You Can Call Me Daddy |A Teamiplier Smut Story| W.I.P |

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C A S S I E
Thursday, June 29th, 2017

"Everything understandable? Any questions?" Mark asked, I glanced over the sheet once more,
"Yeah one actually,"
"Shoot,"
"About the no other relationships and Sunday's are my own time, do I get to leave the house?" I asked. Mark made a weird face, his eyebrows furrowing for a moment.
"Yeah of course ya do, you're not under house arrest." He laughed.
"Y-Yeah, okay...huh," I shrugged and placed the paper on my vanity. "Also I could just...Take my clothes off I wanted to?"
"It's ideal even," He grinned.
"Hell yeah," I tugged off my shirt and hung it back up in the closet. I was wearing a black slightly see-through bralette that I had recently bought for stage costumes.
"Damn okay, I didn't actually think you would, that was added more as a joke." Mark chuckled while looking me up and down. He walked over to me and brushed his hand along my side,
"You have an amazing body, you know that?" Mark ran his tongue over his lower lip, I blushed,
"Thank you, d-daddy," I stumbled, not used to the word.
He ran his fingers over my scar on my shoulder,
"Woah is this a burn scar?" Mark questioned with sincerity.
"Oh, uh yeah," I pushed his hand off and covered it with my own.
"Hey, you don't need to be insecure about it, I promise, you're gorgeous," Mark interlocked his fingers with mine and pulled my hand down to our side. He placed a soft kiss on my lips, his other hand pulling me close. My body relaxed in his touch, but he pulled away,
"As much as I'd like continue here, I have lunch planned and you're probably starving," Mark frowned and headed towards the door.
"A bit yeah," I replied and followed him out.
"Just hang on the couch while I cook," Mark told me as we entered the living room. Amy looked over as she noticed us come downstairs.
"Damn girl!" She whistled causing Ethan to turn around and Tyler to look up from his laptop. Ethans eye widened and instantly blushed as he looked away, Tyler only smirked and continued what he was doing. Sean popped out from the hallway beside the stairs and gave me a once over,
"Oooh hell yeah," He smacked my ass as he walked into the kitchen. I let out a gasp,
"Well okay!" I giggled and sat down beside Ethan on the couch,
"Hey,"
"Hi," Ethan greeted without looking at me. I giggled,
"You can look, y'know,"
"I know, I just..." Ethan hesitated, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. I placed my hand over his,
"It's literally what I'm here for,"
Ethan looked at me, only sending quick glances at my chest, trying to maintain eye contact. I could see the others staring at my scar, but they didn't bother asking questions which I'm grateful for.

An abrupt crash came from the kitchen,
"Sean what the fuck did you do?!" Mark yelled.
"You left the damn drawer open, I bumped into it!" Sean retorted. I couldn't see what they were yelling at but from the noise of the crash, it sounded like a thousand utensils clattering to the floor.
"What happened?" Tyler asked from his seat on the couch, not bothering to look up from his computer.
"Sean broke the cutlery drawer and now all our fucking cutlery is on the floor," Mark exclaimed.
"Maybe you should close your god damn drawers then!" Sean fired back.
"Ok stop shouting like children and clean it up. It's simple." Tyler told them with the sterness of a father. Mark mimicked his voice and let out a loud audible groan, "We have to wash all of those now, god damn it." 

"Hey Cassie, I have a joke for you," Amy spoke from the other couch, ignoring the drama in the kitchen,
"Okay,"
"What do you call a lesbian dinosaur?" She grinned,
"I dunno, what,"
"A lick-a-lot-o-puss," She giggled and stuck her tongue out between her fingers as Ethan and I chuckled, Tyler rolling his eyes.
"Oh! I got one, why is Santa's sack so big?" Ethan perked up excitedly.
"Why?" Amy replied hastily with excitement,
"Because he only comes once a year," Ethan sat with a shit eating grin as Amy and I laughed. Tyler once again sighed, but I could see a hint of amusement in his smile.

"Okay okay, my turn, a joke from work back at home, what does the closed strip club sign say?" I asked, Ethan and Amy waiting expectantly,
"Beat it. We are closed," I cackled at my own joke, Amy replying with a quiet "hell yeah."
"Tyler, do you got a joke?" I questioned, Tyler looked up at me and paused,
"It's a dark one, you sure?" He raised his eyebrows,
"Fuck yeah, let's hear it," Amy blurted before I could reply.
"Okay. How do you get a nun pregnant?"
"Oh god, how," Amy winced,
"Dress her up like an alter boy,"
"Tyler! Oh my god," I squealed, Amy and Ethan both grimacing while trying not to laugh, I in the other hand was wheezing.