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THE BEST ONE YET

The humiliation, the video AUGH ITS SO HOT😩

you unlocked things within me fr🛵

film. — MICHAEL BERZATTO

⚠︎ — 18+. fem!reader. bunny!reader. fauxcest. piv. daddy kink. age play. size kink. drool. finger sucking. mikey films them. dead dove do not eat. ✎𓂃 — follow up to this, but it can be read as a standalone.

“Sh, sh, sh. I know, baby, I know,” Michael soothes you, brushing your hair out of your eyes as you get used to his size penetrating you. After putting you on a sex ban for poor behavior, a few weeks had passed since the last time he was inside you. Whenever there was a lapse in sex, you always had to readjust to the size of him the next time it happened. He might never say it out loud, but the both of you know that is part of the consequence of a ban. Not only are you sexually frustrated, but then you have to get used to the adjustment period. Lying beneath him, your legs pinned to your chest while in missionary, Mikey coos at your pitiful whines. “You doin’ okay?”

“Mmm,” you nod in response, unable to form a coherent word as you focus on the feeling of his shaft spreading you open. It feels good and familiar, but there’s so much pressure in your pelvic area as he slowly moves himself in and out of your wet core. Despite the adjustment, it doesn’t take long to warm up to Mikey’s length. Your warm, wet walls welcome him home with a squelch as he picks up his rhythm, finding your g-spot with the tip.

Eyes rolled back, lips parted, a bit of drool seeping from the corner of your mouth, you look like you’re coming undone beneath him. He’ll never get used to the sight of you like this, begging and whining, mumbling nonsense as he works you over. “Dadadada,” you begin to mutter, trying to tell him how good it feels. How much you missed this.

“Oh, baby…” Michael smiles down at you, pausing his movements while he listens to you murmur ‘dada’ over and over again. “Yeah, honey, that’s me. I’m your dada. Just hold on a second.”

Mikey reaches for his phone on the bedside table, flicking it open to the camera app where he hits ‘record.’ Angling the camera over your blissed out expression, he clears his throat before speaking, “My girl’s learning how to say ‘dada.’ So precious… Ope, sweetheart, let me wipe that drool.” He clicks the video off, discarding his phone to the side once he’s got enough footage of you muttering for him on repeat while he burrows himself in and out of you. With his length still tucked inside of you, he uses his thumb to wipe the outer corner of your lips before popping his thumb against your tongue in an effort to shush you. You always love sucking on dad’s thumb. “M’gonna show that video to Richie. He’s gonna be so proud of his niece learning how to say ‘dada.’”

i’ve also been thinking about abbot recently.

he makes you go potty every two hours. takes you to see a movie at the mall, all your shopping bags under your seat, n as soon as you’re out of the movie, he’s guiding you to the restroom.

“dad, can you come in with me?” your expression is riddled with embarrassment, the possibility of other people hearing you ask dad to come makes your cheeks hot.

“yeah,” he nods, gripping the back of your neck with his large hand. you can feel the coolness of his metal wedding ring from his late wife on your skin as he pulls you into his chest to whisper in your ear. “did you have an accident?”

it’s rare for you to ask him to take you potty. you always get so shy when he sets you on the toilet, and most of the time you’ve requested he goes to the bathroom with you, it’s because your undies are already soaked with piss and you’re too shy to tell him so publicly.

“no! of course not!” your voices raised as you both enter the single bathroom. jack raises one brow, confusion clouding his eyes as you adamantly protest his question. “the movie just.. it scared me a little.”

only with some more lap bouncies, back pats, and kisses, she calms down into little sniffles. she's holding dad tight enough to bruise but she doesn't want to let go of him ever again. and he's just laughing gently in her ear and being like "just a joke, sweet girl. not gonna leave you, yeah? don't worry that pretty head."

he means it the way he fucks her slow and deep with so much eye contact while wiping away her tears and cooing praises into her ears about how well she takes dad <3

(had to turn it nsfw, sorry i love daddaughter😝)

DADDAUGHTER !

i’ve been thinking about how guilty frank feels about missing out on so much of the time they could have spent together. obviously, he didn’t know about her so it’s not his fault, but there’s still an ache in his chest over it. especially considering how jaded you are, just like him. just like your dad. he didn’t want that for you.

he starts incorporating things he would have done with you if he knew about you. taking you to the beach and flying kites, rocking you in his lap before sleep, and you’re usually so avoidant of these types of activities because you never had this kind of love and care, but frank can break you just by saying, “please, baby? i didn’t get to do this for you when you were younger. i know you’re a big girl now, but… let dad take care of you.”

he can’t blame you for not understanding the difference between fatherly love and romantic love, and when you latch onto him in both ways, he just accepts it because that’s what you need. after all, father’s are supposed to provide, right? it doesn’t make sense but it’s how he justifies it. he can’t lose you and you can’t lose him. you two need each other.

she just loves playtime with dad. he’s tired from the mission, eyes slightly droopy because he needs some sleep, but you’re so much younger than him that you don’t require a recharge in the same way he does sometimes.

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