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Y'all gimme sum asks!! I'm having writers block. Smh, sorry about that
-Bun Bun
You donât say much when Simon comes home.
He notices, of course. He always does. Itâs impossible not to notice when the house is quieter than usual, when you donât meet him at the door, when you donât ask about his day, and when the only sound is the clink of dishes as you clean up after dinner you barely touched.
He stands there in the doorway, massive shoulders still heavy with the weight of the day. âSomething wrong, love?â
You hum a sound. Not yes, not no. Just enough to make him frown.
He moves closer, cautiously. âYouâre quiet.â
âIâm fine.â
Youâre not. He knows that tone. The one-word answers, the short phrasesâitâs the equivalent of a red alert to him.
He tries again. âDid I do something?â
âNo.â
âDid someone else do something?â
âNo.â
He sighs, rubbing a gloved hand over his face. âBloody hell, woman, youâre gonna have to give me somethinâ to work with here.â
You donât answer. You turn off the tap, dry your hands, and walk past him, but he follows you like a shadow.
Itâs almost funny, the way the infamous Ghost is more afraid of upsetting you than of any armed target heâs faced in the field.
He finally corners you in the hallway. âAlright, whatâd I do?â he asks, softer this time.
You cross your arms, staring at the floor. For a second, you think about keeping it to yourself, because it sounds stupid now that itâs out in the open. But then you mumble, barely audible, âYou didnât kiss me.â
He blinks. âWhat?â
âThis morning,â you say louder, arms still folded tight. âYou left for work and you didnât kiss me goodbye.â
Thereâs a pause. A long one. You can practically feel his relief when he exhales, a low laugh rumbling from his chest.
âThatâs what this is about?â
Your glare could cut steel. âYes, thatâs what this is about.â
He steps closer, the corner of his mouth curving. âLove, I thought Iâd done somethinâ serious.â
âIt is serious,â you say, still refusing to look at him. âYou always kiss me before you go.â
He reaches out, gentle fingers finding your chin and lifting it just enough for you to see the warmth in his eyes. âYouâre right.â
You huff, still not quite ready to let it go. âYou just left.â
He leans in, close enough that his voice drops to that low whisper. âI wonât forget again.â
And he doesnât.
The next morning, when heâs getting ready before dawn, he doesnât slip out quietly. He walks back to the bed, kneels down beside you, and presses a soft kiss to your temple.
Every. Single. Time.
Even when youâre half-asleep and donât notice. Even when heâs running late. Even when heâs tired and sore and just wants to collapse.
Because for all the things Simon Riley forgetsâcodes, passwords, even mealsâhe never forgets you.
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AHHHHHH YESSSSSS!!!!
This is for one of my anon bunnies cuz I deleted the post cuz I posted it on accident. Dad priceâŚ
YES!- response to your question btw
CW!!! Fauxcest!!!
Disgusting dad price who has you cockwarming him while he answers his emails and fills out paperwork. Just has you sitting on his thick thighs, your own legs straddling his, while his fat cock is buried deep inside your sloppy pussy, nuzzling against your cervix every time you move. Whines and whimpers leaving your mouth as you try to get as comfortable as possible, but there's only so much you can do when your feet barely touch the ground. So you just have the sit there, with his fat cock stretching you and filling you.
"Dad, can I please go now" you ask oh so sweetly, slowly grinding your hips. But he reply's just how you knew he would.
"No, let yer dad teach you how to take some good cock, ye'?"He says condescendingly as he gives his hip a sharp buck, making you cry out. Small tears leaving your eyes. You had been in his lap for the past hour and a half, so your poor cunny was bound to be all sore and hurting. And price knew that.
Your face was all flushed and hot, and he did this at LEAST once a week with you and you had a love hate relationship with his cock. It would be nice if you didnât have to have it stuffed inside you, molding your poor, pathetic cunt to the shape of his fat cock. You could feel the way the thick vein on the underside of it throb with need, pulsing with his heart beat. It was the most delicious torture you could imagine, but torture nonetheless.
âI know whatâll help you, baby girlâ He said with a smirk, and reached into his water cup and grabbed a large piece of ice. The one that was multiple pieces stuck together, forming one.
âThis will cool my little girl, wonât it? Make you a little less hot and bothered, ye?â He said and you smiled a little as you opened your mouth, expecting him to put it into your mouth, but he did not such thing. Instead, he brought the ice cube all the way down to your swollen little clit, hard. Pressing it hard against your poor clit, squishing it.
âOh! Fuck! Dad!â You squeal as you try to push yourself off of him, tears now coming full force down your face as you came suddenly. Back arching into him, tits in his face. Your already sloppy cunt was now soaking and leaking. Your slick coating your inner thighs and leaks down to the middle of his balls. He smiles at you, your hiccuping sobs are always amazing to see, but he canât have his princess moving away can he? No.
He pinches your clit with the ice cube, a small pinch, surely you can take it right? Being a good girl for your dad should always be your priority.
âDonât your dare move, little girl, be good one for yer dadâ he tells you, a cruel smirk on his face as your eyes roll to the back of your head, cunt milking his cock for all itâs worth.
âThaâs it, be good for your old manâ He says, as he reach down to your sloppy hole and asks
âIce cubeâs ainât melting fast enough, gotta put it somewhere a little hotter.â
And to your horror, he shoves the ice cube inside your hole, the hole that still has his cock inside. Your dad shudders as he feels the coldness, but picks you up and bends you over his desk anyway.
You sob as he puts the ice cube inside of you, as it finally pushes you over the edge and a mind shattering climax crashes into you. You nearly scream as he rams his cock into you, and you hear him say
âTighten up thaâ cunt, no one but your dad will use this pussy, yaâ hearâ
He whispers into your ear, beer belly pushing against your back, arching it more.
âDad! Please, harder!â You moan, even after all the training your dad puts you through, you still beg like a spoiled brat. He smacks his hand down on your ass, and of course you moan like a wonton whore.
âSo fucking tight, such a good girl for yer dad, yeâ he says as his hips stutter and then starts to thrust slow and deep into your cunt. His hot load filling his little girl like any good father should. You arenât to far off as another climax washes over you, no less intense than the last.
You lay there limp, legs dangling at the hip from his desk. For the few minutes he slowly stuffs his cock in and out of your now ruined hole. Squelching and wet sounds mix with both of your deep breaths.
âGotta make sure yerâ dadâs load doesnât drip out of his little girls cunt, yeâ?â
He says with a small chuckle as he slowly pulls out, then he takes his godforsaken hand and grabs another one of those fucking ice cubes. Only to slide it inside of your sopping pussy.
Sobs find their way out of your throat as you kick your legs behind you, but thatâs quickly remedied by your dad landing a sharp spank on your soft ass. The jiggle of it making the corners of his lip turn upwards ever so slightly.
âBe good now, little one, wouldnât wanna stuff that cunt more than I have to. Now tuck yer dad back inâ
He says and you whimper as you slide off of the desk, back all achy and sore. Turning around, you take his cock into your soft little hands and lean down to give it a quick peck. Then you gently put him back into his boxers then his pants, zipping up your dadâs pants. Because thatâs what good girls are supposed to do; theyâre supposed to take care of their dads no matter what.
âThank you, Dadâ you say to him, and he lean down to present his cheek to you and you get on your tippy toe to kiss his cheek. He gives your ass a smack as you turn to leave.
âGo get some rest, baby girlâ
He tells you as you leave. Head dizzy and pussy used, but hey, you please your dad and thatâs all that mattered to you. Not that you had many thoughts besides his cock anyway.
I just feel like Johnny would be such a menace if you were shy. Like just imagine you guys holding hand out in public and he looks over to ask you something but all he sees is your face all types of red and hot. Such a flustered little Bonnie.
Or during sex when heâs pounding into your poor sloppy cunt and you try to hide behind your hand or shove your face in the pillow to hide and keep down. Ugh! Iâm a firm believer that he would pin your hands behind your back and move that poor pillow under your hips so you could make those quiet whimpers into loud, whorish moans like you know you need. Cunny all sloppy and wet from your combined slick, 1st or 2nd load heâs pumped into you.
KÜnig⌠need i say more
KĂśnig is a big ass dude right? Yea.. so just imagine him giving you squish therapy. Like I mean just imagine you sitting on your couch, rough day at work and you sitting there eye brows furrowed and a scowl on your face as you just scroll through your phone.
Then KĂśnig comes in, sees you absorbed in your anger bubble and decided to do something about it.
âWhat is wrong, Meine Liebeâ
He asks, and when you donât respond quick enough, he pick you up and walks to yâallâs bedroom, where plops you down with him on top of you. Delicious!!
You scramble and try to get out from under him but heâs having none of it and releases the rest of his body weight on you. Thick thigh around yours, arms under your knees. A mating press, but only fully clothed. Your head starts to feel quieter, you start to relax as he peppers your face with kisses.
His thick cock chubbing up against your cunt
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OH YESS PLEASE
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Master Price
âMaster, pleaseâ
You begged as your mouth was nuzzled into his crotch. Head cloudy and dizzy, numb. An outcome of perfect training.
âShut up, pup, and let me relax. Ye?â
He said it as if it was no big deal, his head on the pillow, turned to his side. The weight of his leg over your shoulder, resting on your cheek, as he ever so slightly rolls his hips on your face. The weight of his leg over you, grounding you.
Part of you loved it. Price had trained you to push your snout into his crotch every morning, you just had to be a good puppy for him and just snuggle between his meaty thighs, deep breaths of musky and potent scent that calmed your senses and severe anxiety. Your tail, always wagging in excitement or stiff with anxiety was now lying limp thrown half hazardly over his other thigh. You rested your head on the thigh under you.
âSo warmâ you whine out, small soft whimper leaving your mouth as your ears were pressed flat against your head, the cutest light brown color. Your whine sent vibrations to his cock, you mouthed at them ever so slightly, well, more like you nipped at his balls.
âFuck, pup.â He snapped, grabbed the hair at the back of your neck, your scruff, pulling you up. You whined
âStupid dogâ he said, voice dripping with superiorityâŚbecause he was. He was your master, your owner, someone who control everything about you. Why? Because you were a stupid dumb dog who doesnât know what she wants. So Price dictates that. Really, you should thank him for being so generous.
He got his
âIâm sorry, masterâ *you whined, tail tucking between your legs. Your sense to constantly please him weighed heavy in your chest. You just couldnât help yourself, you were just a puppy itâs not like you knew any better
âJusâ a dumb puppy huh? Get back in place, muttâ A simple sentence, nothing big, but you took it to heart and you go back to work. Wriggling back into the position you were before, you mouthed at his balls, making sure to keep your teeth at bay. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the scent, HIS scent, getting to you, settling deep in your lungs.
Priceâs hand found his way to your head, running his fingers gently through your hair, petting you. You leaned into his touch, unintentionally, sinking your face deeper into his balls. You looked up at him, his cock sitting heavy on your face. Semi hard.
This wasnât supposed to be pleasurable, this was supposed to be a slow calming start to the day. Obviously Prices idea, not like a dumb mutt like you had a choice, if you could make one on your own. You couldnât even suckle on his heavy balls without nipping. You were too young, maybe when youâre older you can make big pup choices. But for now you will lay here, cock across your face and you masters balls in your mouth, breathing in his scent. Like a good lil puppy should.
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It wasnât like you wanted to do it, you just couldnât help yourself.
The entire task force got sent to an immediate mission for a couple of days, nothing major just a quick in-and-out, but something that needed to be taken care of quickly.
Meaning you had the whole base to yourself, also meaning that their musky, potent, and dirty clothes were all in their respective rooms. Practically up for the taking, just laying there in the hamper.
Johnnyâs clothes were strewn all over his room, some made it into the hamper, others werenât so lucky. His entire room was all types musky. You went inside âjust to check if anythingâs amissâ, you convinced yourself, your tail pointing up; wiggling excitedly.
When you walked in the smell hit you, making your ears flatten at the smell. So fucking musky, so goddam potent, you could feel your thigh becoming slick as you walked forward. A low whine slipped out of you as you padded your way to his bed, all messy and rumpled pile of sheets. You looked around and then spotted his boxers. From the edge of the bed you could see how they were properly soiled. Dried cum all over them.
DeliciousâŚ
âI really fucking shouldnâtâ you said to yourself, but you didnât stop yourself as you made your way over, small shorts feeling ever so tight; the pair that John spanked you in a couple of times for being a slutty tease. You grabbed a the pair of black boxers with little skulls on it and brought it up to your face, going beat red as a shiver shot down your spine to the tip of your tail. A small whimper falling from your mouth. You sniffed, a quick one.
Once
Twice
Thrice
Before you were taking full on deep breathes of the soiled boxers, eyes rolling back and you plopped yourself on his bed, face up. Your ears flat and tail twitching in utter delight. Your slick start to soak through your panties and short shorts, creating a damp spot on the crotch.
His dried cum was all over them, so much cum and pre that you had reason to believe that it was most likely ghosts work. Heâd edge the poor boy until heâd cry, a beautiful sight to see.
You layer there just sniffing until your pussy throbbed and clit ached. Knowing that they werenât gonna be home until the next day, you shoved your hand between your thighs, fingering your cunt as you sniffed his boxers. Not even five minutes go by until the cummy, icky boxers were in your mouth. Chewing and sucking on them. Your eyes were so far back in your head that it went black. The taste. Oh fuck the taste. Salty, and bitter. Definitely Ghosts, but also slightly sweet and tangy, definitely Johnnys. The knowledge of both menâs cum in your mouth was so fucking hot. Heat spreading through your body like wildfire.
The squelching noise of your cunt and your huffing were the only sounds that could be heard on the quiet base. Your fingers, moving as fast as you could get them werenât stimulating you nearly enough as they should. Trying and failing to reach that gummy spot inside you.
A spot the boys found all too easily.
You groan and huffed the your nose in frustration. Trying to play with your clit, trying to copy those tight circles that ghost did, trying to rub over it like Johnny, but you couldnât. Tears of frustration spilled down your face. But johnny and ghost smiled as they looks down at their poor baby struggling.
âGuess whoâs homeâ
Johnny said in a sing song voice, pausing your ministrations.
You opened your thigh wider and you pleaded with the men, a small muffled plead, barely audible, but they knew exactly was their slut was saying.
âI-I just canât do itâ