You had a look of dread on your face.
"What's that look on your face…?”
“I—I just thought maybe… I'd have a normal college experience... you know, freedom."
He rolled his eyes. "There is no true freedom in getting your drink spiked by those perverted college boys. Do you think you would really feel free having your precious body raped by roid-addled jocks?” He emphasized what he said by harshly pressing his index finger into the hole made with his other hand. "You wouldn't want that, right? Or to be stalked by some creep off campus because you wandered off?”
“No father…” you tilted your head down in the shame he made you feel
“Yes, that's what I thought! You know Daddy just wants to take care of you! Right?” he put his long finger on the bottom of your chin to tilt your head up
You looked up at him, your eyes glossy. "Yes… Father…""I know."
Today you and bob were driving to check out the college—Bob's large foot pressed on the gas pedal as he drove down the empty roads surrounded by fields of grass and the occasional animal; this college was really far from home. “Father, is this college popular?” you asked. “Well, among parents who care about their children, yes, it seems quite full, which is why I need you to behave like a lady during this visit, as we will speak with the dean.”
“Okay, Father, I will. " You almost wanted not to so maybe you wouldn't get in and maybe get to go to a normal college, but the consequences of that would be severe… Bob had no aversion to spanking you even at your age. Hey, at least you didnt have to write an essay…
“Good girl, I know you will behave; they won't have any choice but to accept you."
You smiled at his praise, playing with the hem of your dress. Bob had dressed you today; you had on a pink dress and white tights and a pink headband on your head with Mary Jane shoes. You looked like some kind of porcelain doll, but it was cute, so you weren't so embarrassed.
After about an hour had passed, you were finally at the college; it was huge, even bigger than you had imagined. You looked in awe, still sitting in your seat; you were nervous. Bob got out of the car and opened your door for you. "Come on now before we are late for the tour.” He held his hand out, and you grabbed it and got out of the car. You walked to the entrance of the college, which was gated, and Bob had to press a buzzer machine; an assistant answered, asking for identification and the reason for being there. Bob held out his ID in front of the camera. "We are here for the tour and meeting with the dean. The gate buzzed and slowly opened, revealing a beautiful campus. How could Bob afford to send you here? He has his ways…
You walked in looking around, and it was beautiful; if you could forget the fact that it's basically jail, you'd love the idea of going here. It felt like its own small town. Bob leaned down to your ear. "It's a wonderful campus, dove. I think you will love it here." An assistant came up to you too. "Looks like you guys are already loving the look of the campus.” She smiled. “Yes, absolutely, this looks like the perfect place for my daughter!” Bob smiled widely, standing tall behind you with his hand on your shoulders. The assistant smiled. "My name is Allyson Jakobin. I will be your tour guide today! "What are your names?” She looked at both you and Bob. "My name is Robert Terwilliger.” Bob squeezed your shoulder for you to introduce yourself. "A-and I'm, uhm, Y/N Terwilliger…" You wanted to kick yourself; you didn't mean to sound so unsure of your own name. Bob let out a breath. "She's very shy; excuse her," he said with a smile plastered on his face. “Oh! That's okay; I used to be a shy girl too!” She smiled at you, which put you at ease. "Let's get this tour started." She walked ahead, expecting you and your father to follow, and you did. As you followed, you looked around, admiring more of the campus that was revealed to you as you walked. Allyson stopped in front of a large building. "This is our cafeteria; you can get just about anything. It's covered by us! Well, technically, you are paying if you pay your tuition!” she gave a small chuckle.
The tour went on for about an hour, and your legs were hurting from so much walking, but you didn't show any sign of discomfort because you didn't want to do anything your father would deem as misbehaving. The tour guide said her goodbyes, and soon you and your father were seated, waiting outside the dean's office. This place was huge; the walls were made of dark wood, and it looked very sophisticated. You were glad to finally be sitting down.
A different assistant came out of his office. “Mr. Fandghul is ready for your appointment, sir," he spoke. ‘What a strange name,' you thought as you and your father got up; your legs wobbled a bit because of the soreness from the walking. The assistant opened the door to the dean's office. There sat a large man sitting behind a desk looking at both you and your father, like he was judging. You were so caught up with trying to walk normally that you tripped on the rug and fell face-first on the ground with a grunt, your hips up and your dress flipped up in the fall. Good thing you had tights on, but you were still in a strange position. You were dazed from this fall and slowly sat up on your knees, holding your head for a bit, then the feeling of immense embarrassment rushed to your head, and you looked up at Bob; you knew he’d be pissed, but his expression showed he was beyond pissed, and you'd be getting lectured later or worse. "Umm, I—I'm sorry we did a lot of walking, and my legs, they are sore, and I tried to—" "It's fine; I understand. No problem. It was an accident!” The intimidating dean was quite nice. You picked yourself up off the floor and sat in the chair next to your father in front of the dean's desk. Your father and the dean spoke, but all you could hear was static, thinking about what you would be met with when you got home. Soon the meeting was over, and it went well despite your mess-up. The dean even said you seemed like a smart and pleasant girl.
When you and Bob got back in the car, it was silent; he didn't even open your door for you like he usually did. You thought this was such a petty thing for him to get mad about, but you wouldn't say that out loud. The whole ride home was silent; he didn't even play music to drown out the silence. He wanted you to feel awkward; he wanted your mishap to sink in so you felt shame for the next two-hour ride.
You were silent, looking out the window, and you started to feel like you had to pee, but you ignored it; you didn't want to ask him to make a pit stop because he would yell at you, asking, 'Why didn't you pee at the school?' But as time went on, it was unignorable; it felt like it was trying to come out, and it kind of hurt. You squeezed your legs together trying to stop it, but you couldn't. Bob noticed your uncomfortable demeanor. "What's wrong with you? Why are you squirming?" He raised his eyebrow.
"Umm... I have to pee really badly."
He sighs, "Why didn't you say anything when we were near the pit stops? There's nowhere to stop here!”
“I’m sorry, I just—" him yelling at you made you so nervous your bladder gave in and you peed yourself ruining your dress and his seat
“Did you just… WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? YOU COULDN'T WAIT A FEW MINUTES TILL WE GOT HOME?” He yelled at you
This was humiliating; tears streamed down your face. "I… I'm sorry, Father. I—you yelled at me and I couldn't—"
"That's no excuse! Theres nothing to clean this with," he breathed out, trying to calm himself down and hurry to drive home
After a few minutes you finally got home, and he shooed you into the house. "Go take a shower and change now.” He spoke so sternly you were so scared you could pee yourself again.
He spent an hour trying to get your piss out of his car; he didn't want it smelling like piss. After he was done, he came into the house. You were sitting on the couch; you had already showered and gotten changed. He stared at you for a moment, and you felt fear deep in your tummy. He came and sat in the loveseat beside the couch. "First you make a fool of yourself in front of the dean, then you relieve yourself all over my car. Are you misbehaving on purpose?” he spoke in a calm, serious tone
“No, Father, I didn't do it on purpose. I'm sorry. I'll do extra chores!” you whined
“I think you are being untruthful; it’s best you tell me the truth, miss.”
“I’m telling the truth; both were accidents. I'm sorry!”
“I don't believe that you couldn't have caught yourself; it would have been much less embarrassing. You did that on purpose! You're always a blustering fool at the worst possible times; I didn't raise you like this… and for the car, you knew you had to use the restroom. Why did you not tell me? We passed 5 places we could have stopped. You were looking out the window; you saw!"
You wanted to cry at his words; it was frustrating that he wasn't believing you.
"But it was an accident, and the dean didn't even mind! And I didn't ask to use the bathroom because I thought you would be mad at me!”
He shook his head. “I don't want to hear it; stand up."
You obeyed, not wanting to piss him off further
“Lay over my lap. " He scooted up so his thighs were hanging off the seat enough for you to lie over. You obeyed; you knew this was coming. He pulled your shorts down and rubbed your butt before giving it a harsh slap.
“One!” you said with a shout, already knowing that you had to count from the previous times hes spanked you
“Good you remembered to count; at least you can do that.”
His hand came down on your ass again, and it hurt so bad you started crying, “Two! I’m sorry!”
"Apologizing already? Your attempts at garnering sympathy will not work this time, miss."
You frowned, trying to blink away the forming tears
After 10 more slaps, he finally stopped, and now you are a sobbing mess; your butt hurts so bad.
“Have you learned your lesson?" he spoke while rubbing your butt
“Yes, Father…" you tried to get up but he kept you down
“Not so fast, I'm not done.”
You whined loudly at this. He rubbed your butt and then his fingers slowly went down to your cunt; hes never done this before
“I was puzzled as to why you do these things… the sneaking out, the sabotage."
You froze. How did he know about the sneaking out? his fingers poked your clit through your panties, which mad you jump
“But I see now you are trying to escape me, to give yourself to those horrid boys."
“N-no what?” you responded confused by what he was trying to say; you never even dated a boy before
“You want to go to a regular college to be a whore—is that it? I can make you one without you going and getting ruined by those unworthy college boys.” He spoke as he started to circle your clit through your panties, which made you whimper, of course. It felt nice, but this was not right; he's never done anything like this before.
“Wait… what, Father… what are y… you doing?” You looked back at him, but he pushed your head back down. “I can't look at your face right now… you don't want to be my little girl anymore.”
“I do! I’m sorry, Father.”
"No, you don’t. You want to go out and ruin yourself; you want to be away from your daddy. I'll have you know if I didn't protect you, you’d be pregnant, perhaps from a rape. It is a rough world for girls like you, and I saved you, and you choose to be ungrateful." He smacked your cunt, and you squealed and jumped, never having felt that before.
"No, I’m grateful, I promise!" You weren't sure if you were telling the truth, but it was true that his protectiveness had saved you from the dangers of the world.
"No, you aren’t!” He smacked your cunt several times harder and harder with each smack, and it hurt, but that pain turned to pleasure, and soon enough you were dripping in your panties. It was embarrassing even if it was just you and him.
He palmed your cunt and smiled
“Of course you'd get wet from this," he said as if him slapping your cunt was a nonsexual act.
All you could do is whimper. He pulled your panties off along with the shorts you had at your ankles this entire time. He lifted the underwear up and inspected it. "These are soaked. Who knew you could get this excited from your father punishing you?"
You wanted to hide away; this felt so wrong, but you were scared to even move.
“Put these sodden panties in your mouth, taste yourself, feel this shame, and remember it." He shoved your panties in your mouth, and you gagged a bit. You didnt know why he suddenly was going this far. Was this something hes always thought about doing… dodge keep you from the world because he didn't want anyone else to have you?
He ran his fingers up and down your slit, then inserted one finger inside of you. He pumped his finger in and out of you, and it felt weird, like exactly what you'd think it would feel like having something pump and wiggle inside you. He was silent while he did this, paying attention to your body and how it reacted to each movement of his finger. He soon added another one, and it started to feel more pleasurable. He pumped his fingers in and out and at times stopped to curl inside of you, which felt amazing and earned him a sweet moan out of you.
“It feels nice, doesn't it? It's better i do this to you than anyone else."
As his middle and ring fingers were curled inside you, he started rubbing your clit with his index finger. You gasped and moaned this was an amazing feeling; the closest you've ever gotten to this was when you would hump your pillow at times when Bob was at work.
"Aren't you thankful for me, thankful I could make you feel good even after you disobey me? Other fathers just discipline their girls and send them away.” Other fathers also don't finger their daughters, you thought, but soon that thought disappeared when you started feeling like you were getting close and he could tell. He pumped his fingers into you faster, making sure to curl his fingers against that special spot inside you as he rubbed on your clit at the same time. Your breath became erratic, and you shut your eyes as you came all over his fingers. You spit your panties out your mouth and let out a loud cry as Bob's fingers were still inside of you, working it all out of you.
You panted as you came down from your high. Bob removed his fingers from inside of you, and you could hear what sounded like him sucking your juices off his fingers. realization began to hit; you felt horrible this was all wrong, and you let it happen. Your father shouldn't be fingering you, but why did it feel so good?
“Father… this is wrong."
“You say this after I've made you orgasm…"
“I—I just, I don't think we should be doing this…”
“If you really thought that, you wouldnt have been dripping down my hand."
“I cant help that…”
“You were well within your right to stop me, but you didn't, but if you must make it a big issue, go on to your room.”
I got up quickly, running to your room; you felt silly because you had no pants on.
You took another shower, and a couple hours went by, and it was time for bed. you didnt bother asking for dinner; your appetite was gone. You felt so disgusted and weird; now you were like those inbred freaks that have babies with their fathers and uncles. It made your stomach hurt to even think about.
You surprisingly fall asleep easily; usually you'd stay awake late, especially when you had so much on your mind, but today was a long day, and you are just exhausted. Soon you began to dream. It started with you and Bob lying in his bed spooning, and he grabbed you and pulled you closer to him, his boner poking against your ass, which made you gasp, and he started grinding it against you. He was moaning in that deep voice of his, and soon he pulled his dick from outside his boxers and started sliding his cock between your inner thighs. His cock was rubbing against your clothed cunt; your little panties and shorts barely stopped the feeling of his cockhead poking your clit at each thrust. He got rougher and rougher until you both came from the stimulation.
You woke up in the middle of the night sweaty and turned on by your dream; you were wet, and you were throbbing down there. It was so uncomfortable. You tried to just go back to sleep, but you just couldn't; the throbbing between your legs was unbearable. You thought maybe your father could help because of what he did to you earlier, but guilt quickly hit you for thinking that. First you get fingered by your father, then you have a wet dream about him, and now you want him to fully fuck you to make this aching in your cunt go away. You brushed the idea away, trying to just ignore it, but eventually you shot out of bed, and you made your way into this room.
You opened his bedroom door slowly; the hinges loudly creaked. You tiptoed to his bed and stood watching him as he slept for a moment; he looked so nonthreatening in his sleep. He'd always be smiling, though, for whatever reason. After some time you tapped him, and he shot up screaming, “WHO IS IT?" He sounded disoriented. "I'm sorry, it's just me!!” you tried to get him to calm down and he did; he sighed "What must you need at this hour, dove?"
You bit your lip, afraid to tell him, but after what transpired earlier, you think there's a chance he will help you. "Umm, well… i had a dream…”
“You still need Daddy after nightmares at your age? Im not piqued, but—"
"No, it wasnt that kind of dream…”
He raised his eyebrow thinking for a second, and then his lips curved up into a grin
“What was this dream you had?” He asked, knowing exactly what it was but he wanted you to tell him
“Well, we had sex… i guess… it wasn't really penetration." this was so awkward for you but bob found your embarrassment adorable
“And I feel all… you know… and it's unbearable, Father. I need help…”
“Okay… climb into bed with me."
You climbed onto his bed, lying in the spot beside him
“What happened in your dream?” He asked, thinking maybe they could do something similar to really satisfy her needs
“Well… we were cuddling and you had a boner and rubbed it against me over and over till we both, you know…”
“Oh yes, I know…” he smiled, turning his body to me.
“How about this? I'll lie back, okay, and you get on top of me."
He lies back, and you climb on top of him, sitting on his pelvis. You could feel his already half-hard cock under your ass; it felt really big
“Now i need you to grind your… supple ass against my cock."
You did as you was told; you held onto the sheets below and ground on his cock until he was rock hard, his cock poking your clit time you ground back, and it was making you whimper
“Now, continue grinding your precious cunt and ass against me till you cum."
You did a mental sigh; you wanted him to actually do something to you but nonetheless you continued to grind and it felt so good but your hips were getting so tired. "Father… my hips hurt…”
“I was trying to eschew humping you because I will need you to be nude, and I may lose my control and end up penetrating you, but… I suppose I could try humping you instead of you humping me."
He moved you off of him and laid you down where he was; now he was hovering over you and reached one hand down to lift your nightgown up so he could pull your panties off—they were soaked. “Must have been a thrilling dream."
You shyly smiled at his remark and looked the the side, feeling a bit embarrassed
“You are so adorable; no need to get shy, my sweet girl." He cupped your face, turning it to him as he leaned down and softly kissed your lips. The kiss was slow and gentle; he knows you've never kissed anyone before, and he didn't want to go too far. He pulled away, which made you frown. "I've got to take my undergarments off. Don't worry, I'll give you another sweet kiss.” He quickly took off his boxers, revealing his cock, which was quite large; it made you gasp. "Aren't you lucky that's not going inside of you today?" he chuckled before kissing you again as he started thrusting his cock against your pussy; it took every ounce of strength in him not to just penetrate you. You moaned into the kiss, and he started to thrust with more rhythm. His cock was rubbing against your clit so nicely; his cock was so heavy and thick too. You didn't expect that at all. He continued to thrust; you loved his moans and groans. They sounded amazing and did not fail to make you more and more aroused.
He lifted your nightgown up even further to show your tits; he groped at them, squeezing them tightly in his hand as he thrust his cock between your plump cunt lips, he groaned thrusting faster and faster. “i think i’m close, dove."
"M... me too, Father," you moaned, tears spilling from your eyes because it just felt so good. He kept thrusting his cock, splitting your lips on each thrust; his cock head poked your clit each time. You held onto this upper arm tightly, the pressure in your tummy building up until one final thrust, and it was too much; you came hard. Bob came along with you both, your bodies shaking and squirming, and his cum shot onto your mound and tummy; it was a lot. He collapsed on top of you; he felt so nice and warm you hugged him as he lay on top of you. "I love you, dove. I know I'm protective, but it’s because I love you. I don't want someone to hurt my perfect girl. He lifted his head and placed his hand on your cheek with gently kissing your forehead."
“I love you too, Father." You accepted that you are his, and maybe, after this, things will be just a little different now that he knows you're his and nothing can change that.
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