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Pride and Envy

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Frankie Morales x Female Reader

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Word Count: 14k (did this get away from me? Hell yes. Do I regret it? Hell no.)

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) Jesus, there’s a lot in here

Alcohol consumption, flirting, praise kink, daddy kink, size kink, anal kink, spanking, spitting, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, oral (m and f receiving), male masturbation, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of anal sex and anal play, multiple orgasms, cum play, established relationship, established friendship.

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A/N: Well happy Sintober to me…

Thank you to my amazing beta-readers @phnyx and @fishingforpike 🥹♥️

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“You sure you wanna wear that tonight, babydoll?”

He’s staring at you from behind, watching you dress into your costume. And while you can see his reflection in your floor-length mirror, you turn around to get a better look at him after hearing his words.

“What do you mean?” you ask him, frowning slightly. You then look down, hands smoothing over the delicate fabric. “You don’t like it?”

“Honey,” he drawls, and when you look up, he’s grinning.

Jack walks toward you, holding his arms out and wrapping you in them when he’s close enough. His smile doesn’t fade, purring happily when he hears your giddy giggle, placing a kiss on your cheek before nibbling on your jaw.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to keep my hands off ‘a you while you’re wearin’ that.”

“You can’t keep your hands off me when I’m wearing anything.” laughing, you roll your eyes while he continues to hold you.

Jack was extra excited about tonight, he couldn't wait to see you in this thing. Once the two of you decided on hosting this year’s party, you immediately got to planning your outfits. Once you chose a matching costume set, you presented it to him. And Jack was over the moon with your decision. He always did call you his angel.

To say the least, it was the most revealing costume you’d ever worn for Halloween. You decided on a small, silk nightgown, the smooth fabric a dreamy shade of white. Held up by two thin straps with the neckline diving low, the hem ending a few mere inches past your hips, the outfit showed off far more than what was normal for you. But tonight is different - you just feel so sexy in this. You feel so small and dainty, pretty, perfect, everything Jack always makes you feel. And besides, it’s not like you’re hosting a family gathering. You have every right to look as flirty as you’d like.

Adding to your look is a pair of fluffy white angel wings that, once slid over your arms, sit snugly against your back. And finally, a halo, one attached to a headband that rests comfortably on the top of your head. Simple, but elegant, and oh so pretty.

“You happy with my costume, honey? Is it everything you wanted it to be?” he asks genuinely, taking a step back. You are the one that planned it, after all.

He’s wearing a suit, one he tailored to fit him, of course. If Jack was hosting, he was dressing to impress. And boy did he do that and more. Maroon colors the rich velvet of his outer coat with a black dress shirt underneath. Slacks matching the color of his dress shirt cover his legs, a dark red devil’s tail hanging on the back hook of his belt. He’s also wearing a headband, a black one with red horns on the top. Underneath his headband, his hair is done up quite well, slicked to the side with some hair gel. Jack’s jawline is clean up, cologne dusting his chest and neck making him smell overwhelmingly alluring. And lastly, he’s wearing his shiny, black dress shoes, surprisingly not his cowboy boots. It makes you chuckle; you almost don’t recognize him without them. But altogether, you’re satisfied, more than satisfied with the way he looks.

After looking over his finely-dressed figure, your eyes meet his once again. And this time, you're smirking too.

“You look amazing, baby.” palms on his chest, you lean up for a kiss, once he happily accepts. “I love how our costumes turned out.”

Jack smiles against your lips, reaching around to grip your backside in hand, his fingers slipping beneath the hem.

“You’re tellin’ me.”

Decorations were hung throughout your apartment the night before, neither of you wanting to worry about doing so on the day of. Today, the two of you focused on your costumes, choosing music, and setting out the food. Typical of Jack, he’d ordered a catering business for the spooky get-together. Even though the party wasn’t a huge event, he wanted his guests to be pleased. Besides, there were still quite a few people coming. For Jack, his excitement honestly can’t be contained; he’s been preparing for this day for two weeks. You really married quite the extrovert.

But not everyone was so excited to attend your party.

He thought it was stupid to be so nervous - he was at your wedding for Christ’s sake. And he loves you guys. He’s known Jack for years, decades even, and he’s known you for a while now, too. So, why should he be nervous to see you? You.

Frankie only made the decision last night to come, doing it so last minute that the only thing he had to wear as a costume was his old army uniform. He’s surprised it still fits. Granted, it’s a little tight, but it fits.

“Everything will be fine.” he whispers to himself, taking a breath. For a little crush, this thing has really taken hold of him.

Once the elevator reaches your penthouse, something that makes Frankie roll his eyes whenever he even thinks about the word, he rings the doorbell beside the entryway. Jack did well for himself, anyone who knew him was aware of that. But he showed off his wealth far more than Frankie would if he were in his situation. He sees the vacations Jack takes you on, the clothes he buys you and the restaurants he takes you to. It makes Frankie burn inside; he wishes he could do that for you.

“Frankie! Hi!” your greeting is enthusiastic and wholehearted; you haven’t seen Frankie in months.

“Hey,” Frankie grins, accepting your hug. Though on the inside, his body is on fire with nerves.

He only got a quick peak at your costume but Jesus fuck, you’re an angel? You’re a fucking angel? You look so beautiful like this, so small and fragile. This fits you perfectly; the dress is so smooth, too, he can’t help but run his hands gently along your back.

But before he’s even able to truly enjoy your embrace, Jack appears behind you, a smug smirk on his face.

“Hey Jack,” Frankie nods, breaking your hug.

“Frankie,” he responds, reaching out with his dominant hand. “How you doin’?”

“Good, good.”

While the boys say hi, your eyes roam Frankie’s figure. You’ve never seen him in his army uniform before; you’ve seen Jack in his, but never Frankie. But why would you ever see him in it? It’s not like you had a reason to. Either way, he looks good.

“Come in,” comes your cheerful invitation, stepping aside. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Frankie notices that there are already many people here, some he knows and some he doesn’t. But it’s not hard for him to blend in, he is determined to take his mind off of you.

Everyone here is either a friend of yours or Jack's, all of which both of you know. And to your surprise, your home is more crowded than you expected. But you’re not complaining, and neither is he. In the right setting, you can be just as extroverted as Jack, mingling with every guest you’ve invited and making most of them drinks.

It makes you happy, seeing all of your friends, and each of them in a different costume, too. To your surprise, there isn’t a single duplicate here. Kelsey came as the Scarlet Witch, T and Jess are matching each other as Fred and Daphne from Scooby Doo, Jack’s childhood friend Anthony coming as a cowboy; how typical, you think. But funny, nonetheless.

“Hey Frankie,” you smile, walking over to him. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

There’s music playing and some mood lighting decorating the ceiling of the room, creating a wonderfully comfortable atmosphere. You’re smiling so sweetly, shifting your weight as you tilt your hips, fingers playing with each other in an almost timid fashion. And you’re looking up at him, the kindest expression on your face.

Before Frankie answers, he takes a breath, the smile on his face occurring naturally. He’d already had a few drinks, having been at your party for about two hours now. But since you’re the one asking…

“Um, sure. Yeah.” he nods, shoving his hands into his pockets out of nervous habit.

“Okay, is beer good? We have Coors -”

“Coors is fine,” he answers quickly, wanting to appease you.

You raise an eyebrow at his anxious reaction, releasing a small giggle.

“Okay jumpy. You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Frankie exhales a breath, nodding. “You look nice tonight.”

“Awe, thanks.” you grin, leaning side to side. “I’ll be back.”

“Okay.” Frankie says, releasing a tight breath when you walk away.

He watches you walk all the way across the room, your hips swaying with each step, the muscles in your legs flexing, your small arms moving slightly along your sides. You’re so graceful, he just loves the way you’re built. He’s thought about you before, honestly, so many times. It felt so good to think about you while gripping himself in hand, his other curling into the sheets while he imagined how you’d feel. You’d be soft, wet and warm. The sounds you made in Frankie’s head made him blush, your hair down, your body moving in rhythm with his. The thought of your naked body alone made him nibble on the corner of his lower lip, sighing out a frustrated breath.

He wonders what life would be like if Jack wasn’t in the picture.

“She looks good tonight, doesn’t she?”

Jack’s sudden presence makes Frankie jump, an annoyed breath huffing out of his lungs.

“I… what?”

Drink in hand, Jack points your way, uttering your name before repeating his question, only a little differently this time. “Doesn’t my baby look good in that little dress?”

You may not notice when Frankie stares, but Jack does. He notices every time people stare at you, because it happens often. There were times you’d asked him when out in public if you looked strange or had something on your face, noticing how many people were looking at you. Jack reassured you, chuckling as he’d say, “You’re beautiful, sugar. And I’m not the only one who knows it”. Truly, you stood out, you turned every head in the room. It was strange to you, but to Jack, it was normal. He knew he was lucky to have you.

“She… looks nice.” Frankie decides on, knowing Jack wouldn’t be happy until he got an answer.

Jack lifts his drink to his lips, a wide smirk splayed across them. Both of them watch as you turn, Frankie’s beer now in your hand. You stop to speak to someone, though, and your abrupt halt makes your breasts sway. And ever so slightly, the two men are able to see a hint of your sideboob.

Frankie accidentally releases a sigh, licking his lower lip. And Jack hums quietly, lips still maintaining that shit eating grin.

“They’re soft, ya know.” he tells his friend, taking another sip of his drink.

Frankie turns, eyebrows furrowed. Surely he isn’t talking about your… no. There’s no way your husband would be bragging about how soft your fucking tits are… right?

“What?”

“You see that?” Jack asks, slinking an arm around Frankie’s shoulders as he turns him back in your direction. “That little bit of skin peaking out on the side of her dress?”

“Yeah…” Frankie replies quietly, helplessly. He gulps. What is Jack up to?

“They’re soft,” he drawls, releasing a quick breath. “And so nice to suck on. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve licked them.”

“What are you doing?” Frankie asks, turning to face his friend once again. His quick movement causes Jack to drop his arm from Frankie’s shoulders, but it doesn’t knock the smugness from his face.

“I’m givin’ you a gift.” Jack expresses, raising his brows. “I see how you look at her; don’t you wanna know what she feels like?”

“I…”

“What she looks like under there? Because I’m tellin’ you Frank…” Jack sighs, eyes looking further behind him. “You’ll find heaven under that dress.”

“Jack, that’s your wife. I’d never -”

“What? Eye-fuck her like I’m not standin’ in the same room?” Jack interrupts, one brow raised in question.

This shuts Frankie right up. Immediately, his cheeks burn bright red, and he can no longer hide his embarrassment. Was he really being that obvious?

“It’s clear to me that just because she’s my wife, that doesn’t stop you from lookin’ at her differently.”

“Jack, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t want you to…”

This time, Jack waits for a response. He doesn’t interrupt with some cocky or brazen remark, he just waits. And the longer he waits, the brighter Frankie’s face becomes.

Your husband saw every single one of Frankie’s glances tonight. Call it dumb luck, but he just so happened to be near him almost every time. He saw Frankie watching you talk to others, making your friends drinks and dancing here and there around the room. He’d smile when you smiled, he’d laugh quietly when you laughed, he mirrored you. He mirrored your every move. And if Jack’s job taught him anything, it was how to read people like an open book.

“Tell me this,” Jack says in the absence of Frankie’s response. “You find my wife attractive?”

Frankie swallows. But Jack just shrugs.

“Be honest with me.”

And then he sighs, looking down, then over to you, and back to your husband. “Yeah,” he eventually responds with a hesitant nod.

“And how could you not?” there it is, that returning grin. “She’s an angel from above, ain’t she?”

“Yeah, and you sure are the fucking devil.” It's a joke, but Frankie’s jealousy shows through. It only makes Jack laugh.

“Hey baby,” you smile, walking over to them.

“Hey sugar,” Jack returns brightly, wrapping an arm around your lower back when you’re close enough to him.

“Here you go, Frankie.” you offer him the drink, which Frankie immediately takes.

Jesus, Jack thinks, rolling his eyes at Frankie’s eager compliance. Guess he really does have it bad for my girl.

“How’re you doing, babe?” you then ask, turning your head to look up at Jack.

And he smiles, the hand holding his drink rising to your face. With his pointer finger placed beneath your chin, he answers with, “I’m doin’ just fine, baby.”

You don’t notice it, not at first, anyway, but Jack’s eyes quickly dart over to Frankie before saying, “Gimme a kiss, sugar.”

As if you’d ever say no, you rise to your tippy-toes, kissing your husband’s beautifully full lips. Little do you know Jack’s heart isn’t the only one beating out of its chest.

“You okay, Frankie?” it’s a genuine question, a small frown on your face as you analyze his uneasy expression.

“Yeah, he’s alright.” Jack waves a hand at him before he can answer, a half-smirk on his face. “We were just talkin’ about you, is all.”

“Oh yeah?” you reply, clearly amused. “What were you saying?”

Frankie’s eyes narrow as Jack opens his mouth to speak. What the hell is this asshole about to say?

“Just about how pretty you look tonight.”

Frankie breathes out a sigh of relief.

“Frankie thinks you look pretty, too.” he says it like it’s his dirty little secret, and honestly, it is. He’s never, ever talked about this with anyone, let alone the two of you.

“Awe, thanks.” you smirk, looking over at your friend. “That’s sweet of you Frankie.”

And he thinks he’s in the clear until your husband starts talking again.

“Not just tonight though, darlin’. He thinks you look pretty every night.”

Your eyes go from Frankie to Jack, and then back to Frank.

“Oh…”

“And I bet you, Frankie thinks he can treat you better than I do.”

“Jack, shut up.” he finally pipes up, Frankie’s lips holding a tight, straight line.

But he only smirks. “You wanna see how I treat her, Frank? See if you could keep up?”

You’re in complete shock; Jack never talked to anyone this way. What the hell happened between the two of them before you came back?

At this point, Frankie’s angry, but he doesn’t want you to see it. And he doesn’t want to give Jack the satisfaction of knowing he got the better of him. But he can’t help it. He’s staring daggers at your husband, and Jack is withholding Frankie’s anger quite gracefully. He’s unphased by it, truly.

“Okay,” you only speak after a few moments of silence have gone by. “What is happening?”

“Frankie likes you, sweetheart. Thinks you’re somethin’ special. He’s been watching you walk around in your little angel costume all night.”

Now you’re blushing, too.

“How would you feel about letting Frankie see more of you, sweet pea?”

Your head whips to the side, staring up at Jack in disbelief.

“Baby, are you drunk?” you laugh anxiously, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Not at all honey, maybe a little buzzed, but that’s all.”

“Then why are you saying all of this?” you ask, not necessarily offended, but incredibly curious.

Jack shrugs, pulling you even closer to him. “You know I like to show you off.” And then, he looks over at Frankie, who’s still as tight-lipped as ever. “Especially when I see another man eyein’ you.”

Bashfully, you glance over at Jack’s old military companion.

“C’mon sugar, you’re just so pretty…” he leans in, whispering to you, “Let daddy show you off to Frankie, hm? Show him what a beautiful thing I’ve got beside me…”

Slowly, the arm Jack had around your back retracts, his hand lowering to your ass. He cups one cheek gently, and it makes the place between your legs stir. When he leans back a bit, he kisses your cheek, still smirking fully. And then you look up at him, a soft grin pushing up on your cheeks.

You’re unsure of this, incredibly so, but Jack’s praise always made you feel like you were high, like you were under some kind of magical spell. He made you feel so beautiful, so perfect, no matter where you were or what you did. Before him, you had confidence, sure, but that didn’t even touch the ego you have now. And that’s all because of him. And above all, you trust him.

But in Frankie’s mind, he’s having a hard time understanding what the fuck is going on. Is this actually fucking happening?

Jack releases a contented sigh, gazing into your eyes with wholehearted adoration and love.

“But I won’t let him touch you.” he coos, his pointer finger caressing the space beneath your chin. “Nobody touches you but me.”

You release a breath of amazement, of absolute awe. You’re captivated by him. And Jack smiles at this, his deep eyes scanning your heavenly face before turning to Frankie once again.

“What do you say, Frank? You wanna see how I handle her?”

Oh Jesus fuck, it takes everything in you not to moan at those words. Jack could be so fucking dominant and possessive when it came to you, and you fawned over it every single time. And when Frankie releases a quick and heavy breath, you look over at him. And it’s clear that Jack’s riled him up.

Is this a test? Frankie thinks to himself, is this going to ruin our friendship? Is Jack mad?

“Tell you what,” Jack intervenes once again. “You let us know by the end of the night if you’re interested in seein’ how my little girl reacts to me. If not, no worries. You’ll be the only one missin’ out.” Jack winks at his friend, taking another swig from his glass.

“C’mon, babycakes.” he then says, giving your backside two pats. “Let’s go get another drink.”

Frankie was left there with his mouth open like a fish, willing himself to say something, anything - to just make a goddamn move. But before he knows it, your conversation has ended, and the two of you are walking away from him.

The hours pass agonizingly slow, at least for him. You and Jack couldn’t be having more fun with your guests. Every now and then shots are passed around, small crowds gathering in the living room to play cards while others eat and listen to music. There’s also a space in the corner of your large living room where your guests can take pictures in their costumes. There’s a black backdrop on the wall decorated in fake spider webs that cover orange and purple string lights. In front of the set up is a timed camera, which everyone is more than welcome to use to take as many pictures as they’d like. You and your friends take more than what you’d expect, the lot of you moving into multiple poses while you laugh. Honestly, it feels like you’re in college all over again. You’ll have to host the party next year, too, this has been too fun not to.

While you’re busy dancing, and Jack’s busy socializing, Frankie’s still stuck in his head. He’s been invited to… what, exactly? Watch the two of you… be intimate together? While he… watches? Is that really the opportunity he’s been given? He doesn’t care about seeing Jack naked, he has many times before during their days in the military. Granted, they were both in better shape back then. Something Frankie would never admit to was that he was envious of Jack for more than one reason. Not only did he have you, but he seemed to keep himself in shape, too; better shape than Frankie had over the years. He chalks it up to their different lifestyles, which is true, but still, Frankie couldn’t help the feelings brewing inside of him.

And then something pops into his head, this would be his chance to see you, all of you. He’d get to see you naked for the first time, and possibly the only time. Maybe he should take this chance.

“You think you’d like that, honey?” Jack asks, briefly pulling you aside.

You smirk bashfully. “Maybe…”

“Yeah? You like the sound of daddy showin’ you off?”

Glancing down before looking back up, you nod.

“You make me feel safe, baby.”

“That’s my job, sweetheart.” he smiles, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. But then his expression grows a little stern, a little dark. “And I won’t let him touch you; I won’t let anyone touch you.”

“Okay, daddy.” you nod in response. It’s so easy for him to bring out the submissiveness within you.

Across the room, Frankie can see the two of you talking. It’s not hard for him to realize what you’re talking about. With a deep breath, his eyes roaming your slightly covered figure, he finally makes his decision. It’s around eleven at night when he allows the weight of Jack’s offer to be lifted from his shoulders. He’s still nervous about it, but he’s confident with his choice.

The more guests that leave, the more anxious you get. You’re both intrigued and timid; you trust Jack, and you trust Frankie. It’s just… you’ve never done anything like this before, and you never imagined you’d do something like this in your marriage. But it’s not exactly a threesome, you know Jack won’t let Frankie touch you. And while you are attracted to Frankie, you’re thankful Jack will protect you, make you feel comfortable and safe; he’ll make sure you have fun.

While pondering the possibility of Jack’s offer, you can’t help but consider your husband’s cockiness. He takes such pride in your relationship, in you, he just can’t help himself sometimes. And tonight was one of those times. It made you chuckle, thinking back to his words. Now that you know how Frankie feels about you, it’s clear Jack did all of that to rile him up. You love Jack more than life itself, but there’s no denying that he could be quite the cocky bastard.

“You ready to turn in, babycakes?” Jack asks with a grin, quickly giving your backside a grab.

By now, it’s past midnight, and most of your guests are leaving. Whether or not Frankie chooses to watch, tonight was going to be a fun night for sure. The excitement certainly didn’t end when the party did.

“Yeah,” you nod, your hips and lower belly already tingling with arousal.

“You look so goddamn cute in this,” Jack mumbles to you, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek. “My little angel.”

You huff out a small laugh, playfully rolling your eyes even though his words make your cheeks warm. And since Frankie hasn’t come up to either of you, Jack moves his hand to your lower back, now guiding you down the hall to your bedroom door. He wanted to have you wait for him on your shared bed, ready for him to come and undress you. Something about that was so exciting; it really displayed his dominance.

“I’ll be back, baby. Just gonna see everyone out.” he tells you, cupping your cheek to give you a kiss. And you moan into it, more than ready for this portion of your night to begin.

“Okay, baby.”

With your sweet goodbye and your mirroring grins, he shuts the door, turning to walk back into the open space of your kitchen and living room. And to his surprise, Frankie is the only guest left. Stopping at the end of the hall, crossing his arms smugly while leaning against the wall, he stares at his longtime friend. And if Frankie wasn’t already nervous, he sure as hell is now under your husband’s gaze. Timidly, Frankie stuffs his hands into his pockets, briefly glancing down at the floor as he approaches the party’s host.

“I thought about your offer.” he says, clearing his throat as he looks up to address his friend. “She… she’s comfortable with it, too?”

“Yeah Frank, ‘course she is. I wouldn’t ever have her do something that made her uncomfortable.” Jack shrugs, reassuring him. “That’s my girl.”

Even in your absence, Jack’s love for you never ceases to shine through. You’re the most important thing in his life, the best thing in his life. And to top it all off, you’re his, promised to him forever.

“Okay,” he nods, his voice still quiet, shy. “Then… yeah. I’ll do it.”

“Yeah?” Jack responds, an eyebrow raised and his grin grows even wider on his face. He knew Frankie was crazy about you.

“Yeah.” Frankie replies, more confidently this time. “Where uh… where is she?”

Jack jerks his head to the side, the look on his face cockier than ever. “In our bedroom, waitin’ for me.”

For some reason, the image of you waiting patiently for Jack while laid out on your bed makes him hot. And he’s about to see that first hand.

Following Jack down the hall, he stops at the very end, hand reaching out to grab the doorknob of the room to his right. Opening it slowly, Frankie is met with the perfectly clean and organized sight of your bedroom. It’s a dark and modern style, your bed centered against the right wall toward the back of the room. And when both men walk inside, you sit up on your bed. You’d been laying back on your pillows, playing with the sentimental gift Jack placed on your finger.

“Frankie…”

“We got a visitor, honey.” Jack says lowly, turning to shut the bedroom door.

You gulp, smiling bashfully. Immediately, your cheeks burn with anxious anticipation. Leaning back on your palms, you cross your legs, tilting your head to the side flirtatiously as Jack approaches you. He leans down, his presence easing you onto your back as he places his own palms on either side of you atop the bed.

“You still okay with this, darlin’?” he asks you quietly, nudging his nose lightly with yours.

Reaching up, you cup his cheek, gently stroking his barely-there stubble. You look into those deep, dark eyes, full of love and desire, and you nod. “Yes, daddy.” But it’s so quiet, Frankie doesn’t hear it. Not yet.

“Hm…” it’s more of a growl than a groan, Jack’s smile unwavering on his lips.

Looking over his shoulder, he nods toward his friend. “Make yourself comfortable, Frank. We’ll do the same.”

He ends his sentence with a quick wink, immediately returning his attention to you. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you’re already breathless beneath him. And it doesn’t help when he starts to kiss you.

On the other side of the room, Frankie’s fists open and close, his palms a little sweaty as he starts to turn into a nervous wreck. He can do this, though, he wants to do this. He’s just… he’s never done anything close to this, not in his entire life.

When Jack moves down to your neck, your fingers carding through his beautiful, mocha-toned hair, you look over at Frankie, noticing that he’s still standing near the door to your room.

“Frankie,” you say softly, letting out a small gasp when Jack’s hips start rolling into you. “It’s okay. We trust you.”

Your words are genuine and so is your reassuring nod, your kind smile and entire demeanor helping him to relax. Looking up, he sees a couple of chairs in the corner of your room with a coffee table between them. He takes a breath, clears his throat quietly, and walks over to them. And once you see Frankie relax a bit, you return your attention to Jack.

“Baby,” Jack moans, completely enthralled by you. His hands reach down, shoving themselves between the bed and your body to grab your ass. “You looked so pretty tonight.”

“Yeah, baby? You liked seeing me all dressed up as an angel?” you coo to him, feeling his teeth drag across your skin.

“Fuck yeah I did,” he growls against you, licking the marks he’s currently making. “Your little body wrapped up in this dress… take it off for me, baby. Wanna see what’s underneath.”

And Frankie does, too. When he hears Jack say this, he sits up a little higher, obviously interested in what you’re about to do. He watches you sit up, Jack leaning back a bit as he slides your angel wings off of your body. Placing them beside you, he then removes your headband, giving you sweet kisses all over your face that make you giggle. Your love is genuine, sweet.

Jack’s hands then fall to the end of your pearlescent gown, watching as you wiggle your hips up a bit so he can lift it off. And once it’s gone, all you’re left in is your white thong. You chose not to wear a bra tonight, and both men are thankful for that. It’s the reason they got to eye the side of your tits throughout the night.

“Fuck me…” Jack groans, hands rising to paw at your chest.

He pushes them together, Frankie’s jaw dropping when he watches Jack’s thumbs rub over your nipples.

“Mm…” he moans almost silently from the corner of your room.

Leaning in, Jack brushes his lips over your hardened peaks, smiling before taking one in his mouth. Your beautiful body arches up into his touch, the fingers that were once petting at his hair now tightening their grip. And Jack gropes you fervently, moaning while he sucks on your nipple before switching to the other. He laps at them, makes them wet and shiny before breathing out a heavy sigh.

“Jesus sweetheart, look at you… look at your scrumptious little body.” he squeezes you so hard it makes you whine, and when you do, he loosens his hold.

And Frankie sighs. Jack was right, they do look soft. Fuck, he wishes he could touch them, grab them and lick them like Jack does. He’d make it so good for you, swirl his tongue around your nipples, nibble on your sensitive flesh…

Rising to your face, Jack’s expression grows a little stern, focused. And under his breath, he says, “Baby… daddy wants to eat your pussy.”

“Mm,” you whimper, hands sliding down to hold his handsome face. And Frankie’s so focused on you that he barely hears Jack utter that special word.

“Will you let me do that, baby?” he asks so sweetly, his voice low yet soft. His eyes dip down to your mouth, your lips parted ever so slightly. And lowering himself just by an inch, he opens his own mouth, his tongue running softly across your lower lip.

By now, you’ve completely forgotten that Frankie is even in the room, and you’re almost entirely naked in front of him. And in his chair, he has what he considers to be the perfect view. He can see some of your face, your bare tits, can hear your sweet moans and witness every movement of your mesmerizing body. He’s already hard and throbbing, his erection fully rising when he saw your naked chest.

“Yes, daddy.”

Did she just… no. She must’ve said something else.

Jack grins, thumb pulling lightly on your bottom lip before he begins kissing his way down to your sex. His wonderfully full lips trail down your body, licking the valley of your cleavage, kissing your stomach and ribs, nibbling on the skin of your hips. When he’s low enough, he steps back off the bed, his hands and mouth not once leaving your skin. His hands then find your ankles, gripping them tight as he pulls you to the end of the bed.

“Oh!” comes your startled yelp, a lungful of air inhaled shortly after.

Your surprised vocalization makes your lover grin, kissing your inner thighs as you spread your legs for him. Jack’s eyes are closed while he worships you, and Frankie leans forward when he sees him start to pull your panties down. Resting back on your forearms, you can see everything he’s doing, his thick fingers dragging away the last garment that dared to hide your body from him.

“Jesus…” he murmurs, dropping your panties on the ground beside him. He then leans in, warm palms sliding up your thighs as you situate yourself on the edge of the bed for him. “Baby, your pussy looks so cute when it’s all smooth and shaven…”

This makes Frankie bite down into his lower lip, desperately trying to paint the picture of your wet, hairless sex. But then, to both yours and Frankie’s surprise, Jack looks up.

“Frank,”

“W-What?” Frankie stutters in response, eyes darting from your naked pussy to the owner of it.

Jack’s lips form a half-grin as he jerks his head to the side, his fingers digging into your thighs. “Come take a look.”

When he says this, you whimper, making his head turn right back around to look at you.

“What, baby? You don’t want him to see?”

Face a neck running hot and heart beating out of your chest, you whisper shyly in return. “I do…”

And it’s the truth; this situation is exciting you to no fucking end.

But Jack raises an eyebrow when you say this, his voice now dropping an octave or two. “Now…” he begins, tilting his head slightly at you. “I thought I taught you how to use your words.”

His sentence makes you swallow nervously, your eyes turning soft and puppy-like. You want to please him. So, taking a breath, you give into him.

“I… I want Frankie to see my pussy.”

“Oh, fuck.” Frankie curses when you say it, unable to believe those words just left your mouth.

Quietly, Jack murmurs a soft good girl while kissing your thigh before addressing the other man in the room.

“You heard her.” Jack says smugly, looking back over at his friend. “Come see.”

He’s almost unwilling to believe that this is happening. He never would’ve thought either of you would let him do this. And it was a sober decision, one that was considered for multiple hours. You want this, all of you do.

Hesitantly, Frankie stands, unsure if he should be too proud in showing off his erection. But he shouldn’t care, both of you know how turned on he is.

“Oh…”

“Ain’t she a pretty thing?” Jack sighs, Frankie now kneeling beside him.

You can’t help but gasp, desperately trying to control your breaths. This is all so new and erotic to you, showing yourself to another man while being with Jack. And you can’t believe he’s this proud, going to such an incredible length to show one of his closest friends how gorgeous you really are.

You’re everything Frankie dreamed you would be; your body is perfect to him. His eyes roam your figure briefly before returning to the space between your spread legs, and he moans when he sees you fluttering. Ever so slightly, a small ounce of clear liquid drips from your lips, Jack’s pointer finger swooping in quickly to scoop it up. But he doesn’t take it into his mouth, he returns it to your entrance, slowly pushing his finger in.

“Baby…” you whine shakily, head falling back on the bed.

“Yeah…” Jack sighs, content when his finger is entirely inside you. “So good for me, honey.”

When your husband retracts his finger from your sex, he returns it to your warm walls at an incredibly languid pace. He does this repeatedly, the slow movement of his thick digit stoking the flame of your arousal.

Frankie wonders what you feel like; he’d do anything to have any part of him inside you. But before he can continue on with his dirty thoughts, your girlish wail pulls him right back to the present.

“Daddy,” you moan passionately, hips jerking when his finger curls. It makes him smile, watching you react to him. Your excitement has risen so high that you’re clutching the bedsheets in both hands, back curving slightly as he pumps his finger into you.

Daddy? She just fucking called Jack daddy?

“Jesus Christ…” Frankie huffs out. So he was right. Turning to Jack, he asks incredulously, “Does she always call you that?”

Leaning in, Jack kisses your inner thigh, those dark, predatory eyes flickering up to the other man’s.

“Always.”

“Fuck me…”

“Oh baby,” Jack then moans, his voice deep and rich. “You hear that? You hear how creamy you are for me?” His voice is sweet, passionate.

“Yes, daddy.” you whine, nodding your head with your eyes fluttering shut. “Yes…”

“You want daddy’s tongue?”

“Yes! Yes daddy, please, yes.”

“Sh…” he coos to you. “You don’t have to beg for me, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you.”

Strangely, Frankie’s emotions confuse him. Because… Jack’s words are turning him on, too. He’s loving your dialogue, hearing how descriptive and amorous the two of you are with one another.

Frankie never knew you had a daddy kink, why would he? But he finds it incredibly fucking hot. He’d melt into a puddle if you called him daddy. An incredible pulse rocked through him when heard you call Jack that the first time, and that throbbing sensation doesn’t go away. It only heightens every time you say it.

By now, Jack’s added a second finger, and you’re all but crying out for him, your hips moving with his pace. Frankie groans again, his breathing now heavy and deep. Both men are concentrated on your delicate center, watching more of your liquid coat your husband’s hand.

Your feet are resting on Jack’s shoulders, giving both of them the perfect view to see you. And amidst it all, Frankie gets caught up in his inner feelings. Leaning forward, Frankie allows himself to see more of you, now throbbing painfully in his pants. And without even really realizing he’s doing it, he turns his head, moving to kiss your calf.

Jack notices, and reaches up to the back of your knee. Angrily, he shoves your leg down, instantly moving it away from Frankie’s face. His stare is intimidating, his voice stern and deep.

“Don’t touch her, Francisco.”

And fuck, Frankie nearly whines. His forehead crinkles innocently, those puppy dog eyes moving away from Jack’s gaze as they return to you.

Inside, you’re buzzing. Jack’s words, his dominant and possessive nature, they make you moan for him. A shiver runs up through your legs when you hear what he says next, too.

“You can watch,” Jack mumbles, biting into your sweet flesh. “But you don’t get to touch.”

“Daddy, please.” Reaching out for him, you beg, beg for him to fulfill his promise.

“That’s right…” he drawls teasingly. “I said I would give you my tongue, didn’t I?”

“Yes,” you whine in response, feeling frustrated with your arousal burning hot.

“You’re right, baby…” he coos, his lips leaving your thigh so he can lean into you. “Daddy’ll keep his promise.”

That’s the last thing he says before his tongue lays out over your clit, making your entire body jolt. The pressure is just right, the skilled muscle feeling hot and wet as it rubs against you. He circles your sensitive pearl with the tip of it, his fingers continuing to bring you bliss. And you roll your hips against him, urging him to bring his face even closer to your sex. As always, Jack complies, shoving his mouth over your clit and sucking it inside.

“Fuck…” your fingers dig into his hair, nails scraping across his scalp as you pull on the thick strands.

He suckles on you like this, eyes closed as he hums in contentment. And Frankie watches with intent, picturing him in Jack’s position the entire time. This is perfect, fucking crazy, but perfect. It’s like he’s finally watching the porn he’s been dreaming about since the day he met you. He’s watching your naked body writhe beneath him, watching your pretty mouth open as you moan and whine, watching your wet cunt be fucked full on what he imagines to be his fingers, all while listening to the squishy-sweet sounds of your sex as it repeatedly sucks his digits inside.

“Ugh,” Jack groans, removing his fingers from you entirely. “Spread it open for me baby,” he demands breathlessly. “Let daddy lick inside.”

Reluctantly, you untangle your fingers from his hair. You feel that same heat of shame crawl up your neck again, now touching yourself in front of someone you and your husband consider to be a friend.

“Spread it open for me, sweet pea,” Jack says again, his voice displaying his fully mesmerized state. “Let daddy lick inside…”

You do as you’re told, hands sliding down until they land on your fluttering center. Gently, you spread your lips for him, sighing out as you do so and shivering at the sensation of your own touch.

“Yeah…” Jack licks his lips, unable to tear his eyes away from you. “It’s so wet for me.”

Both Jack and Frankie can see you glistening, clearly turned on by the brazenness of it all. Who would’ve guessed?

The wet slide of your husband’s tongue is lewd as he laps at you, diving directly inside your warm cunt. It makes you moan, makes Frankie moan, and Jack’s body is exploding with pride. He knows how aroused Frankie is, and he loved calling him out on his shit. Too bad the woman Frankie wants more than anything in the world belongs to him.

“Oh my g-od,” you cry out desperately, your shrill voice music to their ears.

Your jaw is dropped, the sensation of Jack’s fervent tongue sliding along your delicate skin making your hands shake with bliss. And he doesn’t even have to ask, he knows you won’t last long with him eating you out like this. He knew how to bring you your high, knew all the right buttons to press, all the right moves to do. And why not show that knowledge off while Frankie gets to watch?

“D-Daddy, I’m… yes…”

Frankie’s eyes shoot up when you say this. Goddamn, is she going to cum already?

Your shrill whine answers his question, those warm brown eyes staring at you in awe. Jack groans against you, sliding his dominant hand around to your lower stomach so he can hold you down. He presses himself further into you, rubbing his nose over your clit and feeling your hips buck up against his face while your slick washes over his tongue.

“Oh my god,” Frankie groans, licking his lower lip as his voice grows a bit hoarse. Subconsciously, he reaches down to palm himself, squeezing his erection through his pants.

It explodes from within you, the flame that was burning bright in your belly now rising to its full height. Your entire body feels light, euphoria and adrenaline flowing through your veins to create something entirely otherworldly, something truly ethereal.

“Baby,” Jack mumbles against you, still rubbing his lips and tongue over your core. “Taste so fuckin’ good. You know that, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” you nod, chest heaving as you do your best to catch your breath. “Yes daddy.” your answer is genuine; Jack always looked at you like you hung the moon, like you’re the only thing that matters in life. And he made you feel like it, too.

With that, Jack lifts himself, crawling over your smaller body. “You’re so good for me.”

It wasn’t just a line with Jack, he truly meant it. The way you tasted made his head spin; it excited him beyond reason to have your thighs around his head, to lave his tongue and mouth over your most intimate space.

Jack grabs your face, yanking your chin down as he slides his tongue directly into your mouth. Your muffled moan makes Frankie’s eyes roll back, a rough sigh coming from his chest. And through it all, Frankie realizes that you’re entirely naked while Jack is still dressed, while he’s still dressed, too. And honestly, that’s so fucking hot to him, to have you be the very center of attention in this room.

By now, Frankie’s actions are shameless. He hasn’t pulled himself out but he’s rubbing his palm over his pants. He grips himself in hand, squeezing his shaft while he moans. And while Jack continues kissing you, Frankie looks down, just barely able to see your slippery lips. He thinks back to what Jack said; Jesus, he’d give anything to taste you.

Jack turns his head when he hears Frankie whine. He’s really gettin’ into this. After pondering his next thought, Jack moves off of the bed.

“Baby?” you ask, pouting slightly as you lean up to look at him. You loved to taste yourself on his tongue.

He sighs, hands falling to his belt as he begins to undress. And when you realize what he’s doing, you release an excited sigh. But while you’re staring at Jack, Frankie’s staring at you. You’re still dripping, your sex even more wet now that Jack’s spit is all over it.

“Honey,” Jack says, gently shaking his head. He then licks his lips, lifting his dominant hand and swiping his thumb across his chin to gather your slick. Your lips part in awe as he keeps your gaze, popping his thumb into his mouth. “You taste so sweet…”

“Daddy…” your sigh is released from your chest, the movement dramatic and airy.

And then he grunts softly, hands returning to his belt along with his gaze. “Give Frankie a taste, will you, sweetheart?”

At this, your jaw fully drops, a look of shock washing over your face. Is he about to let Frankie eat me out?

Frankie’s head whips around upon hearing Jack’s words, just as surprised as you. Jack slips off his dark red jacket, now moving to unbutton his dress shirt while his pants remain open. And when he doesn’t hear either of you move, he looks up.

He grins. “Just like daddy did, sweetheart, just a second ago.”

Looking directly into your eyes, Jack slips off his dress shirt, now shirtless in only his pants. He moves toward you, cupping your face with both hands when he’s close enough to.

“I want you to put a finger in your pretty little pussy, and when you take it out, I want you to offer it to Frankie.”

Your head doesn't move in his hold, but your eyes do. They flicker over to Frankie, who’s looking at you with incredible desperation. He has a hand on his crotch, and this is the first time you’re seeing him touch himself. It makes your body run hot.

Jack turns your face with one hand, putting his cheek right against yours as the two of you look at your friend.

“See him, baby? Can’t you see how desperate he is for you? I told you, he wants you, baby doll.” and then he turns his head, pressing his nose and lips against your skin as his voice lowers once again. “Give him a taste of your sweet little pussy, and let him know that’s the most of you he’ll ever get.”

A small gasp slips out, having looked into Frankie’s eyes the entire time your husband spoke to you. Your chest inhales a deep, shaky breath. And Frankie’s does, too.

“Okay, daddy.” you finally nod, licking your lower lip.

“That’s a good girl, baby.” he smiles against you, giving your cheek a sloppy kiss before he steps back.

This time, Jack watches, slipping his belt out of its loops when you move a hand down to your core. Eagerly, Frankie shuffles closer. He’s blinded by you, by his want for you, blinded by the sensations you bring his body without even laying a fucking finger on him.

“Oh…” Frankie whimpers, eyes dropping to where your finger is.

Shamelessly, he palms himself, watching intently as you slide a single digit inside. And you whine when you do it, quietly, just barely. But they notice, of course they notice.

“Frankie?” it’s said timidly, just as you’re pulling your finger out of your sex. And Frankie can see how wet it is, can see it glistening with the arousal Jack pulled from your core.

“Oh, fuck me…” he doesn’t even care anymore, he feels high, the entire situation making his body buzz with arousal and anticipation.

“Yeah, baby.” Jack praises, now only in his boxers. “You’re bein’ so nice to him.”

“Mm…” you moan, both from Jack’s words and the eager motion of Frankie shuffling closer to you.

Nibbling on your lower lip, you offer it to him, tilting your head slightly. And before he takes it, he sighs roughly, shaking his head before looking into your eyes. “Thank you.”

“Oh,” his gratefulness makes you sigh; he’s such a sweetie.

Right after that last word, Frankie’s mouth envelopes your finger. Immediately, his eyes close, his throat releasing an almost painful groan. His muscles shake slightly, tongue swirling around your small finger.

“What d’you think, Frank?” Jack asks, that smug expression written all over his face. “Did I lie?”

“Mm-mm,” Frankie shakes his head, not bothering to open his eyes or remove himself from your finger to respond.

“He loves it, baby…” you whisper in awe, moving your finger further into his mouth while he whines. Frankie hasn’t stopped touching himself either, gripping his leaking erection while he sucks your cum off of your finger.

“I told you he would, sugar.”

Walking back to join you in bed, Jack grabs your wrist, easily pulling your hand away from Frankie. And when he does, the man on his knees looks up at your husband, heaving out desperate breaths. “You enjoy yourself?” Jack asks, almost angrily.

“Fuck yes.” Frankie breathes out, staring up at your beloved. And to you, seeing Jack like this is beyond sexy; he looks so strong and controlling.

“I’m glad,” Jack responds, turning his head to kiss your palm, “Because that’s all you’ll ever get.”

And if that’s true, Frankie’s thankful he savored you. Jack was right, you are sweet; fuck, he can’t beleive he got to taste your pussy, taste your cum. He also can’t believe he didn’t wreck his pants when he did it.

“Oh,” he moans quietly, watching you move onto all fours.

“You know what’s comin’, don’t you, baby doll?” Jack grins proudly at you.

You nod eagerly, smiling from ear to ear. Reluctantly, Frankie moves back, watching as Jack fully undresses. And now that you’re both naked, he feels comfortable pulling himself out. Quickly, he returns to his seat, unzipping his pants to release his erection from the tight confines of his uniform.

Frankie had reason to be jealous of Jack’s body, he was more fit than him. Again, different lifestyles, but fuck, did it get to him. Not only was Jack’s arms more muscular than his, his stomach was more toned, too, an area Frankie was particularly insecure about. How does he still look so fucking good at this age? What really gets him is Jack’s cock. Jesus Christ, Frankie rolls his eyes. I guess that fucker has reason to be cocky.

Eventually, Frankie’s focus returns to you. With you on your hands and knees like this, he’s in the perfect position to see your entire ass and pussy. And fuck, did Frankie love your ass. It’s so perfect, so round and it looks so soft. Maybe he’ll get a peak at your little hole, too.

“You gonna be good for daddy?” Jack asks, grabbing onto his base.

“Mhm, yes.” your answer is expected, but it still makes him happy.

“What do you want, sugar?” Jack then inquires, stroking himself mere inches from your lips.

“I want to make you happy, daddy.”

Jack looks amazing like this, standing before you in his full form, his entire body on display for you. Even though you saw him like this nearly every day, it was always such a treat.

“Awe,” he coos happily, reaching down to grab your chin. Gently, he tilts your head up to look at him - you’d been admiring his stomach and chest.

“Daddy’s happy when he fucks your pretty face.”

Oh my god, Frankie’s eyes roll back. How is Jack’s dirty talk so fucking good?

“Mm…” comes your muffled moan, already allowing in Jack’s tip.

Frankie’s glad he finally freed himself; he’s leaking so much he doesn’t need anything for lube. His tip is crimson and throbbing, aching, and all for you.

“Yeah…” Jack sighs, one hand on the back of your head as he watches you take him. And as you do, you bend down, arching your back. You do this so Jack can see your body better, not even considering the fact that you’re doing the same thing for Frankie.

“Jesus, honey.” huffing out a quick breath, Jack’s head snaps back down, both of the men moaning as they hear you choke. “Fuck.”

He tries to go slow, running his fist up and down and just barely teasing his tip. He doesn’t know how long this will last, but he wants to, he wants to last long enough to see this entire act.

“Baby, baby,” Jack pants above you, watching your sweet, innocent eyes look up at him while you hold his cock in your mouth. “C’mere angel, let daddy give you some spit.”

Immediately, you lean up, your insides tingling.

Wait, what? What is he doing? Frankie’s eyes narrow, trying to see what’s happening. He also wonders, does he call her that all the time? Or just because it was her costume tonight?

Now on your knees, Jack holds your face in both of his hands. He hums happily, lowly, thumbs swiping gently across your cheeks.

“Are you my sweet girl?” he whispers quietly, looking deeply into your eyes. “My sweet girl who does whatever I say? Whatever I please?”

“Oh, yes daddy. Yes I am.”

Hearing Jack speak to you like this never ceased to set your body alight. You already came once, but you’re ready to do so all over again.

“You’re so good, babycakes…” he smirks, staring down at your perfect lips now. “Open your mouth for me.”

Instantly, you comply, watching as your lover leans down to spit into your mouth. It’s a soft, slow drip, Jack’s plush lips pursing just above your open mouth.

Frankie’s jaw drops in disbelief as he groans. Holy fuck, does she always do this for him?

And while keeping your mouth open for him, you moan wantonly, forcing another surge of precum to drip from Frankie’s tip. Upon hearing your moan, Jack’s erection throbs, his brows folding up in the center as he releases a soft moan.

Keeping it on your tongue, you lower yourself back down, swirling the wet muscle around his tip before you engulf him fully again. Lazily, Jack’s hips rock forward, pushing himself in and out of your mouth. Both of his hands rest on your head, petting your hair lovingly. He then closes his eyes, head falling back as you moan around him.

Jesus, Frankie can only imagine what it’d be like to be Jack right now. He thinks about how velvety warm your mouth is, how amazing it feels to have you moan around him, to shove his cock into your throat and feel it suck him further down.

“Fuck,”

Jack chuckles; he’ll never let up with this. And after tonight, he’ll never let Frankie live this down.

“Fuck Frank, she’s so good at it,” he drops his head again, watching your mouth move over him. She takes it so deep, too…”

Jack’s praise serves two meanings, to express his gratitude for you, and to stir the jealousy roaring fiercely inside Frankie’s belly.

“I bet she does…” Frankie gets a little bold, tugging at himself much harder now. “Lucky fucking bastard.”

Another chuckle huffs out from Jack’s chest. But he keeps his eyes on you. “You’re tellin’ me…”

He takes this opportunity to tighten his grip on your head, forcing his cock down your throat. It makes you gasp and choke, sputtering slightly from the sudden intrusion. But you collect yourself quickly, relaxing your muscles so Jack can fuck himself down your throat. With every shove, he rocks you backward, the fat of your ass jiggling right in front of Frankie’s face. His scrotum draws tight to his body, and he has to slow down to stop himself from reaching his high.

Fuck, fuck.

“Jesus baby, you take daddy so well, yeah…” Jack grunts with every thrust, eyes glued to your naked form below him. “Daddy wants it in your throat, honey, he wants to cum down your throat.”

Oh, so that’ll be it? Frankie assumed Jack would do more. Maybe his stamina isn’t so good nowadays. Maybe that’s something Frankie has on him.

“Just like that, yeah… keep it goin’ sweetheart.”

Jack can feel you hollow your cheeks, can feel your tongue moving beneath him. And you can taste every drop of precum that lands on your tongue. Your nose occasionally bumps the curly hair at his base, taking every inch of him down your throat when he thrusts into you.

“Fuck…” he looks further back, watching your ass bounce as he fucks your mouth. Keeping one hand on the back of your head, still shoving his hips against you, he leans forward. And you already know what’s coming.

“Mm!” comes your muffled shriek, feeling him smack your ass.

“Jesus Christ babycakes, how do you do this to me?” he’s breathless, gripping the flesh of your backside in his strong, broad hand. “You’re amazing…”

Frankie throws his head back in the chair, baring his teeth briefly. Sweat lines his brow, frustration filling his bones. Lowering his fist, he squeezes his base, staving off the impending orgasm that just won’t fucking go away.

“Oh baby, daddy’s gonna cum.” Jack chokes out, brows folding up in the center.

Huh, that was quick, Frankie thinks smugly. But Jack keeps going.

“And then he’s gonna fuck your pretty pussy, he’s gonna bury himself deep inside…”

The moan you emit around his length sends him over the edge, fucking leaping off the goddamn cliff as his orgasm hits. His groan is erotic, passionate, his body curling over you slightly as his hand returns to your head. Both hold you still while his hips jut against your face, the pulsation of his cock on your tongue making your center tingle.

“Ugh, f-fuck!” Jack exasperates, lips parting as he forces out a breath.

It shivers through him, shooting through his limbs. And it feels so good that he laughs, he fucking laughs above you. He empties himself down your throat, feeling your soft swallows and smiling fondly. It’s thick and smooth, the muskiness of it washing your mouth in his scent and taste. His muscles twitch slightly as he pulls out of your mouth, looking down and cupping your jaw once he does.

“Let me see,” he whispers to you, watching you rise to your knees. “Did you do your job, baby?”

“Mhm,” you nod, opening your mouth.

Jack smiles brightly when he sees you’ve swallowed his seed, his dimple showing as he expresses his delight. You were good, just how he’s taught you to be.

“That’s such a good girl, baby doll. You did such a good job for me.” and you absolutely keen, falling into Jack’s arms when he pulls you into him.

She likes to be praised, huh? She always did seem like a good girl…

“Daddy wants you on top of him, sweetheart. Show Frankie how you ride your daddy.”

“Really?” you ask, looking up at him with excitement in your eyes.

“You know how much I like it,” he grins, giving you a soft kiss. “Ride me, baby. Wanna show you off.”

Even though he’s already done that and more tonight, you smile, moving backward and allowing him to climb onto the bed. When Jack lays down, he’s already half-hard again, and this does nothing for Frankie’s exploding envy. He watches you move over him, kissing up his stomach, nipping at the taut skin of his chest.

“Angel, turn around for me.”

You pout. “You don’t want to see me?”

“Course I do, baby. But I want you to see Frankie. Just look at how desperate he is for you, honey.”

Looking over your shoulder, you make eye contact with your husband’s longtime friend. Bashfully, he looks away, pinching his eyes shut when he swipes his thumb over his tip.

“Daddy…”you whisper in awe.

Frankie’s thick, almost as thick as your husband. He’s uncut too, a trait different from that of Jack’s.

“Show him, honey,” he purrs, hands caressing your hips. “Show him how those pretty tits bounce when you’re on top of me.”

This makes you bite down on your lower lip, now moving to complete your love’s request. Turning, you situate yourself above his pelvis, now facing Frankie.

“You’re so pretty…” it comes out before he can stop it; he can’t help but fawn over you.

This makes your cheeks tingle, your skin becoming warm once again. “Thank you, Frankie.”

Jack hums behind you, smoothing his hands over the crease of your thighs. He squeezes your ass from behind, his head resting on two pillows so he can watch you, too.

“Sink down on me, honey, sink down on daddy…”

On his gentle command, you do, reaching down to grab his length and lift him upwards toward you. Both men watch with intense focus as you lift your hips, mouth dropping when Jack’s head slips into your entrance.

“Mm,” he groans, fingers squeezing your hips. “Yeah…”

“Oh fuck,” Frankie moans, eyes wide and almost submissive. And you smile; you’ve never seen him be such a puppy.

“Oh…” it comes out gentle, feminine, the sound soft and sweet as it floats from your mouth.

Jack’s hands aid in your descent, his eyes glued to where the two of you meet. Inch by pleasurable inch, he enters you, dragging along your walls until you’re fully seated on his lap.

“Yes, baby,” Jack praises, gritting his teeth. “Yes…”

Eyes fluttering open, you’re now able to see Frankie fully. He’s shoved his pants down to his ankles, his cock pulled out of his boxers and leaking all over his hand. Now that he has your attention, he feels the overwhelming desire to show himself off, shamelessly pulling back his foreskin to reveal his nearly purple tip. He swipes his thumb over the top of it, a string of precum made visible when he pulls the thick digit away.

“Oh…”

“You lookin’ at Frankie, baby?” Jack asks from behind, feeling you lean forward to place your hands on his thighs.

“Yes.” you answer quietly, submissively.

“Yeah? You like what you see?”

Swallowing, you answer truthfully. “Yes…”

Jack’s voice then becomes dark. “You think he could fill you up better than me?”

And when he asks this, Frankie’s heart nearly stops. You were truthful with your last answer, will you be truthful now? And you are; you aren’t ever willing to lie to the man you love.

“No,” this time, your response is quicker than your last, and you sound sure of the word. Softly, you shake your head, your eyes trailing over Frankie’s figure. “No one ever feels as good as you, daddy.”

“Oh god,” Jack grits out, grinding up into you and reveling in your tiny whine. “You’re my girl baby, my good fucking girl.”

“Yes, daddy.” you nod, eyes rolling back slightly before they close altogether, your hips moving shortly thereafter.

Frankie likes to think you lied to save Jack’s ego, but on the inside, he knows you didn’t. You love Jack, that much is true, and that’s part of why he feels so good to you. The bond the two of you have is incomparable to any relationship Frankie has ever seen.

Regardless of your answer, Frankie doesn’t let up, his strokes becoming faster as he watches you ride his longtime friend. Frankie’s never had voyeuristic tendencies, so this is all very new to him. Honestly, he didn’t ever consider this, didn’t ever think he’d like something like this. But with you? Jesus, if he had turned this down, he wouldn't have known what to do. How could he ever say no to you?

Your movements become more forceful as you continue, throwing your head back and thrusting your chest out. Your breasts bounce and sway with every movement, Frankie now gawking openly at them. He rests back in the chair, gripping the armrest with his free hand while his breathing becomes unsteady.

“Yeah, honey.” Jack continues on, unable to keep himself from talking. And you love it, dear fucking god do you love to hear him speak. “Go on, fuck yourself open on me.”

“Fuck,” it’s utterred quietly, breathlessly, leaning on his thighs for balance as you move your hips over him.

“You sexy little thing, ridin’ me like this. Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Always so tight around me.”

Jesus, I fucking knew it. I knew she’d be tight.

“See how well she takes it, Frank?” Jack asks with a huff of a laugh. “She’s always like this, so sweet and eager with me. My perfect little girl…”

“Jesus Christ,” Frankie spits into his hand, and when you hear him do so, you open your eyes. And when he sees he’s caught your attention, he does it again.

“Oh,” you sigh gracefully, watching Frankie’s cock pulse when he returns his fist to his hand.

You always considered Frankie to be attractive, but seeing him like this has definitely brought that emotion to new heights. You’d never be disloyal to Jack, you’d never even dream of it. All you’re acknowledging is… Frankie can be fucking hot.

“Oh honey,” he breathes out, spreading your ass as you continue to move. “I can see your little hole, it’s flutterin’, baby doll.”

Your neck and chest burn bright at his comment, licking your lower lip as you grin. He could be so dirty sometimes. And of course he’d choose now to show that side of him. So, you decide to reciprocate.

“You wanna play with it, daddy?”

“Oh my fucking god,” Frankie can’t beleive you just said that; you like anal too?

Frankie has always had an anal kink, he loved to lick it, finger it, fuck it. But honestly at this point, it wasn’t just a kink, it was a full-blown fetish. And to see you in such a position is a fucking dream come true for him.

“Babycakes,” Jack gasps out, feeling you increase your pace. “You know I do…” Jack’s voice gets low, trailing off as he focuses on you.

Without taking his eyes off of your perfect form, Jack pops his thumb into his mouth, his hand reaching for your backside when he’s content with how wet he’s made it. For some reason, your eyes fall to Frakie’s as Jack sticks his thumb in, your jaw dropping open and eyes going soft as you moan.

“Fuck, did you put it in her?” Frankie asks, and he can’t fucking help it. He had to ask.

“Yeah I did.” Jack responds cockily, that signature smug grin curling on his lips. He huffs out a breath, shaking his head. “How’s that feel, baby?”

“So,” you gasp, swallowing thickly while wiggling back against him. “So good.”

“Fuck me…” your eyes are still on Frankie’s when he says this, Jack moaning while you squeeze him tight, both his cock and thumb.

It burns pleasurably, his thumb swirling in your backside, your eyes rolling back at the sensation. The act makes it harder to ride him; you feel like you’re going dumb.

“Daddy, daddy,” you whine pathetically, throwing your head back and digging your nails into the muscles in his legs.

“Oh… daddy, daddy.” he sighs, sounding cocky though his mocking words come out soft. “What is it, sugar? I’m right here.”

The way Jack treats you makes you feel light-headed, like you’re the most precious thing on the entire earth to him. And you are, and he’s glad you know it.

“It’s… s-so much…”

Frankie looks mesmerized, nearly drooling as he watches you fuck yourself open on Jack’s cock. Lord, does he wish it was him, he wishes he could feel your ass bounce down on his pelvis, see your pretty ass jiggle, spread your cheeks to watch your dirty little hole clench and squeeze. You never imagined Frankie to be so attracted to you, but knowing he’s this enamored by your personality and physique makes your confidence bloom.

The wet sounds of Frankie masturbating in the corner of your room make you moan, watching his slick length drool over his hand. You feel so distracted, not just by Frankie but of course by Jack, by the way he’s making you feel. Your pace falters, but he picks it up with ease. His free hand falls to your outer hip, slamming you down onto his lap when he begins thrusting up. And you cry out for him, whining when you feel his thumb move back and forth in your tightest hole.

“Baby, you’re so tight back here.” Jack tells you breathlessly, that rich southern accent making you buzz inside.

“Yeah, I bet you are.” Frankie nods once, fucking his hand more fervently.

“Oh, look at that,” your husband grins, chuckling quietly. “I guess Frankie likes when I play with you back here.”

“I fucking love that.” it comes out without a filter, without a second fucking thought.

The hand not currently tugging at his cock slides down to cup his scrotum, fondling the delicate skin in his palm. He moans, his eyes going soft, and you whine quietly at the sight.

“Well, why don’t we show him then, sweetheart?”

“Mm, daddy,” you whine, chest exhaling a dramatic breath. “What do you mean?”

Jack takes a second to breathe, smoothly sliding his thumb out of your ass. He gives you a light tap then, barely stinging the outside of your right cheek.

His tone is gravely when he speaks. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”

Without a second thought, you lift yourself from him, slowly and gracefully. Frankie watches you move, licking his lower lip as he slows down his own movements. You crawl forward while Jack slides his legs out from under you. With a soft grunt and a heavy sigh, he rises behind you, resting on his knees. Submissively, you lean forward, resting not on your palms but on your forearms to arch your back more. You’re still facing Frankie, but he can see your ass high in the air now, breathing heavily while watching Jack’s hands slide over your ass.

“You know how beautiful you look right now, darlin’?”

“Hm…” eyes closed, humming pleasantly, you wiggle your hips back and forth slowly for him in a silent display of contentment.

Jack groans behind you, all while showing that beautiful smile. Unexpectedly, he smacks a hand down on your plump flesh, earning a shrill moan from you. Baring his teeth briefly, he does it again, sighing heavily when you cry out again.

“You want me to finger it, honey?”

“Yes…”

“Say it.” Jack quickly demands, his voice low and authoritative. “Tell me you want daddy to finger your pretty little asshole.”

“Holy fuck,” Frankie’s head drops back; how can he be so turned on by Jack Daniels’ words? Quickly though, he lifts his head. Not only does he want to hear you say it, but he wants to watch when your lover does it.

You whimper quietly, pressing your face into the soft blankets covering your marital bed. “Daddy…”

“I told you to say it.”

It’s impossible to be disobedient when he speaks in that tone.

“I want it, daddy,” you inhale a deep breath, gathering the courage as your face burns from the brazenness of his words. “I want you to finger my pretty little asshole.”

“Yes…” comes Frankie’s small word.

“Yeah,” your husband’s word is spoken differently, almost hissed from between his lips as his cock twitches upon hearing your repetition. “That’s so good baby,” he looks down, gripping the thickness of his erection. “That’s so good, did so good for me, angel…”

He’s breathless and rambling, and you know that means he’s having a hard time holding himself back. And when he fucks you in this position, he never lasts long.

Sitting up a bit higher in his seat, Frankie’s eyes are zeroed in on the curves of your ass. Jack spreads your cheeks, a slow drip of spit falling onto your crease. And then he lifts his hand, licking his first two digits before lowering them to your sex. He rubs you with them, furrowing his brows as he listens to your moans. He slides a finger into your warmth, pumping it in and out only a few times. That very same finger then rises, circling your upper hole.

“Fuck, fuck,”

“You think about this, Frankie?” Jack asks, hearing the sloppy sounds of his hand. “You think about my baby girl’s ass?”

Frankie grunts, once again annoyed. Gritting his teeth, he mumbles out, “How can I not?”

“I know,” Jack laughs, “She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

“Daddy,” your whine pulls both men from their sexual thoughts. “Please put it in.”

You’re pulsing around nothing, desperate to feel him inside you again. You need him to fuck you, to make you cum for a second time tonight.

“Sh…” he hushes you kindly, those deep brown eyes watching as his pointer finger begins to slide in.

“Yes…”

You have such an intense desire for him, to kiss his beautiful lips, to feel his skin on yours, to experience the sensation of him filling you as much as he can. And when that thought comes into your head, you reach back with one hand, grabbing onto his hip.

“Please,”

“Damn baby, you want it bad.” he teases, feeling your nails scrape across his skin.

When Jack’s finger is entirely surrounded by your tight muscles, both him and Frankie sigh out.

“How does it feel?” Frankie asks quickly, “Please tell me how it feels.”

Jack just laughs, but you reply.

“So good, it’s so good, it’s so fucking good. I want more.”

With his free hand, Jack reaches back down, lining himself up before slowly inching inside. The sounds you’re making make Frankie fucking blush, his mouth going dry from having it hang open for so long.

When your husband’s cock is entirely seated inside, he stills, now focusing on the movements of his finger. He pumps it into you, much faster than before. And he spits again, aiding in the slide of his tick digit as he works it into your ass.

“Daddy, yes!”

“Fuck, you’re so good for me, such a dirty little girl for me.”

Frankie leans up even further this time, whining when he gets a full view of your taut asshole. It stretches every time your husband’s finger enters, your muscles squeezing tightly together each time his digit leaves.

“Fuck - I’m gonna cum.” he breathes out, not even wanting to blink.

Now, Jack’s hips start to move, slapping against your ass as he fucks himself into you. Feeling Jack fuck you like this, hearing their collective moans, it’s all so much; it’s overwhelming you.

“You hear that, honey? Frankie’s gonna cum just from seein’ you, just from watchin’ you get fucked.”

“Oh my god…” it’s muffled, your fingers gripping onto the sheets while the side of your face presses against the mattress.

And just like that, Frankie’s done. Your high moans, your pretty face contorted in bliss, the sloppy sounds of your pussy and ass getting fucked…

“Ngh,” forcefully, his hips thrust up into his hand, lifting from the seat ever so slightly. The back of his head returns to the top of the chair, mouth agape as he heaves out desperate breaths of air.

Your eyes look to him when you hear his incredibly forceful moans, watching as white ropes shoot from his tip. They ooze out of him, thick and wet as they slide down his shaft. His foreskin moves with every tug Frankie’s hand gives, his sticky-white release making a mess on his hand.

“Frankie…” you’ve never seen him like this, so vulnerable and soft.

Jack smiles, a chuckle bouncing the muscles in his chest. He looks over at Frankie, too. “Damn Francisco, I knew you had it bad for her.”

Jack’s pace doesn’t falter, almost immediately returning his gaze to you. The hand on your ass slides forward, fingers digging into your hip as he pounds you into the mattress.

“And he’s not the only one that sees you like this, sugar.” he tells you, determined for you to know just how captivating you truly are. “I see how other men look at you. You’re a fucking goddess, baby, a goddamn angel. And you’re mine, you’re fucking mine; do you know how lucky I am?”

“Daddy,” you cry out, feeling him plunge repeatedly into your core. “I love you.”

Jack truly is enamored with you, he’s obsessed with you; he’s never met anyone like you.

“I love you, sweetheart, daddy loves you.” and then he spits again, wetting your little hole even more.

“Fuck me!”

Once you say this, he feels your heated walls squeeze him tight, the act of it so forceful it makes him throb inside. And that’s how he knows he’s struck gold.

“Yeah? Right there?”

“Right there!” you groan out enthusiastically.

And Frankie sighs, out of breath but lifting his head so he can continue to watch you. Jesus Christ, Jack’s right, you’re a fucking goddess.

Jack leans forward a bit, stilling the motions of his finger inside you while he now focuses on moving his hips. “Is daddy still hittin’ it, sugar? Huh, babycakes? Is daddy still hittin’ your sweet spot?”

“Ye-es,” it’s a stuttered whine, one said while pinching your eyes shut as he repeatedly punches himself into you.

“It’s okay honey, just relax.” he can feel your body tensing, and he’s more than thrilled to let you experience your second high. “Let daddy make you feel good… relax for me…”

“Mm,”

“I know, baby; it’s hard to relax when daddy’s inside you, huh?”

“Daddy,”

“Oh… I know that whine.” he grunts out with a self-assured smirk. “Let daddy feel it, baby. He gives you permission, he wants you to do it.”

With eager anticipation in his eyes, Frankie watches as you unravel before your husband. Jack continues to split you open on his length, rocking your body with each harsh shove. And when he allows you to let go, to fall apart on your shared bed for him, you suck in an airy gasp. As if on command, you finally crumble, back arching and legs shaking as your lover forces another orgasm out from within you.

“Daddy!”

“Fuck me…” Jack bares his teeth, the muscles in his chest and stomach flexing.

He tears his finger from you, using both hands to keep your body against him. Pushing forward, he grinds his hips into you, keeping pressure on that delicate, spongy spot inside you. It prolongs your high, your eyes shut as your lips part, just barely drooling from the euphoria shuttering through your body. And when Jack grinds against you, he cums too. The feeling of your soft curves pressing against his pelvis, the sensation of your heated inner channel gripping him so tight, it takes the breath from his lungs, the beat from his heart, now fully unraveling above you.

“B-Baby,” he chokes out, hands squeezing your hips with force.

The sensation rocks through him as he releases into you, leaning forward and placing a hand on your lower back to steady himself. He’s breathing heavily behind you, muscles tensing as his hips jerk harshly against you. That part always made you smile, always made you tingle inside. It’s like his body was fully giving in, unable to hold back its arousal and desire, his pelvis rutting into you in sharp, jagged motions. It’s desperate, raw, and something you get to experience with him almost every day.

“Baby…”

“Daddy,” you respond breathily, reaching back with a single arm. He takes your hand, rubbing a thumb over the top of it.

Grunting, he pulls out of you slowly, watching his softening cock slide out from your warm and welcoming sex. Both of Jack’s large palms then slide over your ass, spreading your cheeks so he can watch your pretty pussy flutter.

“Lay down, baby doll.” he coos to you, leaning over your body to place soft kisses on your back. “Let me get a towel for you.”

The moment turns incredibly soft. Frankie can so clearly see the love Jack has for you. And for an incredibly selfish reason, that only makes his envy grow. It’s one thing if Jack didn’t treat you right; then, in Frankie’s mind, he’d have reason to wish you were his. He’d have reason to believe he could treat you better than him. But Jack doesn't treat you bad, nowhere even close to it. Frankie hates to admit it, but Jack treats you better than he ever could. And that’s because the two of you are made for each other, that’s more than obvious now.

Be that as it may, it didn��t suppress the attraction Frankie has toward you. You’re still as sexy as ever, even more so now. He can’t help but feel that way about you, he just can’t fucking help it.

When Jack comes back, he’s holding three towels instead of two. They’re all slightly damp, and he sets a couple on the edge of the bed. Frankie looks over at him, watching as Jack nods and lifts the towel in his direction.

“Frank?” he calls lightly, tossing the washcloth his way.

Frankie reaches out to catch it, nodding while he utters a small yet grateful, thanks.

“Come here, beautiful.”

You’d followed Jack’s direction, allowing yourself to lay down on the bed. Crawling forward, Jack smiles as you turn over for him, now resting on your back. Instinctively, you open your legs for him, sighing gracefully when you feel him drag the wet rag over your center.

In the corner of the room, Frankie’s cleaning himself off, too. He wipes down his hand, cleaning his fingers before moving to his shaft. He’d gotten some dribbles of cum on the lower part of his shirt. Fuck, gonna have to dry clean this.

Jack kisses your cheek and neck as he does this, humming softly when he feels you smile. Your hands brush through his hair until he’s done, pulling away to wipe himself off.

Closing your eyes, you revel in this moment. This has honestly been one of the most exciting nights of your life. And you feel safe, comfortable, being around two men that you trust. You and Jack wouldn’t have done this around just anyone, and who knows if it will ever happen again. All you know is you enjoyed it, and it feels like the entire thing has brought you and your husband closer together, if that were even possible.

He’d been nervous, unsure at first, just like he was before all of it began. But Frankie was a friend to not only Jack but you, too. It was late, and he was tired, you weren’t just going to kick him out. So, you both offered for Frankie to stay in the guest room. He could make himself comfortable, use the guest bath to freshen up, too. And after considering your offer, analyzing both yours and Jack’s kind faces, he agreed.

“Hi, Frankie.” you greet softly, watching him meander out of his room.

You’d gotten up before the two of them, a rare occurrence for you. Jack usually was the first one to wake, but apparently, last night really took it out of him. Once you’d convinced Frankie to rest in the spare room, Jack returned his lips to your body, covering you in delicate, affectionate kisses. You showered together, washing each other’s bodies lovingly before drying off and cuddling up in bed. He kissed your head, whispering sweet things to you before he fell asleep. And you drifted off just before he did, sighing contentedly in his arms.

“Hey,” Frankie returns, his bedhead and sleepy smile absolutely adorable as he walks over to you.

Sitting down, you offer him some coffee, which he happily takes. You’d worried how things would feel between the three of you the morning after all of that went down, but right now, it feels normal, comfortable.

“Um, thank you.” he suddenly blurts out, staring at the mug in his hands before looking up at you. “For last night. I, I felt kind of honored… to see you like that, both of you like that.”

You giggle slightly. “What do you mean?”

“You’re a beautiful woman.” he admits openly, feeling free to express his emotions. “But it was… different than I expected. It was hot, definitely hot,” again, you giggle. “But… I don’t know, you guys just really love each other. Thank you for letting me see that.”

“Awe, Frankie.” you smile, your heart beating affectionately.

Reaching forward, you gently grab his hand. “I hope you know we love you, too. You’re one of our closest friends, Frankie; we wouldn’t have done that with just anyone, we did it because we trust you. And we really hope what happened last night doesn’t change any of that.”

He ponders his response, only for a moment before he shakes his head. “I don’t think so.” Frankie really appreciates what you just said.

“Good.”

Before anything else is said, your husband finally joins the two of you once he gets out of bed. His messy hair is also adorable, walking out into the kitchen in just a pair of sweats. You admire his body, his toned chest, his slightly softening stomach, those sculpted arms, the tawny skin of his neck; it makes you want to jump on him all over again.

“Hi, baby.”

“Good mornin’, honey.” he grins, leaning down to give you a kiss. He then addresses his friend. “How you doin’, Frankie? You hungry?”

“Oh, no. I should get going soon, anyway.” Frankie doesn’t want to be a burden.

Jack shrugs, “Your loss. I’m makin’ pancakes.”

Frankie just smiles. He’ll stay, but only because the air between your small group is making him feel relaxed and secure. He really did appreciate last night, and he appreciates the friendship he has with the two of you. You with your kind heart and sassy words, Jack with his casual and usually merry personality, Frankie likes those things about the two of you. And it’s clear nothing has changed.

None of you are sure where your intimate afterparty came from, but you do know it was rooted entirely in the boys’ personalities. For Frankie, he finds it hard to not be attracted to you, to both your physique and your psyche. And for Jack, he finds it hard to not show his love for you. In every sense of the word, you’re the love of Jack’s life. You’re the person he’s promised himself to, the one he’ll take care of as long as he has a soul to. And if Frankie’s going to stick around, he’ll have to respect that. And he will, as long as it means he gets to keep his friendship with the two of you.

#oh Jesus Christ #this was amazing to write #wowowow #Daddy Whiskey #Agent Whiskey #Agent Whiskey smut #Frankie Morales #Frankie Morales smut #Frankie Morales x you #Frankie Morales x reader #Frankie Morales x female reader #Kinktober #Kinktober 2022 #Sintober #Sintober 2022

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shesinshambles · 1 year

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Ghost bc Whump Month Day Two: Collapse

Little late with these but better than never I guess!

TW for a character forgetting / neglecting to eat

You never minded working hard, and it wasn’t that you were trying to grind yourself to the bone. It was just, easy to forget about everything else on tour. There was always something. Last minute costume fixes, scheduling issues, keeping the bus clean. And the ghouls. The ghouls. Swiss and Dew making a mess after one of their shenanigans, Swiss and Dew at one another’s throats, trying to get Mountain up for rehearsals— The point was that there was always something to do!

And today was one of those days. Everything that could go wrong, was kind of going wrong. First, you were up early to get coffees and breakfast for everyone because a particularly plucky fire ghoul fried the outlets last night and no one had had time to repair them yet. Thankfully, Aether was up early too and offered to come with and help you bring it all back so you got some mercy there. Then you broke up a squabble about who took the last cinnamon roll and went about making calls to reschedule interviews, make sure the venues were prepared, let the hotel know you would be late to check in because of course, the bus was having problems.

You’d been busy. And breakfast was far gone. But you still had work to. So, you ignored the neglected rumblings of your stomach and your shaky hands and pushed through the best you could. It was your turn to clean the bus anyway, and you were nearly done, only the kitchenette left. You’d eat as soon as you were done. You’d bent down to pick up a fork you’d dropped while doing the dishes when footsteps resounded behind you, coming to a casual stop.

“Hey sister, do you know if we have any crackers left?” Dewdrop asked, yawning. Probably just got up from a nap.

“Um.” You frown, standing up. Blood rushes from your head and you steady yourself with a hand on the counter, little black spots slowly creeping their way into your vision. “Check the cabinets,” you sigh. “Can’t remember.” Every second that goes by the black spots creep further and further in. You shake your head, gripping the counter. Just push through. Almost done. You take a glass from the sink, fumbling for the dish rag.

“Hey, you good?”

“Hmm?” You turn around, leaning back on the counter. Dew’s voice is coming from somewhere, but right now you can’t possibly pinpoint exactly where that somewhere might be.

“You didn’t answer my question.” His voice is hollow, and why is everything spinning? The glass slides from your hand, shattering on the floor with a loud crash. “Shit!”

“Oopsie Daisy,” you mumble. You hear a distant “Fuck!” as the world goes black.

“She just went down.” A cold sweat sweeps over you, and as you crack your eyes open, you’re vaguely aware of two shadowy heads looming over you.

“Did she hit her head?” There’s cotton in your ears, fuzzy, muddled.

“Nah, caught her before she fell.”

“What happened?” You groan, trying to sit up.

“Hey, hey, hey, easy.” Aether’s guides you up to sit slowly with firm, gentle hands on your shoulders, and you blink in confusion.

“You passed out on me,” Dew says softly. Then there’s a glass of water thrust into your hand. You take a small sip, and then another. The cold water soothing your befuddled mind, lifting that heavy fog.

“We should get you to your bunk. You need to rest right now,” Aether murmurs. All you can do is nod weakly, letting the Aether ghoul help you up from the floor and walk you to your bunk. He settles you in with a cold facecloth on your forehead, saying he’ll come check on you in a bit.

You’re alone for a few minutes, finishing off your glass of water when there’s a knock on the outside of your bunk. You pull back the curtains to find Dew holding a plate with some crackers, cheese, and a few candies on it

“Feelin’ good enough to eat something?” You offer him a small smile and scoot over on the smell bed, patting the empty space next to you in offering. The fire ghoul huffs, but takes your offer, handing you the plate before settling in, tucking a hand behind his head.

“Thanks,” you murmur, gingerly taking a bite out of a cracker. When it doesn’t upset your stomach, you wolf it down, putting a slice of cheese on the next one.

“Figured you hadn’t eaten,” he chuckles, and you nod.

“Got busy.”

“I know. You’ve been going non-stop all day.” He frowns at you, a very unfamiliar crease forming between his brows. He’s worried.

“Sorry,” you murmur sheepishly around another cracker, and Dew shakes his head.

“No, no you don’t have to apologize. It’s just—you scared me is all.” He grumbles it out, a hand scratching at his brow. And your heart melts a little bit at that. You snuggle closer to the fire ghoul, and though you’re fully expecting him to pull away, he doesn’t. “C’mere,” he mutters under his breath, sliding an arm under your head, pulling you into his side. You rest your head on his chest, feeling Dew tuck you under his chin, his warmth calming you.

“Thanks.”

“For what?” You shrug.

“Worrying about me.” A puff of soft laughter tickles your hair.

“Someone’s got to.” You merely hum, finishing off your snack and popping a candy into your mouth. Dew places the plate on the floor, and for awhile, the two of you lie together in total silence; him, petting your hair and gently purring, you with a small smile on your face.

“Can’t believe you said oopsie daisy before passing out,” Dew snickers, and you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment.

“Shut up!” you groan, but you’re laughing along with him.

“It was cute.”

“Yeah?” You crane your neck up, and he looks down at you, grinning in amusement.

“Yeah.”

The exhaustion of the day is getting to you, and Dew’s warmth and the sway of the bus are certainly not helping. You fight to keep your eyes open.

“Hey,” Dew murmurs, noticing as you try to rub the sleep from your eyes. “Just sleep, you got nowhere you need to be.” And as though he’s pulling the thoughts straight out of your mind, Dew adds: “I’ll be right here when you wake up.” You smile into the fire ghoul’s chest, and with the feeling of his cheek resting atop your head, you drift off into much needed slumber.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost bc fanfic #whump month #dewdrop ghoul #sodomizer ghoul #dewdrop x reader #nameless ghouls

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vampyrsm · 2 years

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cw; light description of injuries. fluff, suggestive

Being the emergency medic at Dynamight’s agency is never quiet, someone is always getting hurt or hit by quirks that need specialist work on making sure they’re back in working order.

Your job is just that; making sure all the pros and sidekicks under Dynamight’s agency are in the best shape they can be before heading back out on patrol. Your job has never been dull in any sense of the word, something is always happening, constantly keeping your mind and hands active. You’re happy with how work is, it pays great of course but you’re not just there for the money. Being able to help the heroes who would throw their lives on the line for you makes you feel like you’re giving something back to them; being their hero.

Your day has been the usual so far, treating minor injuries from the morning patrols. Most people are in and out of your office within 30 minutes depending on severity, your quirk was extremely handy with things like this. Of course not everyone saw it that way, saying it wasn’t worth the trouble you went through every time you had to heal someone. But you just couldn’t not use your quirk, it wasn’t heroic in the sense of being able to dive in and fight villains but you could still save lives. So that’s what you decided, you went through medical school, got your degree and the correct documents to be able to use your quirk in public without repercussions.

Getting a job wasn’t as hard as you expected, healing quirks weren’t too hard to come by but your kind of healing quirk was pretty rare. You weren’t always at Dynamight’s agency, you actually started out in Might Tower working under Deku. The transfer to Dynamight’s agency only happened when Dynamight himself was brought into your office as he was closer to Deku’s agency than his own, he fought the entire way there, barking about ‘not needing some shitty healer using their quirk on him’.

But once you had him sat down on the medical bed, hands wrapped around his calf where his hero costume was ripped and torn and showing the burnt skin beneath, he was silenced. He watched your face twist up in pain, and then the smell of something burning hit his nose. Quickly looking down, he could see the blood starting to seep through your green-coloured scrubs and his eyes widened. It wasn’t just any old healing quirk, you transferred wounds.

After that, he managed to strong-arm Deku into letting you transfer over to his agency in exchange for some interviews with the top two heroes. Then he made sure you were treated well, quickly finding yourself in the top position in his medical wing.

You were just cleaning up some of your supplies when one of your nurses burst in, wide eyes and panting. “You’re needed. He’s asked for you.” she managed to get out, you knew who he was. Dynamight. He only ever asked for you when no one else was doing a good enough job of helping him out.

You huffed, grabbing your bag filled with items that were selected just for working on Dynamight. You were quick to take point in front of the nurse who scrambled after you, listing off what had happened in the fight leading up to Dynamight coming back to the agency for medical help. “Is it that bad or is he just being a baby about it?”

“Who the fuck you callin’ a baby, huh?”

Rolling your eyes as you pulled back the curtain, he sat on the bed completely topless with his muscles tensed from how hard he was gripping the bed. He was glaring at you as you walked in, placing your bag down before you turned to address him.

“You. Stop being rude to my staff or I won’t heal you again.” You glared back at him, and his lips twitched a little into a small pout. You could tell he wasn’t trying to be mean to your nurses, he did that when he was actually in pain. You surveyed his body, his left arm had been wrapped in a bandage and didn’t seem to be bleeding through. “What happened? Get too big for your boots and badmouthed the wrong villain?”

He huffed, chest puffing out when your hands brushed over a single diagonal cut along his pectoral. It looked like he got into a fight with a cat, a very big cat. “No, fucker had these gigantic metal claws.” Bingo. “Couldn’t get close enough without taking a few hits, hurt like a bitch.”

You went ahead and started to transfer the smaller wounds, hissing quietly to yourself as you worked continuously. Bakugo watched you closely, over the time he had gotten to work with you he learned what your tells were when you worked too hard or couldn’t do the transfer without seriously hurting yourself. You circled around to his back, he had a number of scrapes, bruises and cuts that had long stopped bleeding.

His back muscles tensed up the second you laid a hand against his shoulder blade, following the scrape marks down where it stopped around his thin waist. “Don’t bother healing those up sweetheart, want them as a reminder.” your cheeks were a flaming hot red, yeah these weren’t acquired from any fight despite it looking like he got into a disagreement with an alley cat.

You continued to brush your hands over his back, along his shoulders and down his biceps. You could practically feel the smugness radiating off of him when your fingers lingered a second too long on the dips of his muscles. Who were you to lie? He was built like a god. He worked hard on his body, constantly seeing him in the gym when you came in early every morning and you were no stranger to healing parts of his body he kept hidden behind his costume.

“You should be good enough to go back out on patrol, I’ve left the superficial ones.” you moved to stand back in front of him, brushing a hand over the bandage on his arm to make sure it was secure. Bakugo continued to stare down his nose at you, eyes nearly half-lidded whilst he watched your every move. You were so precise with every touch and you were so professional, he couldn’t help the slow grin that was working its way onto his lips.

“Superficial? Is that what we’re calling last night now?” now it was your turn to pout, turning away from him to repack your bag with the items you removed. “Aw, c’mon sweetheart. Don’t pout, we both know how much you loved it.” He snorted as you slapped his knee.

“Katsuki, how many times have I told you to stop doing this when we’re at work?! What will people think—”

“Why do you care what people think? I sure as fuck don’t.” He raised an eyebrow at you as you stared at him.

“Clearly not if you’re happy to walk around with that hickey on your arm.” You snip back, earning a far too smug smile.

“Nope, how could I care when I get to have you all to myself every night?” he was now reaching for you, manhandling you to stand between his knees. You shot a nervous glance past his shoulder, no one was around but you still worried people would think you only got so far because you were technically sleeping with your boss, even if you were dating officially for 7 months now.

You let yourself get coaxed into his arms, his warm large hands stroking against your bare arms that were slowly healing themselves. You sighed, heavy but quietly, it was draining trying to keep your relationship from the public. It’s not like you wanted to, it was actually Katsuki who suggested keeping it quiet for a while. Not because he was ashamed of you or anything, he just didn’t want to put a spotlight on you for any villains who might be looking for a bit of revenge on the No. 2 Hero.

“Hey.” He spoke softly, much more quietly in a voice only made for you. You met his eyes, still pouting a little. “Listen. No one here is going to think you slept with me for some promotion. Everyone can see how hard you work.” He was right, you knew the nurses and other medical staff here well. Even the sidekicks. They were all amazing people, and they always said you were one of the best medics they had ever met. They weren’t shallow enough to believe you were using the explosive hero for a leg up.

“You’re right, sorry ‘suki.” He laid a quick peck against your temple, letting you take steps backwards when the sound of someone approaching got louder. He gave you a short-lived smile, one he only gave you in the safety of his bed or when it was just you two alone.

He slid off of the bed, grabbing his torn-up shirt with a sigh. There was no way he was going to be able to wear this now, he’d have to go back to the locker room to get a change. You were quick as you finished cleaning the space, and turned just in time for Bakugo to crowd you against the medical supply box. “See you tonight?” he asked quietly, eyes low and filled with something you’ve come to learn is love.

You hummed quietly, smiling “Of course, it’s my turn to cook tonight. So I hope you’re ready to have the best meal of your life.” he laughed now, more than a snort or a chuff of laughter. “I mean it Katsuki, I’ve been practising!” you slapped his bicep when he continued to laugh.

“Yeah, yeah. Sure. You said that last time and somehow managed to burn water. Sometimes I wonder how you’re still alive y’know.”

You huffed, slapping him a little harder on his stomach which got him to choke on his laughter and take a step back. “Watch what you say or I won’t come over,” you say as you slip by with a playful roll of your eyes. “Now get out of here before Kirishima ends up coming looking for you again.” you snort at the grunt he makes. He remembers vividly the day Kirishima caught the two of you in a … less than decent position after work hours in your office.

You listen to him make his leave, shortly following after to see him engaged in a conversation with one of the sidekicks you saw being treated earlier. It wasn’t ideal having to keep the two of you a secret, but you knew the day he announced your relationship to everyone it would be worth it. So you smiled, tugging your bag higher on your shoulder and heading back towards one of your nurses who was now animatedly talking to you about another patient who was en route.

i just know he’d have the most beautiful back and shoulders, very biteable.

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mmmmmmmmmmmmsoup · 10 months

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Yandere x gardener reader

(I was gonna call this man a dilf, but he got no kids... But very much dilf energy)

Warning: Yandere, stalking?, slight nsfw

• you were a gardener, you had been hired to a recent job of gardening where you go to peoples houses and clean up their gardens on the regular.

• now David had your company working in his yard for roughly a year now. He was use to people being in his back yard trimming trees, taking care of the flowers 8 in the morning.

• that was until you showed up.

• you were new, normal he staff never caught his eye, but something about you just stood out to him.

• maybe it was your soft smile, or the cute face you made when you were focusing on not cutting the blooming flowers.

• either way, David started to go outside and talk with the workers more, well... When you were around.

• he asked your boss about you in some hopes to get some info about you, but your boss only knew the basics.

• then he started to talk to you, asking how the weather was treating you, if you needed any water. Anything that would let him talk to you.

• he would even give you little tasks

• "Oh y/n, can you trim this bush for me?"

• "I have some plants in my house, but they aren't doing so well, could you come in and see what's wrong with them?"

• this man would purposely kill his plants and ruin his own garden if it meant you stayed longer and you and him could have someone one on one.

• if you needed anything handed to you, there he was, willing as ever.

• sometimes he just sat next to you watching you do your craft, it was relaxing to him. stressful for you though

• when he could, we would touch you. Just as simple as a hand on a shoulder or a pat on the back.

• he loved the way you smelled.

• and no, you didn't smell like flowers, or at least not at work. You were working in the heat of summer, planting, cutting, moving. You smelled of sweat and dirt.

• but he liked it. He thought it was arousing, which was something he never would think he liked

• overall David is a clean man, he likes a clean house, clean yard, and made sure to wash daily.

• I highly doubt he would ever help you with the big, more dirtier jobs, but he will gladly watch.

• but he might cut a flower by "accident" and use the excuse that it would be a shame to throw it away, just so he can put it in your hair

• he hated when you took break for launch.

• As the costumer, he isn't really allowed to bug you when on break, and when he watches you from his window, chat and laugh with your coworkers, it drives him crazy

• "that should be me keeping her company, making her laugh."

• David never went crazy with chatting, touching, helping you, not until he got you alone

• some how he had convinced your boss, that he only really needed on worker for his yard, and that you were strong and smart enough to handle that role

• so on the upside, you got a raise and became a lead gardener, the down side, David's obsessions started to show more

• he visited you more while you were working

• touches that lasted a little too long

• he would even keep you company during your launch break, even make you food!

• you've tried to decline, but he would look so sad when you did

• when he did make you food, it usually was a type of sandwich or something nutritions, after all you gotta lot of work to do

• unknown to you, he would add his secret sause (Jesus Chris, why am I writing this)

• sometimes he would eat with you, and other times he just watched you eat, with a smile on his face making conversation

• but when he started giving you gifts is when you had to put your foot down

• "David, you are one of the company's best costumers, and I enjoy working for you, but it's unprofessional to be doing this"

• this man would be so confused and sad!

like sir, you cannot give your gardener a pearl necklace with little flower gems on it, and still be professional

• "but I got it just for you! You work so hard and who else's am I going to give this to?"

• you still declined.

Ok this is getting too long, I gotta make a part 2

#yandere x reader #yandere #my writing

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lostonehero · 5 months

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More YouTube scooped Micheal

This is how I cope being broke and people telling me to save money I can't afford to save

I swear I didn't mean to take this seriously

Micheal adjusts the camera and takes a breath for lungs he no longer has. It's barely been an hour since he dragged his father to his uncle's place, and after Jeremy made sure his uncle wasn't dying he decided to do a livestream because he had to confirm he wasn't going crazy.

"What is that?" William was sat in the backyard still wet from Henry spraying him with the hose. It didn't help with the musty smell but got rid of the dirt and grime. It also set off a few springlocks, which made him scream in pain.

Micheal sighs it sounds like a whistle since Jeremy hasn't fixed the stitches around his mouth. "It's a phone."

"That's not a phone." Willaim shakes himself off like a dog.

"It is a phone, and it's recording live for an audience." Micheal steps aside as his father moves closer to the small device.

"Like a camera?" William tilted his head. "That's impossible."

Micheal pushes his father back. "Don't break my phone. You're also still wet." He turns back to the camera. "Look, I know this is strange, and you don't know who this guy is, but I need to compose my sanity. This is a springlock suit that my dead father is in. He thought it was 1987 literally less than an hour ago."

"Why are you talking to it? I don't believe that is recording, let alone fliming like a newscast." William tries to shake off more water, but it doesn't do much, but make metal clanking noises.

"This is why I'm happier being a living corpse than being stuck in a machine." Micheal responds dryly. "Father, wait here. I'm going to get my laptop.... uh computer so I can read the live chat."

"A computer? Micheal, they aren't portable, let alone connected to anything that can transport information unless you have a wall of a machine." William tries to shout after Micheal, but he disappeared inside where he couldn't follow. He falls and sits back to the ground.

Henry comes out and chuckles softly, slowly coming into the frame of the livestream. "Ah, I didn't know Micheal started a stream, explains why he rushed inside." He hums. "Sit William, I'm going to see if I can replace that voice chip with something modern."

William watches Henry approach him. "When did you start needing a cane?"

"Ten years back, my hip started to act up. The cane helps me get to places without needing help." Henry pushes up what was left of the semi rotten fabric, and with soft rusted clicks, he pulls back the springs and locks in the head and neck. "I must admit seeing bone is refreshing compared to what your son has. I found a dead mouse in his thigh trying to help him clean himself up."

"A dead mouse?" William's voice glitches as the rusted and cracked voice box is removed.

"Yes, a dead mouse. Probably died from the chemicals Micheal used to stop the rotting." Henry pauses, taking out a screwdriver and a small blowtorch. "I apologize, old friend, if this hurts, but I need to get this in place, and it's been ages since I've worked on something... this old."

After a moment, a yelp and a much clearer British voice breaks through. "Henry, that's enough it feels like you're choking me."

"Hard to choke someone who is just a skeleton in a broken springlock suit." Henry brushes the rust and oil off his hands. "Now you sound better." He turns around. "Oh Micheal, when did you get back out here?"

"20 minutes ago." Micheal stretches. "Are you ok?"

"Oh, I'm fine." Henry smiles. "As I said earlier, it's refreshing to just see bones, then uh, something rotten." He unwinds the springs and returns the rotten fabric. "I can't do anything about the fabric. You were always so much better at the fabric and costumes than I was."

William allows Henry to step back before he stands up. "I'm just a pile of bones then." He pauses. "I'm sure most of it is crushed from the screws in the springs. I understand why you aren't shocked seeing the state of my son... is Evan like this?"

"Yes!" Jeremy interrupts. "Granted, I don't know where he went, but he's the reason I got my frontal lobe bitten off." He chuckles. "Mr. Emily couldn't exactly stop the moving around of assets during the 80s, and currently, we are on a mission to find all of them. Like you, they have a habit of moving around."

"How are you alive? Also, who are you?" William cautiously steps forward.

"I'm fucking your son." Jeremy has a shit eating grin on his face.

"JEREMY!" Micheal covers his face, and William notices he's now almost entirely covered up. "We are not. I don't even have a dick anymore. However, we are dating."

"I always knew you were a queer." William hums. "Although you have a weird choice of partner, he does have brain damage."

"Wait, you knew? Wait fuck doesn't matter." Micheal groans. "We dated before he got brain damage, and he's a nurse now."

"Kind of late for that, Micheal." William crossed his arms.

Jeremy starts to cackle.

Henry snickers.

Micheal groans louder. "Shut up the both of you."

Jeremy takes a deep breath. "I'm actually a fully trained doctor, but the brain damage kept me from actually becoming a doctor. Anyway, we did meet before you became a skeleton in a furry wet dream. Micheal and I went to high school together. I was that transfer kid."

"Oh, I can recall that. Things really blured together between the things that have happened." William shifts, staring down at Jeremy. "Why did you call me furry? Most of the fabric on me is ruined and surely not soft."

"Don't you fucking dare!" Micheal huffs pulling Jeremy back who had started to laugh again. "This was a fucking terrible idea."

"Micheal David Afton, watch your language. I don't care how old you are." William huffs.

"Wait, your middle name is David?" Jeremy stops laughing staring at Micheal.

"Yes." Micheal rubs his temples. "That isn't important. This was a mistake. I'm going to turn off the stream."

Henry holds up his hand. "Could you wait, Micheal? I would like William to answer some questions, and I'm sure your audience would like to know why you haven't set him on fire."

Micheal frowns but nods. "O-ok but nothing inappropriate."

Henry nods. "Go inside, Micheal. I can handle this. I told you I'm handy with electronics." He waves his cane. "That means you too, Jeremy."

.......

William sat back down in the grass. "So what Micheal said was true, people are watching through that... uh phone?"

Henry nods, pushing a chair in front of William. "Yes, technology has come quite far since we were kids."

"Why aren't you mad at me? Why haven't you tried to destroy me? Henry, I ruined your life." William seems to sink deeper into himself.

"Well, for one, I don't think you killed Charlie. You hurt her, but she did tell me she was breathing after you stumbled away to throw up." Henry puts his cane to his side as he sits. "And two Micheal told me Clara drank herself to death, and we both know that woman never touched a drop of alcohol in her life."

......

Micheal stared at the chat that was blowing up. His viewer count nearly tripled in the past 10 minutes. "I know I'm not listening in, but what do you think they are talking about."

"I think Henry may have confessed to your father, I mean, what else could the chat mean by plot twist." Jeremy sips on his water.

"That would be nice. I don't want Uncle Henry to have any regrets." Micheal hums. "Now the chats repeating conspiracy over and over."

"Ooo, maybe they are laughing about the myths from fazebear entertainment. I know you both get heated over the weird conspiracy people make." Jeremy hums. "Oh, they went back to plot twist... and huh, a few are asking about your siblings."

"We haven't found them." Micheal sighs. "I want to see them to just apologize, and...." He stares at the computer. "What the fuck does.... I'm going out there."

.......

"As I was saying, I could build you a new body, but I don't know if you could latch on." Henry stops. "Oh Micheal, what's wrong?"

"What are you two doing? The chat is going crazy." Micheal runs his gloves hands through his hair.

"Ah, I forgot the stream was on." Henry chuckles. "Ah, I'm just asking your father if I could build him a new body."

"I would like to fit in doorways again." William hums. "Also, I wonder if that would make the pain stop. Micheal, are you in pain all the time?"

Micheal sighs and rubs his arm. "I get phantom sensations, but I mostly lost my sense of touch. You did say you were in pain, but you still feel the springlocks?"

"The pain hasn't stopped since it happened." William shrugs. "I've mostly gotten used to it, and I deserve it for the kids I hurt. That's probably why I thought I was in hell. I don't sleep either. Why did you mention something about it not being night?"

Henry clears his throat. "The other kids stuck in animontrics, they are only active at night. I can only speak to Charlie at night. Oh, right, I haven't told you Charlie's in the puppet, and that's in my basement."

"I would like to apologize, but I don't fit inside any doorframe in your home." Willaim taps against his metal frame. "I uh, well could I stay in your shed? Anything wet makes the pain worse, and I don't want to risk rain. The hose was bad enough."

"Explains the screaming." Micheal mumbles.

"Yeah, I don't use that old shed anymore. I've got my own workshop." Henry smiles. "I think you should turn off your stream, Micheal."

Micheal nods and collects his phone, turning off the livestream. "Are you alright?"

"I do feel better." Henry smiles. "I'm about to get an earful from my sister any moment, though."

"Didn't know Jennifer was still alive." William huffs.

"She is, and she will be visiting." Henry hums.

"Oh joy...." William sighs, and Micheal knew he would be rolling his eyes if he could.

......

William pauses and looks over to his son. He isn't used to seeing him older, let alone a corspe. He wasn't much better. He was a pile of bones stuck in a golden Bonnie costume. "Micheal?"

Micheal looks up from his laptop. "What is it?"

"What have I missed? Henry and I have talked after your video, but I still haven't talked to you." William shifts trying to make himself smaller in the cramped shed.

Micheal shuts his laptop. He turned his attention outside to the pouring rain. They were both stuck in the shed. He was protecting himself from mold, and his father was trying to avoid more pain. He felt awful that his father was in constant pain even if he was just bones. "I don't sleep anymore, and besides using my chest cavity as a pocket, nothing much has changed. I work for Uncle Henry, I got back with Jeremy, and I uh stuck to my skills with crafts and drawings. I apologize for throwing you into a live stream. It's become a way for me to process major events or emotions since I can't really see a therapist. Well, I can, but I don't want to bother Gareth."

"I didn't know Jennifer's son became a psychologist." William sighs it's like a raspy wheeze. "How do you cope with this? I don't feel as if I'm just bones. I still am in pain all the time, but I've gotten used to it. Can you still feel?"

Micheal shrugs. "Kind of? Everything is muted. Phantom sensations are the majority of what I feel, oddly however everything I use to fix myself will turn purple even if it's a different color. I don't know. I don't understand how I'm still around, but you are in the same position as I am. I honestly don't know how I can still talk so well. My tongue rotted off ages ago. This thing is a piece of leather I added texture to."

If William could make a face, he would make one of horror. "Micheal, I'm sorry. I don't know who wrote you that letter to go, but I'm sorry. You don't deserve to be wrapped up in this, and you don't deserve to be like this."

Micheal gives a hollow laugh. "I deserve this, I'm the reason Evan never grew up. I was supposed to protect him, and instead, I got him killed. I know I should stop blaming myself, but I can't help it. I know I was just 13, but still, he had a better chance at life than I ever did, and so did Lizzie. I haven't really accomplished anything, I'm just trying to set them free, and even then, I really suck at it."

William places a heavy hand on Micheal's shoulder. "Micheal, that's enough. It's not healthy for either of us to dwell on what could have been. I regret my actions heavily, and well, if I could, I would have chosen my first option, then the second. Suicide would beat this outcome. At least in hell I won't be cold."

Micheal frowns and pulls his knees to his chest after he puts his laptop to the side. "I know Lizzie was your favorite out of all of us, and Evan was a close second. I don't blame you for leaving when I was the only one left."

"You're wrong." William pauses and internally cringes hearing stitching snap from Micheal. "Does that hurt?"

"Not really, but Jeremy will be mad. He appointed himself to fix me. He really doesn't have to waste his time on me." Micheal sighs, hugging his knees. "Uncle Henry tries, but he's getting older and refuses to finally rest, and he can't handle to care for me. Neither of them will let me try to finally end it with fire. I don't know why I stay around. It's not like I'm good for anything but rotting."

William, without a word and knocking over shelves, picks up his son. He holds him against his large frame, hoping the rotted fabric is enough comfort.

....

"Mr. Emily said, "You both are still in here." Jeremy opens the shed door. "The storm ended hours ago. Well, it ended yesterday, but who's keeping track?" He stops staring at both pairs of glowing eyes. "I'll get your glue gun. Mr. Afton, you have to be careful. Micheal is quite fragile even if he doesn't feel it, which makes it more dangerous."

Micheal blinks and finally moves his laptop aside and sees bones poking out from his chest and legs. "Shit, I have to restitch that."

William adjusts himself that Micheal slides off of him. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Father, I told you I don't really feel anything anymore. However, this will need more than hot glue." Micheal stands up, and his bones in his leg seem to click back in place. "Huh, that's a new noise. Anyway, it's not important, I'll fix myself up, and you can help me make a video on the immortal and the restless. You have like 40 years to catch up on I only gave you the basics."

"Oh, ew, you still watch that soap opera." Jeremy raised his brow.

"Of course I do." Micheal huffs, trying to walk forward his knees go backward, and he falls on his face. "Ok I may of fucked myself up more then I thought."

"I'll get Mr. Emily." Jeremy sighs. "I would say that he shouldn't lift anything heavy, but he's got bigger muscles than my skull."

William helps pull Micheal back to his feet and waits until Jeremy has gotten out of earshot. "Micheal, how long have you've been falling apart?"

"I've been slacking, but it corrects itself after I put fishing wire in my bones. I just thought that since I have a lot of flesh left on my legs, I could wait. I'm wrong, which isn't surprising. My broken legs never healed from the scooping incident, and Ennard filling in my insides, obviously breaking bone to fit." Micheal sighs. "Don't tell Uncle Henry about earlier, please. He doesn't have to worry about me."

"As your father, you know I can't do that, but I suppose I can wait till you're inside with Jeremy."

"Fine." Micheal huffs.

"Also, we aren't done talking about your mental health." William pulls Micheal higher, and his legs dangle, which is impressive since he is 6ft 3 inches.

"Then you have to tell me what you talked about with Uncle Henry on my live stream." Micheal sighs.

"I can do that." William hums softly. "You're quite light."

"Father, I'm quite literally skin and bone." Micheal rolls his eyes even if nobody could tell.

.....

"Hey, I know it's been what like two months since my last video that I've been in." Micheal sighs his leathery purple rot seems to be smoother and more put together he still looks like a corpse, but it's better than before.

Micheal stands up, showing off his new robotic legs. "Uncle Henry and father had to build me new legs. My bones are still in there, but it's mostly mechanical now. Turns out the damage from ennard breaking my bones was way worse than I imagined, and it only took one tight hug to completely ruin them for good. I honestly wouldn't mind a wheelchair but Uncle Henry insisted, and to be honest, he is building an entire replica of me basically with synthetic flesh and everything. I can't exactly stop him, but I don't know if I'll take it. However, oddly enough, I can feel again in my legs, at least. It's really weird, but I'm not opposed to it, and Jeremy has been having run testing it out."

Micheal sits back down. "Soon, maybe you'll see me as I was when I was alive, probably. Uncle Henry is doing the same for my father, but they aren't a couple yet. I'll do another livestream soon to really get into the nitty gritty, but I didn't want to worry anyone on why I haven't been in videos. Also, I'm not dead in any way that truly matters."

A person clearing their voice is heard before Jeremy comes into view. "Ignore his depressive episode we're working on that. Besides, he can feel on his legs now, which is fun. I can't wait till..." He is cut off as the video is ended.

.......

Henry hums, retracting his measuring tape. "So you're actually supposed to be 6ft 6 inches, which is fine. I just have to adjust some measurements. Your spine got pretty compressed, and a few are pulverized, hence why you lost height."

"Can I get up now?" Micheal sighs, laying on the table.

"Not quite. My I haven't been this excited for a project since I built the puppet for Charlie." Henry hums. "How are the new legs treating you?"

"They're fine. I'm trying to get used to feeling things again, but it's alright. I'm happy my bones are still being used in a sense, even if it's just for my sanity. I should thank my father for the final push." Micheal smiles softly. "Promise you aren't listening to Jeremy about the other parts."

"Micheal, he's a medical professional." Henry sighs, helping Micheal turn to be on his back. "Also, just because I'm good with machines doesn't mean I'm good with biology. You have the right to feel normal even if you're not comfortable talking about the finer details."

Micheal frowns and looks away. "I know I just. Uncle Henry, you're like my second dad, and I don't think you would want to speak to your father about things like this."

Henry pauses, scratching his beard. "I wouldn't actually know about that. I never knew my father. Jen taught me the important stuff, and I filled in the blanks with experience."

"I.... fuck that explains a lot actually." Micheal sighs at his uncle's confused expression. "Never mind, but you should help my father first. I don't exactly understand how or why you both are back on best terms, but he's the one stuck in the spring lock suit and is in constant pain."

"He insited I help you first." Henry smiles. "You can sit up now. I actually wanted to start with Charlie, but she threw a tantrum when I suggested taking her out of the puppet. I tried to reason with her, but I made the puppet for her, and she likes to be tall."

Micheal chuckles. "Glad to know she hasn't changed much. She's as stubborn as I remember."

Henry smiles brightly. "I suppose she does get that from me, but still, I would like to spend time with her without the need of videos. Maybe I can just install a voice box." He hums. "No, I have to focus you first then, Charlie, since I don't know how to fix your father. Once you get a working body, you're going to help me dismantle that spring lock suit."

"Alright, I'm fine with that. I do have a request." Micheal hugs his chest. "Can you make my hair long?"

"Of course I can." Henry chuckles. "I remember how you had it as a teen."

....

"Henry, you should be asleep." William was crouched down in a corner of the shed staring at his old friend.

"I'm not tired." Henry says, yawning.

"Henry, you're one of the few of us who can still sleep. Don't waste it." William tilts his head as Henry approaches him. "What are you doing?"

"I have to test this." Henry peels the rotten fabric away and then starts to remove the plating, and finally, he unscrew the spring locks.

"Test what?" William's voice glitches and gives silent suddenly.

Henry holds his old friends skull in his hands as the suit falls back motionless. "Fascinating." He holds the skull up to his face. "I wonder if this will work." He gets out of the shed skull under his arm. "Now I apologize William, I can not hear you if you are coming with me, but you did want to talk to Charlie, and I won't have you wreck my home trying to get inside the basement. I took the liberty of setting up a camera and recording a video to review what is said. Don't worry, I won't let Micheal watch unless you ok it." He sighs as he heads inside and down the stairs. "Micheal's with Jeremy at the hospital helping out the kids. He's become sort of an icon for the kids, and he's helping today with the many who are getting prosthetic limbs. Ah, right, you don't know about the hospital stuff. You can ask Micheal about it when I put you back. Now Charlie, be nice to your uncle he's a skull at the moment, but he does want to talk to you. I'll be upstairs and please use the radio I gave you if you want to talk. I'm old, my darling, and I can't rush back and forth from the stairs as often as you like." He places the skull down next to the puppet box. "Goodnight, both of you."

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #micheal afton #henry emily #william afton #michael afton #jeremy fritzgerald #charlie emily

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butlersxbirdy · 2 years

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i have another prompt for Mafia Wife x Daddy!Austin :

okay hear me out: one day Mafia Wife wakes up and she is super horny and it lasts all day. like she absolutely cannot get enough of Daddy Austin.

it doesn’t matter where they are,(public or not, around friends or not) if she feels even a little turned on, she’s seeking out her daddy to fix it . she’s whiny, fussy, and turned on all day until they finally go to sleep.

You Light My Morning Sky

Interlude: When You Move I'm Brought To Mind Of Something So Flawed and Free

Warnings: color system, pussy spanks, orgasm withholding, orgasm denial, smut, mentions of toys, smut, Daddy/Princess

Austin awoke on the morning of his costume fitting for Bikeriders feeling disoriented. Something was moving against his leg; Something that sounded and smelled like his Mafia Wife. He opens his eyes, and sure enough, you had woken before him, and were riding his thigh. He bit his lip, torn between two options; he could push you down on to the mattress and fuck you, or he could punish you for getting off without his permission.

"What's going on, Princess? Do you wanna ask before using Daddy as a sex toy?" He asks, voice rough with sleep. You look up at him, and his mouth instantly goes dry. He hasn't seen that look in a long time. You're not trying to tease him; you're in a frenzy. In heat, is the only accurate way for him to describe it. You sometimes got in these moods, and each time, he proved absolutely incapable of telling you no. He looks down at the feverish way your hips move over him. His thigh is glistening with your juices, your eyes are glazed over, breaths coming fast. He reaches a hand between you to play with your clit, and he moans at the loud, desperate keening his touch draws from you. You're drenched and your clit is swollen with desire. You whine and grind against him.

"Daddy..." you beg. "I need your cock, my pussy aches," you whimper. His nostrils flare as he takes in the scent of your arousal, and he spreads your legs. His eyes fixate on your dripping core, and he licks his lips, before he shoves three fingers into you.

"I'm sorry, who's pussy?" He asks, looking at you with warning in his eyes.

"Yours! Fuck, Daddy, your pussy," you cry, bucking your hips, trying for more contact.

"Good girl," He chuckles and pulls his fingers out, licking them clean before he pushes you off him entirely.

"You're so slutty, little Mama... want Daddy to fuck a baby into you?" He asks, hand pressing down onto your stomach. You whine and arch into him.

"Daddy... please..." you beg. "Hurts... need it so bad!" You cry and he sees that you actually are crying. His eyes darken, and he presses his tip to your entrance, but no more than that. His fingers dance around your clit but he doesn't give in the way you are so desperate for.

"I can see that... you want this? Want me to fuck you?" He teases. Your body trembles and you look at him, eyes wide and wild.

"I need it... please, Daddy, I'll be so so good," you whine and he smirks as he pulls away.

"I think I'm gonna go make some coffee, sweetheart. If you're a good girl and let Daddy have some coffee, you'll get a treat, okay?" He smirks. You wiggle beneath him and he pulls completely away from you so you can't feel the head of his cock or his fingers anymore. You know its the best offer you're likely to get, so you nod.

"Okay Daddy, I'll be good," you nod and he shakes his head, before giving you a sweet, loving kiss.

"I love you so much, Baby. What's your color, you gonna be okay?" He asks, rubbing your thighs soothingly, trying to help get the blood flowing elsewhere so you're not in as much discomfort. He's not indifferent to the fact that you had no idea you'd wake up like this, and he does want to make sure you're okay. The love you feel for this man is overwhelming at times, and you can't help but smile and stroke his cheek and his hair a little; just to touch him is enough.

"I'll be okay, Daddy, green. Thank you," you squeeze his hand and you get up with him, whining as your legs press together. Austin looks you up and down and gives you a loving look.

"You woke up like this, huh Princess?" He asks, and when you nod, he looks you up and down before sneaking up on you, picking you up and smacking your ass.

"Daddy!" You yelp and wiggle. He bites your thigh closest to his face and chuckles at the moan the pain elicits.

"I love how responsive you are like this," he praises you. You whine again and wiggle until you're able to wrap your legs around him, and when you're face to face, he kisses you, gently biting your lip.

"Gotta have my hands free for this part," he says playfully when he places you on the counter in the kitchen next to where he's working. He grabs some stuff from the freezer and from the cupboard, and he kisses you before he starts cutting fruit.

"How about Daddy makes you some tea, and I'll have a pineapple smoothie?" He asks, winking at you. You respond by spreading your legs and tilting your hips, until you can press your slick folds against the marble. You shiver and rock forward, but he catches you. He shakes his head, clicking his tongue disapprovingly, and his firm hands push you back. Austin looks up at you with dark eyes, and his tongue darts out to lick the countertop where you were shamelessly attempting to get friction. Your panties are soaked through, there might as well be nothing between your heat and the cold surface, and Austin looks up at you.

"Everytime I have to clean up after you is a lick I don't give that dripping, empty, needy little pussy of mine," he growls. "You going to be a good girl like you promised? Daddy wants to taste good for you like you do for him, can I make my smoothie now, or do you wanna keep trying to cum without me?" He asks, and you know he means business.

"I'll be good for real, Daddy, I'm sorry," you pout and he runs his fingers through your wet folds hungrily.

"Your orgasms are mine. All this goodness," he shows you his slick fingers, "is mine. That pussy between your legs is mine. And good girls don't touch what doesn't belong to them," he grunts, barely holding back. He's turning himself on as much as he's driving you wild, and he has no intention of stopping. You nod, but you arch your back in a way that absolutely betrays your insatiable craving for him. He rolls his eyes and leaves you there, finishing making breakfast while you try, and mostly succeed in keeping still. He smirks at your occasional squirming, but he's able to successfully make himself a smoothie and you some tea.

"You hungry, baby?" He asks absently. He's focusing on other things on purpose and it's driving you crazy. You want to scream and cry until he fucks you, but you shake your head.

"Not now, Daddy, but thank you for asking," you say politely, and sip your tea. His eyes brighten and his face widens in a soft, sweet smile. He has been hard since this morning, and you trying to look so sweet when he knows the need is clawing at you is all the push he needs to give in.

"What a sweet girl. I think you've earned a treat, being so good for me," he murmurs softly, coming over to brush his lips against your bare stomach. You shiver and lay still as he tugs your panties down. You hardly dare to believe you'll get what you need until he pulls you to the edge of the counter. He turns you over in such a way that is meant to mimic brutal rough control, but he guards any part of you that could get hurt against the hard surface of the counter. His tenderness makes you smile and he leans in to kiss the base of your spine.

"Color?" He asks softly. You feel his hard cock press against your ass and you bite back a moan.

"Green," you encourage him. He kisses your neck lovingly, then the air is still for a split second before he grips your hair and slams into you from behind.

"Such a whore," he growls as he jackhammers into you. You scream his name, wanting to touch him but you're too preoccupied with gripping the smooth countertop for purchase to keep you grounded to the earth. The delicious heat between your legs combined with Austin taking you so roughly is making it hard for you to focus on being upright, and you just collapse against the counter. Austin moans and smacks your ass while he plows you fast and hard from behind, and the impact pushes you over the edge you've been on since you woke up. You cum hard, squirting all over Austin, and he moans.

"Fuck... so hot, gushing all over my cock like a greedy little slut.." he grunts, speeding up his thrusts.

"Daddy! Fuck!" You whine, and you feel your walls tighten around him as he pulls out, turns you over, lifts you up, and slams you down on his cock, pressing your back against the counter. He thrusts hard three times, then cums inside you with a broken moan. "Fuck.. Princess... take it..." he grunts, and he holds you both as your jointed bodies slowly slide to the floor. You cum yet again when you accidentally land on him in such a way that his half hard length slams against your g spot, and the sensitivity combined with pleasure pushes a sob from your throat.

"Oh! God, Daddy!" You whine, muscles clamping down on him. His eyes are glazed over and he looks at you, panting.

"Baby, you're just... look at you," he says in wonder. You look at him and he pulls you into a kiss.

"I love you, Daddy... I don't know why I'm so whiny and desperate today, but I appreciate you being so generous with your orgasms," you hum, and he bites his lip.

"Oh, my god, you make me just..." he trails off, kissing you again while he massages your scalp. "I gripped you kind of hard, baby girl, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" He asks and you nod.

"Feels good Daddy," you smile, looking at him lovingly. You tentatively cuddle into his chest and he chuckles.

"I love it when my girl wants to cuddle, come here, Baby," he coos and you make a soft happy noise. "We should get off the floor soon though, Princess," he whispers against your hair, and you nod.

"Why do you have to go anywhere, Daddy? Why can't you stay here?" You whine and he bites back a moan.

"You're still not sated are you, little Mafia Wife?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"No, Daddy, I still want you," your face burns with shame and he soothes you with a kiss.

"Don't be embarrassed," he assures you. "If you think I'm gonna shame you for needing my dick, you're so wrong it's funny," he smiles. He shifts so he can lay more comfortably, and you get on top of him so he can't move away.

"Ohhh," he coos and kisses you, holding your hips. "My needy baby girl... Daddy's not going anywhere," he promises with another kiss, this one more lasting. The kiss alone has you feeling uncomfortably needy and sticky with want.

"I know, Daddy. I love you so much... need you..." you whine, and he smirks.

"Can you cum from me cleaning you up?" He asks and you perk up instantly.

"Yes!" You kiss him hungrily, rolling your hips against him. "Please, Daddy, want your mouth," you beg and he chuckles.

"Okay, baby... lay still now," he lays you on your back and spreads your legs. He doesn't waste any time in attaching his lips to your clit, before plunging his tongue inside you and cleaning the mix of both of you from your folds. He even laps a little at your thighs, which feels good but doesn’t satisfy the empty ache in your core.

"Daddy..." you beg and he looks up at you.

"You said you could cum from me cleaning you up. Good girls keep their promises," he growls and when you whine but nod.

"Yes, Daddy," you say sweetly. He bites your thigh once and laps at your folds, running his tongue over your entrance and your clit in rapid succession. The heat in your belly tightens and threatens to explode, and you whine in frustration. He gives in and sucks hard on your clit, and that's all it takes for the gentle waves of your third orgasm to wash over you and pull you under.

Everything is fuzzy now; the only thing grounding you is Austin. His arms holding you tight. His eyes, like a warm spotlight. His voice, praising you and showering you with love. His hands, massaging your body head to toe, until you come back to yourself.

"Hi, Baby," he whispers, and kisses your cheek, then your lips.

"Hi Daddy," you sigh and he picks you up bridal style.

"We gotta shower and go, Princess. I have a costume fitting and I don't trust you not to touch that pussy while I'm gone," he nuzzles you and you nod.

"You just miss having me there working with you," you tease and he blushes, setting you down in the bathroom and hugging you close.

"I do, I hate being away from you. Especially when you're like this," he winks and you shake your head. He turns on the water and gets you under the warm spray.

"My good girl... so sweet..." he hums. "Even when you're a slut. Any dick will do when you're like this, isn't that right baby?" He teases, smirking at you. You shake your head and your cheeks burn. You rest a hand on the back of his neck and draw him close.

"I only have ever gotten like this with you, Daddy, it's only you," you say in a whisper and he knows you're serious. Instantly his words and his touch are more tender.

"My Mafia Wife, needy for her Daddy," he croons, hand on your belly. "Don't you worry, I'll fill you up as much as I can, but we gotta focus today, baby," he assures you and you blush, clinging to him. He cleans you up and washes your hair before getting himself clean as well, and when you're both clean, he makes sure you're wrapped up tight in a soft towel. You dry yourself off while watching him wrap a towel around his waist and you come up behind him. Your hands squeeze his waist and rub his toned stomach and chest, worshipping every inch of him you can touch. He smiles down at you, looking into your eyes.

"What are you up to, Princess?" He asks and your hands drop to his ass, squeezing him and tugging him closer.

"You're so gorgeous... and your skin is so soft..." you purr. He blushes and kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth. His nimble hands remove your towel, and he cups your breasts tenderly then more roughly.

"God, you're beautiful...but baby, we gotta go, we can't..." he groans and you pout, holding onto him.

"I want you though," you whine. "Daddy, I'm so fucking horny, only you can fix it, only you can feel how much I need it," you beg and he steps back.

"Baby, I'm sorry, we gotta get dressed. You gonna let me dress you?" He asks, and you nod, melting into him as his hand presses agaist your throat. The heat in your belly comes to life again and you whimper.

"Good girl. I want you good and wet for me while I'm trying on my costumes," his voice is low and full of desire, and you nod.

"I'll be good, I promise. I'll be so wet and needy for you, you're gonna want me to sit on a towel," you giggle and his dom mask drops a little with a laugh, rolling his eyes.

"You're so funny," he smiles at you. "God, I love you, Come here," he gives you a tight hug and kisses your shoulder. "Go sit on the bed now like a good girl, Daddy's gonna get your outfit," he hums when he releases you from the hug, and you blush. You do as he asks, though its difficult to obey. You feel absolutely feral, but you don't want to bother him or make him late for his fitting. He comes back fully dressed in loose jeans and a t shirt with a sweater; his basic cozy photoshoot day clothes that you loved. You press your thighs together and he raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, baby. Here's how this is gonna go. We're leaving the house. You get three strikes, and then you're getting a punishment. I brought you some clothes, can you let me dress you?" He asks and you nod. His dominant side makes you melt on an average day, but this was something else. You let him maneuver you as he puts a pair of crotchless panties on you, a strapless bra, and a pretty floral dress with tie straps that you haven't worn in awhile.

"This okay, baby?" He asks and you smile.

"I haven't worn this in so long," you blush and he kisses your neck.

"I know, you should wear it more often. You look beautiful," his eyes brighten when he looks into yours, and you nuzzle in close, starved for contact.

He combs your hair after dressing you, and puts a little bit of makeup on you.

"Daddy, you're spoiling me, I wanna make you feel good," you whine and try to get into his lap. He holds your hips firmly.

"You can have a small treat on the way to the photoshoot if you don't do that again," he growls and you shiver, arching into his touch but otherwise relenting. He puts some high heeled sandals on you and kisses your ankles before helping you up. "I have to say, you are the most tempting thing I've ever seen. Too bad Daddy has to work," he smirks playfully as you leave the house. He elects to drive himself today, and you sit in the passenger seat trying not to misbehave. Your belly feels hollow and your core throbs, all feelings that could be cured by Austin's cock.

You pout and wiggle beside him, while he pretends not to notice. His hands grip the steering wheel and he turns the music up, jaw clenching as he remains willfully ignorant to your predicament.

"Daddy, you said I could have a treat," you whine, squirming. "Please!"

"Treats are for girls who aren't being fussy and whiny," he says sharply, biting his lip. You frown, and keep squirming, but you keep still when his hand grips your thigh.

"Keep still, Princess. Daddy doesn't fuck girls who can't obey."

You whine and growl in frustration, and you buck your hips, but you don't speak to him. You know you're driving him crazy with your insatiable need for hin, and it makes it all the more thrilling thinking about how hard he's working to stay focused.

"Jeff is only in town for today, Baby, this is the only time we get to do this before we all head out to Cincinnati," he explains more gently as he parks in the spot marked for him, close to the New Regency Studio door.

The tension returns as you walk through the hall to where the costumes were being created.

"Okay, baby girl, this is it. Daddy's working. You will cum harder than you have ever cum in your life if you can just behave for this," he begs and you nod.

"I know, Daddy. I'll be good," you promise and kiss him gently but briefly. He grins and walks in the door, hand in yours, and Jeff Nichols waves you both in.

"Austin, come on in! And Y/n, I'm so glad you're here," he says warmly and you smile.

"Good to see you again," you smile. "I've promised Austin I'll be nice even though you're taking him away from me," you joke, and Jeff laughs. Austin does too, but his hand squeezes your ass harshly. You keep it together though, and you allow yourself to be shown the way to a low couch. It faces the mirror and you immediately have trouble finding the fine line between pressing your legs too tight together and keeping your legs so far apart that Austin could be distracted.

They start him in the 60's attire his character will wear before the gang is a gang, and you can't honestly say it's not doing things to you. You keep squirming and squeezing your legs together, audibly whining a few times but you blame it on a headache coming on. Austin looks at you in the mirror sharply, and looks at one of the studio hands flitting in and out.

"Can we pause, I want to get her some water and an asprin," he asks. The studio hand he asks is a very pretty girl, and she smiles, flipping her hair when she looks at him. You're not sure why, but this stirs something inside you, your need for him combining with blinding red rage. Austin doesn't even notice her, instead keeping his eyes on you. He sees your shaky legs and helps you stand, and when he does catch on to her attention, he keeps you so close to him the both of you can barely walk. She bites her tongue and shows you to a bathroom with a medicine cabinet.

"Everything is in here," she says and leaves quickly. He locks the door, caging you in with his arms after spinning you around and pressing your back to his chest.

"Bend over," he growls, but he's smirking. The anticipation is too much, you immediately do as he asks, which makes him growl as he shoves your legs apart and yanks your dress up. "Good girl. Color?" He asks and you look at him over your shoulder.

"Green, Daddy, please..." you moan and he nods.

"Good girl," he kisses the base of your spine and then delivers 4 harsh smacks to your pussy. You scream out and then as quickly as the noise leaves you, you go silent and your legs give out as you cum just from the impact on your clit. He catches you around your waist and pulls your back to his chest so he can hold you close, rubbing your clit tenderly through your orgasm. When you come down, you feel a bit of real relief from the torture and you kiss him.

"Thank you Daddy," you sigh and he cups your face, gently gripping your jaw as he kisses you feverishly, all tongue and desperation.

"Don't thank me yet, baby. You need to be good until we're done, and you're gonna have hell to pay when we get home," he smirks and he hands you a bottle of water before leading you out of the room. While you're walking back, the studio assistant who had flirted with Austin walks past and smiles at him again, and you just can't take it. You push Austin against the wall of the narrow hallway and kiss him, hard. He makes a noise of surprise but then he returns the kiss enthusiastically. Your lips travel down to his neck and you suck a mark onto the soft skin there, and one on the hollow of his throat. That spot being kissed and marked has him bucking his hips and letting out a deep, grunting moan. You pull away and look him in the eyes.

"Daddy is mine," you purr and he smiles at you through heavily lidded eyes.

"And Princess is mine," he says softly, pulling you into another, softer kiss. You melt against him and fight the urge to drop to your knees and suck him right then and there. He sees the thoughts in your head and gives you a fond but exasperated look, and leads you back into the costume room.

Kelli, the costume consultant, comes in with the last round of outfits after about another hour of pure torture, and the sight of Austin in leather pants and a tight white shirt doesn't help. Austin can sense the tension from you, and his eyes keep flicking back to you. You squirm and you look at him defiantly. His leather clad legs and strong back visible through a tight white t shirt are doing things to you and you want to ride his thigh so badly. When Jeff and Kelli leave the room to look for a missing piece, you can't keep quiet any longer.

"Daddy, I wanna cum..." you whine softly, squirming and tugging at your dress. He looks at you sharply.

"You know the rules, Princess. Would you like to go to the car by yourself? I can handcuff you to the seat so you can't touch yourself," he glares and you pout.

"Daddy, I'd do anything, please," your voice cracks and you pout.

"You're so fussy," he clicks his tongue disapprovingly at you nonchalantly. "What do you think of the costume, Mamas?" He asks, looking at you in the mirror, not directly. He needs you now, needs your opinion.

"I genuinely think you look absolutely amazing, and even if I wasn't already going crazy I'd want you to fuck me so hard I pass out," you snap, and cross your legs so you can press your thighs together. "How much longer do we have to be here?" You whine, and he shoots you a look directly.

"We will be here, as long as we need to be here," he growls.

His words end up falling flat however, when Jeff comes back into the room.

"Alright Austin, we have a few more things to put together, but for now you can go," he says with a kind smile.

You fight back a laugh and he gives you a look that tells you how much trouble you're in. He gets changed into his own clothes slowly, drawing out the process of tormenting you. You try to wait patiently for him to allow you to get up, and when he does with a flick of his wrist, you stand on shaky legs. He helps you up and holds your hand, making an appointment to come back and finish up when the director would be available to look at everything. You say your goodbyes, and when you walk out the door, Austin looks at you.

"Are you proud of yourself? I almost made a mess of those leather pants," he growls and you giggle. He smacks your ass after he opens the car door for you, and he kisses you when he gets in too.

"I love you Mamas," he hums, and you smile, squeezing your thighs together.

"I love you most, Daddy," you smile, gently tugging his hair a little, trying fo drive him crazy. He sees your movements and his eyes darken.

He peels out of the lot, jaw clenching and one hand on the wheel just like Elvis. You moan and sneak a hand beneath your dress but he catches it and pushes it away.

"You can try that all you want, baby, but remember, when we get home I can just shove a toy into you and let you squirt like a garden hose while I finish up some things I need to do," he says casually, but you can tell he's frustrated.

"But I want your cock, Daddy," you whine. "It doesn't feel nearly as good if you're not cumming with me, filling me up," you pout. "Especially since you didn't do anything about the girl smiling at you," your tone turns particularly petulant, and Austin looks at you.

"Are you kidding? I kissed you, I held you, I know she heard me making you cum," he retorts. "What was I supposed to do, fuck you in front of her?"

"Maybe you should have," your pout turns into a scowl. Something about feeling like this always ends up turning your mood a little sour, and Austin is prepared for it. He knows what you need. Luckily you're almost home so he can give it to you. He remains silent the rest of the way home and you're genuinely worried you may have upset him. Despite all your talks of trust lately, and all the work you'd both done, you had gotten jealous. You were sure it was part of whatever was driving you crazy today, but still. Austin was a good man, and loved you so much. You knew that. Still, when you pull into the garage, you don't know what to expect. He opens the door for you silently, and doesn't say a word. He remains quiet the entire time you're in the elevator, and when you get inside your apartment, he grabs your hips from behind. You purr and lean back into his touch, feeling the wetness between your legs increase. He pushes you to the vanity table in your room and bends you over in front of the mirror so you can see both of your reflections. His scowl is betrayed by his eyes, which are bright and alive with want when he looks at you. He keeps his eyes on you as he unbuckles his pants to free his hard length. He looks like a tamed stallion; cool on the surface but absolutely feral just beneath the exterior. You want to beg him to do something, but you want to see where this is going. He doesn't disappoint. His muscles ripple beneath his skin as he roughly pushes into you from behind, hand on your hair to keep you still.

"Look at yourself," he grunts and his hands wander to the front of your dress, pulling it off of you over your head quickly. "Look at how good I fill you up, your tits bouncing for me... tell me why I'd want anyone else..." he moans, then stops talking abruptly as you tighten around him, your orgasm coming in pulses as Austin keeps rapidly pounding into you. You can't even speak with how much you are feeling, and you keep your eyes on his in the mirror as he begins to lose control.

"Fuck! So tight, Princess... God!" He howls, and he keeps jackhammering into you until he cums, hard, and you feel his hips jerk and his body convulse with pleasure as he spills inside you. He immediately lifts you off the vanity, his legs shaking, and he pushes you onto the bed.

"Daddy!" You yelp. He shoves your legs apart and lays down between them. He looks absolutely destroyed; his lips are bitten, cheeks flushed, and his limbs shake. None of this stops him from plunging his tongue into your pussy and rubbing his thumb roughly over your clit. Your hand flies to his hair and pulls roughly as your hips buck up to ride his tongue. He lets out a low moan against your core and curls his tongue inside you. The coil of heat that's been present in your belly all day flares and tightens fast, and you barely have time to cry out, "Daddy!" before you're gushing all over his face. He makes a triumphant noise as he licks you clean, gripping your thighs roughly as he laps at your folds and the inside of your thighs. When he's done he crawls up your body and kisses you with so much love, devotion, and ownership, that you practically turn into a puddle.

He collapses, panting, beside you and looks into your eyes, searching for something.

"Can you calm the fuck down now?" He asks breathlessly, and you laugh, also pretty breathless yourself. He kisses your neck sloppily, and you cuddle in close.

"I think you did it, Daddy, you fucked me calm," you hum and he nods.

"And the jealousy?" He asks, looking at you. "I thought we were past this, Y/n."

"I know. We are. I think it was that I was so desperate for you, and she looked at you like I look at you, and I just.." you blush. "I needed to make it clear who's Daddy you are," you explain and he nods.

"I find it so sexy and adorable that my Princess is protective of what we have," his voice is soft and he smiles at you, resting against the pillows and holding you.

"I only get so horny because it's you I'm eager for," you blush and he gently boops your nose.

"I think you're excited for the wedding, and it's putting you in heat," he purrs and you giggle.

"Maybe..." you bite your lip, and he runs his thumb over the pink flesh when it slips free from your teeth.

"Can we try getting some work done?" He asks and you blush and nod.

Later that night, Austin reads Raymond Carver to you while you sit still on his cock, listening closely to his voice.

"You ready for bed, Baby?" He asks, rubbing your stomach slowly. You nod, fighting sleep though every nerve in your body is a live wire.

"Yeah, Daddy, I'm tired," you whine and he kisses you softly. He sets the book aside and lays you down on the bed.

"Need to cum?" He asks, and you nod.

"Yeah..." you whine, feeling needy again. He rolls his hips, pressing down on your stomach so he can feel his cock inside you, and your eyes slide back in your head. He is everything, and he is everywhere. His gaze is adoring, and his hands worship you silently. He is in you; in your cervix, practically in your lungs, and you find your body molds perfectly to accommodate his always impressive size.

"Daddy... Austin... more..." you whimper brokenly, and when his lips attach to your nipple at the same tjme his thrusts deepen, you feel that heat rising in your belly yet again. It never gets old, feeling needed by him, and you relish the soft approach of this orgasm. It hits you gently, and then all at once; you're clamping down on him and lost in a pleasure haze before you even feel the heat begin to spread. Your toes curl and your grip on him tightens. He pumps you full of him, painting your insides with cum with a cry of your name, and when he's through, he pulls out gently. He scoops you up and takes you to the bathroom and you frown.

"Daddy, you're not gonna clean me up like you usually do?" You ask, tracing his lips so he catches your meaning. He shakes his head as he sets you down in the shower and grabs the detachable head.

"Gotta take good care of my pussy, today has been a lot, you need to be cleaned thoroughly and you have to go pee before we go to bed," he commands gently. You lean down to kiss him softly and nuzzle him a little.

"I love you, Daddy. Austin," you smile, so wide your face hurts. He cups your face in his hands and looks at you like nothing else exists for him.

"I love you too, Y/n, my princess," his voice is soft but full of adoration, and you can't help but sit back and let this patient man who loves you, pamper you and hold you all night long.

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The Same Stuff

Title: The Same Stuff

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader (First Person)

Word Count: 6,320

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Age Gap (10 Years), Mentions of Death, Probably poorly written, not enough plot to justify the ending.

Disclaimer: I do not own Clint Barton, or anything related to Marvel within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.

I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.

You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that contains mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.

Life has been swimming past me since I was seventeen. All of the choices I have made, things I have accomplished, life I have lived were made in some sort of fugue state. I was there, I know that for sure, but one day- today- at twenty-four, I "woke up". I was no longer treading just to stay afloat. And maybe that would be okay, to wake up from a muddled dream to actually feel like my life was back in my control, if I hadn't found myself in this situation. A job interview for a position I am well underqualified for and applied to when I was too stoned to think of the crushing anxiety that I might have to endure for such a task. How hard could being a personal assistant be, anyway?

I sit in a beautiful lobby, every part sparkling clean in the sunlight that drifts in through the wall of windows. I am completely underdressed, the dirt that has been worked into the threads of my jeans over years of wear is now meeting the white suede of the couch beneath me. Jeans, for a start, did not belong among the group of people I find myself in. Each person dressed in their business best, hoping to impress the interviewer and intimidate each other. My choice of jeans and long waffle shirt has earned more than their fair share of eyerolls. I wonder what they would say if they knew I washed my clothes at a laundromat.

I look down to my boots, the crumbling mud falling onto the pristine marble floor. I can't help but muster a laugh at the sight. I have no briefcase, unlike the other interviewees, let alone any paperwork to hold.

The bag I do carry is old, patches and visible mending holding it together. It was once my mother's, made for her by a man she worked with during what she called the Kermis days. As if the word spiced up what day to day life actually was for the two of us. We spent many hours under the big top, mending costumes and tending to the performers, most never knowing a life without her, or me, as I held tightly to her skirts, afraid to lose her in the shuffle.

I remember how she used to cut their hair with swift movements of her scissors, and the way she used to tend to their blisters and new forming scars with careful touches of homemade salve. I dreamed of the smell night after night, the clover mixing with the leftover firework smoke, powdery and full. During the Kermis days, we never had to worry about the clothes we adorned our body with or the way in which we presented, all of the thoughts busied on the performers as they were sewn into their tight costumes.

I left that life at seventeen, and life seemed to drift away from me. I loaded into a van with a couple of the token "gypsy girls" the derogatory term never escaping them for as long as they worked under that tent. We made our money reading tarot out of the back of the van and taking any odd job we could find as we drove cross country. "We will make it big in the city" We'd laugh like a prayer, each passing city limit sign feeling more like a death wish than a ticket to freedom.

In the years since, we have all lived in a one bedroom apartment on the outskirts of the city, our revolving schedules and bed sharing became a sort of solstice as we eclipsed each other with tight hugs and well wished words for the days ahead.

"Excuse me, is there a Miss L/N? here" A neutral voice pulls me from my thoughts, dragging me back into the lobby, my eyes still glued on the dirt I've managed to knock from my boots. "Miss L/N?"

"Oh! Hi! Yes I am here!" I stand quickly, absentmindedly pulling the sleeves of my shirt down over my hands, taking the cuffs into balls in my palms. A tall man in a almost fitting dark suit stands in front of the desk I checked in at about a half our ago. He looks at me, eyes wandering over my frame before gesturing me forward with the clipboard in his hands.

I try not to think about the trail of crumbling earth I leave behind me as I walk to him. He turns on his heel, not bothering to speak another word. I follow him down a large hallway, glass on either side allowing for beautiful views of the city. I'd look out them, if I cared to know what the world looked like from this high up, but the anxiety that twists my stomach makes sure to keep my eyes trained on the back of the man's head. His dark hair is beginning to twist at the nape, overdue for a cut. I move a bit to the right of him as he shuffles along, glancing at the length of his too-long sideburns and the way they are beginning to hide the sides of his face.

"You need a haircut." The words slip from my lips before I can stop them. There is no sweetness to the comment, only blunt direction. The tone sounding more like my mother than myself. My eyes go wide as I slap a hand over my mouth. He turns to pull a door open, looking at me with scrutinizing eyes, narrow and impassive.

"I'll take that into account," He deadpans with a crumpled up smirk. He quickly turns his attention inside the room, tilting his head to signal me inside. "Team, this is-" His voice moves to the background of my mind, introducing me to the group of people in the room before disappearing with the closing of the door.

I drag my eyes across the panel of people sitting on the plush furniture. Each wears a sticky nametag, names drawn out in pen. Bruce a dark featured, handsome man sits on one of the armchairs, a clipboard in hand. A cute, deep skinned man sits on the sofa next to him, the name Sam scribbled across his nametag. Sat next Sam is a very muscular brunette wearing the name 'Bucky'. Next to him is a very normal appearing man wearing a bright smile, my eyes dash down to the nametag- Scott. An unassuming name for an unassuming man. My eyes wander over to the loveseat where a beautiful young girl is sitting, the name Kate on her nametag in scribbles.

"Cricket?" A small voice whispers, sounding from the corner of the group. The nickname makes my heart jump, adrenaline soring through me at the drop of a hat. Cricket, a nickname I haven't heard since I left the big top. My gaze jumps from Kate to the man sitting next to her, his face a scrunched up mix of amazement and confusion. There is a murmur among the group as they look amongst each other for some sort of clarification.

I finally make eye contact with the owner of the voice, bravery surging through me. I look over his features more closely this time. Time has written itself onto his soft features, dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. I would know those eyes anywhere, their soft blue gray burned into my memory.

"Frass," The name spills from my lips, the end catching in my throat a bit. We hold eye contact like it's fragile, too heavy to let go of, to break, eyes boring into each other's. The memories of us spill into my head like oil slick, slippery, coating any other thought with their sticky image.

"You're going to hurt yourself if you keep trying to sew this up in the dark, and your Mama will have your head if I bleed on this costume," Clint scolds warningly, fidgeting beneath my touch.

"Well if you stopped moving I could sew this up and get you out before your cue with a proper costume," I stitch the sleeve to the yolk of his shirt carefully, the needle moving easily through the fabric. I stand carefully on a stool to reach the rip with ease. "Or I can send you out there with it ripped and we can see who's head my mother will have then." The archer huffs out a mumble of an apology, bouncing carefully on his toes. I keep sewing, moving along with his gentle motions, careful not to poke him with the needle.

"You know, you're pretty good at this for a kid." He sends the backhanded compliment my way, the words stinging my heart. I hum at him, a makeshift thank you.

"You know, as the adult here, I could leave you to fix your own costume." I inform him, bite in my voice, pulling the last stitch through. He fumbles around with the bow in his hands, fingertips brushing over it's length. "And I am twelve, basically a teenager, not a kid, and my birthday is coming up. Next week. " I tell him, cutting the thread with my teeth. I whisper the last part, trying not to over hint.

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say, Cricket." He laughs, turning to face me. I make a spin motion with my finger. He holds his arms out and spins, allowing me to take in the rest of his costume in full.

"You're all set," I tell him, pushing the needle into the pincushion on my wrist. "Why do you call me that, anyway?"

"You'd hate the reason, Cricket." He laughs again, brushing a hand through his spiky hair. I huff at the man as I climb off of the stool. "Okay fine, if you really want to know. It's because you've always been such a small thing, and you always hum while you work, just like your mom." He states coolly. I can't help but roll my eyes. "See, I knew you'd hate it!"

I pluck the stool from the ground as I turn to wander off. "You know what, Clint Francis," I turn back to him, now standing a few feet away, "Just for that, you've earned yourself a new nickname." He quirks an eyebrow at me, still visible in the low light behind the curtains as he tries to hide the disgust that flashes across his face from hearing his middle name. A devilish smirk creeps over my lips as I look at him. "Have a good show, Frass." I wave at him with a wiggle of my fingers.

"What does that even mean? He questions me, eyebrows knit together but a small smile plays at his lips. I stop in my tracks, turning around to meet his gaze once more.

"Francis the ass," I state, corners of my mouth curling up into a deeply devious smirk. I don't even wait for a response before I turn to leave.

"Hey, Cricket!" He calls after me, "You're the most annoying kid sister I've ever had!"

"Not your sister, Frass." I shout behind me as I push a curtain to the side, ready to disappear out into the lot. "Go shoot something, would you?"

I always knew my little crush on the much older boy was silly, something I was teased for by my mother. Maybe it wasn't even a crush, maybe it was a sort of knowing, that his soul and mine were made of the same stardust. My mom used to laugh when I'd say that, a knowing look falling over her features. "Whatever you say, sweet pea, whatever you say." She would repeat as she brushed her hands over my hair. "You can love him when you are an adult. Then ten years won't be such a big difference, okay?" I would roll my eyes at her, fingers working over a costume piece as I worked on my invisible stitches.

Clint held a special place in my heart, a new sort of love I never knew how to name. Cashmere told me one night as she read my tarot that we had a destiny, the universe pulling us together. She said it in a teasing way, maybe to help justify my young feelings. Her words only cemented what I already knew, Clint and I came from the same stuff, the borealis where souls were made. Essence shimmering in the great nebula, stardust turned sentient.

I counted down the days until adulthood, but I only made it 547 days before Clint left the circus, leaving me behind at the tender age of fourteen.

"Is anyone going to fill us in here?" Sam breaks the silence. I can't seem to look anywhere but Clint, my eyes tracing over his figure. He wears a dark purple tee-shirt and a pair of black cargo pants, his muscle visible beneath the clothing. I fight off a smile.

"Right, right, hello." I finally speak to the rest of the room. I turn to nod a 'thank you' to the man who walked me into the room only to find out he had already disappeared. I try to fight off the embarrassment that crawls over my skin, leaving pinpricks in it's wake, turning my skin a bright shade of crimson as I walk over to the empty armchair next to Bruce. "My name is Y/N L/N, it's nice to meet you all," I offer my kindest smile, eyes drawing themselves back to Clint. I want to hit him, or hug him, or both. Maybe I just crave the feeling of his skin.

"And you're here for the job interview, right?" Bruce asks, his voice wavering slightly. I nod, running my sweat slick hands over the tops of my jeans. I look at Bruce, eyebrows raised in an attempt to seem inviting. I smile, but it doesn't quite reach my eyes.

"I know we are supposed to ask questions about the interview, but I've gotta know more about what's going on here," Kate speaks as she looks around the room. She is picking at the ends of her hair with her fingertips like she is scrutinizing every split end. Clint adverts his eyes at her words, focusing his line of sight straight at the floor in front of his feet. The group voices agreements with Kate as they look between us again, each deciding on who they want to focus on with a trained gaze. Thankfully almost everyone settles on Clint, eyeing him carefully, but he doesn't acknowledge them.

"We sorta grew up together," I finally speak, folding my arms across my chest. "But, uhh, he left before I was grown." The tension in the air between us grows thicker the longer the silence lingers in the air. A guilty look falls over Clint's features, a blush crawling up from under the collar of his shirt. I stifle a laugh, if anyone should be embarrassed for how the situation went down, it should be me. But it's not like he would know anything of it.

"Mom, what are you doing with Clint's costume?" I question her, pulling out a stool to sit at the table next to her. She is making quick work of pulling off all the sequence and trim, sorting them into piles, small and careful. She looks up at me with sad eyes, a smile pressed over the thin lines of her lips.

"Oh Cricket, honey," She begins, tears welling up in her big brown eyes, "I don't know how to tell you this, but," She sets down the costume, holding her hands out to me. I take them cautiously, her bulbus joints creaking as she closes her hands around mine. "Clint left a couple of days ago, we were all hoping that he would be coming back, but there has been no sign of him. So, Mr. Carson is having me take his costume apart to save on materials for the new one we will have to make when they find someone to fill his place," She explains each bit slowly and carefully, running her thumbs over the backs of my hands to try and comfort the storm she knows is brewing within me.

I can feel my chest tighten, tears pushing out through my tightly closed eyes. I don't want to believe her. Clint wouldn't just leave, especially without saying goodbye. I can feel a distant sob escape me, my head too clouded with thoughts. I can feel my mom pull me into her arms, snaking them around me in a tight embrace. She coos and shushes me as the tears stream down my face.

That was the first of many instances like this that took over my life for the next sixteen months.

I can feel the long forgotten emotions begin to wrap themselves around my ribcage, causing a cough to crawl up the dryness of my throat. "Anyway, let's get this interview going, shall we?" I ask, pulling a cheek numbing smile onto my face. I try and push down the hurt, but it just squeezed me tighter.

"Of course," Sam coughs, clearing his throat of all the tension, "So, I suppose you know we are interviewing for an assistant. We are looking for someone to move into the compound up state and watch over everything up there. We all come and go so often for missions its hard to do simple things like grocery shopping. We try and keep up with each other's schedules, but we need someone to work as the go between when we aren't all in the same place. We do have a maid service, so you wouldn't need to worry about that." Sam explains, running a finger down his clipboard.

"Okay, sounds easy enough." I acknowledge with a nod of my head.

"What kind of skills do you have?" Scott counters, "How would you be any better than the rest of the people we have already spoken to today?" His tone is curious, not at all daunting.

"Well, I can cook, I can sew. I basically kept the big top turning after my mom passed away. That is, managing people time and making sure everyone was on the same page when shit hit the fan and we would have to move acts around." I explain, gesturing with my hands. "I am also quiet, and clean, despite my current appearance-"

"Mama died?"

"Clint, you were in a circus?"

Bucky and Clint speak at the same time, interrupting me. I can feel his eyes burrowing into my profile, and I know that if I look I will see tears in his eyes. I couldn't handle that, I know I couldn't.

"Yes, she did. When I was fifteen." I explain, wringing my hands. I stifle down more feeling of hurt before I continue. "But as I was saying, I haven't had any complaints when it comes to roommates, and I keep my word. Clint can vouch for that one." I pin that on him, knowing that he owes me as much. His name left my lips and it felt clunky on my tongue. I haven't called him 'Clint' in years, and it hurt.

The group gaze flickers over to Clint, and he just nods, a half hearted murmur crawling out of his lips. He has his head buried in his hands, elbows to knees. I can feel the pang of hurt run through me at the sight of him like this. It has always hurt the same way.

"Well, this has been, interesting. I think we will cut it here, take a break. Thank you for coming in. We will give you a call when we make our final decision." Bruce speaks, pulling my attention to him. He stands, holding his hand out for me to shake. I take it with a firm squeeze, just how Clint taught me so many years ago.

I bid the rest of the group goodbye before walking out the door. I follow back down the large hallway, the shock of the last fifteen minutes rising in me. By the time I reach the lobby, I can feel the broken pieces of my heart start to wobble in their place. After years of stuffing down the feelings of heartbreak and abandonment from Clint and his reaction to my mother's passing, all the old emotions seem to rush back through me.

I know I shouldn't hurt, so much life has passed since it all happened, but all I can think of now is the pressure of it all against my ribcage and the ever looming prayer that repeats itself over and over and over again. "Do not call me, do not call me, do not call me."

I duck into a nearby bathroom, crashing hard against the tile floor in front of the toilet before a mix of bile and anguish escapes me. I empty my stomach into the porcelain, the smell of lemon cleaner and bleach numbing the soreness of my chest. Tears leave hot, wet trails down my cheeks.

All I can think about is the last encounter I had with Clint before he left the big top. The way he spoke to me, soft and feathery.

"Hey Cricket, can I ask you something?" Clint grabs my bicep as I walk by, a big bowl of chili in my hands. Everyone is gathered around a caravan, dinner being served before we turn in for the night. The show has long ended, the crowds disappearing with the smell of popcorn and sickly sweet cotton candy.

"Yeah, Frass, what's up?" I peer up into his eyes, my heart thrumming against my chest.

"Are you happy here?" He questions, not quite meeting my eyes. I scrunch my eyebrows with question, never having expected those words to come out of his mouth. I think over them for just a second, mulling thoughts turning over in my head like acrobats.

"Of course I am," I chuckle a bit, "I can't imagine life anywhere else. This is all I've ever known, and these guys are my family, well most of them anyway." I let my eyes graze over the group around us, taking in each of their faces in a brief sweep. A warm feeling blooms in my chest.

Fourteen, living the life most people dream of, in love with a man I've known for most of my life, and a large chosen family, who wouldn't be happy with a life like mine? Clint lets out a strangled chuckle after a moment, his hand finally dropping from my arm only to run anxiously through his hair. I offer him a soft smile.

"Yeah, of course." He answers after another moment, eyes finally catching mine. He reaches up carefully to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, the touch innocent and sweet. My smile blooms a bit wider.

"You're really a good kid, you know that?" He offers, his words holding a bit of sadness even with the upturned swing of them as they leave his lips.

"I'm not a kid, Frass" I remind him, pushing his shoulder. He just smiles down at me, squeezing my shoulder lightly before turning to the caravan. He walks away without another look back.

A few days later, I sit in the bathtub at the apartment, fully clothed with no water in the tub. The only place with any sort of quiet. I turn the pages of the novel in my hand, reading the words but none of them make it to my brain. My mind keeps drifting back to the interview and how strange the whole situation was.

It hit me yesterday, that the group was the Avengers, or what was left of them, I suppose. I interviewed for an assistant position with the damn Avengers, and Clint was there, barely making an effort to look at me. Maybe I shouldn't even be surprised with what the world has been through the past few years. At this point, you could tell me just about anything and I'd believe it.

My phone rings loudly, vibrating against the bottom of the tub, causing me to jump. I grab it quickly, answering it with a cool hello.

"Hey, hi, is this Cricket, I mean, Y/N, is this Y/N?" I cringe a little at the nickname coming over the phone.

"This is," I finally speak, my voice wavering in question, "How can I help you?"

"This is Sam, from the job interview" He notifies me. I swallow thickly, a lump forming in my throat.

"What can I do for you, Sam?" I wring my hands together, a new layer of sweat beginning to coat my palms. Fuck all of this nervous energy.

"I am calling to offer you the job. We all talked after you left and Clint spoke so highly of you, I mean, we all agreed that there couldn't be anyone better for the job after he told us some stories." My blood runs cold at his words. I flip through the memories in my brain, trying to figure out what Clint might have told them.

Before I can even think, the words leave my mouth like I am possessed. "Sam, I'd be honored to take the position." I later blame the hasty decision on the hunger that panged through me, and the yearning in my soul to be surrounded by people again, working and serving and creating.

A month goes by and I have completely moved into the upstate compound. Life is different now, steady most days. I grocery shop and tidy up the messes the team leaves after they ravage the compound when they come home from missions. I cook for them too, even though Bruce insists it wasn't a part of my job. It feels right in my soul, so I do it anyway.

I haven't seen Scott, Kate, or Sam since I moved into the compound. They have been on mission since shortly after my initial interview. I can't decide if that's better or worse than having Clint here, avoiding my eyes like he did before. We pass each other in the hall, or in the common areas, and each and every time he averts his eyes from me. I don't think he has said anything not work related to me since I moved in and it makes my soul ache.

A few months go by and no progress has been made between us. I can't help but look at him, snagging glances as we pass each other, or in meetings. The compound seems lonelier when he is on mission, and I breathe easier when he is here. Maybe I should push past this childhood crush, even if that means breaking my own heart.

I push the thought out of my head as I finish brushing my teeth. I spit the suds into the sink before rinsing out my mouth. I point at myself in the mirror, toothbrush still in hand.

"Do not mourn those who are still living, it's a waste of precious heart space," I tell myself, repeating the words my Mom used to say to the performers after they went through breakups. She used to then turn to me and tell me not to date my coworkers, a goofy smile spread over her lips. I would roll my eyes at her.

A knock at my door pulls me from the mirror pep talk. I throw my toothbrush back into the drawer before headed to the door. I pull it open, the sight of Clint greets me. I try and wipe the confused look from my face, the harsh line between my brows only easing slightly.

"Hey," He whispers, avoiding my eyes. He fumbles with his hands a bit, pulling on his fingers.

"Hi," I respond, the word barely loud enough to hear.

"Can I come in?" He questions, eyes meeting the middle of my face, not quite making it to my eyes, but definitely closer this time. I step aside, pulling the door open wider in invitation. Clint pads into the room just far enough for me to close the door behind him.

I look him over carefully as he stands awkwardly in my small living room. The dark colors of his clothes standing out against the light gray of the undecorated room. He looks like hell, deep lines of exhaustion making purchase over the tenderness of his features. The dark flesh under his eyes almost eclipse the pale blue of his iris's, offsetting their normally bright color. His hair stands up in all directions. Sweat and dirt coat his whole body, smudges greasy on the light skin of his face.

"You look like hell, Frass," I finally speak. I want to reach out and touch him, run my thumbs over the fullness of his cheeks, the apex of his lips, allowing the dirt to coat my fingertips. He chuckles a bit, light and scratchy.

"You look," He stumbles a bit, "Grown up," He finally decides on his words, bringing his lower lip between his teeth.

"I'm sure I do, it's been a long time since we talked like this," My smile falters a bit, wavering at my words. My lungs burn in my chest. "You've grown into yourself, I think," I drink him in, dirt and all. He is even more handsome than he was back then, I think, or maybe it's because I now see him through the eyes of a women, the way he is meant to be seen. A bit of guilt settles in me for looking at him so unbashful, but as he stands here in my living room, I can't help but take him in. He can't run from my gaze here.

He smiles at me this time, but its fleeting. The feeling that blooms in my chest however, isn't.

"I came to ask you about something, but I'm not sure you're going to remember it," Clint looks almost defeated at the thought, and the look on his face crushes the joy in my chest just a little.

"Okay." That's the only word I can manage. I nod, though, my lips falling into a small and tense almost-smile.

"I talked to your Mom before I left," He starts, coughing a bit to try and clear the tension, "I asked her about a rumor that was going around." I nod at him, urging him to keep talking, "But she, she wouldn't tell me if it was true or not, so I guess I am asking you if it is." He takes a step closer but there is still a world of unknown space and unsaid words between us.

I can barely think with his body this close to mine, the fog of decade old feelings clouding my judgement. It tastes sweet, nostalgic and comforting, like a glass of sun tea.

"I heard that you used to say that we were made up of the same stuff. Something about souls being created together." He mumbles the words like he is unsure of how they are supposed to be said. I can feel pinpricks of a blush blooming over my skin. His words hang in the air between us, time stopping for just a moment, freezing us in place.

Maybe, if this were eight, or four, or two years ago, I would crumble. If it was six months ago, I might be able to take them with a shot of forty proof nausea. But now, I only bristle a bit, more under his gaze than around his words.

"Yeah, what about it?" I finally question. I hate the words as soon as I say them, wishing I could snatch them right out of the air. Erase them from our history. But I know if I could, I wouldn't stop, rewinding my life to the last conversation we had about happy lives and I would lie and tell him I was just as miserable as him, and maybe he would've taken me with him.

"Did you mean it?" He looks pained, the words hanging over him, or maybe they are dragging him down.

I laugh and it's the loudest sound that has occurred between us in years.

"Frass, you came here to ask me about a childhood crush?" I lie a bit, the crush began in childhood, but I am still doing everything in my power to deny it's current existence. His eyes go a bit wide, but he tries to crinkle the rest of his expression to cover it up. I can't help but let a low chuckle fill the room again, the sound breaking through the dense air.

"Yeah, sort of, I guess," He runs a hand through his hair, but it does nothing to tame his messy locks, and I suspect it does nothing to quell his anxiety either.

"Sit, would you?" I gesture to the sofa, my voice soft. He moves to sit, not caring about the dirty he is covered in. "What exactly do you want to know, Frass?" He flounders for a moment, mouth opening and closing without a sound.

"What exactly did you tell your Mom? That's the first question,"

I smile at the memory, playing it over in my brain on fast forward.

"I told her only a bit, at first. I said that your soul and mine were made of the same stardust. She laughed at the thought, no doubt telling other people about it, because they would tease me all around the big top, and that's probably how you heard it. She knew I was in love, well, as in love as a kid could be, you know?" Clint nods at my words, taking them in carefully. "After you left, especially after she got sick, I told her more and more about the little moment we shared, and about how much I loved you. She always said it made her happy to see how happy you made me, even if it was just talk of memories."

"When did you leave?" Clint asks, his voice low, barely there.

"I left shortly after I turned seventeen. I left with Cashmere, Cherry, and Jacinda. We got in a van and travelled across the country. Those girls saved my soul, in a way, got me here. I owe them a lot. I was slipping before we left." I shake my head to get that thought out of my brain.

Clint scoots closer, placing a tentative hand on my knee. I take in the feeling of his hand on my body again, for the first time in so long, but his touch is gone before I can commit it to memory.

"Cashmere agrees with me, you know. Stardust turned sentient." I mumble the last part, pulling my bottom lip into my mouth.

"I like that." Clint smiles to himself, eyes closed, corners of his lips turned upward. For the first time he looks content.

"What was your other question?" I ask with a light voice, trying my best to not disturb the calm that has fallen over him.

"You said you loved me. Was that part true?" He seems hesitant to ask, but does anyway, avoiding eye contact. I don't blame him.

"Of course I do, Frass. We grew up together. I have loved you since I was eight. Of course, back then I just liked that I wasn't invisible, but you know what I mean."

"How could you be invisible when you clung to your Mom's skirts so tight that your knuckles were chronically white?" He laughs, the bright sound filling the room. I smile at that, a full smile that reaches my eyes.

"Do you love me now?" His eyes meet mine, a low burning beneath his irises. Maybe this is a trap, but I can't find it in me to care. After all, love is meant to be shared, is it not?

"Yes, Frass, I do love you. Always have, always will."

"Oh thank god," And with that, he grabs me by the wrist and pulls me into his lap, my legs straddling his as he takes my face in his large hands. His rough skin scrapes against my cheeks as he pulls me down to his lips, and the only thing that makes sense anymore is this. My hands wrapped around his neck, fingers digging into the too long hair at the nape of his neck while he kisses me like our lives depend on it, and maybe they do.

"What the hell was that?" I laugh as I push him away, a smile spreading across my lips.

"You have been living here for months now, and I have been slowly falling in love with you since you walked into that meeting room in the city. The sight of you almost killed me, Cricket, and living here at arms length from you has made me realize something. I can't live a second more without you, the stardust that runs through my veins is pulling me towards you and I just can't resist anymore, I love you, Cricket." Clint's eyes never leave mine as he speaks, each word filling me with a warmth that spreads over the whole expanse of my body.

"I love you, too, Frass," I whisper, leaning in to meet his lips again, I stop just before they meet. "Mama was right. All I had to do was wait, it just seemed to take you a long damn time, Clint Francis," Clint chuckles a bit, eyes bright now, standing out against the dirt that coats his face.

"And I thought coming in here and kissing you would be moving too fast," I just roll my eyes at him before closing the distance between us. Stardust calls to stardust, atoms to atoms, me to him and him to me; the feeling of our bodies settling into each other with each gentle touch, each caress of skin or hair, cementing the idea that we are meant of each other. Made from the same stuff.

#clint barton x reader #clint barton x reader insert #clint barton fanficton #avengers fanfiction #clint baron x you #clint barton one shot #hawkeye x reader #hawkeye x you #hawkeye x reader insert #jeremy renner imagine #clint barton imagine #hawkeye imagine

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multi-fan-dom-madness · 9 months

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Yeeeeeeess

Nav: 👗🌼💌🦸‍♀️🥘🍁

And for a little treat:

Clone Boys: 👀

I have asked so much but I need to knooowwww

Take your time, Ily 🌙🔮

ahhh yessss thank you so much, Hex, for asking all of these wonderful questions. answers below the cut because this got away from me 😂😅

Nav:

👗 Describe their style

when they worked on Coruscant before joining the GAR, they 100% rocked the thrifted light academia aesthetic, but it never fully fit their personality.

on the run from the Empire, and just in everyday life, they are much more prone to utilitarian, functional garments in neutral tones. sleeveless tunic belted over utility pants, with steel-toed boots and their trusty backpack. they steal one of Hunter's old bandanas and tie it around their bicep; Hunter loves it. and of course once they settle on Pabu, they start wearing more tank tops and shorts, soft-bottom shoes, a shark-tooth necklace that Omega crafts.

used to have long hair, but cut it really short when they joined the GAR and just never grew it out again.

they also have a single tattoo, a complementary pair to one that Arien had, on their ribs: a deadly cactus flower native to Iridonia. (Arien's was a sketch of Umate, the mountain peak on Coruscant.)

🌼 Assign them an aesthetic

alright take all of the above and now consider: space grunge

💌 How would they react to a love letter?

sorry my first thought here is the fact that Hunter would write said love letter and now I've made myself squee

anyways. on topic. I think the circumstance would be something like, Hunter writes a letter for Nav and leaves it for them to find somewhere, so it's a surprise. like, at the bottom of their pack (because we all know how often Nav cleans that out... 👀). & then reading it they'd need to sit in case they swoon, the paper held in one hand while the other is clasped over their mouth to hide their smile. definitely blushes. depending on how sappy Hunter got while writing, Nav may or may not tear up.

& then immediately tackle Hunter into a giant hug and smother him with kisses.

🦸‍♀️ What would they dress as for Halloween?

Nav would totally talk Hunter into couples' costumes--and of course that means Omega's costume is also themed, which probably means everyone else's as well. the squad as bowling pins and Omega as a bowling ball?

but for one year, Hunter and Nav make sure that their costumes match each other's and only each other's. Hunter as a werewolf and Nav as a werewolf hunter 👀

🥘 Favorite food?

this depends. if we're talking like, most nostalgic, then it's definitely the beef stew and crusty bread that the matron of the orphanage made on a regular basis. a whole big vat of the stew and the huge ovens made the entire building always smell so good.

but now as an adult, their favorite is the salad that Shep taught them to make on Pabu. starfruit and berries, nuts, crumbly cheese, and a decadent oil-based dressing. filling, sweet, and savory all in one.

that, or Hunter's meat pies. Hunter totally learns that he loves to cook once they all settle down on Pabu.

🍁 Their favorite season and why?

alright hc time: Coruscant doesn't have seasons, & Pabu basically has 2: hot and hotter. Iridonia is probably the same, though it gets chilly at night. therefore, Rintonne is the one planet that Nav has been to relatively frequently enough to experience four seasons. their favorite is by far autumn, with spring coming in second. there's something about transitory periods, life in flux, that just Hits Different for Nav. spring is in second place because allergies lmao.

Clone boys:

👀 How do they look like? Give an overall description of them

ohohoho strap in, here we go

387th Battalion, 13th Sector Army

Commander Creed. he presents a very stern, disciplined facade that intimidates shinies and civvies alike, but in reality he's very soft and compassionate. it's what makes him such a strong leader. he's unafraid to voice his opinion when he believes his Jedi General is making a foolish or wrong move, but is humble enough to admit when he's wrong. well-trimmed beard and mustache, undercut with a mop of dark curls. there's a scar from an errant blaster bolt during commando training, that streaks down the left side of his face. he has a tattoo under his left pec that reads 'for the people' in blocky Basic letting--that is his creed. he has a second tattoo on his right hip of his battalion's mascot (pls don't ask me what this is, idk yet).

Captain Static, Shatter Company. earned his name because when he was a cadet, he always pretended to talk on the radios with sound effects (*cksh* come in, command, *cksh*). he's a little bit naive, but very loyal and values intelligence. he often volunteers his company for recon missions, having trained them specially to communicate effectively. he's clean-shaven, with a stud nose piercing and regulation haircut.

Captain Flare, Phoenix Company. loves, loves, loves flare guns and will pout (mostly in jest these days) if he doesn't get the chance to pop one off at least once during a campaign. he's loud and unapologetic, a little cocky, but he does genuinely mean well and respects the hell out of anyone who can outwit his twin, Seg. with a permanent five o'clock shadow, brilliant white teeth, and that one perfect curl that always rests so nicely on his forehead, he's hot and he kriffin' knows it.

Captain Seg, Flare's twin, commanding officer of Angel Company. Seg is a little bit more withdrawn and quiet than Flare, but no less quick-witted--and quick-tempered. he often waits for an opening in his enemy's forces rather than making an opening himself (he leaves that to Shatter & Phoenix Companies). this is both in terms of battle tactics and verbal sparring. often known for silently observing conversations or debates, and drops one-line zingers that leave the entire table slack-jawed and/or in uproarious laughter. he's the most "reg" looking of the captains, but don't let that fool you.

Captain Drifter, of Hollow Company. Drifter is an old grumpy man at heart, rather pessimistic, but can be charming and suave when the occasion arises. something of a social chameleon, often chosen for diplomatic missions alongside the General. he's sarcastic but genuine, a balance he learned early on how to maintain, and it's gotten him into trouble as much as out of it. he has ear piercings, a septum ring, and a huge geometric tattoo sleeve on his right leg; and sometimes lets his hair grow out to about shoulder length.

Bonus boys! Hotshot and Screwball, ARC troopers, who featured briefly in Second Chances. Hotshot has a buzzcut and goatee, vitiligo, a rough hand-drawn star tattoo beneath his left eye, and a scar across the bridge of his nose. Screwball has long hair that he keeps tied back in a low bun, and a scar along the right side of his face. both Hotshot and Screwball are pranksters (and don't get me started on when they have shore leave with Screwball's twin, Misfit), but very, very good at their jobs. they specialize in destabilizing the enemy from behind enemy lines, often using their chaotic impulses to their advantage.

anyways thanks again so much, Hex, for letting me ramble about my blorbos 💖💖

#rhiplies #star wars #oc clone trooper #star wars oc #nav #second chances #oc: commander creed #oc: captain flare #oc: captain static #oc: captain seg #oc: captain drifter #oc: arc hotshot #oc: arc screwball

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chronicbeans · 10 months

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The Suggestions Box

(an Abandoned by Playfellow AU short)

You are tasked to look through the suggestions box, a box filled with the suggestions and comments of your fellow employees, and clean out answered suggestions. It hasn't been sorted through in about a year.

TW: Depression/Anxiety, Threats of Violence/Death Threats, Traumatic Events, Abusive Work Environment, Death, Eating Disorders/Focus on Body Weight and Type, Vomit (Seriously y'all it gets gross-), Body Horror/Gore

Opening up the box, you sigh in disdain. There has to be hundreds of tiny slips of paper in here, with most not even being replied to. So, you have to read every single one just to get every suggestion that was replied to out of the box. Damn it.

You pick out the first suggestion, which is from a janitor who signed it C.M.:

"Suggestion: I need a fucking raise. I just cleaned up puke from a kid who ate a Poppy's Chocolate Sundae Cake, by the Painter's Isle. Took me three hours to get rid of the brown stains on the rainbow carpets, and even longer to get rid of the rancid smell. What the fuck are we even feeding the kids here to make chocolate puke smell like rotten chicken?

-C.M. Janitor"

There isn't an answer on the back, so you quickly place it by the box. What a great way to start the day... reading a vile description about puke! Fucking amazing...

"Suggestion: I keep seeing this one kid climbing over the fence of Wally's Road Trip. Sure, the ride is safe when you are in the ride, but he's climbing right onto the tracks! That coaster goes about 20 miles per hour! We need the fence to be taller or something.

-Sam Jenkins Security

Answer: Sam, we cannot afford to make the fences taller. You will just need to keep watch of the children. That is your job, after all.

-Management"

Well... Not the best answer, but still an answer. So, you place it by the bucket that was given to you to collect answered suggestions. Alright, next paper.

"Suggestion: Whoever the FUCK keeps puking in the Barnaby costume, I fucking hate you. You do know that other people here play Barnaby, right? You could at least warn a fellow by leaving a note or something before somebody else wears it. I didn't notice until I got in the suit, and my face was covered in it. Jackass. Others have started complaining, too. I suggest management gives us more breaks, so whoever the weak stomached bitch is doesn't keep puking everywhere.

-David Dwyer Suit Mascot

Answer: I apologize for the incident, Mr. Dwyer. However, we cannot give more breaks. We shall try to figure out who keeps getting sick, so we can have a physical done to ensure that they are still healthy enough to be a mascot.

-Management"

Again? AGAIN?! Why the fuck is there so much puke already...? Yeah, you expected it, but really? Thank God you aren't a mascot. Well, into the bucket.

"Suggestion: I'm worried for Angelo. You know, Angelo Dalisay? The guy who plays Wally Darling most of the time. He's been losing weight pretty fast. I think he might be sick. Maybe the food was bad or something? Can you have someone check the kitchens for sanitation? Please and thank you.

-Angelica Carter Julie Joyful Actress

Answer: Our kitchens are clean.

-Management"

Angelo... yeah, you remember Angelo. You've seen him from time to time. He has been getting pretty skinny, lately... Really skinny. Unhealthy skinny. The kids don't seem to mind, though, and he doesn't say anything when asked. What an odd answer... "Our kitchens are clean.", with no further comment on Angelo's health. Why doesn't he get a health check up?

You place the paper in the bucket. Next one.

"Suggestion: I keep seeing a Wally actor running around, not staying in character. His clothes are a mess. He's been scaring the kids. Whenever I get close enough to catch him, he finds a way to escape, then disappears around a corner. Please, do something!

-Security"

Okay... odd. You know what? Everything you've read so far is weird. It's only your third week here and you are already so confused. No answer... By the box it goes.

"Suggestion: SERIOUSLY, WHOEVER THE FUCK YOU ARE, I AM GOING TO BEAT YOU WITH A GOLF CLUB."

-David Dwyer Suit Mascot"

No answer. You don't want to dwell on this one. Into the unanswered pile.

The next one you pick up is covered in yellow paint... you are guessing face and body paint, since the actors for Wally and Sally ha e to paint their faces and hands yellow.

"Suggestion: I can't stop smiling. I don't want to smile anymore. My face is tired. I can't stop smiling. Can someone help me wipe it off?

You don't find any answer, per say, but flipping it over to the back, you find a scribbled on note.

"I don't know who wrote this, but I found it on the ground by the body paint storage. I don't know why we keep the paints and foods so close to each other. There was a pile of used makeup remover, paper towels, and face cleaners next to it. Can whoever wrote this tell me? Does this have to do with that weird Wally Actor that security keeps talking about?

I don't feel safe, I might quit.

-Sarah Jones Cooking Staff"

Okay... back to the box, you guess?

"Suggestion: Can we please have a health check for Angelo? PLEASE? Something is clearly wrong! I just saw him eating some food, then he rushed to the employee restrooms and started puking! Then, he walked out like he was fine! Some of the things Miss Carter mentioned when I told her are concerning, as well. He's skin and bones right now! Clearly, he isn't fit to work, much less play Wally! What if his appearance scares the kids?

-Gertrude Stone Suit Mascot"

"Answer: We understand your concerns, Miss Stone, but we assure you that he is alright. His weight is still healthy enough for him to keep playing Wally Darling. When we confronted him, he said it was to make sure his weight stays within limits to play the character. He isn't sick. After all, for Wally Darling actors, the smaller the better! It makes him look more petite and closer to the puppet 's body type. The children adore him, as well.

-Management"

On the side of the answer box, you see that somebody has written "BULLSHIT" in big, red letters. Somebody must've gotten in here before you have. Once again, thank God you aren't a mascot. The answer is really alarming, however... Did they even have him check in with a medical professional? Healthy enough? You feel gross just reading it.

You... don't want to keep going through the suggestions box. Maybe just one more, so it looks like you tried? Your boss might send you to look through it again on a later date, but you are feeling like reading all of this is weighing you down. When you heard you were going to be going through a suggestions box, you expected things like "raise my wage" or "hire more cleaning staff"... Not whatever this stuff is. You feel like you've stumbled upon something you shouldn't be seeing, but still needs to be seen.

You dig into the bottom of the box, pulling out a slip of paper. This time, it seems to be covered in red paint.

"Suggestion: I can't stop smiling. My face won't come off. I can't stop smiling. My face won't come off. I can't stop smiling. My face won't come off. I can't stop smiling. My face won't come off. I can't stop smiling. My face won't come off. Please let me stop smiling.

-Where's Frank's attitude when you need him?"

You hesitate, before flipping over the slip of paper. More writing. It's all in frantic, shaky, scribbled handwriting, as if the person was in some sort of rush or panic.

"Julie can't stop smiling. Sally can't stop smiling. Poppy can't stop smiling. Barnaby can't stop smiling. Howdy can't stop smiling. Eddie can't stop smiling. Frank is the only one who never smiles. Maybe he can't stop frowning? It hurts to smile. It hurts to smile. I'm not happy and it hurts to keep smiling. WHENEVER I TRY TO FROWN I FEEL AND HEAR SOMETHING SNAPPING IN MY FACE. Do they hurt too?

The people around us can stop smiling. The people who aren't as bright and colorful. I can't help but be jealous. Do they hurt when they smile? I'll help them wipe it off."

You stare at the paper, wide-eyed and dumbfounded. How are you supposed to respond to this? What are you supposed to even THINK about this? Will the management even care about this? They haven't cared about Angelo's health, they haven't cared about threats in the suggestions box, they haven't cared about a possible imposter scaring the customers! Should you even bother putting it back into the box-?

"YOU... OPEN...?"

You whip your head around, seeing a yellow hand on the window by the door. You quickly shove the suggestion into your pocket, frowning. Maybe it's Angelo at the door? He clearly hasn't been well... What if he needs immediate help?

Opening up that door, you instantly regret it as a disgusting, rotten smell hits your nose. Looking up at the man, you can tell that it is NOT Angelo. He may be dressed as Wally, but it isn't Angelo in costume. His clothes and hair are a mess, much like in the suggestions talking about this imposter, but that isn't what you notice first.

His smile is too wide.

IT LITERALLY SPLITS FROM EAR TO EAR.

You try to close the door on him, only for whoever it is to grab it and hold it open. A monotone voice speaks, which you can only assume is from the strange person. He leans in as he speaks, only making the rotting smell coming from him more apparent. Is this what a corpse smells like?

"It... hurts... to smile.... It hurts... to move my face... You too? Help me... wipe it off?"

You frantically look around, trying to find something, anything to get this person out of the room. You unknowingly end up shaking your head as you look around the room, which the man seems to take as a "no".

"No...? O.... okay... I'll go... Find manage... ment. They'll know... what to do..."

He walks away. He walks away like nothing happened. You slam the door shut, dropping to the floor and taking a few, shaking breaths. Your arms are shaking heavily, alongside your legs. Scratch that, your entire body is shaking like a leaf.

You heard of that imposter Wally, but you always thought it was a joke. Now, however, you have been proven wrong. As much as you want to quit, however, you need this job... You have too many unpaid bills and debts, and if you quit, who knows when you'll get hired for another job?

Plus, as horrifying as that situation was... for whatever reason, that imposter didn't attack you... He seemed rather docile, actually.

Once you calm yourself down, you stand up, grabbing the answered suggestions bucket. Then, you book it out of there as fast as possible, hoping that you don't see that Wally again, today.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling #welcome home au #abandoned by disney #Abandoned by Playfellow

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katierosedreams2 · 2 years

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A Halloween I didnt expect

“Come on Rylie! Alice is sick and won’t be able to go to the Halloween party tonight! And we had matching costumes! I can’t go alone!” Pleaded Lily.

“Can’t you just go as something else?” I asked, I really didn’t want to do this. “No, I’ve already bought my outfits! You know that! Please can you just wear her costume?! You owe me after all the things I’ve helped you with! Your bully’s I’ve stopped and the grades I’ve helped you with!” She is so persistent.

“Lily, I would look so silly! I can’t wear her costume! I bet it won’t even fit! Plus, everyone will think I look stupid in girls' clothes.” I was trying hard not to lose this argument. Even though I always do.

That’s how I pay for most of the rent. Or why I do all of the cleaning. She even has me get on my knees and give her a foot massage whenever she needs one. Or why she has the big bedroom and a spare room for her, and I’m stuck in the super small bedroom with only a half bath. So I have to use hers just to shower! And she won’t let me use any “guy” soap in “her” shower. So I always smell like a girl. She also needed my closet space, so I just have a small night stand with a few clothes in it.

Oh, I forgot to mention that we live together. She’s been my best friend since high school. I moved schools halfway through my freshman year and she was in like half of my classes. She just became my closet friend, well her and Alice. We three hung out everyday. But I am much closer to Lily.

I’ve always had the biggest crush on her! I wish I could date her, and we often flirt around a lot. She’s always teasing me! Saying sexual things, acting sexually or dressing in short skirts, or lingerie around the house, or something else sexy, always trying to get me worked up. But she said nothing would ever happen. I’m not her type.

We both moved away to the same college right after high school and we both wanted to live off campus. I was able to get a job so I could, and she convinced me to let her move in with her. She doesn’t work, but her parents are very well off, so they give her money whenever she wants.

Lily loves to party, she hardly studies or does any school work. But somehow, she has amazing grades. She is so so beautiful, and every guy clearly wants to get with her. She knows it too. She always dresses in trendy ways that show off her body.

I think she is kind of too friendly with guys. She’s always going on dates with guys or having them over. She also meets with her teachers often. That’s probably why she has good grades.

I also know what she was referring to. In high school, I had a lot of guys bully me. In college too. And she would always make me drive her to their house so she could “talk” to them. She also “talked” to my teachers when I was getting bad grades.

She always wears very scandalous clothes and high heels and sexy makeup. She makes me wait in the car while she goes in. Sometimes it takes hours. Then she always leaves with her hair or makeup a slight mess. She would always say she just talked to them, but I think she had sex with them. Sometimes they would stop after the one “talking”. But sometimes it took many many “talks”.

I don’t know what it is, but it’s so hard to say no to her. I guess I’m just hoping that if I do what she asks enough times she’ll finally sleep with me. I’ve never had a girlfriend. I’ve never even had sex. I was told once that, because I’m so close to Lily, no girl thinks I’m interested in them. So they won’t date me.

This has messed with my self confidence a lot. I’m a small, skinny guy. I know I don’t look very masculine. I tried growing my hair long to give a surfer look, but I’m not sure how much it helps me. I’m also now that big down there. I’m three inches or so. So why would a girl want to be with me anyway?

When I talked to Lily about this a while back she said I must jerk off too much. I really should only do that once a month. She told me to promise her that is what I would do. Like I said, I can’t say no to her, so I did. It’s been 4 months now and it’s killing me! I feel like I’m always horny!

And then, like every time I actually get to jerk off, the last of each month, it’s like Lily knows and always knocks on my door right as I’m about to cum. I try to stop before she just barges into my room. I hurry to pull up my pants to cover myself, this just leads to a ruined orgasm that’s not even that satisfying and cum in my pants.

She always acts like she didn’t know I was doing that. Even though I’m only allowed to jerk off for 30 minutes the first Sunday of every month from 10-10:30. She then teases me about cumming in my pants and not even enjoying it. Then they asked for me to help her with some silly thing that takes forever so I never get to go back and finish. The whole time I’m helping her too, I still have cum in my underwear. It’s been an absolute torcher!

When I asked her if I really had to keep doing this, she said yes, and that it is the right thing for me to do. I don’t see how this helps me. That, plus her constant teasing, is going to make me lose my mind!

“I bet it would fit you just fine! You're so small and your body is so girly! You and Alice are like the same size! Besides, no one would even know you are not a girl! You're just too pretty! Tell you what! We’ll make it a bet. After all, this is just the first Halloween party of the month. If you don’t fit into her costume you don’t have to go, and I will do the chores this week! But if you do fit, you have to go in Alice’s place. If they recognize you as a boy, no one will make fun of you. After all, it’s just a Halloween costume. I will also do the chores for a whole month, and wear whatever sexy little outfits you want me to every time I do them. I’ll even let you cum once every week this month! But if they don’t recognize you, you have to go as a girl to every single other Halloween party as well as dress as a girl the whole month, and I pick out what sexy little outfits you have to wear! And you don’t get to cum for the rest of the year!” She said with a big smirk on her face, and she subtlety pushes her boobs together and stick her butt out.

She was turning me on and I could hardly think straight. “What do you think? Can you just imagine me wearing a super short skirt and really tall heels, walking around, bending over and cleaning? Getting down on my hands and knees to get to every single spot. And then you could actually go jerk off to what you saw every week! Wouldn’t you like that?” She spoke in such a seductive voice.

I was mesmerized by her, all I could do was nod my head yes. “So does that mean you’ll do it for me sweetie?” She asked cheerfully. “ OK.” I quietly agreed.

“Yay! I’m so glad! OK, well to be clear, you can’t tell anyone you're not a girl. You have to do all that you can do to convince them that you are. You need to do whatever it takes. You promise to do whatever it takes? Otherwise it’s not fair!” She said sternly.

“Yes, I promise I’ll do whatever it takes, Lily. But as you’ll see, I won’t even fit in her outfit!” I said. Confident I wouldn’t fit.

Lily, so excited, didn’t even comment as she rushed to her second room to get Alice's costume ready. As she worked she said, “Rylie, I know you don’t have much body hair, but you need to go shave it off.”

She commanded.

“But I’m just trying it on, why do I have to shave?” I didn’t understand. “Don’t argue with my Rylie. Just be a good girl and do what you're told.” She demanded back. It was intimidating and I didn’t want to upset her. I didn’t like that she called me a girl, but I wasn’t going to fight about it. “Yes Lily.” I said, defeated, as I went to her other room to shower.

She was right, I don’t have much body hair, and what I did have was thin and light and came off with ease. I felt so emasculated already just being hairless. It didn’t help that I smelled so feminine. After drying myself off, I wrapped the pink towel around me and couldn’t find my clothes.

“Where are my clothes, Lily?” I yelled from inside that bathroom. “You don’t need them, I have her outfit laid out already! Just hurry up!” She yelled back.

I opened the door up into her room to see her standing there, her outfit already on and Alices laid out on the bed. She was in a tight red vinyl top that pushed her big boos together and made them look like they might just pop out. She wore a tight, short red matching vinyl skirt that hardly covered her butt. Her smooth, sexy legs, looking long and flawless, standing in tall, sexy, shiny red high heel platform pumps. Her red little devil horn head band in her hair. She looked so incredibly sexy.

I was so horny, it had almost been a month since I “cam” last. Next to her on her bed she had laid out the outfit. It matched hers except this one was black vinyl with black shiny high heel platform pumps. This outfit also had a small black vinyl thong next to it as well as a small back pair of wings, and a small black halo.

I walked over and looked at it nervously. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, hoping she would change her mind. But she looked so so good and simply said, “Yes, you agreed to this, don’t disappoint me. Now hurry up and get dressed.”

“ OK, fine. I’ll come out once I have it on.” I said, still nervous about putting on girls' clothes. “No, you’ll get dressed right here. I need to make sure you don’t cheat. Go on, drop your towel and get started!” She commanded. She has never seen me naked. I can’t let her see me! If she sees how small I am she’ll never go out with me for sure!

But before I could protest, she grabbed my towel and pulled it off of me. My face turned as red as her outfit. With her heels on, she was taller than me, and to be standing there, with her looking so sexy, and me being naked and hairless, I was so nervous! My little dick was maybe an inch and a half long. My tiny balls were almost not noticeable as they tried to hide underneath.

She looked down at me and couldn’t help but giggle. This just made me more embarrassed. “Wow, your ever smaller then I thought! I thought I was right about you looking like a girl before. Now, now I know I’m right! Look at your little hourglass hips! It even looks like you have little boobs!” She laughed hard at this. “That little rub of a penis is so small! Yep, you’ll make a very convincing girl!”

I was so humiliated. I felt so crushed, but I hardly had time to think about it. “Hurry up and put your panties on girl! We need to make sure we are ready in time!” Lily commanded as she thrusted the g string at me. I just hung my head and put them on.

It felt weird slipping the vinyl panties up my freshly shaven smooth legs. It felt sexy and sensual. It also felt weird to have the vinyl string in between my butt cheeks. It was hart breaking when I saw how my tiny dick hardly made a small bump in the panties.

Lily laughed at it for a while. “Oh my god, you look exactly like a girl, just like that! But just in case, we can’t risk having that tiny little thing getting excited by me or the other girls dressed up all sexy and dancing around. After all, you haven’t cum in almost a month! Here, tape it down really good.” She commanded, handing me a roll of extra strength industrial duct tape.

Slipping the panties back down and, with Lily’s instructions, I taped myself down. First I pushed my tiny little balls up and then pulled my small scrotum back as far as it could go. Then I used two strips of tape, and taped that down as tight as I could. Then I pulled my penis back until it hurt, and put two more pieces over my “mini dick” as Lily called it. It was so tight and sticky, it hurt so bad and I felt like my dick was going to rip off! I couldn’t move it at all!

Once I put the panties back up, I knew I was fucked. I looked perfectly smooth. I even have to admit, I looked exactly like a girl. Lily was delighted. “Wow! Your perfectly smooth! You look like a sexy chick already! Let’s make sure this tape works. I can’t lose over you not being able to control yourself!”

She started to dance, swaying her body and doing everything she could to seduce me. She turned around and rubbed her plump sexy ass against my now flat front. It looked exactly like two girls having foreplay. She moaned as though she was aroused as she grinned up on me. She then turned around, putting her boobs right in my face as she reached down, putting her hand between my legs, rubbing up and down on my vinyl panties. My little dick burned as if on fire as it tried desperately to get hard, but completely unable to do the intense stickiness of the tape.

My whole life I felt like I’ve waited for her to touch me there. But I was completely unable to feel it as her white manicured fingers rubbed my panties like a girl would do to turn on another girl. She could tell I was frustrated, desperate and aroused. “You like that baby?” She asked in a sexual tone. I let out a small moan as I nodded my head yes.

She then reached around with her other hand and pulled the back of my thong up, pulling the string tight against my butthole, making the front even tighter, even flatter, against my body. “Do you like wearing panties? Having something between your girly butt cheeks? Desperately trying to get in your tight little hole?” She continued in her same sexy tone and I couldn’t help but moan again. “Good girl!” She said seductively. And then stopped and giggled at how turned on and humiliated I was by the whole thing.

“Well, that tape held up great! Let’s get the rest of it on! Here we’ll tape your little boobs to give you some more cleavage!” She said with excitement. She just moved on as though she didn’t even tease me, like it didn’t even happen. My little dick is still desperate to get hard. It really hurt stretched back and stuck in place.

Lily had me push my chest together as she put a few pieces of tape on me. It really looked like I had cleavage and small sexy little boobs. I couldn’t believe how much like a girl I looked! But it hurt a lot having my skin stretched like that.

She had me put the black vinyl top on, completing my sexy boob look and hiding the tape. The skirt felt sexy, wrapped around my body, and looked so slutty as the bottom of my butt peaked out from the bottom of it.

Once I got the rest of the outfit on, I knew I had lost. Not only did it fit perfectly, I looked so much like a girl, I was scared. I was so embarrassed and humiliated! I can’t believe I look like a sexy woman!

It was weird standing there in heels looking like a girl I wish I could fuck. Lily said “Well, not only does it fit your girly body perfectly, so now you have to wear it to the party. But I also think I’m going to win this bet, and we haven’t even done your makeup yet!!”

I was getting worried she was right. I started to panic a little thinking about our bet. I can’t believe I agreed to be a girl for a month! What the hell was I thinking?! I was really starting to feel the pain from the tape too. “I don’t know if I want to do this anymore Lily. Can we just stop this? Plus, this tape is really hurting me. Can I at least go without it?” I felt desperate and hopeless.

She was angry at what I had to say. “No Rylie! A deal is a deal! And we can’t take this tape off. First off, it looks great and I’m satisfied with my work! Second, it’s extra strength industrial tape! Look, it even says, don’t apply to skin. May cause irritation and harm if removed. So no, the tape will not be removed either. Now go sit down so I can do your make up!” She said in a belittling way.

“What!? So I can't remove that tape without ripping some skin off?! Why would you have me use that?! I put it on my penis!?”

“Stop your complaining sissy! I know you put it there! I told you too! It’s not like you were using that pathetic little dick much anyway! You can either shut up and do as you are told like a good girl. Or I can use this tape to tape your wrists and ankles together and call over some big strong REAL men and they can show you what happens to bad girls! So what’s it going to be?” She looked at me with a cold stern look. Seeing her in her sexy devil outfit was both turning me on as well as reflecting on who she is.

I was scared of her threat and felt vulnerable and weak, like a helpless girl. I looked down at my small girly body and said “I’m sorry lily. I won’t complain again.” I sat down and let her do my makeup.

“Good” she said, angry that she even had to threaten me. She got to work and carefully applied makeup all over my face. She then styled my long blond hair a little. When we were done, she had us stand and look in the mirror. “I’m the devil, and you're my little demon. You do whatever I say, no matter what, and my satisfaction is all you’ll get in return. Isn’t that right?” She said in a cute but serious way that demanded a response.

“Yes.” I softly replied. I knew she didn’t want me to say no. She smirked, she liked how weak I was. As we were about to leave, she handed me a small black vinyl clutch bag that would match my outfit. As I reached for it she almost screamed in panic. “Oh my god! I didn’t do your nails!!! No girl would show up looking this hot without her nails done!” She rushed to her room in a panic.

I opened my clutch to put my phone into and saw makeup, clearly to be used to touch up mine later. I also saw two condoms. Why would she put those in there? I didn’t get to question her because when she returned she throw gloves at me. “Put these on, we have to make sure they match!” She was clearly rushed and panicked.

Sliding the long silk gloves up my smooth arms felt nice and they made my slim arms look even smaller. “Perfect!” Lily exclaimed as she rushed us out the door to catch our ride.

When we arrived at the place I saw it was a frat house. I’ve never been to a frat party, but I was incredibly nervous showing up like this. They would all see I was a small dorky guy trying to dress like a girl, or worse. They would actually think I’m a slutty girl trying to party.

As we approached the front there were lots of people all around the outside and the sound of music and lots of people spilled out from inside. Lily asked a very sexy girl dressed as a maid to take out pic real quick.

We posed off to the side of the house as she took what felt like a ton of photos. Taking one, reviewing it with lily and myself, even though I didn’t say anything. Then, going back to take a better one. Finally, we got a few both girls were pleased with and she wished us girls good luck and to have fun at the party.

She really didn’t seem to suspect or think that I was a guy. That didn’t fill me with any relief as we walked through the front door of the large house. That party was clearly already ragging and many people were already very drunk.

As we stood there for just a second to take it all in, some guy who, I guess, followed us in, slapped my ass kind of hard. It frightened me and made me jump a little. We both turned around to see 4 tall, muscular men standing right behind us.

“Hey little cutie! Your great ass is stopped in the doorway. Why don’t you wiggle it on out of the way and go get me and my 3 friends a drink while we talk to your little devil friend here!” This tall man dressed as a shirtless firefighter said in his deep masculine voice.

Lily giggled a little and said “Yeah Rylie! Wiggle your cute ass! Oh, and get us one too! I’ve always wanted to talk with a “firefighter”! Don’t worry, I’ll save at least one of them for you to talk to when you get back!”

I was just so shocked. So much is happening so fast! I don’t even know how to handle this. I just sort of blurted out “Umm OK.” And I turned to walk to what I thought was the kitchen.

“I said wiggle that ass bitch!” I heard Lily yell out after only just two steps. I could hear the guys laugh as lily giggled. I knew she would be pissed if I didn’t. So I sighed, and continued forward, swaying my hips with each step I took in my tall heels. I could hear the laughter increase and one of the guys commented “Damn, what a fine ass that chicks got! I would love to fuck the shit out of it!” This was just met with more laughter.

Walking through the party was strange. I felt like I was in another person's body. Women looked at me completely differently, it was as if they were studying my outfit. It was like they saw me as a woman. And men were looking at me differently too. They were looking at me with lust and arousal in their eyes. It was incredibly frightening.

I had a few unexpected slaps on my ass as I walked to the kitchen. I also had quite a few guys already hitting on me. There was a bartender pre-making drinks. When I asked what they were, he just replied, “Don’t worry baby girl, they are delicious!” I grabbed a small tray near by to put 6 of them on. I can’t believe how many people think I’m a girl! No one is even questioning it!

Walking back was certainly a struggle in the tall high heels through the crowded party. As I approached Lily and the guys, I was glad I didn’t spill a single drop. She was already dancing with the guys, one grinding on her from behind, one in front, and one on both her sides. I could hardly see her!

“I got the drinks!” I tried to yell over the loud party. Some girl walking by replied to me “Hey girl! Where did you get those?” She was a beautiful woman. One I would love to date! She was dressed as a vampire I think. “Just down that hallway and over to the left two rooms!” I realized how much we even sounded alike. I knew I didn’t have a deep manly voice. But I didn’t notice just how girly it was until now.

Lily noticed me with the drinks and the boys kind of stopped dancing with her just long enough to each grab one. I took my drink and bent down to put the try up against the wall. One of the guys grabbed my hips and pushed his hard cock up against my ass.

I froze in place. I had no idea what to do! I was totally freaking out. “Drink up Rylie! You need to relax and dance girl!” Lily yelled from behind her wall of men. The guy behind me was totally grinding up on me. I took a big sip of my drink, and started to move my hips from side to side. Grinding my ass on his dick.

I just kept drinking and kept dancing. When our drinks were empty, I was ordered to go get more. The night just went on like this: drink, dance, drink, dance. Different guys, two at a time even. It didn’t matter. I let them grab me wherever they please. I was getting pretty drunk.

Lily was also getting pretty drunk, and she was letting those guys touch her all over. She was also making out with all of them too. She looked at me and said, “Go on Rylie, kiss him a little!” I don’t know why, it was probably the drinks, but I did.

I kissed this random guy. I kissed him a lot. As he danced with me and we kissed, his hands continued to explore my body. He put his hand over my crotch. I started to get nervous. Was he going to find out I was a boy!? I was so drunk and weak and strangely horny by what was happening I couldn’t really react. I just kept kissing him as he rubbed me over my panties. I don’t think he even noticed.

Lily ended up disappearing. I saw her get led off by two guys. Then suddenly, the guy I was with took my hand and guided it down, resting over his dick, with nothing but a little bit of fabric separating us. Without thinking, I rubbed it as we kissed. I’m not sure how long that went on for, but it seemed like a while.

Eventually, he took my hand and guided me up the stairs. Weaving past people, we made our way into a small room. Someone’s bedroom. He locked the door behind us and we kissed and danced some more. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. It was huge! Way way bigger than mine! I don't know why, but I started to rub it.

I can’t believe how weak and feminine I felt. I felt like I had to do this. Like Lily would demand that I do this, and this man would suspect something was wrong if I didn’t. I didn’t want him to suspect I was a guy, not this late into this. I rubbed his massive cock as I kissed him.

He put his hands around the back of my neck and head, kissed me a little more, and then slowly guided me down to my knees. I felt like if I resisted he would suspect something. If he found out I was a guy he’d beat me up, I’m sure. And something inside of me felt sexy. It felt aroused, it wanted more.

I got to my knees with this huge cock in my face. I had never done this before, but I have watched plenty of porn, so I’ll just try to do what those girls do. I looked up at him and gently kissed the tip of his cock. A sudden rush of excitement washed over me. My only little dick started to strain against the tape. OH MY GOD, I just kissed a dick, and I think I liked it!

I kissed it again, and then again. I gave it a little lick with my tongue. And then slowly slid the tip into my mouth. I do, I decently do like this. My little dick is burning, desperate to get hard as it fights against the tape as I sucked his cock.

I got lost in time as I sucked it. All I could focus on at that moment was trying to make him feel as good as I could. I wanted to make him feel good. Not only did submitting to him arouse me, but I wanted to make him cum with my mouth so he wouldn’t try to fuck me and expose my secret.

This mixture of excitement and fear drove me to do all that I could to please that dick. I tried my best to deep throat it and let it fuck my mouth. I wanted him to use me for his pleaser.

Then, after what could have been five minutes, or forty-five, I had no way of knowing and I didn’t care. All I know is my jaw was sore, my throat hurt, I could hardly breathe, and he was close to cumming. I told him “Cum down my throat baby!” And then I just kept sucking, licking, and deep throating until he was ready. I was too scared to know what cum tasted like, and I didn’t want it all over me either.

Then as I deep throated him again, he suddenly grabbed the back of my head so I couldn’t move, and throat fucked me. I heard him grunt as his cock twitched in my throat. I was struggling to hold my breath as he used me to make himself cum.

Eventually, his thrusting slowed and his grip on my head lessened and I could pull my head back some. Just enough to keep his tip still in my mouth. I did the best I could to breathe through my nose as he dribbled the rest of his cum into my mouth, completely coating my tongue in its salty, sweet cum.

I kept the tip of that huge cock in my mouth for a while as I lightly sucked and licked it. I could tell he had a strong orgasm. Finally, he pulled it out of my mouth and helped me up. “Damn girl! That was one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had!” I blushed hearing this, I felt complemented. “Thanks.” I said bashfully. “I would have loved to fuck you though, I would have made you cum so good baby!” He said sweetly, but with confidence, like he knew he would have.

I had to think quickly, what’s an excuse a girl would give? “Oh, I would have loved that, but I’m on my period. Besides, I like giving head!” I tried to sound as natural as I could. I was so nervous if he would believe me I could hardly breath!

“Oh, I get it. Well, thanks for the BJ baby! Hey, next party I see you at and you want to get the best fuck of your life, you just let me know!” He said as he walked out of the room, leaving the door open behind him. He seemed to believe it! I was just starting to feel relieved, when I noticed that Lily was down the hallway staring at me with her jaw open.

“Oh my god Rylie!?! You little slut!! Did you just blow him!?” She yelled, excited and surprised. She already knew the answer. I looked down, trying to avoid her gaze, and her question. “Oh my god!! You did! You're such a cock sucking slut!!" She laughed hard "This day just keeps getting better! So I guess it’s safe to say I won the bet! I can’t wait to hear all about it on the way home!”

We got in our Uber, and I was humiliated as Lily made me describe in detail all that happened. I could tell our Uber driver, a tall, dark, handsome man, was getting turned on by my story. I also started to realize I had lost the bet, and all that it entailed. This is going to be a long month. I was kind of surprised by my lack of shock at the fact that I just sucked a guy off. I was dressed like a slutty girl, worshiped his dick with my mouth until he cam down my throat, and I seem oddly ok with that?!

I am a little worried about how this is going to affect my life though...

-Katierosedreams Og Cap

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