#and i just got halo and hes So excited to be able to play it with me its been fun

[babymorte]

honestly this was exactly the night i needed

[bucephaly]

Anyone have recommendations for co-op games? I just got internet and now I wanna play games with friends

Preferably 3d games, think portal or halo rather than like. Stardew or don't starve.

[badkitty3000]

Five's Audition Tape

So, here's another one-shot I wrote a little while ago that I originally never intended on posting. But as I try and work on some new things, I figured I'd put this out there. It's another sweet, funny, sexy glimpse into the life of Five and his wife Vivian from my original series Halo. If you enjoy this one, you might like my full one-shot series of my two favorite horny lovebirds.

Summary: Vivian catches Five singing in the shower and secretly records the evidence. When she's caught, she tries to hide from him, which ends in some major rearranging of their kitchen pantry. What she doesn't know, though, is that their little closet bang is not the private moment they intended.

Five x Female OC, 4,179 words, one-shot

Warnings: Smut, Closet sex

Five thought it was a safe space. He thought he was alone. Alone and free to sing loudly and unabashedly in the shower without fear of judgment. He was very, very wrong. Because if there was one thing his wife lived for, it was catching him doing something stupid and using it for her own, personal gain.

No one would ever have thought in a million years that Number Five Hargreeves not only knows the lyrics to Shaggy’s 2000 hit Angel, but also secretly loves it and sings it at the top of his lungs when no one else is around. No one would have thought he’d do the accent when he sang it, either. But yet, there he was, scrubbing his hair behind the safety of the shower door, and singing lines like:

 Looking back Shorty always a mention

Said me not giving her much attention

She was there through my incarceration

I wanna show the nation my appreciation

Unfortunately for Five, he was not alone in the house like he thought he was. Vivian just happened to get home from work early and had come upstairs to change when she heard the speaker in the bathroom blasting out the Reggae-heavy song, accompanied by her husband’s very bad Jamaican accent.

She froze in place outside of the bathroom door, one hand on the doorknob and the other over her mouth to suppress her glee. She didn’t even know what to do first, she was so excited. Should she barge in and surprise him, scaring him and embarrassing him at the same time? Should she keep it to herself as ammo for the next time he annoys her? Or should she sneak in, record an audio clip on her phone, and send it out to his entire family? The choice was obvious.

With her phone in hand, Viv slowly and as quietly as possible turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. The music was playing loud enough that he shouldn’t have been able to hear her enter, and he couldn’t see through the frosted glass of the shower door. Still, she crept in on tiptoes, her phone already recording his secret bathroom concert. As she bit her lip to stifle the laughter that threatened to peal out of her at any second, Five continued to sing about his darling angel being closer to him than his peeps.

After she had recorded several seconds of it, she turned around to sneak back out the door. As she turned, though, her sleeve caught on a bottle of lotion next to the sink, tipping it over with a loud thump. Viv froze in place and Five immediately stopped singing. There was a brief pause of silence, and then the shower door flew open with a bang, revealing Five standing there with a deep frown of confusion on his face. Their eyes locked for a second before he looked down to the phone in her hand and then back up at her face. Viv broke into a grin. Then she made a run for it.

Normally, this would be a futile effort, since no matter how fast or far she tried to get away from Five, he always popped up in a blue flash, cutting her off from her escape with a cocky smile. But she had caught him off guard this time, and when she sprinted out of the bathroom, she slammed the door behind her so that he didn’t get a good look where she went running off to. By the time Five got his wits about him and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist, she was long gone. Hidden somewhere in the house.

As Five began blinking randomly around the house, disappearing and reappearing in different rooms and closets, he smiled to himself. He was well trained in the art of tracking and hunting another human, but this was a very different game of cat and mouse they were playing. And he was most definitely going to be preying on this particular little mouse when he eventually caught up with her. Five stopped when he blinked into the living room. He pushed a hand through his wet hair and ran his tongue over his teeth with a smile.

“You know I’m going to find you, Vivie,” he called out. “You are a terrible hider and you can’t walk more than two feet without stepping on something or knocking something over.” He stopped and listened, but the house remained silent. “Brat,” he muttered to himself with a laugh.

He continued his blink-and-seek game, teleporting everywhere he could think of that she may have gone. He even blinked up to the attic, which he knew she couldn’t have easily gotten to, and almost bashed his head on the low rafters. She actually had him stumped for a minute, until he appeared in the kitchen and heard a noise. It was quiet, but he’d definitely noticed it. It was a crunching sound, like the sound of gravel beneath a shoe. Five smirked as he honed in on the location of the noise. In one perfectly calculated blink, he rematerialized inside the food pantry closet.

“Gotcha,” he declared just as Viv shrieked and took a step back, her back hitting the shelf behind her and knocking over another packet of crackers that had given her away in the first place. Five was right, she was a bad hider.

Five held her by her upper arms, a devious grin spreading across his face in the dim light, and squeezed his grip tighter. Viv was breathing hard from running and from being startled, but she laughed breathily.

“Hi, honey,” she said sweetly. “How was your shower?”

“It was very nice until I was rudely interrupted. Now tell me, my love, what were you doing with your phone?” Five glanced over at the shelf where Viv had set the phone, the screen still lit up with the family group chat ready to go. His green eyes flitted back to her face as she tried not to laugh again. “Oh, you think this is funny?”

“Do I think walking in on my elderly-but-not-really, ex-assassin, hard-ass, time-traveling husband singing a 2000’s Reggae/rap song in a fake Jamaican accent is funny and I need his entire family to hear it?” She beamed up at him with fluttering eyelashes. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

Five sighed loudly, tilting his head back before meeting her eyes again with a pitying look. “You know what’s going to happen now, don’t you, angel?”

Viv’s nervous swallow was audible in the small space they occupied. “You’re going to blink us both out of this closet and you’ll forget all about it?”

Five closed in on her, his half-naked body still damp with beads of water from the shower, his hair falling in pieces onto his forehead. He leaned in until his mouth was next to her ear, rubbing his cheek against hers.

“Wrong,” he whispered darkly.

He pressed up against her, pushing her harder against the shelves, the towel around his waist doing nothing to disguise his rapidly hardening erection. He moved his hands down to her wrists and held them tightly as he breathed hard against her neck. Viv could feel his damp hair tickling her face; his chest flush with hers.

“I do love it when you misbehave like this. It really gets me going.”

“Five,” Viv weakly protested, letting out a small laugh. “We’re in the kitchen pantry and our son is going to be home very soon. I’m not going to…”

She was cut off by Five’s thigh that he shoved between her legs, as well as the sharp nip he gave her neck as his hands tightened on her wrists.

“You’ll do what I tell you to do,” he hissed. “And right now I’m telling you to turn around and get that skirt up.”

It was dark in the closet, but enough light was coming in from around the door to illuminate Viv’s face so that Five could see the flicker of a smile cross her lips and that look in her eye that meant she liked what she heard. After years of marriage, he could read her like a book. And even if he couldn’t, the rapid change to her breathing would be a big hint.

She looked him in the eyes and whispered. “Let go of my wrists, then.”

Five let his grip on her go and Viv slowly turned around, just like he told her to; her ass brushing against him in the process because of the close quarters. She reached down and hiked up the hem of her pencil skirt, pulling it all the way up to her waist before grabbing onto the wire shelves containing their household dry goods with two hands. She pushed back against him as he let out a dark chuckle.

“Sometimes I think you do things just so you can be punished.”

With a firm tug on her hips, Five pulled her back, the large tent of his towel pressing harder against her backside. Viv’s hands tightened onto the shelves as she felt the towel drop to the floor and Five’s fully erect cock sprang to attention before rubbing between her ass cheeks and the thin material of her panties. His mouth was on her neck, hard and rough, as he started to mark the space next to her shoulder with his teeth. He let out a groaning sigh as he moved to another spot to do the same thing.

“What do you think, bad girl…” he mused quietly as his lips traveled to a new, unmarred area of her neck. “Are you wet enough for me yet?”

Five’s hand found its way around to her front, his long fingers creeping into the side of her panties and sliding up through her silken folds. He paused to bite down on the other side of her neck as a loud gasp caught in her throat. He continued his exploration, spreading her slick over her entire swollen heat, ending at her clit and expertly massaging it. Viv rocked her hips back and forth, wanting more pressure from his hand in front and his cock from behind.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Five smirked as she whimpered sweetly for him.

He considered his options of pushing her underwear to the side or removing them completely. He liked the idea of sliding inside of her while she was still fully clothed. But he also wanted as much access as he could get, so he removed his hand and shoved them down her hips so that they dropped to the ground around her feet. Viv automatically stepped out of them, her heels tapping on the floor as she readjusted and spread her legs apart.

Five wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her in tightly while using his other hand to position himself against her entrance, pushing inside of her with one thrust. The low growl he let out mixed with her moans as he bent her over as far as possible in the small space.

“That’s…oh yeah…that’s good,” Viv whined, hanging her head down and closing her eyes.

“I don’t want to hurt you, darling, but I need to fuck you hard,” Five warned, his voice tight with restraint.

Viv nodded eagerly. “I’ll let you know if it’s too much.”

He didn’t say anything else, just started pounding into her. Viv clutched onto the shelves tighter, Five’s hands wrapping around hers and squeezing them hard to steady himself as he nailed his wife from behind. The shelves began to shake and squeak loudly with the activity, the items on top of them shifting and falling over.

“Fi-ive…f-uu-ck…”

“Too much?” Five rasped between gritted teeth, continuing to drive his dick deeper and harder inside.

“Nooo…” Viv moaned. “No…keep going…more…”

“That’s my girl.”

Five’s grip tightened even more as he concentrated on giving her the fuck of her life. The added intensity shook the shelving unit harder; boxes of pasta and cereal, containers of rice, cookies, and crackers falling over and spilling onto the ground. Viv narrowly missed getting hit by a can of soup that rolled off the top shelf and loose Froot Loops were being crushed into brightly colored powder beneath Five’s bare feet.

“I. Love. You. So. Goddamn. Much.” Five was grunting with each thrust, his hips slapping against her ass while she made little whimpering noises, biting at her lips. “Even when you’re an evil little brat.”

Five…Five…I need…” she was gasping, trying to suck in air and talk at the same time.

“What, baby…tell me.”

“I need my hand,” Viv pleaded, trying to free her hand from under his.

Five let go of his right hand so she could release her own before grabbing back on again for leverage. Viv’s hand dropped down between her legs to finger herself while she was being railed as hard as possible.

“Vivie…” Five grated out, his voice hoarse. “I can’t keep…fuck, you feel so good!”

With Five’s amazing cock slamming viciously inside her and aided by her own fingers, Viv’s orgasm rippled through her body, her muscles contracting as she tried to hold back the loud screams that threatened to erupt out of her.

“Fuck!” Five yelled, clearly not concerned with his volume level, despite the fact that they may not have been alone in the house, or in a private area.

His own climax seemed to last forever as he pressed hard against her, pushing her against the shelves until her body was being crushed. The adrenaline from the intense finish masked the pain Viv normally would have felt if her chest was being smashed into the blunt edge of a pantry shelf. With their bodies starting to relax and their breathing still loud and gasping, Viv brought her arm up and rested her head on her forearm as she closed her eyes and sighed happily.

Five held her to him for a little longer, before slipping out of her and kissing the back of her neck. After a few more heaving breaths, Five moved aside so that Viv could straighten up and pull her skirt down.

“Now hand over the evidence,” Five panted, holding his hand out, palm up.

Viv had almost forgotten what landed them in the closet in the first place, and she glanced around. She saw the glowing light of her phone that had fallen onto the floor, along with all the food items. With a short laugh, she dove for it before Five could get at it.

“No chance in hell,” she smirked.

“Vivie…I swear to god if you send that to my—”

At that moment, from one of the upper shelves, an opened bag of flour tipped on its side and came crashing down, creating a giant plume of white dust that settled over everything and everyone in the tiny closet. They both cried out in horror.

As they stood there, covered head to toe in flour, with pulverized food debris and questionable other things on the floor, they blinked at one another in stunned silence. Viv was the first to start, beginning with a quiet snort that quickly devolved into her doubling over with laughter, then coughing from inhaling flour dust. As she tried to both laugh and cough at the same time, Five started in with a low chuckle while shaking his head like a dog to free the thick layer of white powder from his dark hair.

Just then, they both heard a noise from outside the pantry door. It was the sound of footsteps getting closer, followed by the voice of their son singing along quietly to some song that was playing on the noise-canceling headphones he seemed to wear at all hours of the day and night. As it turned out, this was a good thing, because neither one of them were entirely sure how loud they had been or how long he had been home. And even if they had kept their own noises to a minimum, the sound of crashing dry goods all around them should have been loud enough.

Viv’s eyes widened, knowing their teenage son was bound to be headed to the closet that housed all of the snacks. She looked up at Five, who read her mind and quickly grabbed her arm before blinking them out of there and into their bathroom upstairs.

As James headed in the direction of the sugary treats he was craving, he noticed the unmistakable flash of blue light coming from behind the closed door of the pantry. There were only two people in the house that could have made that particular color of light and he was one of them. He frowned before continuing closer. He took the headphones off and left them hanging around his neck.

“Dad?” he called, confused as to why in the hell his father would be inside a closed kitchen pantry. “What are you…”

James opened the door and stared inside. He wasn’t sure how a tornado could have ripped through one tiny closet while sparing the rest of the home, but that’s what it looked like. A dense cloud of flour still hung in the air and he waved his hand in front of his face and coughed. It was empty of any people, but it was certainly filled with a giant mess.

Boxes, cans, and plastic containers that once stored various food items were knocked over and either lying on their sides or upside down. Dried pasta and beans were mixed with a million grains of rice scattered into every crack and crevice of the floor. When he looked down and saw the remains of his favorite cereal which was now nothing but a bright pink and blue powder, he groaned sadly.

“No! Not my Froot Loops!”

Then he realized what else he was looking at. There, on the floor in a heap, and covered in a thick layer of white flour, was a wet bathroom towel and a pair of women’s underwear. James’ face fell and he couldn’t decide whether to scream or vomit. He clenched his teeth together and balled up his fists, unintentionally mimicking his dad.

“Seriously? In the food?” he grumbled out loud to himself. Then he threw his head back and yelled in the general direction of the upper floor, where he now knew his parents had escaped to. “You guys owe me a box of Froot Loops! And stop being so gross! People eat in here!”

There was no answer, but he sighed angrily and stuck his headphones back on, blinking himself one of the last bags of chips that were still intact before stalking back to his bedroom.

“And they wonder why I don’t want my friends to come over. Maybe because my parents are the two most disgusting people on the planet,” he muttered to himself while shoving a handful of Doritos into his mouth. “This family is so fucking embarrassing.”

Five had managed to blink himself and Vivian into their bathroom upstairs, which was now also covered in flour. Still stifling their laughs, they rinsed off in the shower, trying their best not to make a paste out of the mixture of water and flour in their hair. After cleaning up and toweling off, Viv was squeezing out the water from her hair when Five remembered something.

“Hey, where’s your phone? You still need to delete that shit off there.”

Viv eyed her phone on the bathroom counter and quickly grabbed it, clutching it to her chest. “No way, I’m not deleting that. That’s pure gold!”

“Vivian…” Five started in a threatening manner.

She smiled. “I promise I won’t do anything with it unless you piss me off or I need blackmail for something. Besides, it’s adorable.”

Five huffed. “Shut up.”

“Don’t tell me to shut up. You wouldn’t want to make me mad now, would you? There’s no telling what I might do…” She playfully held up her phone, pretending she was going to send something to the family group chat that had already been opened before their closet fucking had started.

Five frowned. “Why is the text thread blowing up?”

Viv turned the screen toward her and saw that new messages were flying in, one after another, all from Five’s siblings.

Diego: Holy shit, I almost crashed the fucking car

Luther: What the hell? 🤯

Lila: Oh god, I just threw up in my mouth

Luther: This was so much worse than walking in on you

Diego: Seriously, what is wrong with you two?

Viktor: I need to wash my ears out. With bleach

Klaus: Hey, what are we talking about?

Luther: I cannot express to you how much I never want to hear that again

Lila: Vivian, I have lost all respect for you

Klaus: Seriously, what’s going on? I accidentally left my phone on the bus for 5 hours and I just got it back. Eww, it’s sticky

Viktor: Please lose my number

Sloane: Really…that was pretty bad you guys

Diego: You are no longer invited to family game night

Lila: I hate you both

Klaus: Oh hey, there’s an audio message on here!

Luther: There is a child living in your home. Did you think about that? No, you only think of yourselves

Sloane: I’m sure he wasn’t home

Lila: I bet he was. Poor thing. I’m calling social services

Viktor: She’s just kidding, guys, no one is calling social services. But still…gross

Diego: The worst part is that I had just picked up some Thai food. Can’t eat now. Thanks a lot

Klaus: 🤣🤣🤣💀💀💀

Klaus: Didn’t think I could die but I just did

Klaus: I’m keeping this for future use. Next time send a video, I need a visual for maximal effect 🍆✊💦

Luther: Klaus, you’re disgusting!

Diego: Don’t yell at him, he doesn’t know any better. The other two know that it’s wrong. So, so wrong

Lila: Did there have to be dialogue? Can’t you shut up for the two seconds it takes you to blow your load Five? I can’t unhear that

Viktor: This is now the top most traumatizing thing I’ve had happen in my life. Which says a lot

Luther: You two have some serious issues, you know that?

Klaus: Has anyone seen my red sparkly belt? I need it for tonight

Diego: Klaus, how can you ask that now? And no, no one has seen your stupid belt

Klaus: Oh, are we still talking about the Fivey Fuck Fest? I thought we moved on

Lila: I want out of this family

Sloane: If I have to be here, so do you

Luther: I think we need to establish some rules for this group chat

Diego: Who made you ruler of the group chat? But yeah, we do

Luther: Rule #1: NO SEX IN ANY MEDIA FORMAT ON THE FAMILY TEXT THREAD

Luther: Everyone in agreement?

Diego: 🙋‍♂️

Lila: 🙋‍♀️

Viktor: 🙋‍♂️

Sloane: 🙋‍♀️

Klaus: 👎

Luther: Great, majority rules

Five stared at the phone, then back at Vivian, then back at the phone, his eyebrows crunched together.

“Did you…did we…”

Viv cringed. “I think so, yeah.”

Five pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes to gather himself. “Let me get this straight. You just sent an audio message of us doing it, loudly, to my entire family?”

“It would appear so, yes.”

“Vivian!” he cried, throwing his hands in the air.

Viv pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. “It was an accident!”

“An accident that wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t think you were so fucking funny and recorded me singing in the shower!”

The giggles she had been holding back started to bubble out. “I’m sorry. But it’s a little funny, don’t you think?”

“Not really, no.”

“Oh.” Viv snorted back a laugh and then fixed her face in an attempt to look serious again. “At least it was a good performance by you. I mean, it could have been worse.”

Five narrowed his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean? When is it not a good performance?”

“Oh my god, Five! You’re making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be.” She looked down at her phone and started typing.

“What are you doing now?” Five asked.

“Trying to apologize…hang on…wait, why can’t I…oh those assholes!” she said, looking up at Five in shock.

“What?”

“They removed us from the group chat. What the fuck?”

Five stood there for a minute and then he started laughing. “Now, that actually is funny.”

Viv grinned. “Now I kind of want to do it again. Just to fuck with them.”

Five leaned in to kiss her. “I have no problems doing that again. But let’s keep the next session a little more private, shall we? And maybe with a little less involvement of unsecured baking ingredients.”

[the1975attheirverybest]

A/N: here is the requested coming out conversation with Matty. I know the whole point of doing these single-scene fics is to keep them short but….here we are.

Disclaimer and acknowledgements: I want to preface this by saying that i am not, myself, a queer person. So please feel free to reach out with constructive criticism. I have done as much research as I could and I’ve asked for feedback from some very, very generous queer friends on here who have offered me their insights and suggestions, and helped talk through it with me. I want to extend my very biggest and sincerest thank you to those kind friends. I’m humbled by your kindness and grateful for what you’ve taught me!

ANY ERRORS OR MISTAKES IN THIS FIC ARE MINE AND MINE ALONE, NOT A REFLECTION ON ANYONE WHO HAS HELPED OR GIVEN ME FEEDBACK.

Warnings: none.

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She stood by the door listening into Matty’s home studio for any indication that he might be working on something. Unusually, though, she couldn’t hear the strumming of the guitar that she’d grown accustomed to, or the incoherent exclamations of excitement that Matty usually shouted out whenever he landed on something that he thought was particular good, not even the sound of the frustrated groaning of being stuck on a song for too long and not being able to finish it was coming from behind the door. The silence made the moment feel even heavier than it already felt in her mind. She knocked on the door with shaky hands, cracking the door slightly open and peaking through.

The sight of her boyfriend, laying down on the floor, next to his acoustic guitar, eyes closed, mop of hair splayed out around his head like a halo, made her smile. At least for a moment, she almost forget the anxiety that she’d tried to push to the back of her mind.

She walked into the room, shutting the door behind her and hurrying towards Matty. She got on her knees next to him, laying down on her back and looking up at the ceiling.

“What’re you doing?” She finally asked.

Matty’s eyes opened at the melodic sound of her voice. He felt himself smile. Her voice always makes him smile.

“Writing a song,” he mumbled, sliding his palms under his head like a pillow.

“What’s the song about?”

“You.” He replied without missing a beat.

She could feel her cheeks warm up. The fact that Matty’s compliments still managed to make her blush, or throw her off her feet, making her feel warm and fuzzy inside, even after all this time, baffled her.

“So, can I hear it?”

“Well, I haven’t written it yet. I might be a bit stuck. I just have a couple of chords that make me think of you.”

She slowly rolled herself to lay on her stomach, propping her face up by holding it in her hands.

She watched as Matty reached out his arm to the other side and grabbed his guitar by the neck, without even sitting up, he placed the back of the guitar onto his chest, adjusting it slightly so his hands were in position and his fingers on the frets, he strummed the strings, up and down, rhythmically, smiling up at the ceiling, imagining the expression on her face as she listened next to him. “Then I don’t know what happens in the middle. But then it goes like this…” switching his finger positions around, he strummed again.

“Pretty.” She remarked, softly, “like me.” She moved to lay back down on her back as Matty set the guitar away again, chuckling silently.

“Yes, exactly like you.”

The silence that followed in the absence of the chords he’d just played lasted a beat too long, making her chest feel uncomfortably heavy. She hated knowing something he didn’t. He was just laying there thinking about the song he’s trying to write for her. About her. Not knowing that she came here for a specific purpose. It felt unfair. He felt far away from her. Like he was an island and she was drifting in the waters further and further away from him.

“You’ve kissed boys before.” She blurted out, instantly regretting the clumsy opener.

Matty’s wandering eyes focused on the chandelier in the middle of the ceiling. His body perfectly still. “I have.”

“W-why?” She felt herself tense up. Hold her breath.

Matty was quiet for a moment, contemplating her question. Eventually, he shrugged. “I don’t know. Why not?”

He was quiet again, then, he turned to lay on his side. The side facing her. “I’ve kissed guys that I thought were pretty. And I’ve kissed the boys.” He stated. “With the boys it’s different, though.”

She was grateful for his perfectly normal demeanor. He was treating this line of questioning like any other. Not even asking her why she’d brought it up, or finding it unusual, but the fact that he was no looking directly at her, while she remained flat on her back, doing her best to avoid eye contact, made her feel uneasy. “D-different ho-how?”

“That’s a good question” delighted, he took a moment to think.

she heard the smile in his voice and it almost made her turn to look at him.

“I think….with, like, other guys, it was kind of a compulsion that I gave into? Like- you ever read something or see a work of art, or hear a song, and feel it in your bones? Like it’s so beautiful, that it has a physical effect on you?” He laughed at his own words. “Like you wanna eat it or snort it like drugs or get it injected into your brain or something?”

She giggled. “Yeah….”

“Looking at beautiful men is like that for me. I get the urge to kiss them. And in the past I’ve not tried to stop my body when it happens. just kiss them.”

She thought she understood what he meant, but she wasn’t entirely sure. It made sense to her in theory. But it wasn’t exactly relatable. “A-and with the boys?”

“Obviously I think they’re beautiful people. But there’s the added element of, like, An expression of affection. Also the element of it being a subversive joke. So it’s more complicated than ‘oh god, I could kiss you….so, I will.’ You know?”

Matty watched her face, smiling to himself at her beauty, and looking on as she took his words in and let them sink in.

“Have you ever- like- had sex with men?”

“Nope.”

“Have you ever, uhh, wanted to?” She swallowed, finally turning around to face him.

“Nope.”

Their eyes met as he replied and he swore he saw a glimpse of disappointment, and he wanted to know why. To reassure her. To make the disappointment go away. but, restraining himself, he let it go for now.

“So, it’s visceral but not sexual, for you?”

He nodded, his eyes remaining on her.

“A-and, umm…you identify as straight?” Her tone more surprised than she’d intended.

“Yeah, I do.”

“You don’t find that weird? I mean….I don’t know any straight men who occasionally kiss other men but don’t wanna have sex with them.”

Matty laughed, sitting up and folding his knees. “I’m sure they exist. I mean…I do.” He was quiet for a moment, bringing his knees closer to his chest and hugging them. “I like women. I wanna fuck women. And, I have no desire to fuck men. Is that- I guess that’s straight enough?” He he leaned in so that his chest was right up against his knees, resting his cheek at his bent legs.

She sat up, crossing her legs and facing him.

He spoke again when she made no effort to interject. “I suppose- look; this is how I see it. I don’t feel sexually attracted to men. As a man of privilege, it’s important to me not to appropriate a label by calling myself bi, or whatever. So, it just seems right to say I’m straight. But- like…fuck it. Doesn’t matter in the end, does it?”

“How could it not!” She leaned forward, causing him to unfold himself and straighten his legs back down. her visceral response surprised both of them.

Matty was taken aback. Unsure how to justify his nonchalance. He’d never given it any thought. He’d never had to. “Why are you asking, anyway?”

“You- you don’t think labels are important? Especially, like, if you’re not straight?”

Matty laughed, shrugging, “I don’t know. Doesn’t feel like a big thing. Haven’t you ever looked at a woman and thought ‘wow, she’s beautiful’ ?”

Matty’s heart sank as he watched the expression on her face shift dramatically. She looked alarmed. Like he’d walked in on her unexpectedly, like she’d walked into a room, not expecting to find him in. Like he’d startled or shaken something within her.

He could see, in her tense body, and avoidant gaze, in her sudden restlessness, that the silence was making her uncomfortable. Perhaps he’d asked the wrong question. But now that it was out there, there was no way of taking it back.

“Look,” he spoke cautiously, attempting to fill the silence and ease her discomfort. “I don’t think labels are all that important. I just also don’t think I’m gay. Or- bisexual. Or whatever you wanna call it. I’ve been me for 34 years, I’ve kissed men and I’ve kissed women, I feel like I’m pretty heterosexual. But, even if I’m not, I’m not like bothered about what the right word for who or what I am, is. Im not sure that it matters as much as the feelings themselves. And I know how I feel.”

“Well” she shrugged, “I- don’t.” She looked down at the floor, feeling a lump in her throat and tears in the corners of her eyes.

Matty responded instantly by reaching an arm out and pulling her towards him. “That’s okay,” he cooed, dragging her to sit her in the space between his legs. With her back pressed to his chest, and his arms wrapped around her, she felt the warmth of his body radiate into hers.

Several moments of silence had passed between them. With matty occasionally squeezing her gently. She was glad for the gesture. It felt calming. To her body at least. Though she suspected nothing would calm the storm of questions and thoughts inside her mind.

“It’s okay not to know how you feel. It’s okay not to subscribe to a particular label.” He reiterated, unsure of how else to convey that message to her. Saying it again and again seemed the only way.

“You only say that because you’re….this rich white musician guy.”

Behind her, matty frowned. “What do you mean?”

She sighed, taking a breath. “You always talk about how you learned that being gay or queer is fine because, at a pretty young age, your parents, as actors, were surrounded by all sorts of people, some of whom were gay and stuff, right?”

“Mhm,” he nodded with his arms around her, rocking her body along with his. she felt his nod in her spine.

“And that’s great, Matty. Don’t get me wrong. But- not being assed about labels is a privilege. You only feel so okay with it cuz of the way that you grew up. That’s not how everyone feels!”

She paused, feeling herself get worked up again, she looked up at him for a moment, then decided the eye contact was a little more than what she was ready for. “For some people, especially people who grew up in homophobic environments, a label is important. Being able to say that they’re not straight is important. Also, like, it provides a sense of community and belonging and stuff.” She exhaled audibly. “I’m just saying labels can be freeing, do you get that?”

Matty kissed the top of her head sweetly, rubbing his face into her hair. “Yeah... guess I hadn’t thought about it quite that way. But- yeah. I get that. I respect that. I just-“ he hesitated for a moment, mumbling “doesn’t matter what I think,” under his breath. “It’s sort of like- I mean, I guess some people care- but like why?- maybe I just don’t get it. Anyway….”

“No, no, tell me!” She tugged on the ends of his sleeve like a nagging child.

“Well,” he clicked his tongue, considering his words carefully before deciding that sterile language was the literal opposite of what he was trying to say, “sexuality’s a spectrum anyway, isn’t it?”

“Like….like the Kinsey Scale?”

“Sure, whatever.” He laughed. “Or a grid. Or whatever the fuck the new metaphor is. Take your pick of theorists….that’s not really my point- the point is, labels aren’t really going to work for everyone all the time cuz…people fall differently on the spectrum. I’m not- I don’t mean to abstract it into an academic subject cuz- never mind.”

She was familiar with this trait of his. When his mind worked at a different speed than his tongue, and when he tried, despite the burst of passion and the tangents spiraling into rabbit holes in his head, to be thoughtful about his responses, he tended to lose himself. She also knew that if she remained quiet for a moment, he’d try again.

“Labels don’t mean that your experience of your sexuality has to be identical to that of others who identify with that label….is what I’m trying to say.” He sounded satisfied, glad to have successfully condensed his thought into a communicable sentence.

“But- then how am I supposed to know what I identify as?” She squeezed one of the hands that was around her waist, prompting him to lean forward and kiss her cheek.

“Well- not sure I have an answer for that, Darlin.’” He thought for a moment, “hold on- are we- are we saying you don’t know if you’re attracted to men? Like is that what you’re unsure about?”

She laughed, “oh, I’m attracted to men….I just think I might also be attracted to women.”

“I see”

“Not in a- you way. In a ‘I think women are hot and imaging having sex with them’ kinda way. Maybe. I think.”

“Okay, okay…” Matty nodded slowly. “So- like, do you think maybe you’re bisexual? I mean, does that feel right to you? Sorry, I just- I’m trying to think of a way to, like, talk about labels as identities…not just labels. I don’t quite know how.”

She glanced down at the middle of her waist where his hands met, feeling herself well up again. “It’s just- I mean- how could I claim to be bisexual if I’ve never actually been with another woman? Doesn’t that sound fake and queerbaiting to you?”

Her question hung in the air between them as moments passed. When he didn’t instantly reject the idea, the way matty always did when he thought something was ridiculous, scuffing, rolling his eyes, responding with a dismissive “oh fuck off!” her nerves set in. It meant he was actually thinking about it. The thought scared her. She waited for him to say “yes, actually. That does sound wrong” she waited for him to confirm her fears, to tell her that her need to queerbait was some kind of sick attention-seeking behavior and she needed help.

Matty’s right hand left her waist, grabbing her hand and intertwining it with his. “Okay…..umm, I don’t ask this lightly at all, okay? Just know that I’m not being cavalier here….but umm- is this you saying that- that you would like to break up so that you could date women? To….like…I don’t know what the right words are here. Like; explore how you feel? Figure out what you’re comfortable with? I don’t know…” he gasped for air, breathless, stumbling over his words. “Try sex with women?” He shook his head “doesn’t sound right. I don’t mean it like it’s some kind of choice you can opt into or out of just to do a test run. But- like- I could see you wanting to figure this out without the monogamous commitment of a relationship. I’m sorry, I’m not saying the right-“

“Matty, Matty, Matty…hey, look at me.” She turned around to face him. Her free hand cupping his face gently. “I don’t wanna break up. I love you. I wanna be with you. I’d die if we broke up.”

He smiled, reassurance helping him regain his calmness. “Are you sure?” She saw a flash of light across his eyes and knew what he was going to say next. “Cuz… take it from me, sex with women is pretty fucking great.”

She chuckled, shaking her head.

“Seriously, though, it’s not about who you’re with. It’s about who you are. How you feel.”

“I know, it just- feels like I- don’t have the experience to justify myself.”

Matty felt her tense up against him. He also felt the urge to immediately dispel that idea from her mind. Help her feel comfortable in who she is. Show her that all he wants is for her to be herself. But he he held back. Reminding himself that this is not the same thing as her being sad or sick or stressed. This is not something that he can fix for her. And certain not overnight.

“I don’t- know how to say the right things. But if you ask me? You don’t have to perform your sexuality. You don’t have to dress a certain way, you don’t have to behave a certain way, and you don’t have to sleep with a certain number of women to earn the right to call yourself bisexual. You CAN if you want to do those things. If it helps you to connect with your identity. Feel more like yourself. But you don’t HAVE to. It’s not something you have to earn. It’s not a membership. It doesn’t expire if you don’t do it for a while.”

He could feel her hold in her laugh. Relieved to have broken through to her, he carried on. “ it doesn’t matter what people think. If someone thinks you’re less of a bisexual just cuz-“ he rolled his eyes, “ honestly, so fuckin what? Cry me a river, bro. ‘Oh, you don’t like how I identify sexually? It’s a good thing I never fuckin asked you, then.’ You know what I mean?”

“Hmm.” He listened, thinking about it in silence for a moment. “So….you’re saying…. I should say I’m bi?” She looked up at him.

“Well, you know, as a straight guy, I’m the designated bisexual people speaker and I grant you permission to do so.”

They both laughed.

“For real, though. Not to be woke or whatever….not my place to say. but it does feel like, all you need to be bi is to….be bi.”

She turned back around, resting her back against his chest again.

“Look, I may not be bisexual, but I do know some pretty cool people who are. A couple of them might even be cool talking to you about this. If you’d like me to, like, ask…? Maybe that would help?”

She whipped her head around “You’d really do that?” Her face smiling up at him.

“For that smile? Fuck yeah.” He kissed her lips pulling away only to add. “I love you. No matter who you are. What you identify as. How you choose to express yourself. I love you.” He kissed her again. “Always will.”

“Please shut up and stop interrupting. I’m tryna make out here.”

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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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“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. 

[kit-williams]

⭐️ Director’s Cut: Is there any particular section of a fic you’re writing that you really want to talk about?

So the Fics I really want to talk about involve Perturabo & Penelope but if I gush too much about them I'll probably spoil their plot

But another Fic I want to talk about "Against the Kitchen Floor" the part I REALLY want to talk about would be me giving away it's ending.

SO the fic I'll actually talk about is Death Guard Legion Mother: The Moth and The Butterfly (And about my writing process)

Female lead is named Isolde she's a perpetual (As anyone who isn't a follower of Nurgle has to be around the leading males) ((LOOKING AT YOU TYPHUS))

I'm kind of excited for this fic as it's really going to be me deep diving into Mortarion but just as I'm excited to showcase what me studying up on a Primarch can do I'm just as nervous. Mortarion is not one of the Primarchs I would go to writing easily like I do with Perturabo, Sanguinius, or like Konrad (Though I feel like I could do him better)

So a bit on why I put so much effort into studying up on them; it comes from my Halo days actually as I read Most of the books (Original series, Grey team, Forerunner saga, Kilo-five, I've read new blood don't think I read bad blood, I've read Last Light I believe... basically if it was published 2015 and earlier I've read it) ((basically 20 out of 35 books)) And I was really into sticking close to canon but having my own twist. Which lead to a lot of smaller AUs kind of like what I do now. I like to get a vibe of a character to be able to play with them in the ways that I do because otherwise I could easily just make an OC; Warhammer is large enough that I could and make a Space Marine Demon Prince be just as interesting as a Demon Primarch; I could have easily done the Perturabo and Penelope storyline with a Iron Warrior OC that could have been Perturabo in all but name.

However, I take great pride in being able to write Canon Characters in a compelling manner. So Mortarion is basically going to be a collection of vibes I got while studying him because I'm not selling my soul and free time to reading all the books on these guys (maybe one day). What other thing I'm excited about is that I get to flex more of my body horror writing style because I for some unexplained reason have a soft spot for Insectoid men (I'm gonna blame power rangers on this) so this will also be a lot of me just going on in detail why Mortation is horrifyingly handsome/beautiful.

The Part I'm excited for (Without giving away details) is the part where Isolde sees Mortarion in all of his grotesque beauty and of course she is disturbed by the fact that he's fallen/promised himself to Nurgle but she can't help but still be enamored by him. She still loves him and of course when she whispers his name on accident his eyes look over at where she is and they meet even across the distance. Then of course she has to get away from him because she's trying to not let people die around her.

I hope this was a nice look into an upcoming fic and about my writing process

[m0chitown]

🕷 Redback Spider | EARTH-90605: Manila, Philippines, 1968.

It's a change of scenery, hm? Welcome to Manila. It's 1968, and it's as hot as you can imagine it to be in a tropical nation. Oh, yeah, no, don't expect yourself to be slick and sneaky with your arrival-Word can get around everywhere in a second! And within those seconds, you're already family.

"Anak, meron kang alikabok sa ulo mo, halika dito, aayusin ko lang your buhok mo."

(My child, you have dust on your head, come here, let me just fix your hair.)

"Ang ganda mo talaga!"

(You're so totally pretty!)

"Foreigner ka ba?"

(Are you a foreigner?)

"Gutom ka ba? Gusto mo ba ng Halo-halo?"

(Are you hungry? Would you like some Halo-halo?)

I love Halo-halo...Anyways, allow me to introduce myself! I am known as RB. I was bitten by an extraterrestrial Redback spider. His name is Kanan, and what makes him extraterrestrial is his Symbiote form he injected on the right side of my neck, hence his name. He bit me when I got caught in my own web, being cornered by my boss and his subordinates from a mafia I work for...

Let's rewind a bit...

I work as a sketch artist for the police department. Can't do much with the pay that I have, especially with my circumstances of being both a woman and of a lower class. my Tito(Uncle) Aaron, works as a bartender at a pretty okay saloon. Our pay is enough to allow us to sustain ourselves in this grand, lively city despite the state of our economy so, it works out. Thing is, my Papa, my grandfather, was KIA during WWII and left me and my uncle a large sum of money we keep for absolute emergencies. As far as we knew, we were the only ones who knew about his inheritance until a little later down the line when I'd get surrounded and pinned to a wall by men in suits in a dark alleyway. Cliche, I know, I told them that too. They introduced themselves as Papa's former subordinates who were left with distasteful lives because of Papa's business with them. Until this day, I have yet to find out what tainted my Papa from being someone other than a sweet military guy but they threatened to hit the nail on my own coffin and harm my Tito in addition if I declined their offer to not only provide my Papa's old documents but to become their hitman. Someone who could do their dirty work for them in order to take down other mafia rings and eventually rise to the top as millionaires.

...

So...I took the option to withdraw those threats. I joined the mafia as their new hitman, all while having to keep this all from my Tito. It was rough, I couldn't take anyone's life just like that, and that is where we left off. With Kanan, such a transformation as such into a Spider-Person was gorey and unsettling, to say the least.

Kanan told me not to worry about it. Not to worry about them.

And the next thing I remember was my vision blacking out and gaining my own conscious back to shaking my boss' hand surrounded by the pools of mixed blood around us.

I'm still a sketch artist, and I'm still a hitman. And I'm still the RB. Needless to say, I've grown desensitized to my double life. I've gotten to be a better hitman, but it's not something I'm proud of and it's never going to be something I will be proud of. And one day, I'm going to bring this entire mafia down with me.

I'm just glad I'm not alone.

And, well, you know the rest!

Thanks, Kanan.

AAAAA This was super fun to write! And I'm so excited now that my Spidersona is finished!! :,,] It was a tough process seeing as I had to do a lot of self-reflection within myself as I don't typically have a reason to study myself and how I'm structured. It was especially difficult before as I used to shy away from analyzing myself too much due to past insecurities so putting everything I have in a character and realizing how pretty she truly is makes me want to cry :,0 I can't change the way of how I look much, not like I can play Tetris with my bone structure LMAO but it feels really good to be able to put my insecurities off and make a character I now love a lot :,,]

Translations of Baybayin: "Kanan," "Grabe...," "RB"

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Abbacchio wax play like,, hot wax

Hi besties, here for day three 😘

Friendly reminder that it's always good to try new things, but sometimes it never goes as planned, you're about to find that out the hard way

Day Three: Wax Play

Flames sparked to life underneath your fingers tip as you used your lighter to breathe life into a final candle. Three were special made for just this occasion, being less harsh on the human body and easy to scrape off with your finger, the rest were just for decoration, lighting up your room shrouded in darkness with a gothic feel to it. The yellow light contrasted pretty on your boyfriend's bare back, laying in bed waiting for you.

Giddy, you skipped over to him to crawl into bed, making it up to between his open thighs. He was completely naked, spare for a towel covering his dick so you didn't get wax on the only place he didn't want it, (which you were fine with) and some purple robes to add some spice.

"You ready, Leone?" His head rested on his pillow, looking away from you and the dresser holding his special candles. Earlier you made him take off all his makeup so that you could see the shy blush making it up to his cheeks and neck. He looked cuter than normal.

"Remember there's always a safe word if you ever decide you want to stop, 'kay?"

He remained silent. To coax some response out of him you patted his shoulder and asked again. "You remember the safe word?"

"Yes," He finally said.

"Good. And what is it?"

"It's 'Red'."

You gave him one final pat. "Good! Now, I'm just gonna give you a quick oil massage to loosen you up, that way it's easier to get the wax off of you afterwards, too." As you said it, you grabbed a bottle from the dresser and doused your palm in the oil. You tried warming it up before placing your open hands on Leone's chest, him hissing at the cold contact. They moved up his pectorals, softly squeezing them before moving down to feel the groves of his abs and his hips and the lines trailing below a towel to a sizeable lump you weren't allowed to touch yet. The oil made his skin glow under the warm light like an unearthly being crowned with the pale hair fanning around his head like a halo. He watched you with lavender-lemonade eyes set in a resting scowl.

"You enjoy drooling over my stomach?"

"Oops. Sorry."

You took a cloth and cleaned off the oil from your hands, "How are your ropes?" You asked while testing out the purple cloth tying his arms together behind his back. "They feel fine. I think I'm ready." Abbaccio shuffled around a little before settling back down.

"Okay," You added a quick kiss to the corner of his lips. "Love you~."

You quickly went back to being serious, you didn't normally do well in that category but you wanted to try for him, this was something Abbaccio's been wanting to do for a while. The darkest candle was grabbed, it was charcoal black and matched the shade of his iconic lipstick.

Carefully, you tipped it over so the melted wax could drip on to his belly. The muscles underneath you jumped at the heat. He jolted forward, only to be stopped by his ropes, and settling back down with a shuddering sigh. The wax cooled before it could drip down the grooves of his muscles, another two drops on his belly were able to slide down his side a few centimeters before rapidly cooling too. The dark wax contrasted with his milky skin, almost like a void taking over his body as you kept at it. Every new drop got another bodily jolt, each less extreme than the last.

As you continued, the urge to touch him grew. The hand not holding the candle twitched over his thigh making it up to the cloth barely covering your prize. Abbaccio was a little masochist when he wanted to be, it wouldn't hurt to try it. Would the difference between pain and pleasure excite him, just as much as the idea excited you? But you'll have to pace yourself. You took up gently squeezing the warm flesh of his thigh instead.

You decided that was enough black. Nearly every inch was decorated with inky spots that reminded you of a dalmatians spots, all of them lined with fiery reds where heat met with sensitive skin.

Next up was the white candle, slightly taller than the black one and a little thicker. Kind of reminded you of a certain someone's...

Ahem.

Just like the first, it was tipped over gently and three tiny droplets fell. Its was was opaque, nearly see through and didn't come up visibly on his skin. A little disappointing, but it turned what blackness it fell on a nice shade of grey so you didn't dawdle on it too long.

You couldn't handle it anymore and took a firm hold on his cock. God, he was already stiff and hot in your hand. Leone opened an eye and quickly shut it again once you doused another splash of ghostly wax over his left pec. Your touch was going up and down his length with your thumb lightly playing with his tip. The cloth did nothing to hide your actions, but it was just the two of you, what did you have to hide? So you threw it aside to see all of his glory.

A fat glob of wax hit Leone's nipple just as you squeezed down around him. Cursing and sputtering, his hips jumping off the bed, again forced down by the hand around his length.

"Fuck,"

"You're doing so good, Abba." You praised him quietly, almost unheard by the lewd noises coming from your hand.

Finally you put down the white candle, it didn't leave much noticable residue on his body but it was missing an inch or two of its height. The final purple one was next. It wasn't quite the shade of his eyes, more like a lavender. This was the thickest one but around the same height as the (now very stumpy) black candle. The time spent using the last two allowed a large crater to form, full of wax about to snuff our the burning wick.

Your fist picked up the pace around his pretty cock stimulating it faster right as you poured a waterfall of lavender purple down the valley between his pectorals, maybe too much even. Too much wax all at once spilled messily over his chest and fell to the stainless sheets. It all happened so quick when a piercing moan left his lips as searing white pain shot through his skin, the noise causing you to drop the candle, and squeezing his cock tighter in your fist without realizing it until it was too late, so much damage had been done so quickly, now there was lavender shit everywhere and fuck you probably just scared your boyfriend's whole chest–

Abbaccio's whole body shuddered underneath you, his head lolled back into his pillow as more whimpers and another moan keyed you in on his sudden orgasm, along with the red hot blush (and burn) on his face and chest. You suddenly felt too sticky, one hand covered in wax, the other covered in cum.

"Fuck! Abba, you just came to me burning the shit outta you?!" Horrified it flew out of your mouth before you could stop it. The blush on his face was reaching his neck, you couldn't tell where a blood rush stopped and the wax inspired burns began. You got out of bed, flying wildly into the bathroom as Leone shrieked after you, "That was the whole point of this thing, wasn't it?!"

"Just calm down! I'm getting some cream!"

"Fuck your cream, just get this shit off me!"

The dalmatian spots were easy to peel off, they came up with little pressure, unlike the thin sheet of purplish gunk that came off in shitty flakes and got everywhere in bed. Sure enough, bellow it all was angry and pink and hurtful to look at, but Abbaccio wasn't too upset with you. It did get his rocks off, anyway. After a soft wipe down with a warm, wet cloth you took out some burn cream, just like with the massage oil you warmed it between your hands before lightly rubbing it into his skin. The whole time Abbaccio didn't open his eyes, from embarrassment or pleasure you weren't sure, but you didn't inquire about it.

"Does that feel better?" Leone let out a soft sigh.

"Much."

"Good." You leaned down to kiss his neck, apologizing for the burns as you did. Leone only squished you closer to him, tossing you over so that you both were now hugging on your sides. He moved down to cuddle into your chest while your hand found its way into his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. "First times can't always go smooth, it was bound to go to shit sooner or later." He offered sounding sleepy. You agreed and didn't say much else. Nothing else was said while you bathed in silence. New sheets, check, your boyfriend was soaking in his burn creams, check. The whole room smelled like smoke after you blew out all of the other candles. Tomorrow you'd try to get the wax out of the carpet (and the nightstands, god knows that not buying candle holders would come back to bite you in the ass), as of tonight there's been more than enough excitement for the both of you, and you snuggled deeper into your boyfriend to fall asleep with him

[galacticrambler]

I won’t sit here and act like I haven’t watched people online just hate season two of the Halo show. While I understood the hate that season one got, I can’t say that I agree at all with their opinion of the current season. The show is very enjoyable..

Episode 5 “Aleria” takes our heroes who survived the destruction of Reach to the planet Aleria as they look for Soren and Laera’s son Kessler. Master Chief is hurt. Kai is missing. Vannak is dead. Riz is severely injured and “won’t be the same”.

Reach has fallen. Our heroes are lost, hurt, and struggling for the path forward.

I’ve seen so many people complaining about the show state that they are so mad that John is not in his Master Chief armor more during the show. Pablo Shreiber running around fighting the Covenant without his full armor on isn’t working for some people.

And, I somewhat get it. Whenever I’m watching The Mandalorian part of me gets frustrated from time to time that I’m not able to look at Pedro Pascal more often. I understand that he’s very rarely in the suit on that show, and it’s mostly Brendan, Wayne and Latif Crowder playing that role that I see on the TV. So I’m not here to completely disregard their opinion.

However, I think letting the humanity in the Spartans come through has been a very good decision. Being able to see the pain on John and Riz as they’re coming to grips with injury, the loss of their teammates, and the betrayal of the UNSC has been a joy to watch.

I know it’s not everybody’s cup of tea, but I really feel like the show is coming into its own right now and that excites me. I don’t need the show to be exactly like the video games. That’s not what I want from an adaptation like this. I want them to take some key characters, events, and other lore and turn it into a good show. I think they’re finally doing that.

John coming to grips with his feelings on the death of Vannak was a huge step forward for his character. They’re not just Spartans. They are people.

Look, there are three episodes left in the current season, and I can’t wait to see how the ends. It’s been a lot of fun

[icharchivist]

Sorry, drama again, just remove ask if you are tired/don't want to talk about it anymore and take care <3

I feel bad, but also I am kind of sipping tea, because when I was able to recognize his voice easily, because Lucifer, but... Welp... Somehow his voice never fitted Lucifer for me, both in gbf and rage of bahamut anime (didn't played the game) and generally when I head him I felt like I would like to punch him. No idea why, just his voice alone was pissing me off, the more I was able to recognize him in anime or game from sigh alone, like "it's you again, Sakurai". I have no idea why, seriously, it was few years ago and now I think it's kind of hilarious.

Tbf, I wouldn't mind recast or something, especially if it would help get Lucifer faster or something. *Sips tea* i feel so unable of emotions, like I should feel sorry and bad for those he cheated, but on the other hand... Will it change anything? My brain is rewired too much around Lucifer to really care... Oh welp, I will deal with it some day

I must say I am pretty excited for next stream. I think gbf mentioned earlier evokers 5* around this time and curious about Vikala uncap. Oh, don't they show trailer for anniversary around this time? Also I am finally getting close to my first transcend eternal and right now I am blocked by... Whorls and orbs, damnit. I think have most/can easily get most of materials for 150lvl and here I am... With not enough whorls and orbs, damnit *angy* Super Ultimate Angel Halo when with Super Ultimate Rewards, hmphf

Remember to drink water, but not too much!

ahah it's okay

I can't relate at all to how you feel about it since Sakurai was legit one of the first seiyuu i really obsessed over (he played two formative characters from my childhood that i was obsessing over when i was 13, ironically also paired with Suzuken, so i've had a lot of affection for his voice ever since, and seeing him paired with Suzuken in gbf again felt really on brand. All the more reasons for me to be sad), so personally i could never find he was out of place anywhere, it was just, ah, funny Sakurai following me around and giving me characters with similar thematic to haunt me!

I guess now you have justifications to your kneejerks reaction lmao

of course i feel bad for the victims of it all first and formost, especially since both mistresses came forward with a lot of health issues due to the stress the whole situation put them through it's just. another layer of horrible. I don't think it's fair to think about the outrage in the sense of "will it change anything?" i think just having compassion for the people involved is enough. We don't even have to address it per se, it's not like our voice matters, but i think it's at least the minimum before talking about our grieves for fictional matters that don't matter as much.

When it comes to his roles, it's so tricky because it's not just GBF to take into account. None of the big franchise that relies on Sakurai's name has done anything to distance himself from him, hell, between those two scandals ff7 released a new game where Sakurai took back his iconic role, and mp100 got its new season where Sakurai's character is just as beloved as ever. And we know GBF brought him back for the NY's intro with Lucio as well. And i also saw a recent anime announcement of a brand new IP hiring Sakurai, while they don't even have the excuse of trying to stay consistant with legendary characters he played.

It's like everyone is agreeing it's a very fucked up things he's done but he's too associated to their brands for them to do anything about it. It's so wild and confusing and hard to really predict where it's going to go from here.

GBF alrready announced 5* Lucifer and i don't see them announcing a recast so far, so it's really difficult to know if they even can terminate their countract with Sakurai at this point.

(To this day the only efficient seiyuu scandal solving i saw was with a3 when one of the seiyuu came out as rancid and a3 and his company literally dumped him the day after everything about him came to light, and they replaced him in the following week by the actor who played his character in the stage adaptation of the game. Then in the month that followed his voicelines were completely muted from the game and they revoiced the whole thing with the new VA in the following year. It was so swift and efficient that now when i just see them all go silent and wait for it to get quiet again, i just think they don't think it's worth addressing to start with lmao. Tho we are talking vastly different level of crimes so it is probably not the best scale for me to judge that with).

Next stream should mention things about Evokers's 5* yes, and we're all waiting for Vikala's 5* announcement. They should also show a trailer for the new anni event there, so we gotta stay tuned.

Congratz on the soon transcendance! Whorls and orbs are the worst, sorry you have to deal with it o7 this is such an Eternal grinding thing to happen lmao. More Halo jail for you rip.

Thanks for the reminder, and same goes to you! take care!

[ageless-aislynn]

Eee, look! I finished Halo Reach on Normal on Oct 14, finished Heroic on the 17th and finished Legendary today, the 19th! I got two achievements for Legendary, which I wasn’t expecting, one just for completing the entire campaign and one for completing it solo. That’s been the first one that counts those separately, at least that I’ve come across.

But I can’t even tell you how excited I am! I got stuck in a few places (the less we talk about the space dogfight part of Long Night of Solace, the better, ZOH MAH GAH) and kept getting absolutely incinerated while trying to fire the MAC cannon at the Covvie ship at the very end but beyond that it went fairly well, to my utter shock. But I was pretty prepared, I studied a bunch of Youtube tutorials (once again Halo Completionist proved to be invaluable as a resource, he has guides for regular walkthrough, for speedruns and for LASO and between those three, I was able to figure out something that would work for me to get me past the worst parts). Seriously, if you ever want to do any sort of Halo achievement, check out his channel. He can help you. 😎👍

I also picked up the 5 achievements at the bottom of the cap just as I was playing without even trying for them, so that was exciting on its own! I thought a few of them would take a lot of work and then bang, there they popped!

Anyway, I’m still hoping to get my Reach fic ready before NaNo starts on the first, because it’s harder to edit at that time, since I’ll need to focus on getting a lot of words written if I want to make the 50k word count by the end of the month. We’ll see how it goes! I mainly just wanted to share because I’m just so happy right now!

I still only have the one Reach GIF...

...but plan on making a few more. However, there aren’t exactly a ton of happy moments to GIF so let’s borrow some happier Halo moments from Cortana, Chief and Kai over in the TV series, hm?

There we go! Anyway, hope everybody is doing great, bunches of love to you all! 💖💖💖

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

This Game of Yours

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

Jason was beautiful.

And somehow that scar that went from the right corner of his mouth up to his temple only made him that much more beautiful to Y/N.

Those blue eyes were the same color of water on a stormy day in the Irish sea. And somehow Y/N knew they held the same tempestuousness.

The white streak weaved with his jet black hair so naturally that Y/N would’ve believed he was born with it.

His shoulders were so broad, making his 6’3 height feel even more imposing. He had a presence. People noticed every time he walked into a room. It made Y/N wonder how he was ever able to sneak up on people as Red Hood.

He was wearing a black hoodie underneath his black moto jacket.

Y/N knew Jason didn’t give a shit about fashion. Yet he was well-dressed without any effort – more so than most of the models Y/N had shot throughout her career.

Not being able to control herself any longer, Y/N raised her camera and took a photo.

Jason stopped surveying their surroundings and his gaze snapped to her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

But his growl didn’t scare her in the slightest.

“Anyone who’s by me when I have a camera is at risk of getting their picture taken. No one is safe. Not even you,” she answered his question unapologetically.

Y/N was working on a personal passion project for her next show. Her collection would be about the poverty and crime of Gotham. Half of the photos would show the heaviest crime areas of the city. And the other half would expose the lifestyles of the wealthiest people in Gotham.

Why did so many suffer from the same system that helped the rich get even richer?

When Bruce found out Y/N was going to Crime Alley and the Bowery by herself, he was visibly upset.

But he realized that Y/N would do as she pleased, so his plan b was to give her protective detail.

However, Y/N didn’t know that Jason had volunteered, almost immediately.

Instead, all she heard was Jason grimly telling her, “You’re lucky you haven’t been fucking murdered yet.”

She had only responded with a roll of her eyes.

“I’m not your escort so you can take my picture. I’m here so you don’t get raped or murdered.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a way with words?”

His only response was a glare.

Jason loved playing this game. The game of pretending to be irritated with her when actually he was absolutely infatuated with Y/F/N Y/L/N.

“The easiest way to stop getting your picture taken is to always be the one holding the camera,” Y/N added with a smirk and wink.

Jason didn’t answer, only thinking what a shame it was that no one got to photograph her.

Suddenly, the sunlight hit the top of his head perfectly, creating a halo around that thick and messy hair of his.

Y/N snapped another photo.

“Will you stop?” He warned.

It only succeeded in making her laugh.

And that just excited his heart even more.

“Jason, you were born to get your photo taken.” 

There was no joke underneath her words, only sincerity.

“Whatever,” he mumbled.

Jason had a hard time believing that. His skin was riddled with scars. And he was convinced that she’d be singing a different song if she saw his chest, with its thick autopsy scar amongst the so many others. The absolute last word he’d use to describe himself was beautiful. Strong and imposing? Yes. But never beautiful – or any other positive adjective, for that matter.

“I’m not kidding. If you ever want to stop the whole vigilante thing, you can easily become a model.”

Y/N had noticed it as soon as Jason took of his helmet that night. His domino mask had done nothing to prevent her from noting the obvious.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to realize Jason wasn’t like his “brothers.”

“Brothers.” What a strange word.

Should she consider all of them as hers?

Only Damian was actually related to her – and technically he was only her half-brother.

Y/N had watched Jason get on his motorcycle and leave the cave that night she’d almost died.

She’d agreed to stay for dinner and get to know everyone. And a part of her brain was excited to get a better read on the masked man that sat by her bedside as she’d recovered.

“He’s not staying?” Y/N had asked Bruce as he guided her to the stairs that led back up to the manor.

He only shook his head, but she noticed the disappointed expression.

Soon she found out that Jason was the black sheep of this strange family that had taken her in.

Dick was the one who told her about Jason’s dark past. All of it seemed unbelievable: murdered by Joker and brought back to life from a mysterious pit. Only to return to the family who appeared to have replaced him and never sought vengeance on Jason’s behalf. 

But it was true; Y/N had seen no lie in Dick’s eyes when he filled her in.

Suddenly there was yelling coming from around the corner.

Without hesitation, Jason shoved Y/N behind him.

He reached for one of his guns and then realized that he didn’t have any.

Y/N was rather vocal about hating them, claiming they made her extremely uncomfortable.

Her expression alone as she said it was enough for Jason to swallow his stubbornness and leave the things at home.

Bruce was rather taken aback by the gesture. Nothing he’d ever said was enough to get Jason to do that.

A gang of young men came marching around the corner like they owned the place…because they did. This was their territory.

Jason immediately recognized them as some of the Russian mob.

Despite pulling Y/N behind him, they still caught sight of her and looked her up and down without an ounce of shame.

“Hey, beautiful. How you doing?”

“Продолжай идти, придурки,” Jason growled at them.

He was outnumbered. But there must’ve been something about his body language that made the gang realize they shouldn’t pick a fight with him. Maybe it was the muscles or his height or that he looked like he wouldn’t even blink before murdering them.

So they just…walked away. Some of them mumbled threats or insults at him. But they realized they shouldn’t even so much as look at Y/N.

A split second before they were gone, Y/N took a picture of Jason.

“Really?” He asked.

She shrugged. “You look like a different person when you’re protective.”

Y/N was beautiful.

Jason watched as she passionately explained her work to a potential buyer.

He recognized the man as a local politician – luckily, one of the few that hadn’t been corrupted from this shitty city.

Y/N had the intimidating energy of her father, but the kind eyes of her mother. At least, that was what Bruce had told everyone, and they all took his word for it.

She wore a stylish white jumpsuit that made her look like a 1980s villain and black stiletto heels. 

Jason watched as men cowered in her presence, hating the fact that she proudly stood taller than them. She was just one less woman they could intimidate or manipulate – and they couldn’t stand it.

But Jason loved watching the emasculation in real time.

The bastards didn’t deserve her anyway.

Dick was one of the very few men Jason knew who didn’t blink at a woman towering over him. In fact, his older brother had a track record of preferring it.

“Surprised to see you here,” Bruce said beside him, catching Jason watching Y/N.

“Well, I was her personal bodyguard through all this. Figured I should see if it was worth me wasting my time or not.” Then he tossed back his champagne and slammed it on the tray of a waiter passing by. “Plus, free alcohol.”

Bruce just quirked an eyebrow, silently telling Jason that he knew he was lying.

“Are you buying something?” Jason asked, trying to change the subject.

“I have been strictly forbidden,” Bruce sighed.

Jason chuckled.

He knew if Bruce had his way, he’d buy every single on of Y/N’s pieces.

“I have to know,” Bruce began. “What exactly is holding you back?”

Jason finally ripped his gaze away from Y/N to give Bruce a questioning look.

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/N. You care about her.”

“All of us do,” Jason brushed off. “Even the demon spawn.”

Bruce knew there wasn’t a chance Jason would admit his feelings – especially to him.

“Not that I think you care…but you have my approval.”

Little did Bruce know, Jason did care.

Jason had convinced himself that their rocky relationship and past fights meant that Bruce would die before he let Jason be anywhere near his daughter.

And Jason could hardly blame him.

He didn’t deserve to be loved. He lost that right after he died and came back a monster. And that was the story Jason told himself over and over again.

So he would love Y/N from afar. And hope she would pick someone who was worthy of her love.

“She’s basically my sister,” Jason groaned in fake disgust.

It was quite the performance.

Bruce narrowed his eyes. “We both know that isn’t what’s stopping you. And you’ve made it clear you don’t consider us your family.”

“Whatever, Bruce.”

Jason walked away, having enough of the subject.

“What was that about?” Clark asked as he joined Bruce’s side.

“Jason refusing to let himself be happy,” Bruce sighed.

Clark already knew what Bruce was talking about. He’d seen Y/N and Jason dancing around each other for months now. He’d never really seen Y/N take an interest in anyone before, so it was all new for Clark.

“Don’t worry. Y/N won’t let him get away with it for much longer,” Clark said through a smirk. “She gets what she wants.”

And Bruce believed him.

“It doesn’t bother you – the two of them together?” Clark asked with genuine curiosity.

“Jason reminds me every day that I’m not his father. And I’m hardly Y/N’s.” A soft smile formed on Bruce’s lips. “He’ll look after her. And she…I think she’d be good for him. I just want them to be happy. Both of them.”

——

Jason headed home rather early.

He’d never actually went to say congratulations or even hello to Y/N.

Every time he was about to go over, someone else stole her attention. He didn’t want to get in the way of her talking to potential buyers or even just friends.

Jason was just about to make himself something to eat when there was a knock at his door.

He froze.

Very few people knew where his apartment was.

Jason grabbed a gun and tiptoed to his front door.

With a peak through the peephole, he let out a irritated sigh.

Jason whipped the door open, “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot your head off.”

“Maybe don’t own guns and you wouldn’t have to worry about shit like that,” Y/N snapped back.

“What are you doing here?”

“You come to my gallery opening and don’t even say hi?” Y/N accused as she stepped around him and into the apartment, not waiting for an invitation.

Jason eyed the paper bag that was in one of her hands.

“By all means, come on in,” he called sarcastically as he slammed the door behind her.

Y/N started searching through his cabinets. “Where are your glasses?”

“The one to your right. What are you doing here?”

Y/N had the brightest and almost mischievous smile as she pulled a bottle of champagne from the paper bag.

“I brought this as my thanks for you making sure I don’t – and I quote – ‘get raped and murdered.’”

Jason glared at her.

Here was the game again.

Y/N being charming and hilariously provoking..and Jason pretending like he hadn’t fallen for her.

She poured them both a glass. They weren’t flutes or coupes, but she couldn’t care less.

“We’re chugging these, by the way,” Y/N informed Jason as she handed him a glass.

He sighed, but obediently clinked his glass with hers and tossed it back.

Barely giving them a second, Y/N immediately refilled them.

“So, why didn’t you come over and say hi?” She repeated.

“Didn’t want to bother you,” Jason mumbled with a shrug.

She narrowed her eyes at his answer. “You’ve never bothered me before, Jason.”

Now he felt guilty.

Jason bowed his head. “I should’ve come and talked to you,” he agreed. “Your work…it looked – it’s amazing, Y/N. Congratulations.”

Apparently Y/N hadn’t expected such a sincere compliment from him, and she was stunned to silence.

“Thank you,” she managed to whisper once she’d recovered.

She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her edge. “And really…thank you for being my own little security detail.”

If Jason was healthy about expressing is thoughts and feelings, he would’ve told her that it was the highlight of his weeks. That he looked forward to her calls or texts, telling him that she was going to photograph another shady area. “Be there or don’t. I’m going no matter what,” she’d text him with her usual snark.

But Jason didn’t express his thoughts and feelings.

He kept them bottled up – with the same energy he used to keep Y/N at a distance.

So instead, Jason said, “If it wasn’t me, one of the others would’ve done it.”

Y/N winced slightly at that.

‘You’re such a fucking asshole,’ Jason told himself.

“You know…we can see each other even you’re not my bodyguard.”

Jason was impressed by her boldness. But she didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t understand that he wasn’t good. He couldn’t play the loving boyfriend role. She belonged with someone like Dick or Clark – or literally anyone but him. And Jason was willing to be an asshole to make sure she understood that.

Y/N took a step closer to him, invading his personal space.

Without breaking eye contact, she threw back her second glass of champagne and then placed it on the nearest counter space.

She stepped even closer.

This was simultaneously Jason’s worst nightmare and most desired dream.

Her eyes moved from his eyes to his lips.

But before she could make her final push, Jason took a step back and cleared his throat.

He looked down at the ground as he said, “You should go.”

When he looked up, he expected to find Y/N heartbroken or embarrassed.

But she was neither.

No. She looked irritated.

Not because she wasn’t getting what she wanted, but because she was sick of his games.

Y/N sighed and stepped back. “Fine.”

Jason rubbed his face in frustration as she grabbed her purse and started for the door she had walked through only minutes ago.

She opened it and paused.

“You know what? No. Fuck that,” Y/N snapped before slamming the door closed.

She whipped around and strutted back to him with purpose.

Jason was suspended with both fervor and awe.

Y/N grabbed his face and pulled him down to her lips.

All self control went out the window. Jason couldn’t continue his game. It was all over for him.

He kissed her back almost immediately. How could he not?

Y/N bit his lip slightly, making him hiss in surprise. It was his punishment for making her wait all this time.

Eventually they needed a moment to breathe.

But Y/N didn’t let go of his face when their lips finally parted.

“Choose your next words very carefully,” she breathed.

He swallowed nervously. “You’re kind of fucking terrifying. You know that?”

Her smile was pure evil.

Apparently this was the right response.

“Are you done being an idiot?” She asked.

He nodded quickly.

Her hands moved down and then lingered on his neck, tracing the bottom lines of his jaw.

She smiled again and then looked him up and down.

“What?” He questioned.

“Nothing,” she laughed. “I’m just…I’m not used to being shorter than men.”

“Is that the only reason you like me? Huh? My height?” Jason goaded.

“Of course not,” Y/N scoffed. “It was the whole ‘I look like I could murder everyone and I can, but deep down I’m a big softie’ that did it for me.”

Jason’s grip tightened on her waist. “Oh, yeah? You’re one to talk…”

“Me?!” She yelped. “I couldn’t kill anyone, even if my life depended on it.”

“Maybe. But your terrifying in basically every other way.”

Y/N laughed at that.

Jason couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the sound

“So…still want me to leave?” She asked.

And this time, she would if that’s really what he wanted.

“Fuck no,” Jason answered, almost threateningly.

Then, for good measure, he picked her up by the back of her thighs and carried her to the couch, before he started to kiss her once again.

Y/N knew things weren’t always going to be this simple.

Jason had his demons. 

And honestly, so did she. They were nothing like his. And maybe they were silly in comparison. But she wouldn’t be the perfect partner. Just like he wouldn’t be. 

They’d drive each other crazy. But it would be the good kind of crazy.

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+ Childhood

[staryuee]

7 Minutes In Heaven — genshin hc ⸝⸝

warning[s]: n/a!

synopsis: what would happen if some of the genshin characters got paired with you for 7MIH ?

characters: kaeya, venti, xiao, ayaka

⸃ ⸃ KAEYA ៸៸ #24596E

mf was so excited to play the game until he realised you could potentially get paired with someone else

he was in a very sour mood after that thought , yet it all changed when he heard your name being called out right after his

looked extremely chill (no pun intended) on the outside but on the inside, he was literally having an existential crisis

like he JUST got paired with his crush (hopefully future-lover) and not only that , you’re going to be stuck in a small space together for seven minutes!

manages to slip in a few nonchalant side comments and teasing remarks like, “ohoho, is that your heart beating faster than usual?” “kaeya, that’s literally you, you’re sweating.”

it was such an awkward and uncomfortable silence , it felt too long, so much so that you decided to take the initiative and kiss him

it was a bit more forceful than intended but hey, at least he got a kiss from you. the hairs on his neck stood up yet the slight tug of his hair was enough for him to regain his courage.

it was getting a teeeny bit too passionate however the loud knocking on the closet door blocked you from continuing

made up multiple excuses to be able to hold you throughout the rest of the night <3

⸃ ⸃ VENTI ៸៸ #51AAA1

i sort of doubt he even knows the rules or even the basics of this game since he’s so old and he spends most of his time writing poems or getting drunk

however! when he knows the premise of the game, he joins in with a grin. unbeknownst to you, he was giddy at the thought and chance of being paired up with you

after some boring turns and encounters , your name was called out

no-body could actually tell, but venti was so nervous ?? man was literally sweating and his pupils dilated in anticipation

hearing his name get called out was better than any soliloquy in song, he got up and hurried over to the closet with you trailing behind

once you were in there though , he wasn’t sure what to do,,, like you’re here now, that’s great,, but oh my winds i can literally feel your breath fanning my neck,, and your heartbeat is almost as loud as mine,,

it was most unexpected but it was sort of amusing to see someone so breezy and extroverted to be turned into this mushy puddle of feelings because of one person

“sooo,, how’s your night goi-“ even with the dim light barely passing through the slight gap in the door, you could tell he was stressing and being the ever so lovely~ person you just took his face and kissed him lol

it was extremely surprising to him, but he complied regardless, the butterflies in his stomach dancing around vibrantly

his hand trailed up to cup your cheek affectionately, he caressed it with his thumb as you finally broke the kiss to catch your breath

too bad his dream got cut short, when he sat back down all he could think about was the feeling of your lips on his

⸃ ⸃ XIAO ៸៸ #273C45

did not want to comply with playing the game at all, like you’d probably have to bribe him with almond tofu or praise from zhongli for him to even consider joining in

if you did eventually manage to get him to play, he would refuse to go with anyone he was paired with saying he “won’t indulge in mortal activities”

butttt, something changed when he heard your name and his being pulled out the pile of papers

“xiao you don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable :))” he could’ve sworn he saw a halo just resting on your head

shaking his head , he took your hand forcefully and took you into the closet because although he didn’t want to play the game before, he was awaiting this moment all night

the cramped space made you both squish into each-other, he slid his hands around your waist claiming it’s just for comfort due the lack of space, you and him both knew it was a lie lol

minutes felt like hours as your pounding hearts couldn’t take it anymore.

“xiao,, can i,,?” he only nodded in response too flushed to say anything

and just like that, your lips gently fell onto his moulding together like it was meant to be

100% tried to ignore what happened after you got out

⸃ ⸃ AYAKA ៸៸ #D6DDDF

surprising she even agreed to the whole thing, she doesn’t seem like the type to indulge herself with things that seem a bit unconventional for people of her status

she’ll try anything once tho! especially if she’s in the company of her greatest,,, friend—? uhum

if she were being honest, she’s had a maaaaajor crush on you ever since she’s laid her eyes on you! you were just so pretty,, and lovely and your voice was like honey to her ears

so when she heard both of your names being called out she could’ve sworn her heart jumped a couple of octaves

proceeding the seven minutes not much happened, she didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable especially considering the close proximities

AHH I BET U SHE’D BE ALL BLUSHY AND SHY ABT THE WHOLE SITUATION LIKE SAYING STUFF LIKE “I apologize for being so,,improper,,”

and when your in close proximity with your girl ‘bestfriend’ who you also have a crush on (unbeknownst to her) why wouldn’t you just sneak in a kiss for the fun of it

so whilst she was babbling on about the yashiro commission for a bit, you distracted her swiftly by clashing your lips together, gently of course

her heart pounded and cheeks flushed whilst trying to process the situation

had to excuse herself after that, but don’t worry she asked you out more ‘professionally’ after a few days ;]

notes: bro i love ayaka sm,, shes so cute TvT very proud to be an ayaka haver im going to let her explore the other nations

[bootleg-sara]

The next batch of AU lads! A couple of fan favorites here today, starting Judas, Eve, and Samson. We got a three lad special today, very exciting. It's hard to tell, but Judas' eyes do have a tint of red to them.

I do want to mention, while I call it a halo for simplicity sake, all halos that humans have are different from the ones angel’s have. A human halo is called a Crown.

Got no other intro stuff to talk about lol

Character bios, more doodles, and a small blog update undercut

Judas: Voice claim- Fire by That Handsome devil

One of the worst people in all of hell, only being beaten by Lucifer himself. So you know you're in for something special.

Judas what I can best describe as a prick. He's the son of Adam and Stepson of Eve. He’s extremely manipulative and cunning, being able to make plans that will last over centuries. Judas is cooking up something pretty big, something that he has been planning and working towards ever since he was still in the Garden of Eden. He doesn’t bother much with trying to keep up a “good guy” persona, as everyone knows him for being a shitbag. So instead he works his way to be as intimidating as possible. His roughly 9 foot stature does help quite a bit. He’ll play with whatever insecurities or goals he knows of. And if by some unlucky chance you end up his target, he’ll scour each and every source he has available to learn of you. Just to be sure he makes whatever punishment he has planned as excruciating as possible.

He may be one of the most powerful people in all of hell, but the dude’s the biggest baby around. If you so much as allude to making fun of him, he’ll have you locked up in a cell and never seen from again. And don’t even think about insulting his family around him. One bad word might just have you dead on the spot. Say anything bad about his dad , Adam, and you’ll surely wish you were dead. Judas needs to be praised constantly, and adores it when people bow to him. If you suck up to him enough, he might just let you off a bit easy. Or not. He takes more than enough joy from making everyone miserable. Any time Judas gets all angsty and upset (which is very often), he’ll run to Eve for comfort. Just don’t walk in and catch him crying, or your just another person on the chopping block. Judas sucks his thumb when extremely stressed out, often biting hard enough to draw blood.

Judas is a particular case when it comes to magic. He’s on old earth soul, meaning he shouldn’t have any at all. But much his his mother, he has the ability to transform. Judas’ transformations are much less limiting than hers. While he can’t use it to impersonate people (any parts of him that are transformed are as black as a void), he can use it for intimidation or combat. He frequently uses his abilities to sneak around in the shadows. Judas is not much of a fighter. He much prefer to bend people backwards with his words or threats. But he can certainly put up a fight if need be. His transformation skills essentially turn him into a black jello, able to move around his organs to avoid any fatal blows. There’s plenty of different ways to be used, and Judas has been able to find quite a few uses for it. The one he uses the most often is for making clones of himself. By transforming his own shadow, he can send out shadow clones to do his bidding. Though these clones are only good for simple tasks or overwhelming opponents. After a really long battle of using his magic, Judas gets the worst full body cramps.

His weapon is not something that is powered by magic. It was something that Azazel gave to him ages ago back in the garden. Normally one would need magic to let the weapon’s swap between forms work. Though Judas has found a personal magic reservoir to power if for him. The pitchfork itself can’t do anything special. It’s a basic weapon, good for keeping people in place when they are moving around to much. But no one knows what the book attached to it is for. Azazel was the one who enchanted the book to be connected to the weapon of it, but he didn’t know what purpose it serves. Judas never uses the book in battle and is never seen with it in the public eye. Azazel just assumes it’s Adam’s old diary that Judas was to much of a baby to split from.

Samson: Voice claim- Military Fashion Show by AND ONE

(This is exactly how I image Samson sounds)

Talk about Samson next in picture order.

Samson’s honestly a really simple dude. All he really wants is to settle down with someone and finally relax after spending his life and afterlife constantly fighting and killing. He certainly takes great pride in it, but it’s all he’s known for. And he really doesn’t like his reputation. Being a 7-8 foot beast of a man and his main claim to fame being all the murder he’s done, everyone is terrified of him. He’s a well known figure around Judas’ city, and no one dares to get in his way. He is Judas’ personal mercenary. Samson gets paid rather handsomely for his work, killing off anyone trying to interrupt Judas’ master plan. He used to do a lot of work with Famine before Famine split off after being tired of Judas. Samson’s not at all a good philosopher, but he likes a good riddle. Though any riddle he attempts to make are nonsensical half the time. He’s very proud of his hair and is so happy he was able to grow it back again after it was cut off the first time.

Samson is pretty wealthy due to Judas’ payments, but rarely ever uses this money. He lives in a small house and really only spends his earnings in good food. He does have a secret room tucked away in his house full of various bones and other such trophies from his toughest battles. His favorite trophies are skulls, but he’ll take anything he can get. From weapons, to jewelry, to anything that can be preserved for a long time. He has a few full skeletons too. Samson taught himself taxidermy, and has gotten pretty good at it. He very affectionately calls this room “The Bone Room”.

Samson was originally a resident of Heaven, being sent there by a personal request from the archangel Jegudiel. However, most of the residents in heaven really didn’t like him. Murder is considered one of the worst sins someone could act upon, and Samson was famous for just that. One angel, along with a small group of other people, chained him up while was asleep and dragged him out to the Dead Man Valleys to have him killed by all the monsters. Obviously, Samson was not pleased when he woke up to the sight of an angel making a speech while he was chained to the floor. Brings back a lot of bad memories. In a blind fit of rage, he broke out of his chains and killed each and every person who was theirs to witness his exile. He wasn’t allowed back into heaven after that.

His weapon has no special properties, but it is very strong and can quickly rip a person apart.

Eve: Voice claim- Headlock by Imogen Heap

Last but certainly not least is Eve. One of the first humans to ever come into existence, shortly following Adam. Though the two wouldn’t meet up until they had both gotten older.

She’s a “take no shit” kind of women. Very laid back and calm, not wishing to get into any sort of altercations. But she will defend herself if someone is out to mock her. Eve hates taking orders from anyone and barely deals with Judas’ constant whining for her attention. She kept a lot of her old motherly habits from when she was raising her family ages ago. Eve’s a very kind soul, not wishing harm on anyone if it can be avoided. At the same time, she’s very snarky and will take the piss every now and again. Her desire to be independent after being treated like dirt in the garden motivates her the most. She currently lives with Judas, but is almost never found in the castle with him. Going out to chat people up all the time. Eve used to party rather frequently, but is currently taking a small break from that life style. Her spiked gauntlets are more for show than fighting. They can leave a nasty scar, but they are rather heavy and inhibit her mobility. Eve never considered herself someone keen on combat, but she’s learned a few tricks to keep people off her back.

Her form as Whore of Babylon was not something Eve had taken taken by choice. It was a curse that Lucifer had placed on her for being “disruptive and continuing her husband’s work”. Of course this was nothing more than an excuse to gain more control over Eve, seeing the perfect opportunity after Adam’s death. Over the centuries, Even has gotten much more control over WoB. She has even learned how to summon/unsummon it at will. The form brings nothing but pain to her and overall chooses to avoid using it. She’ll only ever willing use it when put in a life or death situation. Sometimes it’ll crop up again when in stressful situations, but thankfully those days are not quite as prevalent as they used to be. Eve refuses to ever go near Lucifer again. Worried that because he made the curse, he might able to remove all her progress in a snap and put her back where she started.

What’s their relationship like?

Eve and Judas are a mother and son duo. Eve isn’t Judas’ biological mother, but she has taken him under her wing as her son. They fight and bicker all the time. Can’t seem to get along like they used to. They do help each other out frequently, with both big and small things. Judas’ very unhealthy attachment to Adam makes Eve extremely uncomfortable. She prefers to not think about it. Judas has a powerful need to get back at Lucifer for messing with both Eve and Cain. Eve certainly isn’t going to stop him there, the bitch deserved it. Eve is a voice of reason for Judas, being one of the few people who can disagree with him and not end up in some dank cellar. Judas’ tendency to act in emotions is rather dangerous, and if it wasn’t for Eve so much more people would of been unwilling insisted for his project. Eve worries a lot for Judas. He’s clearly stunned in growth, acting more like a child than a man who’s millennias old. She does so much to try and help him grow, but nothing seems to work. He’s stuck in the past and refuses to let go. Eve has tried to convince him multiple times that his big plan is going much to far, but he won’t listen.

Samson scares the shit out of Judas. Samson was found out in the Dead Man Valleys, surviving for years in a place that was thought to be impossible to last more than a few days in. Eventually Samson’s hiring was made mostly to keep Samson as far away from him as possible. They had a loose buddy relationship. Samson views Judas as a friend, and loves to tussle around with him. Judas definitely doesn’t see Samson as a friend, but tolerates Samson’s acts of friendship to avoid getting on his bad side. Eve and Samson don’t really have much of a connection. They’ve met a few times and are in good terms with one another, but don’t regularly go out to meet each other. Samson appreciates Eve a lot for not being afraid around him.

Yaaay some of my favorite characters!!! I’m so glad to have these out. Hope you like them as much as you do.

With July approaching soon, Purgatory AU posts are going to be paused on so I can focus on art fight! I may make a few more based post (either explaining some fallen angel/demon stuff or a short post about what halos/crowns are) but I won’t be starting to post the next comic until after I finish art fight. I know I’m silly and I les on mentioning it, but I’m really excited and I think it’ll be a lot of fun!

I won’t stop posting entirely, but posts will slow down. (My birthday is coming up here soon this July (; ) So yeah, there’s the update I guess lol. Thank you all for reading ^^

[prettyboykatsuki]

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in a halo | s. hitoshi 

 ➳ !WARNINGS! ;; heavy kinks/dc ahead!! please be careful. gunplay, degradation, adrenaline play (?), unprotected sex, fem!reader,  assassin!shinso, graphic violence, mentions of blood/gunviolence, shinso mentions how he kills ppl vaguely, penetration with a foreign object (gun!), facefucking with said object also

➳ wc ;; 1.2k

➳ a/n ;; this is really just a way to use all that knowledge from when i hyperfixated on weapons for a month. 

➳ plot ;; shinso hitoshi knows you’re not naive. even with a gun at your throat.. or inside you.

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The metals hot. 

Shinso stares down at you with amusement. His eyes are heavier than when he left you in here this morning - lavender eyes accompanied by solace. There’s dark circles like the rings of a tree, eyelids that twitch from exhaustion. He’s admitted to you more than once that he doesn’t normally sleep everyday . He’s averaged out the hours by weeks instead of day. 

You squirm under the weight of his eyes, lidded. The mouth of the gun drags slowly along your jaw until it’s under your chin. Shinso knocks it against the bottom of your chin - undoing the safety with a gloved thumb. You gasp a little as he moves it away from you. 

He clicks the safety - on again and off again and on again and off again. Over and over until the tick is memorized in your head. You watch him with wide eyes - he’s a shadow over you. Large and looming, spindly over your skin  A leather glove cups your face - thumb dipping into your mouth until you open it. 

He sticks in between your slow. It’s almost holy - at least for Shinso it is. It slides into your mouth until it reaches the back of your throat. Shinso is careful not to make you choke but you drool. It pools on the floor in puddles - pathetically next to you. 

The metals hot. A metallic taste and warmth in your throat. You swallow around, almost on instinct. Shinso chuckles over you  as you try to remember the last click. If the safety is on or off. You whimper. 

He fucks the gun carefully into your throat. It’s almost gentle. For Shinso - this is as close as he can give you a proposal as of today. You blink up at him carefully, teary-eyed and aroused. 

He thinks your too defenseless - always have been. A pretty thing like you has no business being here in his headquarters. You followed him around like a puppy for this long and at first he just thought you were stupid. 

But you’re not. Rather it excites you to be this defenseless for him. Shinso thinks you must’ve been tired to end up at his feet like this. Wide-eyed and drooling and sucking the barrel of his gun with just as much vigor as you do with his cock. It aches in his jeans - pushing your head back until your eyes meet. 

“You’re really a clueless little slut, arent you?” ― Shinso hums, admiring the view of you on your knees ― “You know how dangerous it is for you,” 

Shinso doesn’t phrase it like a question because it isn’t one. It’s a statement - because Shinso knows you’re not stupid but rather a degenerate. He knows you can see it - the blood splatters on his white collared shit and the heel-toe of his dress shoes. He knows you see the teardrops underneath his eyes - knows you see the way the light seems to leave his eyes. 

The metals hot still. It would burn your mouth if it hadn’t been forced so deep inside. 

A trail of saliva - thick and clear fall onto the floor when he pulls it out. Your mouth gapes, eyes lazy with desire. Shinso grabs your face with his hand, cheeks smushed together as he folds over to reach. 

“It excites you, doesn’t it? When I go out there and do my job - you sit and wait for me to fuck you fresh off a hit cause you’re sick just like me right?” 

You never fail to surprise him but still - he doesn’t expect you to smile. It’s haphazard and lazy. A confirmation of things he already knew, he laughs. He grabs you by your throat and throws you over the desk till your bent over. 

You moan shamelessly as you feel it come between your folds. The metal is warm but not hotter than your cunt. Shinso crouches between your legs only to observe - poke and prod at your warm inside until you. 

“Never been so fucking wet before and it’s for this,” ― Shinso chuckles, standing up. He bends over you until your naked back is presed against his chest ― “Spread your legs and take what you asked for,” 

Shinso forces your face down on the wood desk as he slides the barrel between your folds. It feels strange and foreign against you, makes your thighs tremble. You squeal at the sensation. 

“This was my grandfathers gun,” ― Shinso muses, breath at the shell of your ear ― “It’s an American model, from the 1940′s. It doesn’t shoot quite as precise as a newer model might. A Smith and Wesson” 

You whine as Shinso digs the barrel along your clit. The shiny metal feels especially invasive like this but your clit throbs with desire. Electricity all the way down to your spine, making your toes curl. 

“There’s engravings on the side,” ― he presses against your walls with a warm sigh. The pressure in your core is only heavy - lust clouding your coherence ― “And the safety is shoddy no matter how much I repair it,” 

It clicks against your core and you shake. It almost feel numb - it’s an unforgiving pressure inside of you. The ridges of the outside drag almost too good inside of you. He pulls back and then pushes with immediacy, making you cry out. 

“I’ve got precise hands, so it’s fine,” ― Shinso chuckles, sinking his teeth into your neck  ― “Or it should be. Can you remember baby? If the safety is on or off?” 

You shake your head no - no longer able to communicate anything other whimpers. Lust is overbearing. Your sights and senses are filled with the smell of him and metal and gunsmoke. It’s too much all at once for you to take, but you can’t move with how Shinso pins you. 

You remember, briefly - his moniker. Shinso Hitoshi, Angel of Death. You remember how that too was passed down from his grandfather to his father. How angels are benevolent beings, extensions of god. You remember Shinso as benevolent when he fucks you so good with the barrel of his gun that your lungs feel like they’re lacing air. 

Your cunt is clenching so harshly, and Shinso’s grunting in your ear. You can feel his cock pressed into the meat of your thigh, the way Shinso ruts in tandem with it. You can’t help but cry out at the foreign object and how good it feels fucking you open. Prepping you for what’ll inevitably be Shinso next. 

“T-toshi, toshi - my god,” 

“Does it feel good, hm? Feel good getting fucked like this? Even though I could press the trigger at anytime,” 

“Feels so good, Toshi,” 

Shinso is benevolent - must be, with the way he holds you down. You can feel it coming before you can say it. A choked breath that makes Shinso groan into your ear. Every muscle in your body wound so tightly - your on edge and Shinso has his fingers on the trigger. 

“‘m gonna ― please ‘m gonna cum,” 

“Cum for me you fuckin’ slut,” 

You do, an entire shiver wracking through your body like a storm. You shake and shake until your limp, drooling onto the cherrywood beneath you as little spasms overtake you. You whimper as he pulls it out of you, the sudden emptiness make you whine. 

He scoffs at you briefly, patting the metal on your ass. 

“Don’t think it’s done yet,” he reminds you “You’ve gotta clean the mess you’ve made,” 

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[luimagines]

Perhaps them being protective over you(the reader)? Mostly platonic but hints of romantic(if you get what I mean?) Like, the relationship between them has been platonic and they’ve only really seen it has platonic, but someone(the Heroes) might be catching feelings. Also if it isn’t too much trouble do you think you could keep this in the same timeline? Like, your other scenarios had the same reader and felt like these all happened at some point, can you do the same for this one? I hope this isn’t too much trouble, really love your blog!💖💖💖

Masterlist

Ok, I think I get what you mean. The Hero is protective with a hint of feelings they haven't come to terms with. They're crushing but they don't know it yet.

I don't know what you mean by the same timeline though. It wasn't supposed to be the same reader for all of them but hey! It be like that sometimes, I guess! Especially if they're just friends.

The Reader is also set to be the same age as Wind for his scenario.

Warrior's got longer than intended and there is some catcalling in that one. FYI

Scenario under the cut!

Legend

"You can be seriously going out in that." Legend couldn't help but snap. The group had been dropped into a snowcapped mountain in the middle of a blizzard. The only luck they had on their side was a nearby cave where they all but ran to in an attempt to weather the storm and get their bearings.

But someone still had to scout and you were planning to take Wild and Twilight with you since they were the only ones who could both brace the cold and most likely find their way back.

He, however, didn't like the idea of you going out there period.

Even less so when he found you severely underdressed compared to your companions.

It seemed however, that you saw no problem with it, even going as far as to tilt your head and look down at what you were wearing at his comment. It sparked something in Legend's chest that he wasn't willing to decipher at the moment.

"What's wrong with it?" You asked.

"Are you serious right now?" Legend scowled. The top you wore was tight around your chest and the cloak that clasped at the front billowed around you ever so slightly from the wind at the front of the cave. There were thin layers of furs under your linen over shirts that matched the fur lining your boots outlining your figure and silhouette in a way he found irritating.

The light that barely peaked through the clouds lit up your form gave you a halo of light over your head and made you look more of a hero than he ever would have pictured you.

It didn't sit well with him.

"That doesn't nearly look warm enough. If you plan on going out in that then you'll freeze within the first ten minutes." He crossed his arms and stared you down, willing you to disagree, to challenge him, keep you here longer so one of the others can pick up the lack and go instead.

"It's bear fur Legend." You reply instead with an easy grin your face. He elected to ignore it because he was trying to stay mad and irritated at the lack of care you seemed to have for your own safety. Why weren't the others backing him up?! Wouldn't Twilight have said something by now?! Or Time?!

Why was it just him?

How dare you smile like that? And at him no less! He's trying to make a point, darn it! It's hard to concentrate when you look so... innocent and bright and happy and-

Focus Link.

"I actually have four layers on as well." You continue and peel back what you can to show him what your clothing looks like. Unknowingly giving him a great look at your figure beneath said layers. "Two layers of wool and two of fur and I still have my clothes under here as well. Without enchantments like Wild, it's probably the warmest thing here. I'll be alright."

He can't bring himself to believe it.

He grits his teeth and continues to look at you, not bothering to spare a glance at Wild or Twilight when they eventually join your side, both now ready to head out.

"Honestly Legend. I know it doesn't look like much but I grew up around snow and ice and mountainous storms. If anyone knows what they're doing here, it's me."

He knows this. You told him. He knows that he knows this.

Why can't he believe it?

His hand forms a fist with a tight grip and he gets an idea.

Before he can fully think it through, he's marching up to you and snatches up your hand before you can protest.

You haven't put on your gloves yet so it's skin on skin.

He can't think much of it or he'll lose his nerve and he's already gone too far to go back now or he'll only be making a fool of himself.

Legend all but rips the most powerful ring he has on his person and shoves it onto your own. It's a protection ring, it'll shield you if anything tries to hurt you.

He's not entirely sure why he cares so much, just that he does, and this is all he can do if no one is going to back him up and stop you from going.

"I want this back." He says. He knows it sounds meaner than he's intending but then you let him put it on, take your hand back and marvel at it for a moment.

"I'll protect this with my life." You flex your hand, testing out how it feels and wonder what magic it must posses for Legend to not only give it up but deem it worth for the storm outside.

"Thanks Vet." You grin brighter and Legend finds himself floundering for a moment at the intensity of it.

The tips of his turn red, he knows this and he forces himself to distance himself or else the others would notice.

Your trio disappears into the white and he sits down by the fire made for the smaller ones of the group. He hasn't made eye contact with anyone since you left and he makes the mistake of trying to casually play it off by looking up.

Time is watching him with a knowing smile on his face.

"What?" Legend barks and scowls at the attention.

The older man just laughs a bit to himself and shakes his head but he doesn't say anything.

Legend thinks back on his actions a little sooner than he thinks he should and glances at his hand. The hand that grabbed yours.

Despite the journey, your hands were so soft.

He can't help but smile.

Time

Time was watching the over the group for the morning shift, his hand over his sword and his eyes watching... well you.

You intrigued Time.

Out all the heroes of courage on this journey, you weren't one of them. You weren't a Link and yet you seemed to fill a gap the group didn't know it had.

He couldn't figure out why or how but he found himself wanting to know what made you tick, why did you work so well with the others, what your world was like, and how did it mold you to be so....

He had trouble finding a word for it.

As the boys rough housed and played around, he found himself relaxing. It was a quiet morning and he had the added support of Wolfie on look out for any monsters.

He put his sword down and and walked over to where you were.

You were sitting with a book in your lap, something he found you doing often. But this time you were ignoring the book, laughing at Wind's and Wild's antics as they blasted each other with their Deku leaves. Wind continuously knocked the Champion around but neither of them seemed to mind.

If anything, it appeared the were doing on purpose and were trying to see how far he'd go.

Boys.

He could feel the smile on his face as he made his way toward you.

"Enjoying the theatrics?" He spoke up.

You jumped with a small yelp, something he found endlessly entertaining.

"You're the biggest guy here! How are you so quiet?!" You yelled in his face with a pointed finger and hand on your chest.

Time chuckles and sits down next to you, sitting just close enough for your knees to brush. "Sorry. It's not always intentional, I promise."

"So you admit you do it on purpose!!" You turn to face him fully. Book absolutely forgotten.

Time finds himself pleased by the change.

"Occasionally." He grinned.

"Oh, and I so happen to be your favorite victim then?" You crossed you arms and leaned closer to him. Your words were biting but the smile on your face was teasing and the glint in your eye was knowing.

"Of course."

"You're impossible." You shove him away. "You're only like this because no one will ever suspect you."

"Is that so- LOOK OUT!" Time had noticed a second too late but in the seconds Time stopped paying attention to them, Wind and Wild had stopped launching each other and started launching objects.

Such objects like coconuts and hard wooden barrels.

Like the ones heading in your direction.

With no time to act, he grabs you and rolled out of the way, pressing you into his chest. The huddling objects bounced off of your spot, some exploding on impact while the rest crashed into the nearby trees and bushes.

It looked like a war zone.

Time held onto you for a second after the damage passed, waiting for any else to come your way. When nothing appeared, he began to let you go, looking down on you to see your reactions. "You ok?"

You had curled yourself into his chest, continuing to press yourself close to him even after he let go.

Time finds himself pleased by this as well.

"Well..." You took a deep breath and slowly looked up and around. "That was exciting."

"Are you hurt?" He asked again. You looked fine, if only a little shaken, but he wanted to hear you say it.

"I think my leg got scratched in the chaos."

Time forces himself to stay calm and to not show any reaction. A scratch is better than getting hit head on. You'll be fine.

"What about you?" You look up to him again, eyes wide and bigger than he remembers and they were such a lovely color-

"I'm more concerned about you." He says, cutting his own thought process off. Time proceeds to get up, being as gentle as he can with you still in his arms. "I did just happen to grab you."

"Well, I'm sure it would have been worse if you hadn't." You grin at him and push yourself away.

Time now finds that he misses the feeling of you there but isn't able to focus on why when the two culprits are running up to you at break neck speeds.

"Are you two ok?!" Wind reaches you first.

"We're so sorry, we miscalculated the angle and it went wildly off our target." Wild continues and helps you to your feet.

Wind hovers near Time, unsure of what to do or how to help.

Time looks over to where you are, breathless but smiling dazzlingly. "We're ok." You tell Wild. "Just thrown around is all, we're fine."

Time sighs and stands up, putting his serious face on. "You boys better have a good explanation for this."

They could have hurt someone. They almost hurt you. His only consolation is how they squirm under his gaze.

Good.

Wind

"What the hell? What the hell? What the hell? What is this place?!"

Wind looked over his shoulder from the fight over to where you were, the monster he was fighting falling before him. It was a great thing in his eyes to no longer be the youngest of the group. Not only for there to be someone of his age to talk to but also get the group off of his back for some of their more dramatic attempts at keeping him safe.

Wind was having a blast.

Everyone had found a dungeon in the sense that they fell into it against their knowledge and will and had happened to land with partners.

He hopes so anyway.

But on his end, he's with you!

And he's loving it!

You've never judged him and you've always thought that his stories were great and this was a great opportunity to show you how cool he is in a fight without the others trying to stop him from doing all his cool stuff.

And as an added bonus, he loves spending time with you!

Wind was close to wishing on stars for more time to spend alone with you. The others were always around and always in his business. How lucky that it seems he got his wish without doing that little kid stuff, like star wishing.

He didn't take into account that this might be your first dungeon though.

...Guess you didn't have those in your world...

But that's fine! He'll just walk you through it. They're easy once you get a groove going, and as dungeons go, this one is old hat for him.

The enemies around you fall within minutes and you're a little more shaken up than he likes.

"You ok?" He puts his sword on his back and walks toward you. You're staring at the fallen enemy in front of you with your own sword still raised. There's a slight cut on your arm, a red line going across and down, but Wind is almost certain that the cut is across...the blood is just going down your arm.

Wind takes a moment to quiet the sudden and unexpected rage. The monsters are lucky, he thinks, that they're already dead.

He grips his wrist tightly at the sight and places his other hand on your own. You gulp slightly and look at him tearfully. "Wind, where are we?"

You're scared, he realizes.

Scared, and alone and you don't know what kind of place this is.

There's another cut just above your eye and there more blood going down your face.

Wind feels himself fill with determination. He has the experience you lack to make it through here. He has been in more fights than you have. He knows what he's doing.

He's going to make sure you get out of here without being afraid anymore.

"Come on." Wind lets himself go and places his hand on top of yours, gently pushing the sword down and make a small effort to lace your fingers together. His other hand grips his sleeve and he begins to swipe it across your face, trying to clean the blood the best he can. "We're going to find the others, ok? We just have to keep going and if we're lucky we'll find a map, maybe a compass and it'll help us get out of here. We'll be back with the others in no time!"

You gulp and nod, tightening your grip on his hand and let him lead you through the unknown. Your voice is quiet and soft and Wind finds that he wants to hear it more often like this...just not laced with fear. "Ok. I trust you."

Wind nearly preens at your words, a large smile overtaking his face.

He'll protect you and you won't have to be afraid, not while he's here.

"Just leave it to me. I got this."

Warrior

"Whatup, Captain?" Warrior feels a weight be thrown on his shoulder at the call of the voice.

He looks to the side where it is and throws an easy smile on his face.

It's you! And you're grinning fabulously in his direction.

"Nothing in particular. Just checking our supplies, we might need to make a supply run in the nearest town for potions if we're lucky enough to find one but..." He looks at the bag in front of him with slight distain.

Truthfully, the group is low on a lot of stuff. Food, medical and magic supplies, someone is going to have to buy the Veteran more sewing supplies as well with how much battery all your clothes have taken on.

It would have to be a big buy....

A small town probably won't have half the stuff they need. And he doesn't know what kind of budget he's working with either.

But he's dealt with worse with less.

The group will hold on for a little longer if nothing drastic happens.

But Warrior doesn't want you to know that. If he had things his way, he'd let you think that everything was ok. That everything was fine and under control.

He's used to having to keep dire news from the troops so that they can keep fighting the good fight.

Lying to you though feel wrong. Dirty.

He finds your complete trust in him endearing and your willingness to help him with any and all loads on his shoulders means more to him than he'd ever be willing to tell you to your face.

You brighten and throw a thumb in the direction behind you. "We're in luck then. There's a town, that-a way according to Wild's weird telescope from his slate. I was planning to go check it out regardless but was in need of a partner. Wild can't because Twilight benched him after last fights stunt. Maybe we can kill two birds with one stone?"

That idea sounds fantastic.

"I'd love to." He says easily. "Got anything to do before we head out?"

"Nope. Ready to leave immediately." You get off of him and he follows after you without missing a beat, quickly falling into sync with your steps. It's a habit he has trouble breaking, but if he can focus on matching your stride instead, he can stay by your side for the walk.

"We're getting supplies from the town. Be back soon!" He calls out to Time and the group as you walk by.

Time raises his hand in acknowledgement and goes back to pinning Wild down with his stare alone. Warrior doesn't feel sorry for him.

With that taken care of, you both pick up your speed and quickly leave the range of your little camp. Jokes are traded easily between you two and Warrior finds himself relaxing.

It's a strange feeling but one he knows that he can share with you.

You put him at ease and there's something about you that calls for his attention.

Maybe it's your attitude. Maybe it's your determination. Maybe it's the way you fight and the grace you carry yourself with.

You're a good fighter, a good team mate, and a good person.

You take care of the others. You take care of him.

He doesn't know how to thank you.

Warrior notices that you both reach the town in record time, the conversation seeming making time a useless way measure distance.

You both walk in and begin with Warrior's shopping list since it has a higher priority than simply exploring.

Warrior makes a promise to himself to find something for you.

A small gift, if you will.

He's not entirely sure what you like just yet but he thinks you deserve something nice and if he's here to buy nice things, then why shouldn't you get something as well.

The trouble is getting it without you seeing him buy it, or figure out his plan.

You were always able to read him like a book.

"Lookin' good sweetheart!" A voice calls from the side. A loud and obnoxious voice followed quickly by multiple cheers and whistles.

Warrior instantly has a spike in irritation and he forces himself to not shout back. He's used to this. It happens sometimes back home. He's not surprised it can carry elsewhere. There's pigs everywhere.

He ignores them.

"Why don't you leave your boy toy and come find out how a real man can treat you darlin'?!" Another one comments. More cheers and howls.

Boy toy?

That's new.

Warrior looks in their direction and comes to a startling discovery.

They're not looking at him. THEY'RE LOOKING AT YOU.

Now... Warrior likes to think he's a rational man. He's good at keeping his head on straight in tough situations. He's good under peer pressure and under stress.

He takes one look at you and sees your smile gone, your head is down and your face is red in shame, anger and embarrassment.

But you don't say anything in reply and only shuffle closer to him, trying to get in front of him so he'll shield you from their gaze.

Warrior is a rational man.

Many would agree with that.

He wants to tear their heads off.

"Come on baby, don't be that way! As easy as your back is to watch, we want to get a good look at your pretty little face!"

Warrior turns suddenly and faces them all head on. "Thank you for the compliment doll face! I'm new in town and just passing through but maybe-"

He starts walking towards them as sultry as he can manage, pulling on every acting cell he has in his body.

Which is a lot if you ask him.

The tactic works as he wants it to. Warrior knows he wasn't their target and the idea of him responding instead throws them off their rhythm.

"No, no, wait-" One of them holds a hand up and takes a step back. "Not you."

"Who else darlin'?" He mimics their drawl and smirks at their instant discomfort. "You want a good time?"

"I'm leaving." One of them says after a second of horror shows on his face and not so subtlety turns on his heel and leaves. The third follows without saying anything and it just leaves Warrior and the first caller.

Warrior likes these odds.

He drops the act and lets his murderous intent shine on his face. "Got anything else to say?"

Warrior reaches for his sword and the idea finally gets through the guy's head. Leave us alone or else.

"...No." He says and finally leaves as well, not looking back at either of you.

Warrior nods at his retreating form and returns to you, a little ashamed by how long it took him to react. For your sake.

His head is low when he reaches you and he scratches the back of his neck instead of making eye contact.

"Um... What do you want to do now?" He asks lamely. By Hylia, he wants to kick himself into oblivion.

A small snort catches his attention and he snaps his head up.

You're looking at him, hand over your mouth and crinkled eyes giving away your not so hidden smile. Your shoulders are shaking and it only grows as he stares at you.

You're not mad? He has trouble believing it because he's still furious.

A small bark of laughter escapes without your consent and it's the last wall to break as the dam flows out. You're laughing hysterically and it's beginning to scare him a little.

"D-Did you see their faces?!" You nearly scream. "Oh my god, Warrior, I love you. That was amazing."

Warrior shakes off the shock and feels himself blush. "It wasn't that special..."

"Wasn't that-? Oh boy, I wish Wild was here. I would have loved to get a picture! Warrior that was awesome. I'm so glad that you agreed to come with me." You walk beside him and grab his hand, beginning to drag him through the town. "You know what? I owe you. I have some rupees and we're not expected to come back to camp yet. You want something? I'll get it for you. My treat. Anything you want."

Warrior begins to flounder, and he's uselessly dragged behind you while your grin grows with every second that you talk.

While this all happens and you talk about the ways you plan to treat him, Warrior starts to think that he might just do anything for you.

Hyrule

Hyrule was busy enjoying the scenery of their most recent trip. He had managed to sneak away from the group and walk around the area without having to worry about the others for a moment.

The quiet was nice and familiar. The place was new and begging for him to explore what it had to offer.

Hyrule... found himself wishing for companionship, weirdly.

Well, as long as his travel companion is you.

He supposed Wild would have been just the same....but he found himself wanting to be with you instead.

He just... he doesn't know why. It doesn't bother him.

There's just.... He has trouble finding the words.

You're warm and gentle and it reminds him of casting his Life spell on himself before he met the others. There's a sense of safety, of calm.

A cool breeze on a warm summer's day.

A smile creeps on his face at the thought of you. Hyrule knows that he does it often but he still can't bring himself to care about it.

"Oh my- NO! HEY!" He hears your voice. Panicked, frantic and shrill.

And it gets cut off.

It's a bucket of ice water dumped over him. His heart launches into his throat and his stomach drops to his feet. His feet are moving in the direction towards you before he even realizes it.

Hyrule has reached a full on sprint and has to continue to run when he fails to find you. He takes a moment to be grateful for his stamina and how he's used to running but you're not.

At least he doesn't think so.

But he hopes this isn't where he finds out.

He trips over something. A sharp pain cuts across his shin as he falls to the ground, palms barely sustaining damaged thanks to his armor.

Hyrule gets up and sees something even worse than what he thought.

It's your sword.

You don't have your sword.

You're unarmed and alone.

Hyrule picks himself up and your sword and continues running at an even quicker pace.

He reaches you eventually and feels unadulterated rage flood through his system.

There's a pig monster over you, cheering and dancing in victory. There's only one. He thinks it's one of Wild's bokoblins but he calls on his magic and sends his sword straight through the monsters beating heart.

There's no black blood as it falls.

He sprints even more in your direction and begins to cradle your head, gently checking for blood any injuries.

He lets the healing spell move through his fingers to catch whatever he might be missing, whatever he can't see or get to without hurting you further.

He can feel what areas need the attention the most and can almost reconstruct the attack.

There's a large bump on your head, most likely the hit that knocked you unconscious.

Your arm is scratched and multiple pieces of skin have been torn off but it's a graze more than anything, it's not bleeding and doesn't goa any deeper than that.

Probably the hit that knocked your sword out of your hand.

There's a bruise blossoming on your knee and on your stomach and he has trouble figuring out what came first. They could have come from your fall or the beast could have simply hit you again.

The magic works its way through your system and subsequently heals him as well from his own minor injuries.

There's no way you can wake up fast enough and it leaves his heart pounding in his chest.

Hyrule knows when there's nothing left to heal and has to force himself to stop before he overexerts himself. The uncertainty is killing him. Just when he was hoping to spend time with you alone, this happens.

You groan and begin to sit up, your hand going to your head before realizing that it doesn't hurt and that you're not alone.

"Hyrule...Hey." Your voice is soft and a smile overtakes your face. You looks around and sit up straighter when you catch the dead body of the monster not two feet from you. "Guess that's your doing?"

Hyrule nods and moves to give you space, reaching his hand out for you to take. "How are you?"

"Good, all things considered...." You shrug and pick up your sword. Hyrule didn't even notice that he dropped it. "I was looking for you."

A mix of emotions fills his heart. Guilt at being the cause of it. Relief that at least you're together again. Happiness, strangely, at the thought of you thinking about him.

"Well I'm not lost, just..." He nervously looks up to you, his hand coming to scratch the back of his neck. "Got left behind."

"We noticed." Your smile fills with mirth and it's borderline a smirk.

Hyrule is not prepared by the realization that he finds that incredibly attractive.

"Thanks for coming to my rescue." You say, wrapping your arm with his. "The rest of the group is over here by the way."

"Yeah... Yeah ok." He grins and tightens his grip around your arm. "Let's meet up with our friends."

Yeah....friends...That's just what friends do.

Why does he feel weird about it?

Twilight

"On a scale of one to ten, how hard is it to learn how to ride a horse?"

Twilight looked around Epona's form, pausing his motion in brushing her to see you leaning up against her, a hand on her neck and brushing ever so slightly.

"Some people are more natural than others I suppose..." Twilight responded, an idea forming in his mind. "But it's not difficult."

You nodded in response and continued to pet the best girl around.

"I can show you how... If you want that is." Twilight grins to himself, leaning closer to Epona so you don't notice. The thought makes him giddy in a childlike way and he doesn't want you to be put off by his overexcitement.

You snap your head in his direction, a bright and excited smile on your face. "Really? I've always wanted to learn but I didn't want to impose."

Oh.

Out of everyone who could easily show you how to ride a horse, you came to him.

Well... doesn't that do something to his heart.

I mean, he is the only one with the horse but -DETAILS!!

He doesn't care for them.

"Here. Get on." He walks around and holds the reins, gesturing for you to get on Epona's back.

"Right now?" You're surprised, but delighted.

Twilight thinks it a good look on you.

"Sure. We're not going anywhere just yet and Epona can use a walk to stretch her legs." He says and helps you get up. Twilight is quick to follow after you and sit behind you, your back pressed up upon his chest.

"Ok, here's what you're going to do." He gives you the reins and places his hands over yours, leading you and Epona to where he thinks is a good place to go for a small trot.

It's effortless for him to lead you both through the trail.

Your trio actually pass by the group who are resting for lunch and wave to them as you go. Twilight catches the smile Time has on his face and is quick to put together that he knows something he doesn't. He'll ask Time about it later.

Twilight talks to you about how to hold the reigns, how to kick the horse into gear, how to steer and anything that he can think of that means safety for both you and the animal.

"Hey Twilight-" You mention suddenly and point just beyond the distance. "-Should we be concerned about that?"

Monsters, also on horses.

An arrow wizzes by suddenly, imbedding itself in Epona's side.

Shocked by the pain and scared by the suddenness of it, Epona takes off in a sudden sprint. Encouraged by the reaction, the monsters give chase.

Twilight notices that they don't have as much control over their chosen transportation.

He has the advantage.

Epona's first instinct is to run back to the group, back to the numbers and safety. Twilight knows better though, he can't lead the monsters to the group, even if he has a sizeable lead on them. He quickly turns her away, a plan forming in his mind.

You don't have weapons or back up, so this is going to get interesting.

"TWILIGHT!" You scream and throw yourself against him, covering your eyes with one and and gripping him tightly with the other. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Trust me!" He yells over the rushing wind. "I think I have a plan!"

"YOU THINK? You're crazy!" You reply, directly into his ear. "But I trust you... so I guess I am too!"

"That's the spirit!" He grins. Twilight knows Epona won't be able to do much more without injuring herself further and he doesn't want to make any reckless decisions with you right next to him.

He'd hate for you to no longer want to ride a horse over this bad experience.

"Hang on tight!" He finds himself yelling, adrenaline in his veins and he pushes Epona to go a little bit faster.

There's a cliff nearby, a ledge that if he can Epona to go fast enough, she can jump it.

The monsters may try to follow but Twilight is riding heavily on their lack on control and the horses will to stay safe.

Epona reaches it and jumps.

There's a moment of weightlessness and Twilight's heart floats up to his throat. You gasp, and fling yourself around to press your face into the crook of his neck.

Twilight takes one arm off of the reigns and wraps it around you, pressing you tightly into his chest.

Epona makes the jump, landing on the other side with a little more turbulence than Twilight is used to, but he'll blame her shot.

He slows her down and looks to the other side of the ledge.

The monsters do in fact try to follow but Twilight's gamble and intuition pays off. The horses stop just by the edge and several monsters fly off of their backs and down below. The other monsters who can't get by, stop in anger and scream from the other side.

But it appears they lost their archer to the abyss.

So you're safe.

"Oh my goodness..." You gulp and remove yourself from him. "Holy cow... You did it. You mad lad, you did it."

Twilight chuckles nervously and begins to lead Epona back to the camp, gentler and a little more aware now of how she's moving, how much she's been hurt.

"Is Epona ok?" You try to look around him and spot the injury, but there's not a lot of space on the saddle to manage that. He does it for you and sees that it's mostly blocked by the saddle itself, the arrow imbedded deep into the side, just missing the both of you.

Epona most likely only has a scratch and was more startled if anything.

Twilight's not happy about his girl getting hurt but knows that she's taken worse hits. He'll tend to her later, he's worried about you too.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, but Epona?" You insist.

"She's fine. It mostly hit the equipment. They were terrible shots." Twilight grins easily, taking the lead in steering Epona and leans into your back.

You laugh breathlessly and turn your head directly into his. It gives him a great view of your eyes and how they seem to glow in the light. He finds himself entranced and almost misses what you say completely.

"You're incredible, you know that?"

He nearly preens and he pulls himself back. "You think so?"

"Incredibly reckless." You snort. "You've lost your privileges' for yelling at Wild. You're just as bad as him."

"I-..." Twilight starts but can't finish.

"But hey, at least we're ok." You lean back and make yourself comfortable against him. "That could have been worse."

Twilight doesn't move a muscle while you're there, if you're comfy against him, then he'll keep you comfy. "Yeah. Sorry about freaking you out back there."

You go quiet for a moment and he wonders if he's ruined something. Twilight doesn't know if there's something to ruin actually, and he doesn't understand the thought now that he's had it. He doubts you'll stop being friends because of this, so that's not at threat. Monster attacks are not something new. But...

He wants to do this with you, for you.

He doesn't like the idea of you turning him down.

"I don't know..." You say eventually. "Maybe you can make it up to me by continuing these horse riding lessons. Maybe I'll forgive you then."

Twilight doesn't look at your face, he doesn't turn to look at you. He's afraid he'll give too much away on his face if he does.

"If you're still up for it?" It's question. It wasn't supposed to be a question.

You nod and fully relax, your heartbeat gently beating against his own. "Maybe less monsters next time?"

"Agreed." Twilight grins. "Not until after you learn to go out on your own."

"How about... No."

Wild

"Wild. I. Have a question." Wild looks up to your approaching form, tensing up in anticipation.

"Yeah, what's up?" He tries to grin naturally. Wild feels his heart start to beat faster and his face heat up. He gets nervous around you even if he wants to be by your side, but he doesn't know why.

He knows you're friendly and sweet and nice and incredibly smart and there should be no reason that you do this to him and yet he wants to impress you so bad....

But he doesn't know how.

"Your slate has that crazy inventory right? So you carry a whole bunch of stuff on you at all times?" You try to stand tall but you dip your head and thread your fingers through your hair.

You're nervous.

Now you really have his attention.

"Yeah. I might have enough stuff to rival the Veteran and he's known as the Collector as well." Wild sits back and tilts his head at you. "What's up?"

"I..." You start and bite your lip. Wild's eyes land on it and he focuses there for longer than he thinks is appropriate. "I just wanted to ask if I could borrow a sword if you had extra... Mine's about to break and I don't want Smithy on my case about it, since I don't have what I need to fix it. But....um...You know what, nevermind. It's not a big deal, I'll manage, I'll-"

"No! It's fine!" He shoots up to his feet and grabs your hand to keep you from leaving. "Got anything in mind? I've got claymores and short swords, elemental weapons and sheikah blades. I've got some cool boomerangs or clubs from monsters if you want those."

While he's talking, he brings up his slate and begins sliding through the pages and icons, bringing it up to your faces so you can get a better look at what he had to offer. He's quick to point out what weapon can do what and how he has one story for each of them.

He takes a look over to your face and is overjoyed when he sees that you're looking through the screen with as much fervor and excitement as he did when he first came into contact with his world's weapons.

"..." He sees your eyes lock on one of them and voice comes out in a giddy giggle. "This one."

"Which one?" He leans over and places a hand on your shoulder. You let him, or you don't notice but the fact that you don't shove him away makes in happy in a way.

You point to it and he has a brief moment of panic when he sees the one you want. It's one of Robby's creations, a sheikah chainsaw so to speak. It's one of the biggest weapons he has.

"OK." He gulps and takes it out. He presses the activation button and watches your face when it lights up the blade.

A large grin over takes your face when you see it and stare at it for a moment. The light is bright in your eyes and you let out a giggle that's borderline hysterical.

"This is awesome!" You make grabby hands at it and he hesitates to give it to you.

He likes that you like it....but he's suddenly not all to convinced that he should. Wild knows that he's reckless and that he gets hurt a little more than anyone appreciates but... What if you get hurt? With his weapon, no less?

The thoughts scares him a little more than he'll admit.

Maybe you should have that one.... Maybe a more... normal weapon would have been better?

You step away and give it a few experimental swings and his heart launches into his throat.

"Ho-ok!" Wild frantically opens his slate again and takes out a another weapon, a normal iron sword. "Take this one as well actually."

"One is enough Wild. Thank you but-"

"We don't want the others to get jealous, now do we?" He lies. "This way it'll be easier to explain...so maybe save that one for emergencies?"

"Alright." You press the button and stash the weapon away, taking the other sword from his hand. Your fingers brush and he tries to not jerk his hand back and make it awkward.

"For the others sake." You grin, and there's a glint in your eyes that makes him think that you're on to him.

But you don't mention it.

He won't plan to mention it either.

He'll gladly share anything else with you though. You just have to ask.

Four

"RUN! WE HAVE TO RUN!"

Four's head snaps up and he doesn't have the time to register why before you run past him and grab his hand, dragging him behind you.

"WHAT?!" Four yells next to you and matches his stride to your easily. "WHY ARE WE RUNNING?!"

"THEY'RE AFTER ME!" You cry and continue running, taking a sharp turn. "NO TIME TO EXPLAIN!"

Four isn't prepared for the level of rage and concern for your behalf as he begin to reach for his sword and turns around to fight whatever has you in a panic.

"Don't!" You pull his hand harder and nearly throw him off of his feet. "It's not worth it. Just run, maybe we can find a place to hide."

"What's after you?" He asks instead. How bad did it have to be that you didn't even want to fight back? Was it monsters? Did they have numbers on their side? Was it the weapons they had? Were they infected?

He'd gladly fight them for you.

But if it's bad... it's bad and he knows that infected monsters take more effort then they should and they're not something he can do alone.

"Here!" A smile appears on your face and with another sharp turn to press him close to your body and squeeze into a small space. There's no space between you two, it's chest to chest, completely up against each other and Four suddenly has a hard time concentrating.

Four says your name in an attempt to distract himself from your body and eyes the hand you press against his mouth in response.

"Shh..." You look outside the hidey hole and snap back in.

Familiar voices ring with mirth and exhaustion but they are not dangerous. Four finds it in himself to be a little miffed at there not actually being any danger but he keeps quiet at your request.

"Where do you think they went?" Wind has a grin in his voice.

"I don't know. I think they actually lost us." Wild replies in kind. "But they can't be far. It's not like they can out run us."

"You take the right and I'll take the left?" Wind offers and Four has to wonder what they want with you.

You keep your hand over his mouth for a moment longer before slowly retreating.

Four gulps and takes a breath. He's immediately assaulted by how you smell. It's weirdly not just sweat, but apple blossoms and some kind of herb that he's having trouble pin pointing.

It's intoxicating and despite the lack of personal space, Four thinks that this is the most comfortable place he's been in a while.

"Ok. I think they're gone." You turn and begin to shimmy out of the hole. "Sorry about that. They want me to do something dumb with... an item of mine and I don't have the heart to tell them no. So I ran... Which didn't really work because they followed."

Four follows out of the hole and brushes the front of him off. He places his hands on his hips and fixes you with a stare.

"And then I ran into you and I didn't want to explain everything but you're a good guy and you'd just tell them where I went because you wouldn't know and I didn't want to risk leaving you behind-"

A good guy?

"So you kidnapped me?" Four raises an eyebrow. "That was your solution?"

"Well... How else do I get your attention?" You mimic his position and look him in the eye.

Four's about to retort with something that you could do before he stops himself. It's... not something one would just say to a friend. But he finds the idea very appealing for a moment before being disgusted with himself for thinking that about you.

He rolls his eyes to change the conversation outwardly but he continues thinking about it. "There are easier ways to get my attention. One of them, for example, say my name."

"Hard to do, if all of you have the same name." You grin.

He smiles back.

Truthfully, now that he's thinking about it, a lot things that you do catch his attention.

The way you move your hands when you talk. The way you move when you fight. The sound of your laugh. The color of your hair and your eyes.

"Um..." You laugh nervously and scratch the back of your neck. "Would you mind staying with me for a moment longer? I uh- Don't know the way back and I don't want to risk running into either of them just yet But.. I did kidnap you, so if you have something better to do-."

Oh yeah, he'll stay with for for longer. He doesn't mind one bit.

Sky

Sky yawns and rubs at his eyes for a moment before turning his gaze back into the fire.

It's early.... like, stupid early. He hates getting up before the sun and would have gladly stayed in his bedroll... but it's his shift.

Admittedly, he doesn't mind being on watch.

But it's the whole concept of being up before the very time keeper in the sky that miffs him. His body wants to fight it and he typically has to put his whole bed roll away when it's his turn or else he'll be tempted to go back to it and sleep the rest of the night time away.

The only bonus, he supposes, is the chance to watch the sunrise.

It's so different on the surface than on Skyloft, there's more colors and it's not as blinding. He can't to experience more when he reaches his own time again.

The other bonus, he supposes, now that he's thinking about it, if the chance to watch over his new friends and that includes you.

You... Are just as mesmerizing as the sunrise, he thinks.

There's something about you that he finds completely captivating. Your endless colors and arrays of simplistic beauty keep his attention in ways he wouldn't have thought possible. Bringing peace and tranquility to the group when they need and being a signal to start the next leg of the adventure.

And yet, he can admit that it's nothing extraordinary.

You're not trying to impress anyone. It comes naturally to you.

Like the sunrise.

Sky smiles to himself and....he's mature to admit that he's glad he met you, and he think he'll miss you the most when this is all over.

When Sky comes back to the present instead of being trapped in his own head, he realizes that he's been staring at you for a while.

You're still sleeping.

He takes a breath. That wouldn't have been awkward. He prides himself on not being a creep, thank you very much.

You turn in your sleep and a sound escapes you.

Sky sits up a little straighter and watches you again. He knows that everyone has their fair share of demon to fight even when they're asleep. It wouldn't be all that surprising to learn that you had your own battles beyond daytime.

You move again, lifting your arm to fight whatever your brain says is in front of you and a gasp comes through.

Sky shoots up again begins to make his way over to you. He's careful not to wake the others but if he kicks Wind's on the way over, he won't mention it... It's not like that woke him up anyway.

When he finally reaches your side, you're shaking and moving side to side without knowledge of what is happening outside your own mind.

Sky nearly growls and kneels next to you.

"I wish I can fight those things for you..." He says out loud as he begins to gently shake your shoulder. "How dare they still plague you. They're not even here. Who gave them the right?"

You give out a small scream, something in your mind terrorizing you and it prompts Sky to shake you by both your shoulders until you wake up.

Your eyes shoot open with a gasp. You're covered in a cold sweat and breathing heavily. It takes you a while to realize where you are and who's in front of you but in the meantime you try fighting Sky off, still not fully aware that you're awake.

"Hey, hey, it's me." Sky takes a step back in hopes of calming you, even if it's the last thing he wants to actually do. "You're safe now. It's ok."

You finally stop and look at him, staring for a moment until he can see the moment when you see him. "...Oh..."

"You ok?" Sky takes the step forward. "That seemed rough."

"I... Um..."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." He takes another step forward and places his hands on your shoulders. You're still shacking but instead of answering him you launch yourself into his arms.

Sky doesn't hesitate to hold you and lets you cry into his shoulder for as long as you need. He makes a vow to himself right then and there.

He's going to do his best to protect you... and the others. So that even if things get hard, maybe you'll have less nightmares to deal with.

If you'll let him, that is.

For now, he's going to hold you and be there for you when you need him.

It's... really all he can do.