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dolldefiler · 1 month

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haii !!

since we're being petty, i haven't held back on my pt2 of my previous ask >:)

i'm really sorry people are choosing to give you such abuse. continue to remember that we love you work and all of us depraved sluts would miss you so much if you quit for good :(

(i'm pretty certain my pt1 was posted on the 23rd if you've forgotten!)

"ah not today sweetheart"

i look up sweetly, and my hands go to undo my shirt, but you grab them roughly, somehow able to hold both of my small wrists in one hand 's grasp. "are you this much of a desperate slut? always wanting my dick aren't you? who would know tha such a cute, innocent and humble little girl is ths needy"

i squirm and blush; daddys so amazing and strong, noone compares to my owner. i'd then whimper slightly, my pussys wet and throbbing, begging for attention. the attention of my one and only master and soulmate. daddy's other hand goes to my ankles and takes off my panties, which id pulled down in haste to tease myself earlier. you'd dangle them in front of me, "they"re soaked sweetheart, were you this horny for daddy?" .

i try to move my arms but master's singular hand has me utterly restrained. "yes daddy... i couldn't help myself.. i'll be better, i'll be a.. a goodgirl for you i promise. i'm really sorry. i just wanted to feel good ".

i see you frown and suddenly, your hands are at my throat again. harder this time.

"'feel good' hm? you wanted to 'feel good' without me? you're my fucktoy, understand? you're here to make me feel good, baby. if my little girl wants to feel 'good', she'll have to beg for my permission. do i make that clear?"

you tighten your grip until i can barely muster an "mhm" and you release me. I'd bite my lip, partly in fear and partly in awe of what you'd do next.

"good slut, now open. yes, sweetie, your mouth. open wide.. yeah, that's my good girl" you put your two fingers in my mouth and i instinctively suck on them. daddy's fingers feel so good inside my little droolhole. you push them further down my throat and i feel myself gagging slightly. daddy would then pull his fingers out from my mouth. "stick your tongue out", you'd tell me and i do as i'm told immediately, feeling my pussy throbbing more, demanding attention and getting wetter with each command. "further." i do so and daddy spits in my mouth. "swallow" - i gulp, swallowing master's spit, and then show daddy that his delicious spit is gone. "what do we say?" i look down at your dick and then back up at your face - "th-thank you master"

"aw, does my favourite whore want daddy's dick to violently fuck her? is that what you were thinking about when you decided to touch yourself, hm?" without even waiting for my pathetic response, you push your hard and aching dick into my pussy. daddy watches my face intently as he does so, witnessing the exact moment of pain when your dick stretches my tight little pussy out all at once. you're as deep as possible, and i cant believe my pussys taken all of your dick this quickly. it hurts slightly but you're grabbing my ass to pull me close so that you can ensure every delicious and devastating inch of your dick is inside me, cosy against my walls.

master smiles at me and pats my head momentarily, allowing me to cockwarm him for a few moments and for me to adjust to his enormous presence inside me. then suddenly, his hands come back to my throat and hes thrusting into me. hard. fast. mercilessly. i feel as though i'm watching my body be fucked and abused in third-person. my uncontrollably wet pussy covers your cock in my slick, , allowing you to submerge yourself in and out of my tight little pussy. father's fucking against my walls faster and.. it feels so good, i don't want daddy to stop, but something about the way you're using my body, thrusting into me as hard as you can makes me want to scream out and beg you to free me, to stop fucking my pussy. maybe the thought of me actively telling, begging and pleading with you to stop and you not listening, too engrossed in fucking your way to heaven, turns me on even more. the decision to ignore a slut's cries for help as you fuck me with violent hunger in your eyes, as if you'd devour me whole. you're raping me.

the realisation of what i want hits hard, making me clench around your abusive cock. i hear master's grunts of pleasure as he continues to fuck my even-tighter pussy, and my mind is blank.... i know that you'd gladly eat me alive, perhaps biting your innocent little princess until you draw blood, and then you'd blame me for being such a mindless whore. a slut that teases her pussy without permission...

daddy would kiss down from my neck to my tits, biting, licking and sucking them. my nipples get so excited when daddy licks and sucks them, it sends shivers down my spine. you're still fucking me, my whole body jutting with each hard thrust. i cant stop myself from whimpering and moaning in pleasure as you vigorously push yourself deeper inside me, withdrawing and then crashing into my depths once more, hitting my pleasure spots each time. my nipples are erect and you lick them. i feel you withdraw from me and i go to cry out, not wanting you to stop using my pink little fuckhole. but, you rise up and drag your tip along my tits, against my nipples, making my pussy throb and almost reach orgasm - without me even touching my little pleasure bean. as daddy teases me with his delicious tip, he'd whisper praises to me: "yeah, you like this? such a good fuckin whore aren't you, baby?.. what's that? you want daddy to put his dick between your tits?" you grab my throat again briefly, as if reminding me of your strength, before grabbing my hands and placing them on my tits, making me squeeze them together around your huge dick. "just like that baby, yeah.. i'm so.. fuck.. i'm so proud of my little girl". i blush again, wanting to rub my clit so badly, but both of my hands are preoccupied. daddy's slipping his dick between my tits, fucking them.

daddy's tip looks so perfect, so lickable and pretty. i go to spit on it, drool covering my chin and your dick simultaneously. my tits are sticky and i watch in excitement as i see daddy's precum emerge from his dick. i whisper (in fear) "um. please can.. daddy cum all... over me?"

you slap my face, hard. "i'll cum wherever the fuck i want, understand? you're my bitch okay? i fucking own you, baby. you and that little fucking pussy" as daddy says this, he puts his fingers inside my pussy. i whimper loudly, my hips bucking up. master would lean back, still fingering me and watching me as i writhe in pure heavenly pleasure. you slide your fingers out of my pussy and make me suck on them briefly before you push me down and position yourself above me. daddy starts to jerk off over me. i watch his glistening dick, admiring his veins and his big hands around his even bigger dick. daddy stops fingering me, moving his hands to squeeze the perky spheres on my chest, then playing with your balls above me.

i begin to finger myself, i can't help it. i'm such a needy slut for my master. daddys jerking himself off faster, his heavy breathing and grunts turn me on so much. "baby, i 'm gonna cum, open fucking wide" . i open my mouth and euphoria hits as daddys delicious cum covers my face. i swallow what's landed in my mouth, (it tastes so good..!) and look up at him as i finger fuck myself faster, my legs shaking as i'm about to cum. quickly, master replaces my fingers with his. daddys fingers are so much bigger than mine and you fingerfuck me deeper and more violently, i'm cumming on your fingers and i whimper and scream in our bed. i can't muster a word or thought as i lie next to my owner, breathing heavily, my ass is glistening. my pussy drools from its defeat.

i'm so glad my daddy caught me playing with my pussy today :)

-UnicornSparkleSlut

Hallo again, miss Unicorn. As ever, you continue to grace my asks with your wonderful writing. If anyone's curious, this is the part 1, she's referring to.

#asks #UnicornSparkleSlut

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Chapter 6 [IKYLHT]

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Brushing the last of the water droplets off your arm, you fling the remnants of your shower towards the sleeping giants you call your partners.

“Johnny, Simon.”

The men peak their eyes open, letting out a hum of acknowledgement.

“I’m done showering. Up up, let’s go.”

You move to slip on your boots, lacing up as Soap complains.

“C’mon, Bun. We’ve got plenty of time. Lay down for a bit.”

He reaches his arms out, making grabby hands and scooting towards the far edge of the bed.

Ghost pats the space in the middle, shifting over as best he can on the mattress. Their bodies dwarf the bed in comparison.

“We’re not gonna fit, Johnny.” You laugh out, hands measuring the gap between the men against the width of your hips.

“C’mon now, we’re gonna be late. If we miss the flight, Price is sticking us on a commercial flight. You know he won’t pay for upgrades.”

He looks towards the small space, resting his arms over his stomach and giving a small shrug with his signature smile.

“It’ll be fine, I promise.”

“No John! I’m not letting you win this one. We really can’t be late, let’s go.”

Shrugging once more, he sighs out with a semi-smug tone.

“Can’t force ya’ to rest. We’ll take ten more minutes, then.” He rolls over, nuzzling into Simon.

His statement takes you by surprise, but you don’t think much of it. He’s acting like a cocky little shit, as he tends to do (a blessing and a curse, really) so you give him the benefit of the doubt that he’d trying to persuade you into napping with them via the ‘calling chicken’ method.

For two soldiers, it was surprisingly effective. Not entirely sure how we still have all ten fingers.

Now normally you’d play along, let him win since it benefits the both of you anyways. But something was just off this morning. Maybe it was the lackluster sleep last night, maybe it was those feelings that carried over being a little more intense than you initially realized. Whatever it was, you didn’t feel like you could just let him win this one. For whatever reason your subconscious had rationalized, this was the hill you’d die on.

“Uhh, Johnny. It's breakfast. We always have breakfast together. Come on, don’t be lazy.” You force out a small laugh.

He nuzzles a little further into Simon.

“It’s just breakfast, Bun.”

You try to hold the bitterness back as you quietly scoff.

It is just breakfast.

“Okay. Yeah. Whatever. I’ll just go by myself.”

He hums.

Eyes landing on Simon, you watch his blank stare, both of you completely unmoving.

You wait for his response- verbal, physical, anything- and huff when you’re met with nothing.

Fine then.

Practically slamming the door as you stomp out of the room, you turn to walk towards the mess hall but stop no more than three feet into the hallway.

Looking over your shoulder, you wait.

A few seconds go by.

A few more go by.

Then fifteen.

Then you check the time on your phone, owlishly blink as the number changes.

With a small nod, your eyes shut as you feel the irritation puddle into something akin to grief.

It’s so much easier being angry, you realize, as you quietly make your way to the mess hall.

Maybe that’s what this is. This new way of being that had suddenly taken hold.

You’d been angry before- at your parents and their cruelty, at your teachers and their negligence, at the military recruiters, at Barrow, at Graves, at Shepherd, at yourself.

But this wasn’t anger anymore. This was something else entirely- something that smelled like Santiago’s cologne, something that tasted like his chapstick, something that looked like his empty casket.

It’s dramatic, and you realize that, but you can’t help but feel it.

Something was happening. Maybe it was Johnny’s close-call with Hassan, maybe it was your separation in Las Almas- whatever it was, you couldn’t help but feel cursed.

You’d sworn off having a partner, not to mention one in the military or even worse, on your team.

You’d already felt that pain once. Discovered what it was like to witness your spouse taken from you right before your eyes, all under your command. To watch your comrades, your friends carry his body for miles and miles as you tried to muffle your breakdown, only to leave all six of them in the desert.

I couldn’t carry them all.

Now you’re in the same situation, you’re losing him all over again and he’s not even dead.

He’s a hall’s length away, napping with a man you so eagerly roped in, a man that was so quick to embrace the two of you in a way you so desperately needed.

He could give the two of you the lives you’d always wanted, he could give you all he has to give.

He could give Johnny everything, something you simultaneously love and absolutely despise him for.

He understands Johnny. Understands him in every way you do and every way you never will.

You push around the food on your tray until it’s practically inedible, picturing the two men peacefully sleeping in your room as you force away the last realization your mind conjures up.

For the first time since Santiago’s death, you were sitting in the mess hall, alone.

Staring at the blinking cursor, you rack your brain on what to reply. The small group chat was mostly empty, save for a few grocery requests, as the three of you almost always communicated in-person or over comms.

Suds: where’d you go bunny? weren’t in the mess