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"cherry blossom knight" look, requested by anonymous .
genevieve devine coin armour halter top | from the "pearl biter" collection
john galliano sheer silk-chiffon showpiece gown | from the "empress josephine meets lolita" collection, s/s 1992
simone rocha spike pearl headband
shaun leane "cherry blossom" silver hook earrings w/ diamonds and pearls
maison marigela original satin tabi ankle boots in rose gold, c. 199o's
stonehart jewelry "legacy" multi-purpose floral ribbon wrap
vintage avant garde sterling silver finger armor ring
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Coquette Winter Gift Guide:
🎀 Gift ideas for yourself or your friends who love the Coquette aesthetic:
Clothes/Fashion:
1. Anything from Brandy Melville (Amara heart lace pyjamas)
2. Bailey bow uggs or normal uggs
3. Ralph Lauren sweaters
4. A ballet wrap
5. Floral pyjama sets, Cami’s & Long sleeve shirts
6. Grandma cardigans
7. A cable knit sweater
8. Legwarmers/pretty tights
9. A pair of cute gloves
10. ANY clothing from “Mymummadeit”
11. ANY clothing from “Favourite child collective”
12. Any clothing from the “Cutey” section on Romwe
13. A dress/anything from “Selkie”
14. Any slogan tee’s / baby tee’s from small businesses and independent brands
15. Victoria secret Pyjamas/Robe
16. Pink puffa coat
17. Tiffany & co earrings or necklace
18. The “Mymummadeit” puffa bag
19. Kate spade heart bag/Vivienne Westwood one or just a heart purse
20. A printed tote bag
21. Ted baker bags/cosmetic bags
22. Any dresses from - Cider, Motel rocks, Pretty little thing, Oh polly
23. A ballet skirt
24. ECOSUSI summer garden romance bags
25. A cape/fur shaul//A glam doll coat
26. Vintage nightgowns/nightwear
27. Cute earmuffs & things to decorate them with
28. Mary Janes & frilly ankle socks
Beauty:
29. Any products from “Glossier”
30. Dior (addict) makeup products (Lip oil’s, Blush, lip balm,
31. Anything from “Flowerknows” “Etude house” “Too faced” or “Charlotte Tilbury” “C beauty mall products”
32. Chanel lipstick
33. A quilted floral coquette makeup bag
34. W7 Tinted kiss lip oil
35. Miss Dior perfume
36. Chanel mamoiselle perfume
37. Any of the Ariana Grande perfumes/body sprays
38. Penhaligons “The favourite”
39. Oriana “Parfums de Marly”
40. Victoria secret body sprays
41. Paul & Joe Cinamoroll collection
Homeware:
42. The Amazon floral bedsheets
43. A heart mirror
44. Love shack fancy homeware items
45. Anything from Paris Hilton’s new cookery line
46. A ballerina/music box jewellery box
47. Pink/Vanilla Yankee candles
48. FreePrints photos to make a wall collage
49. Roccoco style picture frames
50. An angel tray dish
51. Fake flowers
52. Pretty Cushions / A large throw fluffy blanket,
53. Caroline medium jewellery case
54. Fake cake jewellery boxes
55. Tall candles and a candle holder
56. Posters of celebrity’s/artists etc
57. Any pretty art that can be displayed/put into frames
Self care:
58. Spa headbands, and wrist bands (Kylie skin headband)
59. Inn is free skincare products
60. Philosophy shower and skin products
61. Chanel eye patches
62. Mulberry silk eye mask (pink)
63. Look fantastic heartless hair curlers
64. Dior prestige skin products and body lotions
65. Baylis & Harding products
66. Angel tangle brush
67. Charlotte Tilbury skincare gift sets
68. Elasti - cream
69. Embellished claw clips
70. Sol de Janerio body cream
71. Mugs, hand warmers, face masks, lip scrubs
Miscellaneous: ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚
72. AirPod max
73. Wildflower phone cases & airpod cases
74. A pink waterbottle (Stanley or Lululemon)
75. Lana del rey vinyls
76. Coquette notebooks
77. Dior & Chanel fashion books
78. My year of rest and relaxation
79. The seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo
80. Jellycats
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I hope this helped you think of some ideas of things you want to ask or get someone for Christmas 🎀✨🎄
Merry Pinkmas coquette doves
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#baby pink#coquette#coquette aesthetic#lana del rey#girly pink#girly#girly aesthetic#girly girl#girly kei#girly stuff#coquette christmas#pinkmas#christmas
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Aftercare | Demon Brothers
Warning: Uhhhhh Implied Sex? Mentions of whipping, rough sex, pet play
Pairing: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor X Fem!Reader (separate)
Summary: How he takes care of you after he's fucked you nice and hard
Mia's Notes: Okay finally some proper obey me content!! I've been wanting to write stuff for them for a while wahhhhhh now I finally have hafjngakjfa. Will I write for the side characters, I'm thinking about it eheheh. Well hope you like this! mwah mwah
Lucifer knows that sometimes he takes it too far, to the point where you can't even speak properly
He knows you enjoy it but still, you are his responsibility, his everything. And Luci is not one to slack in duty
You're in his arms, nuzzling into his neck as he hugs you. His first priority is your comfort so he brings out oils of different scents and magical abilities, anything to make you feel better
His fingers knead your sore muscles and gradually heal any of the harsh impact marks (he's teetering on the edge of pride and sympathy)
The red lines where he whipped you, he's most gentle around those areas. The way you're squirming, he can tell it hurts :(
He's carefully when he's turning your body around or helping you sit up against the pillows, holding a glass of water to your lips as you drink. Hydration is important for your throat to feel better after how much he made you scream
"My lovely pet, I love you dearly. You've made me so happy...and so proud. Now let me take care of you."
If there is one thing Mammon prides himself in, it is how he's prepared to pamper you when you feel the fatigue and exhaustion hit
He's ready with these really expensive scented candle (did some research and bought some which he knew were relaxing scents) and some silk robes for you
and how can we forget, the softest, fuzziest socks in all three realms
Mammon is a big softie and even though he's all like "Mammon the great must have been so rough that you can't even move", he's freaking out on the inside
You're his precious love, he's going to wrap you in the soft blankets like a sushi and kiss you all over your face
His way of praising you is by telling you how worthy you are to stand by his side. Might slip up and straight up tell you how much he loves you and values you
He’s really vocal with his love for you, he’s just mega thankful you’re here with him
Thousands of kisses for you from him uwu
"Only you are fit to be with the great Mammon! Because... Of how amazing you are. I love you, Treasure- whatever!"
When the sub-drop hits, you feel emotionally distant from him, and he doesn't like that at all :(
He loves you more than all his collectibles, even more than ruri-chan!
Sure he may not be very experienced with sex and stuff, but he knows that you need him there with you. So why not do the one thing he's good at
Two player video games. Bonus if it's his favourite game 'It Takes Two'. Any co-op game for the two of you to play together <3 (what if you played genshin impact)
He'll hold you in his lap, arms hugging you tight as you get through the puzzles together. One kiss on your cheek because he can't handle more than that
He's delicately caressing the red lines across your thighs, where he may have squeezed too hard with his tail while cumming. Can't help it if you make him feel so good
"We work so well together, I bet we can finish the game in half the time. I love you so much, my Player 2."
He's shushing you softly while wiping the tears from your face as he guides you to lay on top of him
You've done so well for him, he'll be there with you and care for you when the exhaustion his and the adrenaline subsides
He's petting your body, stroking your hair and taking off the cat ear headband, massaging your neck after unclasping the collar
He's dragging a hand down your spine, chanting spells to calm the pain as he carefully pulls the cat tail butt plug out
He loves holding you close and whispering poetic phrases of love into your ears, kissing the top of your head as you drink some water
You're still so caught up in the scene that you're meowing and purring on top of him.. he doesn't dislike it though
As rough and mean as he can be, he has a sweet side for moments like these.
"Shh, Kitten, rest. You're so wonderful, a story more passionate than any I've ever read. I love you."
The avatar of sex himself. He can write a whole book on what come before sex, during sex and after sex
He knows everything about how your hormones go crazy but once everything is done, the sudden drop in the levels bring in the shallow depression
And Asmo baby is all about the after care!!
What better way to relax your senses and aching muscles and get you cleaned up that a nice bubble bath
Want lavender? Jasmine? Or maybe you prefer a nice citrus scent. Whatever you want, Asmo is filling the tub with warm water and bubbles
He’s massaging your scalp with shampoo and lathering your body with soap, laughing with you as you play with the bubbles floating on the surface
And when you’re done, he’s carrying you to his bed once again, only to rub some lotion on your skin. It’s really sweet how he’s using jade crystals to massage your face as you lay your head on his lap
You though you were glowing from the sex? But it’s really the aloe vera in the cream he’s using. Your skin is just as precious as his :p
“My Cutie Pie! Your skin looks so soft! I love you so much! Did you like the bath, because I know I did.”
Beel knows how his hunger for you can leave you heaving for breath, body burning from the exhaustion.
You’re groaning in discomfort, crying about how your body and tummy hurts
A light bulb flick in his head and he thinks of a sweet, romantic gesture for you that is sure to make you feel better
Please wait for him just one second as he runs to the kitchen and brings you chocolates and fruits and some warm tea
He’s quickly got you seated on his lap as you curl into the warmth of his chest. You look so comfortable like this, don’t you dare think he’ll let you lift a single finger now
He’s holding fruits and pieces of chocolate to your lips, wrapping his hand around your frail ones as you take small sips of the herbal blend. His heart elates when you sigh in happiness and rest against his shoulder.
“Open wide, Cupcake. I love you and I want you to get your energy back up! Thank you for being with me.”
In all honesty, he’s too tired to do anything quite grand. The way your bodies moved together, he’s exhausted.
How about some cuddles? He knows how much you must be craving innocent physical affection and cuddles are right up his alley
He’ll scoot closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and tangling your legs together. His embrace is so tight and warm, you’ll find yourself slowly falling asleep
With your back against his chest, his nose buried in your hair and your neck as he kisses up and down your skin
His arms are snug around your waist, fingers rubbing mindless circles on your tummy
He isn’t one much to talk, but he’s concerned about you, whispering a question here and there in between the sweet words he breathes into your ears
Your sleepy mumbles make him smile and he’s finding your hand, intertwining your fingers together, snuggling closer to you till your bodies were pressed together.
“Go to sleep, my Star. I’ll protect you, here and in your dreams…because I love you, so much.”
#mia.smut#mia.writes#obey me smut#lucifer smut#mammon smut#leviathan smut#satan smut#asmodeus smut#beelzeub smut#belphegor smut#after care#obey me
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Could you maybe write something for Hannibal Lector having a s/o that isn’t used to being taken care of? Like maybe the way he cooks for them or spoils them and they’re just not used to it? How would Hannibal act?
You’re writing is amazing btw!
Less than perfect
I feel like I got a bit carried away here gn BUT thank you <33 mwah
there will be some headcanons at the end!!
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He noticed, it was hard not to, considering his field of work — it is what drew him to you, he supposes. Hannibal had the urge to wrap you in his arms, pull you close, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear while you slept the moment he saw you. A being as precious as you, his little lamb, deserved all the love and he could see you were being starved of it.
Hannibal decided, somewhere along the way, that you were now his.
It felt similar to rehabilitating an animal that had never seen the outside world; you were so curious, watching him with wide eyes, hiding your face at every compliment and pet name — you were perfect for him, an open canvas to create whatever his heart desired.
The morning it really clicked with you, that Hannibal meant every word he said, was in the middle of October: He had been invited to a halloween party and was allowed a plus one, which automatically meant you. You didn’t understand the costumes when he first presented the idea, but still you agreed, thankful for the extra warmth the wool provided.
Small, black sheep ears glued to a headband sat upon your head, an expensive silk collar adorned your neck with the words “Little lamb,” engraved on the metal charm. Hannibal stood next to you in a shepherd's gown, smiling down at you whilst speaking softly, “I’ve raised you so well, my lamb.” He ushered you forward, looking off to the side. “Go on, go mingle while I take care of some business.”
Similar to a shepherd and his flock, Hannibal took care of the big bad wolf that had been giving you problems at work — no one would notice him missing and maybe if he was careful with his seasoning, the meat wouldn't be as tainted.
Dinner that night was wonderful, “Thank you, Han. I wish I could cook this good.” You comment, laughing at the end. “I can do the dishes?” Hannibal eyed you, satisfied that you’d ask permission from him — so obedient, so perfect.
“Of course, and I’m sure you can cook just as well,” he starts, trailing behind you with the rest of the empty dishes. “But if not, you still make a beautiful lamb.”
Your face is hot, heat creeping up your neck and reaching the tips of your ears. “Ah no, but thank you.”
Hannibal is displeased with your response, turning to look at you as confusion settles into his features. “My lamb, you can’t possibly believe you are anything less than perfect?” and while it may have sounded rhetorical, he expects a reply — displeased once again when you shake your head softly.
He falls silent, watching you with calculating eyes, racking his brain for ways to make you see how beautiful you are — “Can I kiss you, my lamb?”
You’re caught off guard, half expecting him to say it was a prank and move on, but when he doesn’t, you smile — if the little cottontail glued to your pants was real, it would be wagging fifty miles an hour. “You wanna kiss..me?” You clarify, pointing your thumb to your chest and when he nods, you laugh in disbelief. “Then kiss me.”
Hannibal can’t help but wonder if all of you tasted this sweet; if your meat would be as heavenly as your lips – but he’d never eat his little lamb.
To hannibal, you are a lamb at the slaughter, calling out to him for help and he can’t help but to spoil your cute little face — you’re his lamb after all, right?
Hannibal just... seems like he would absolutely adore the fact he is the first to love you like you deserve, to be the first to lovingly caress your cheek in the morning, make you breakfast in bed with cute little love notes on the side.
However, Hannibal is also absolutely livid at all your past lovers and family for not giving you the gift of kindness that you more than deserved.
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One on One
Sequel to One is the Loneliest Number
Warnings: none
Dunno if I’ll be doing an exhaustive drabble series but there’s at least this. Let me know if you’re enjoying it or not and any thoughts you have. Love you!
You sit down and Professor Rogers plants the metal stand with your table number between you. The cafe is quiet though not empty. You watch him as he pulls off his blazer, hanging it over the back of the chair before he seats himself.
“I didn’t even know this place opened up,” he says, unbuttoning his cuff as he speaks, rolling up one sleeve, a casual gesture that almost seems subconscious, “I guess I just get in the habit of putting my head down and getting where I’m going.”
You watch him fold his other sleeve before you find a response. You’re still questioning yourself, certain he’s only being nice and not outright reproaching you. He’s your professor, you can’t just ask him out. Well, that’s not what it is, it’s only tea. You and Inez have tea every week after Grammar.
“I know what you mean, I get so lost, I hardly take in what I’m seeing,” you confess as you adjust your silk headband, “it’s why I was so late today. Sorry again for that.”
“At least you showed up,” he shrugs, pausing as a barista nears with steaming mugs and sets them down on the table. He thanks them and you echo him mousily. He focuses on you again as you inhale the aroma wafting from your cup, “I get so caught up in the routine. You know, it’s dull, you’re here as long as me and it’s just another day, every day.”
“Oh,” you blow across the brim as you carefully lift the mug.
“I’m sure you have more exciting things than listening to me complain,” he leans an elbow on the table, the tendon in his forearm bulging beneath the skin, “what kinda tea did you get again? It smells amazing?”
“The, uh, cherry lime parfait?” You check the menu above the counter, “not really tea, I know.”
“I like sweet stuff,” he muses, dragging his fingertips along a rippled vein near his wrist. He’s moving his hands so much, it’s distracting, “I just never have anything sweet. I don’t know, I go for the same old every time. Like I said, routine.”
He peers down into his cup, unimpressed by his choice.
“What did you get?” You ask, realising you hadn’t even listened to his order. You were too distracted by the cake pops taunting you from beside the register.
“Ceylon, bland and plain, just like me,” he huffs, “sorry, I– I’m disappointed about today is all.”
“How about we switch?” You offer, “I don’t mind. I like Ceylon, do you like cherry?”
He considers you, brushing along his jawline as his tongue pokes inside his cheek, “I couldn’t.”
“Really, it’s fine,” you slide your cup across the table, “try it.”
He narrows his eyes and tilts his head, “why are you so… nice?”
“I’m not,” you insist as you take his mug, “I’m indecisive. I kinda realised I’m in the mood for black tea.”
“You don’t have to lie–”
“I’m not,” you insist as you uncover the sugar bowl, using the tiny spoon to scoop some into the Ceylon, “all good. Seems like you could use something sweet.”
He smiles and slowly wraps his hands around the cup, “I really could.”
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You return the cups to the counter as the professor runs to the bathroom. You wander before you return to the table, looking at the French presses and travel mugs on the shelf. You take out one of the tea balls, shaped like a strawberry, and turn it over in your fingers.
You glance back and notice Dr. Roger’s jacket, you see his wallet sticking out of the pocket. You shouldn’t leave it unattended. Your bag either. You go back and pull your bag from under the chair and check the time on your phone. You should get back to your dorm.
“Hey, you like vanilla or chocolate?” Professor Rogers gives you a fright and you drop your phone back into your open bag.
You look at the two cake pops in his hands and give a curious expression, “I’m not picky.”
“I saw you eyeing them before and thought why not? Another treat.”
“Thank you, but you didn’t–”
“I did, you sacrificed your cherry lime parfait for me,” he coos, “I owe you.”
“Vanilla,” you claim the white cake pop covered in confetti sprinkles, “thank you, Professor.”
“Steve, we’re not in class,” he says.
“St– oh, I couldn’t, that feels… wrong.”
“It feels wrong having you call me professor,” he tucks the chocolate pop in his pocket, “please, it makes me feel… old.”
“Not old, older is all,” you assure him. “I, uh,” you zip up your bag, “I gotta get back. Class tomorrow morning.”
You swing your bag over your shoulders and face him. He hooks his thumbs in his pants pockets and drops his chin, “yeah, I figured, but uh, it’s dark,” his cheek twitches as he glances out the windows, “I could walk you, make sure you get back safe.”
“It’s not far, Prof– Steve,” you correct yourself, “I’d hate for you to go out of your way.”
“It’s not, really, I’d feel worse worrying about you,” he reaches for his blazer, slinging it over one arm as he unrolls his sleeve and buttons it. He switches arms and does the same before pulling on the tweed, “at least let me walk you part way. To the English building.”
“I– wait, how did you know I’d go by there?” You twirl the cake pop in your hand.
“Lucky guess, or I guess, a presumption,” he says, “so?”
“No big deal, you’re going that way, right?”
He nods and you smile sheepishly. He waves you towards the door and follows you closely. He skirts around to open it before you can do so yourself. You graze against him as you exit. He comes up beside you on the pavement.
Nervous, out of small talk, you unwrap the cake pop and shove the plastic in your pocket. He’s quiet too as you nibble off a sprinkle. You peek over at him, he’s watching.
“Oh, sorry,” you cover your mouth, “I… I just can’t resist.”
“No, go ahead,” his sleeve touches yours as you walk along, “it looks scrumptious.”
You turn the pop and concentrate on the teeth marks against the hard icing, “it is, thanks.”
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Part Two: Everyone Knows
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Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Freelance Journalist Black Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.4k (w/ some social media au)
Warnings: My own terrible example of Twitter environment, everybody basically feeling physical pain watching Mick and Y/n, hopefully thinking for the rest of the season
A/N: Part 2! We've got a part 2! This was so fun to write, you guys have no idea. The social media stuff took quite a bit of brain power (now have even more respect to writers that do smau a lot) but I think I got it, kinda. Be kind to me there, okay, it's my first time doing something like that. But I'm proud of the job I've done with this and I hope you all like it too!! Love you all!!💖💛💖💛
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Mick let out a sigh of relief as he saw you strolling toward him, a bounce in your step that causes your hair, which was down today, to sway with your movements. The smile and little wave that you gave him once you spotted him made his chest tighten and the act of breathing more difficult. He waved back, then lowered his hand slightly when you were stopped by the same woman who you were thanking last night while coming out of the press room. She hands you what looks like a pass and then a business card before briskly walking to the next place she needs to be. You finally reach Mick and give him an exaggerated wide smile.
“You’re not wearing your glasses.” He now had an unobstructed view of your alluring brown eyes as they looked at him innocently.
“Yeah, when I know I have more writing and note taking to do, it's just nicer to be wearing my glasses.” You stopped your words and rolled your eyes at your own bluff before looking back to Mick, who sported adorably scrunched eyebrows. “And...I also actually gave myself time to get ready this morning so I was able to put in my contacts. This was also partially because I realized, like, half way back to my hotel that I had no idea what time we were meeting and that I wasn’t able to ask you because I didn’t have your number.” Your hand movements got more vigorous as your explanation went on, which was highly amusing to Mick who wished you would keep talking just so he could keep watching you. “So, that was my night and morning. Plus getting my article done and sent to the website I am writing for this weekend.”
“Wow, busy night…and morning.” Mick got lost for a moment, tracing the ends of the silk wrap that you had tied like a headband and how it draped with your locs that reach midway past your shoulder blades. He shook himself back to the present. “Uh, here’s your pass.”
“Oh, thank you. I also got one to get into media pit after the practice sessions, qualifying and the race, I think, from Julie...the girl I was just talking to. She was so sweet and let me stay in the press room to get all of my notes and stuff together after everything was done and she gave this to me just because I helped her straighten the room up.” Watching you gush about this encounter makes Mick’s heart warm, glad that his new friend has had a positive experience at her first race so far. That’s right. You're his new friend. That’s why his pulse starts to race at even the thought of you. Why looking into your eyes is just as good as getting a hug. Why he can’t help but smile when you smile, and wants to be the reason for it. This is what happens when you make a new friend, right?
“That’s awesome! I’m glad your day started on the right foot.” Mick’s smile was bright and genuine. “Um, let’s exchange numbers real quick so you won’t have to worry about when to get ready next time.” Next time. Something in you reacts at the thought of being able to spend another race weekend with Mick looking after you. He has been very friendly over the past day. You hope that there will be a next time, because you want nothing more than to be closer friends with Mick. To be able to spend more time with him.
After exchanging phones to input phone numbers, you and Mick enter the Mercedes motorhome, saying hello to people who pass and being introduced to anyone that stays long enough to talk. That’s all that Mick wanted to do. Introduce you to anybody and everybody you two come across, but this feeling conflicts with a flint of selfishness from wanting to keep you to himself and stay in the intimate cocoon you guys were the previous night. Still, he introduces you and eventually things calm down for a while and you guys get some time to talk. It was just comfy small talk sprinkled with important details about yourselves. After the 45 minute lull in Friday festivities you knew more about Mick’s sister and her competitive horse riding and what he does when he goes home to Switzerland, and he knew about your recent move to LA and a bit about your journey to becoming a freelance journalist. There were also an ungodly number of dog pictures shown between the two of you. The commotion picked up a bit suddenly which caused you both to automatically look towards the door to see Lewis enter. Through the automatic glass door you can see George and Carmen, exchanging a few more words before giving each other a kiss goodbye and going their separate ways. George inside the motorhome and Carmen off to some other area of the paddock, waving in through the window before leaving.
You and Mick stand from your seats to head over to the two Mercedes drivers, but you trailed behind Mick, nervous to be so up close and personal. You listen and them exchange brief hellos and bro hugs, and give a polite grin when Lewis looks towards you, his face instantly letting you know that he recognized you. “I remember you from yesterday, uh, gosh I’m sorry I don’t think I remember your name.” From the face Lewis had, you could tell that he was racking his brain to remember, but you just reach out your hand to introduce yourself.
“Y/n Y/l/n. It’s nice to see you again.” As you were introducing yourself, Mick guided you just in front of him, standing slightly off to his left but close enough to feel his body heat radiating, warming your legs which were exposed since you were wearing shorts. You could feel his eyes on you as you shook Lewis' and George’s hands.
“Yes, that’s it. Geez, I’m sorry. The question you asked yesterday was good though.” A large smile popped on your face at the compliment. You adjusted the cream colored tote bag on your shoulder to occupy your hands that wanted to find Mick’s that you knew were somewhere close.
“Woah, your shoes! Those are quite cool!” George’s comment sends everyone's attention, including your own, to the custom Air Force 1’s you wore that had a sunflower design on the toebox and along the swoosh. Your most recent splurge, sans the British Grand Prix trip.
“Your entire fit is rocking actually! Yesterday’s too.” As you partially shy away from the compliments that were being thrown your way, Mick takes the moment to get a good look at you. He saw how you had your hair when you got to the paddock this morning, but his focus on your face kept his eyes away from the black cropped halter top you wore underneath a cream colored linen button up that remained unbuttoned and your jean cutoffs that worked wonders for your legs. You swapped the larger hoop earrings you wore yesterday for smaller ones, still gold to match the layered necklaces you wore. You shift your tote bag further up your shoulder.
“Yeah, you look amazing today.” Even though all three Mercedes drivers were complimenting you simultaneously, your attention immediately went to Mick upon the sound of his voice.
“Thank you.” You voice was soft and accidentally went up an octave, but neither of you noticed as sappy grins grew on both of your faces. With you two in your own realm for the moment, Lewis and George were both left to watch the longing between you two then, after looking at each other with the same knowing look, Lewis cleared his throat to bring you guys back to Earth.
“You gonna be in the garage all weekend, Y/n?” You couldn’t help but smile with Lewis’ gapped smile, but look towards Mick briefly, telepathically asking if what he gave you was a multiday pass.
“Oh, yeah. The pass is for the rest of the weekend.” Mick stuffs his hands in his pockets, which seems to be the only thing he can ever think of to stop himself from wanting to touch you.
“I guess I am.” You laugh, shrugging then grabbing onto your bag handle with both hands.
“Alright! I guess I’ll see you later then.” Lewis shakes your hand and turns to go further back into the motorhome, waiting for George.
“It was very nice to meet you Y/n.” George
Once they were out of earshot, George lightly elbowed Lewis to get his attention. “You saw what I saw, right?”
“Yeah, I did.” Was all Lewis could muster. He knew that this was going to be excruciating to watch.
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You leaned your head onto Mick’s shoulder while laughing at the joke bouncing between the two of you, Esteban watching the interaction from across the table. Esteban took a bite of his food before interjecting sarcastically. “No, no. That’s fine. Laugh at my misfortune.”
“How can we not laugh at a video of your kart just drifting out of frame…” You couldn’t finish your explanation as you began hysterically laughing, Mick and Esteban joining into the angelic, contagious sound. Mick saw tears starting to fall from your eyes due to your laughter and swiftly grabbed a napkin for you, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Esteban.
“It was wet! They're lucky that I didn’t take everybody behind me out too.” You chuckle at his hilariously disgruntled rebuttal and take a drink from the wine glass in front you.
“That’s true. But to be fair, that would have made it ten times funnier.” Mick jokes with his friend then reaches around the back of your chair, moving one of your locs off of your shoulder before ultimately resting his hand on the chair. You all take the well needed lull in the moment to eat some more of the food in front of you guys, look around at the quaint Belgian restaurant you guys decided to have dinner at Wednesday night before the race weekend began.
“That motorsport article was good. A lot of good insight on how not just Mercedes, but most of the grid is starting to catch up to Red Bull.” You smile at the acclaim given to you by Esteban, briefly turning your head toward Mick when you feel his hand rubbing your shoulder for a moment.
“Thank you. So many comments are saying that I’m delusional, but they’ll see. Motorsport obviously published it for a reason.” You start to dab at your eye when it starts to feel like something was in it and excuse yourself to the bathroom after politely turning down Mick’s offer to look for the offending object himself, leaving just Esteban and Mick at the table.
“She’s nice. But, I feel like I’m sensing something between you two.” Esteban flicks a finger from Mick to the direction that you went.
“We’re just friends.” Mick flashes an innocent, unknowing smile. “She’s nice to have around and talk to, and I hope she thinks the same about me.”
Esteban’s eyes widened in shock at the genuine comment from his friend, surprised at the naivety. “Okay.” He gives an exaggerated nod, deciding not to say anything else as a means to keep his own sanity, grinning at you when you return and sit back down, Mick’s attention completely on you.
Monza
“You what!?” You walk out of the bathroom of your hotel room, face still lathered with face wash as you stare at Mick sitting on your bed.
“I’m racing this weekend.” You gave him no reaction at first, going back to rinse your face off, put your glasses on and stand in front of him, staring at him, analyzing his facial features. His eyes that you have recently noticed look at you with a certain sense of longing, smile lines next to the mouth grinning up at you, hair flopped back due to his head positioning and messy due to his participation in the second practice session that day. You get back to the matter at hand.
“One more time. In my good ear, please.” You exaggeratedly flip your locs away from your ear leaning closer to Mick, making him chuckle. Your close proximity allows him to get a whiff of your sweet smelling hair.
“I’m racing this weekend. George is pretty sick and so they decided that it would be best for me to drive tomorrow. And since I would be driving in qualifying, they decided I should just drive through the rest of the weekend.”
“Wow. I mean, I’m sorry to hear about George, I’ll need to text him.” You sidebar, looking around from your stationary position for your phone, quickly giving up. “But that’s awesome! What!” You instinctively wrap your arms around Mick’s neck in a hug, having to bend down for a moment as he was still seated on the bed in front of you, but he gently stands up, slowly changing the angle of the hug.
“I know. I feel like I should be nervous, but I’m really just excited, you know?” The way he looked at you displayed the pure joy that he was feeling, and you couldn’t help but share that joy, wanting to make sure he keeps this joy. About 30 seconds into the quiet moment of you two, you realize simultaneously you were still embraced, your arms draped over Mick’s shoulders and Mick’s arms wrapped around your waist. You guys break apart, pausing for a beat before Mick continues. “I, uh, also was wondering if you wanted to head to the circuit with me tomorrow?”
You were about to agree, but then Mick’s unsure smile to the request reminded you that he has been riding his motorcycle to the track the past two days, hence the reason you haven’t arrived with him. “On that death machine? No.” You shake your head, your locs shaking side to side.
“Please? I would think if I were to have a good luck charm, it would show up with me.” His smile was now more convincing, boyish, like he’s trying to convince you to give him some ice cream.
“Good luck charm, huh?” You try to keep a straight, skeptical face as Mick comically nods his head. On the inside, though, you were mush at the thought of Mick saying you were his good luck charm. You sigh. “I guess flattery gets you some places, Schumacher. Fine, I’ll do it.”
“Thank you, really. I promise I’ll be careful, but you’ll be surprised at how fun it is.” He brings you into a hug as he speaks, cradling your head briefly before pulling away. “And if tomorrow comes and you really don’t want to get on the bike, that is okay.” You guys exchange mundane comments and goodbyes before Mick leaves your room to head back to his own, leaving you with a feeling in your heart that you shake off before finishing your night routine.
__Friday, Autodromo Nazionale di Monza___
Mick stops his bike near the paddock with you still clutching his waist, before your ears registers the lack of sound from the bike. Though the ride itself was adrenaline riddled, you were comforted by Mick’s scent surrounding you, not only from hugging him close as he steered, but also from having to wear his backpack during the ride. You climb off and remove your helmet, regaining your composure as you wait for Mick to remove his helmet to hand him his bag and rearrange your tote on your shoulder that hand to be sandwiched between you two. You guys then begin to head toward the paddock entrance, stopping to say hello to fans standing nearby, then entering, which happened to be at the same time as Toto and Susie Wolff. They’re attention was initially on someone explaining a piece of business that you didn’t pay attention to, but then Toto called Mick over, leaving you and Susie to greet each other.
“You must be Y/n. I have heard a lot about you.” You shake the hand of the lady in front of you, starstruck.
“Mrs. Wolff, it’s so nice to meet you. I hope it’s all good things you’ve heard.” You give her a spritely smile, and though she returns the gesture, your nerves still get to you.
“Trust me dear, it’s all been great. And call me Susie, please.” You see that her attention moved to just behind you which prompts you to turn and look, seeing Julie hesitantly approach as to not rudely interrupt the conversation.
“Hi, sorry. I just wanted to give you these. Just a little thank you for helping me out with set up and clean up and honestly with basically everything else.” She hands you two 4-day press passes that you smile at, confused. “For Vegas and Abu Dhabi.” You go to thank her, but with a wink, she swiftly leaves to her next task.
“Oh, those are a hot commodity.” Susie’s voice inflection makes you feel even more special than Julie’s gesture as you wrap up straps around the passes and place them in your tote.
“I know. What she was talking about, you know helping her, it's just...it's easy to get bored hanging around the track all day so I usually find her and help with whatever she’s doing. I didn't expect this, just wanted to help. I’ll need to find her and thank her later. ” You look in the direction she sped off to then look back to Susie, eyes briefly crossing the path of Mick who also took that moment to look at you. You guys grin at each other, which causes onlooker Susie to smile in amusement.
“Your recent article about Ferrari’s unexpected win in Zandvoort, was good.” The accent laced in her flattery was like music.
“Thank you! I’m glad you liked it. You have no idea the number of comments there's been about me being impractical about the course of the season.” You tend to reach a certain level of passion when discussing your writing, rightfully so, and the familiar tone in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Mick who turns his head slightly to see you, this time peaking Toto’s interest.
“It’s because you have the balls to challenge Red Bull’s dominance.” Her words briefly shock you, but once you realize who you were talking to, you both laugh at the comment that was undeniably true.
“And considering everything, I definitely need to find Julie to thank her because I only see both championships being decided in either Las Vegas or Abu Dhabi.” At this point, Toto and Mick had came and stood behind their respective lady, Toto wrapping his arm around Susie and Mick standing extremely close, messing with your hair a bit before stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“You need to spread that optimism around the paddock.” Chuckles echo around the group at Toto’s comment.
“I’ll try, but I think I need to get past everyone thinking I’m crazy.” You giggle, making everyone smile. Mick shifts his stance and crosses his arms, not in a way that signifies annoyance, but more in an attempt to physically keep himself together as he stares at your hair, locs up in a high ponytail.
“Trust me, no one thinks that. You’re like a vigilante.” Toto’s oddly worded compliment makes you feel warm and fuzzy, and when he takes a peek at his watch you also check the time on your phone.
“Oh, I guess we better get going. I’m sure we all have somewhere to be.” You comment, everyone agreeing as scattered final remarks are said.
“It was very nice meeting you Y/n.” She pauses for a moment, eyes flashing at Mick and then back to you. “I’m gonna figure out a way for us to work together in the future, okay?”
At first you just look at her in shock, having to tell yourself to reach out and shake her handat first. “Okay, that would be amazing! Thank you! And it was great meeting you, too, Mrs- Susie. Susie." You correct yourself, then wave and say bye to Toto before heading further down the paddock with Mick, leaving the two Wolff’s to debrief on the undertones of the conversation.
“She’s a sweetheart. And a lion with a pen.” Susie comments, Toto’s arm now removed from her shoulders as she turns to fiddle with her husband’s appearance.
“Oh, very nice girl, strong minded. But besides that, you saw them, right? I know I don’t usually concern myself with this stuff, but-” They begin to walk toward the Mercedes motorhome, waving at people as they heard they’re names.
“Oh yeah. They’re in love.” She didn’t even look back at Toto when she spoke, sure of her observations as she stepped into the motorhome.
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MINI GUIDE TO LOCS
Newer locs usually need to be washed every 1 to 2 weeks. If you wash them more, it can lead to dryness, itchiness, breakage or flakiness. After your locs have matured, regular washing is okay (make sure to use residue-free shampoo!)
Moisturise regularly, as dry locs can lead to breakage. However, using heavy products can create build-up. Be vigilant with how much product you’re putting in your hair.
Be gentle with your locs when styling or retwisting. Excessive touching, pulling twisting of locs can cause thinning or breakage.
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Drink water and maintain a healthy diet. Sometimes, the food you eat can reflect the quality of your hair. There are plenty of foods out there that support hair growth.
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Roméo et Juliette: de la Haine à l'Amour - Redesign - 2024
To understand my completely unnecessary desire to redesign a musical that is over twenty years old, you have to understand that Romeo et Juliette is my Roman Empire. Long explanation under the break.
I wanted this design to be an homage in the silliest way possible.
I really leant into the sensibilities of original costume designer Dominique Borg, who used contemporary colour and technique and applied it to historical (or pseudo-historical) silhouettes.
Broadly, I wanted the Montagues to feel English in their shapes--Elizabethan doublets, high necklines, and ruffs, in homage to Shakespeare and the source text. They're all leather, denim, silver hardware--a little bit punk with status.
The Capulets would be deeply Italian Renaissance in their silhouettes, in reference to the setting of the play. They're all velvets, lace, chiffon, satins, and gold hardware--giving them an airiness of the Mediterranean while still allowing some drape here and there.
I wanted each family to have a slightly more broad palette than most versions afford them--which is why the Montagues have a smattering of green and magenta while the Capulets play with some soft yellows and lavenders.
The ball scene is largely Arthurian in inspiration--just because I took the idea of "what would the 1500s consider vintage and costume-y in the same way we think of the Victorian era" and ran away with it. There's also some silly Y2K nonsense because I rewatched the "On dit dans la rue" music video and thought "What if the Capulets threw this big Arthurian affair with full elegance and the Montagues cobbled together some gay club outfits circa 1998 fits out of a suit of armour."
FINALLY, I wanted Roméo and Juliette to take on elements of each other's family's style and colours for the end of the play--because to be loved is to be changed.
So here is a breakdown of my choices for each of the looks.
Un Jour: Here we see Roméo in his base look. It's a two-tone patent leather double with multiple zipper details. The peplum is criss-crossed zippers. The wings over the shoulder seams are edged with zipper teeth. The ruff detail at the neckline is also edged with zipper teeth. He has along zipper across the front of his boot like he's trying to be the next Sailor Moon. I don't know y'all. I went a little feral with trying to figure out all the places I could put zippers in.
Juliette is the most juvenile looking in Un Jour. I imagine that in this scene, she's being dressed by her family instead of her own volition.
She's in an asymmetrical, empire-waisted gown that is likely a brocaded or printed silk. Her chemise is a sheer lavender georgette or chiffon that peaks through the lacing at the shoulders and along the upper arms. She has a velvet choker and velvet belt and a heavily stoned velvet headband. Her hairstyling (it would have to be a wig, it would be NUTS to not make this a wig) is an homage to the open-weave Juliet caps that were similar to nets worn in the period on hair. Italy was, fun fact, one of the few countries where women didn't cover their hair during the renaissance.
L'amour heureux: As I explained above, Roméo's outfit is so silly. The wrap around glasses. The one arm of armour. The sheer, stoned period shirt. The gold brocade on the trousers. The pearl earring. The many, unnecessary belts. Bless this mess. It's also a cheeky little nod to Baz Lurhmann's Romeo + Juliet.
Juliette is, ostensibly, cosplaying as Guinevere or Lady Macbeth or Ophelia or any number of Middle Ages women. The ball is the Capulet's opportunity to really sell their daughter as marriage material so I wanted the look to feel bridal, hence the veil. I wanted to give reference to exaggerated surcote sleeves without actually doing them, hence the sleeve-into-glove and bow detailing with trails down to the floor. There is also a hint of yellow chemise underneath, which is actually just her Le balcon look underdressed for ease of the quick change (yes, I did think about this.) The dress is velvet with one panel of lace in-set into the underskirt. The bows are satin-face organza.
Le balcon: Romeo would change into his base again (during Le Poète). Juliette is in a simple yet totally impractical sheer chemise + slip combo. I wanted this soft yellow for this sequence because I always think about the lines "O she doth teach the torches to burn bright!" and "But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?/It is the east and Juliet is the sun" when it comes to describing her. The chemise would likely be a chiffon, while the slip would be silk.
Aimer: I say this with my whole chest--I hate how they changed the palette for Aimer in the 2010 production. I want my lovers soft and angelic and matching in this moment of union. Here we see a bit more of Romeo's lace shirt--his sleeves are laced like Juliette's in the first look. His doublet, trouser, boot combo are off-white leather in homage to the original production. Juliette's dress has a similar train length to her ball look (again, bridal) and we see the neckline creep up into a ruff (Elizabethan, rather than Italian). Lots of sheer net and lace with cream bridal satin as a skirt. Tiered sleeves. A little circlet on her head.
Le poison: Honestly? Just wanted her to have another outfit change before her death dress as a transitional choice. There's so much more of the purple in this look because it's going to take us into the blue elements of the final dress.
La mort de Roméo/Juliette: Again. To be loved is to be changed. Juliette has a dropped waistline, a high neckline and ruff, and a heart shaped cut-out detail (see: boob window). She's straight up in blue, and all the sweet and soft pinks of her youth are gone. Romeo has lost his high neckline, ruff, wins, and peplum in favour of a shorter Italian silhouette. He's asymmetrical (a call-back to Juliette's asymmetry) and all the edging detail is done in red. Mantua as a setting is patchworked, torn, and dirty, so I imagine the doublet is pieced together from scraps of jersey (so it's drippy and sad and hangs off him in a lovely manner).
#romeo et juliette#damien sargue#cecilia cara#joyce draws#retj redesign 2024#retj#this is the most unhinged thing I have ever dreamed up#anyways more to come soon#will probably do mercutio and the prince and benvolio and tybalt together as one post#did little 14 year old joyce think this is what she would STILL be talking about? nO#also if you've ever wondered what my costume design process looks like it's this
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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.
#oh Jesus Christ#this was amazing to write#wowowow#Daddy Whiskey#Agent Whiskey#Agent Whiskey smut#Frankie Morales#Frankie Morales smut#Frankie Morales x you#Frankie Morales x reader#Frankie Morales x female reader#Kinktober#Kinktober 2022#Sintober#Sintober 2022
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RANTING ABOUT HOBIE IN UR ASKS AGAIN
omg can you imagine mornings with him though
waking up either in his arms or with him in your arms
I feel like he'd love falling asleep in your arms cuz ur so warm and he'd just like cuddle up also he'd probably be a sucker for the smell of hot chocolate or cinnamon or something sweet so if you smell like that he'll just bury his face in your neck or something and fall asleep
and in the mornings you'd probably end up on the floor cuz bro's pushed you off the bed in his sleep
his 6'3 ass needs the entire bed to be comfortable like he'll just stretch himself out like a lanky cat and take up as much space as possible
he probably doesn't use a blanket though I mean I don't see him cuddling up in a blanket he seems like the type to start off by cuddling with someone and end up completely spread out like a starfish face flat in the pillow
he moves so much in his sleep his bonnet probably falls off (idk how bonnets work so if this doesnt make sense correct me) and he'll somehow find it on the floor or under the bed cuz it just flew off with how much he was tumbling around in the night
hes also not a heavy sleeper unless you're around. usually he'll sleep fairly lightly and only for a couple hours at a time but when you're around he feels safe enough to fall into the deepest sleep you've ever seen to the point where you check his pulse a couple times to make sure hes still alive
his voice would be hella deep and he'd have those sleepy eyes
definitely the type to hold you down even if you have work or something
mf would be like "just one more minute" and he'd just fall asleep for another hour with a death grip hold on you not letting you go
you simply succumb to his grasp
I find this first part incredibly funny because I have low iron so I'm always cold. So me and Hobie are just gon be cold together 💀
We got the best heating blankets on the market tho. Probably made some of those homemade heating packs out of old socks and rice too.
He most definitely can't sit still in his sleep for nothing and I stand by that (he just like me fr 😔)
Bonnets almost never stay on unfortunately. Unless you go those good ones that have the strings that you tie around your head or at least the ones with the thick elastic that are kinda like a headband (I miss her. I lost her. I need to go buy another bonnet like that 😭)
Hobie probably has a huge bonnet with the ties or at least some satin/silk pillowcases (Hold up actually let's discuss y'all think he wraps his head in a scarf and then a bonnet, just a bonnet, or just a scarf?)
Also matching bonnets 🥰
The sleep done took him so far that you think he dead 😭
Y'all are real nice because I'd be laying there kicking him and screaming for hime to get up or wiggling around looking for my spray bottle that I hid in his bed for this situation. Like I got things to do. You can stay in bed but I ain't staying with you. 😂
(I'd give him 5 minutes but after that I gotta go)
#it's one in the morning#but what am i doing#not sleeping#🥹#anyways#hobie x reader#jay webs words#I truly would not go wake that nigga up either#if he needs to be up at a certain time that's on him and his alarm clocks#hobie brown
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Dinner
712 words | Mirai and the serpent king (sequel to Bath)
Content | Slavery, fear, nudity, implied starvation, implied future noncon, low-key dehumanization
Notes | A little thing, but I hope you enjoy it as much as Eshihir.
Taglist | @yet-another-heathen @echo-goes-aaa @whumpinator
Eshihir led the way into the bath’s antechamber, where Lisha awaited them, bowing to him. He carefully wrapped Mirai’s long golden hair in the towel she handed him before he examined what was left in the wardrobe she silently opened.
He’d have to have attire made for Mirai, of course, to properly display his assets—he could already picture a golden headband holding a looping veil of silk, perhaps turquoise or even purple, over his back to protect his hair from too much skin contact and give it a canvas to shine on—but for now, what he had handy would have to do. He didn’t want to leave him fully bare and deny himself the pleasure of unwrapping him later, and Mirai should get used to the sort of thing he was expected to be wearing.
What he took out of the wardrobe was nothing like the sort of clothing he’d seen human and occasionally elven traders wear. These items were meant to display, not conceal, and they certainly didn’t need to warm in these climes: straps of soft leather, embossed with gold, bands of silk ready to drape down over soft skin.
He knew some of the humans and elves were uncomfortable with the idea of not being able to cover themselves, which made sense to a degree, with their most private body parts as anatomically exposed as they were. It was a little unfortunate that Mirai seemed so used to being bared to his master by now it didn’t bother him, robbing him, Eshihir, of savouring that little discomfort before it vanished under his care.
The little thing held his arms out obediently as Eshihir decorated him, silk loops draping over his arms and thighs, leather bands wrapping over his shoulders, around the side of his ribcage, around his hips. It was less than ideal, Eshihir noted when he was done, but it would do for now. The collar he was wearing, too—it was simple but not outright ugly, the leather in decently good shape and the rivets holding it together free from rust.
Mirai noticed his critical look as he eyed him down, and tensed up. His anxiety was really too sweet, nothing like the other elf in his collection.
»Don’t worry, little one. We’ll get you properly outfitted soon.« He gave him a smile and took him by the hand. Mirai’s fingers were surprisingly cold despite the warm air; that might be the nerves, too.
He took him over to his private dining room. The table was already set, and Eshihir caught the grumble coming from the little one’s stomach at the scent, followed by an adorable blush as Eshihir looked down on him, grinning.
Mirai kept his eyes cast down as Eshihir maneuvered him to the table, onto the seating cushion right next to his, looping his body around it.
»Eat, Mirai. You must be hungry; I’ve been told you devoured the fruit I sent you.«
The little blush had barely had time to fade before it reappeared with force. »Thank you, Master.«
Eshihir had learned that elven digestion did not take well to meat, and had ordered what breads, fruit, cheese, and pickled vegetables the meat-heavy palace kitchens could produce to be set out for him. There was curried and sweet rice, and grilled squash and stuffed mushrooms, and salads and creamy hummus.
Mirai, after taking it all in, glimpsed up at him uncertainly, as if he couldn’t believe he was allowed to pick from such a selection. Could the little one get any cuter?
Eshihir gave him a benevolent smile. »Take anything you like. I like to spoil my prettiest things.«
He observed quietly as Mirai started with a simple piece of bread, then gradually worked up the courage to let his hunger show, munching through almost everything on offer, and barely noticed what he himself was eating, so engrossed was he in cataloguing the little acts of increasing boldness. First the dishes closest to Mirai, before he started reaching across them. First hesitation to start with something new before finishing, then curious tastes of everything. First little, polite bites, then hungry mouthfuls.
Eshihir had seen a full belly soothe nervous minds a little many times before, but it was sweet to watch.
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🇲🇲 The long cheroot that she holds is a typical attribute in studio portraits of Burmese women, whose habit of smoking large cigars was noted with some astonishment by European visitors, who also commented on their relative freedom, beauty and confidence.
The girl wears a striped silk hta-mein (wrap-around skirt) and a close-fitting jacket of fine muslin or cotton known as an ein-gyi. Her hair is adorned with a floral headband and she wears necklaces and earrings.
During the Konbaung Dynasty (1752-1885), rich jewellery, fine fabrics such as silk and garments such as her jacket were reserved for court officials and their wives by sumptuary laws.
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#Burmese#burma#myanmar#se asia#cheroot#cigar#htamein#history#Asian women#smoking#Southeast Asia#historical#vintage photography#ASEAN
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night for kira // formal for ori, please! 💕 (~agentnatesewell)
night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?
Oh, I feel like Kira either does like, a long soft cotton nightgown or something really cute and silk -- all depends on what she's feeling and her comfort level. She has a lot of sets with matching robes and headbands/hair wraps, some of which she's made herself.
Some examples!
formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?
Oh, Ori LOVES dressing up. She loves being a sexy it girl who turns every head in the party. She knows how to adhere to a dress code of course, but her favorite going-out look is for sure a short tight dress with long sleeves.
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"Why, what have you noticed?"
"You."
"Excuse me?"
"I think you're quite interesting. You're beautiful. And you look like you'd rather be anywhere else."
"It's, um, it's the dress."
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LOOK sometimes your DM lets you have a fun trial-run of your character's love interest that will show up at an undisclosed time in the future. Anyway everyone meet Halia she's almost definitely a spy and is constantly running circles around poor Mina and I love her.
ID Under the Cut!
[ID: Two young women standing behind a black and red marble banister. On the left is a tall woman with light brown skin and pink hair with a silver streak near the front. Her hair is poofy and pulled back with a headband except for a silver lock falling down in front of her face. She's wearing a white gauzy dress that wraps around her and becomes a cape in the back. She stands gripping the edge of the railing, looking down to an unknown scene below, with a concerned look on her face and also a bit of a blush. On the right is a shorter drow elf woman with dark purple skin and long silver hair pulled back into a loose braid. She's wearing a silk pink dress with a low neckline and a simple gold necklace and earrings. She leans against the banister, resting her chin in her hand, and looks fondly over at the other woman.
End ID]
#my art#my ocs#Mina#I am IMPATIENT I like to pretend to date my friends at the table#but my poor girl is NOT equipped to deal with pretty ladies flirting with her#so she's going to need a LOT of character work to get to that point#shout out to DMs who let you make your own love interests though it's very fun and I highly recommend it#Cthulhu crimes
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Three Crowns
Azir wears three crowns during his second life.
One is his imperial crown, the one that symbolizes a power that wasn’t earned and that he squandered once already. It’s gold and thick and heavy, ostentatious to a fault.
One is the crown of nettles Xerath imposes upon him. It’s a source of torment and a mockery of his old self.
The third is Taliyah’s coronet.
She weaves him as a surprise, based upon his own tastes. It’s fine, artisanal; but not royalty. Yet it fits him and it’s lightweight. Each gem represents one of his friends or lost family, their supports look like small sun discs and it shimmers in the light.
It’s perfect.
Azir has other garments he puts on his head – two main ones for each phase to be exact.
In the imperial phase there was his golden helm, the one in the shape of a falcon head, and the bejeweled headband he had when he came back to life. All symbols of status and royalty – only the latter being authentic to Azir’s true self. Hence him wearing it in his first act of kindness.
The humiliation phase has the cowl of his tunic and the leather falconry hood. All garments that dehumanize him and exist to reduce his power. He didn’t choose any of them and only appreciates when they him avoid heatstroke or feel safe and alone.
The atonement phase has his half-helm, mostly used for battle, and a white silk shawl lined with pearls. It’s delicate and fine, but practical as well. Expensive, but not imperial. Sometimes used as an ornament to embellish his look, sometimes as a veil to conceal himself, since it’s mostly sheer, as the trauma never truly left.
And crucially used to wrap and shield others too.
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I’m hearing you out, let Ingo wear the bunny costume
“Th-this is embarrassing!” Ingo called out with a crimson face. This outfit was completely out of line! The lingerie attempted to bring on his curves with its nice ebony sheen, made of a silk of sorts, which left him wanting to scream. A headband with black bunny eyes laid on hid head, while a white puffy tail was right about his behind. Thankfully, he was not in any way erect, or else he would likely have an awkward bulge at the crotch. Black fishnets hugged his legs, while matching heels gave him a slight height growth.
The collar, tie, and cuffs almost felt mocking of his normal work attire. You cooed at Ingo despite this, “Don't you look adorable! Honey, I love it!” He froze. You… liked it? You thought he was cute? “I-is that so?” He stutters as you wrap your arms around him, feeling at the fabric. Ingo nearly jumps when your hands grope at his ass. “Ingooooo… can we fuck while you wear this?” You ask with a slight whine. It flusters him more.
“I suppose so…” he agrees, “At least let me take these shoes off, my feet are dying.”
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