"Dad, put the ravioli down."

Phil looked away from his can of ravioli and over to Dan, who was looking at him cautiously.

"Boi-" Phil began, stopping himself as he eyed the fishtank. He walked over to the tank, reaching in and pulling out the fish, putting it in his ravioli.

"Dad, stop, put the fish down, you'll kill it. Put it back in the tank-"

"Hush boi."

"Dad, it's uncooked- wait, no- what are you doing- get that out of your pocket-"

"I was gonna save it for later... I wanted to play with this at 3am-"

"No, dad." Dan took Phil's ravioli, keeping it out of the other's reach. "Just stop, you baguette-"

"Give. It. Back."

The words sent shivers down Dan's spine, and he found himself handing the ravioli over. "There, dad."

"I should spank you for that... but you'd probably like it. Anyway, now I can live out all my fantasies..."

Dan blushed. "I was gonna say that."

"I know. You're kinky as fuck."

"You're right."

Phil sniffed the ravioli, and Dan turned away for a brief second, spinning back around when he heard:

"Ravioli tastes good."

Dan stared at Phil with wide eyes. "Did you- did you just eat that ravioli-?"

"Yes, boi. It tastes like..."

"What does it taste like?" Dan asked, licking his lips.

"What I imagined your dick would taste like."

"Oh god."

Dan was shook.

"Have a taste," Phil told him.

"No, thank you."

"Boi-"

Dan winced. "Dad, please don't make me-"

Phil get closer, pulling the fish out of the can. "Eat it."

"N- No... please..."

Dan smacked the fish from Phil's hand. It landed in the tank.

"Then eat this ravioli."

"But-"

"If you don't, I'll shove this can up your ass, boi," Phil threatened, yanking Dan's pants down and bending him over the table.

"No, daddy, no!"

"Then. Eat. It... Boi."

Dan gulped and nodded. Phil fed him a bite of ravioli.

It tasted like hamsters.

Dan would know.

He threw up but was fed more. He got used to it, and by the seventh bite, he was moaning.

"Oh daddy, will you fuck me now?"

"Kinky fuck. Make it rhyme with ravioli and maybe I will."

Dan sobbed, before he got an idea.

"Ravioli, ravioli, please fuck me in the assioli?"

"... good enough."

Phil handcuffed Dan's hands behind his back, keeping him bent over the table. Phil rammed into the him then, and Dan cried out.

"Oh my ravioli jesus, dad-"

"Do you like it, boi?"

"Yes, daddy, oh, fuck me harder-"

"Oh, boi, you're so tight."

And suddenly, Phil came.

His couch pulled out, but he didn't.

When Phil did pull out, he realized Dan hadn't finished. He grabbed the can of ravioli and shoved it up Dan's ass like a makeshift dildo. Dan felt his asshole ripping, but he didn't mind. It was for dad, after all.

After about ten minutes of ravioli-filled-ass, Dan came, hard, all over the fish tank.

"Oh, god... daddy..."

"Boi..."

Dan looked at Phil, smiling.

"Let's do that again."

Phil slapped Dan on the ass.

"Hm... 'kay."

-

K what the fuck did I just write.

danisnotnnfire why did I agree to this shit.

It's ur fault... boi.