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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! (𝒜𝐿𝐻𝒜𝐼𝒯𝐻𝒜𝑀)
al haitham x f!reader . 18+ content. ⟆ nsfw + unprotected sex/raw sex. praise kink. pussy slapping/pussy spanking (?) . creampie. clit rubbing + pinching. ⟆ mdom + fsub ⟆ not proofread ! (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)
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The slap resounded through the room, the sting of his palm against your aching cunt leaving you breathless. A moan escaped you, your head thrown back, hips canting down towards him, seeking more of the sweet, delicious friction that accompanied the sharp sting. The heat that settled between your thighs was nearly unbearable, your entire body alight with pleasure as he thrust into you, each snap of his hips sending you hurtling closer and closer to the precipice of your own pleasure. Your cunt throbbed, your belly tightening with the promise of release, the tell-tale signs that your climax was approaching. You could hardly contain the gasps and whimpers that fell from your lips, a steady stream of sounds and noises, a lewd cacophony of the sweet, delicious pleasure the man above you was providing you with.
He grunted, his brows furrowing with the effort of fucking into you, his hands gripping your hips as he guided your pussy down his cock, the way you fluttered around him so, so sinfully good. The slap of skin meeting skin rang out through the room, the sounds of your slick squelching with the force of his thrusts and the lewd noises of him fucking into you a melody to his ears. You were absolutely drenched, your arousal coating his cock and pelvis, the evidence of just how much you loved him dripping onto the sheets below you. He groaned, the sound deep and throaty, his head tilting forward to watch the way you took his cock, how your cunt swallowed him up.
His palm met the wet heat of your pussy once more, and the shock that rippled through you had you crying out, a moan tumbling from your lips. You jolted with every strike to your clit, your cunt clenching around him and only serving to spur him on. Your eyes fluttered shut, and he clicked his tongue, displeased by your disobedience.
"Look at me." He commanded, and the sheer force of his voice had your eyes snapping open, your gaze meeting his. He smirked, the look in his eyes positively sinful, his fingers coming to pinch your clit as he continued to drive into you. The pressure that had been steadily building inside you began to crest, the promise of an orgasm looming just out of reach. Your eyes were locked on his, the look of pure, unadulterated bliss written on your features driving him absolutely wild. He leaned forward, his nose brushing against yours as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss.
"Cum for me, sweet girl. Be a good girl and cum all over my cock. I want to feel you fall apart." He whispered against your lips, the sensual cadence of his words sending you spiraling. His pace picked up, his hand working furiously at your clit, his fingers pressing against the sensitive nub just the way he knew you liked it. The way he spoke to you, the low, gravelly quality of his voice as he encouraged you, had your body trembling. You were so close, the tight coil of pleasure in your stomach winding ever tighter, and you chased after your high, desperate for the mind-numbing bliss he was so readily giving you.
Your hips bucked desperately, your body trembling with the force of your oncoming orgasm. Your walls fluttered around him, your body tightening, and his mouth descended upon yours again, swallowing up your moans as you came. You cried out, the intensity of the pleasure too much for you, your cunt convulsing and your back arching. You came with a sob, your climax washing over you, the feeling unlike anything else. Alhaitham's movements grew erratic, his thrusts stuttering as he followed you into oblivion, a low groan spilling from his lips as his release crashed over him. His seed spurted inside you, hot and thick, his hips stilling as he filled you up. You sighed, your body slumping, the pleasure making you feel boneless, sated, and absolutely blissful.
"Such a good girl for me." He cooed, his lips pressing a kiss to your forehead. He pulled out of you, the drag of his cock along your sensitive walls causing you to whimper. You winced as he pulled out, your cunt aching, the sensitivity too much. He chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.
"Oh? Painful already?"
You flushed, unable to form a response. His hand caressed the wet folds of your pussy, and he chuckled at the way you flinched.
"Poor thing," He said, the smirk on his lips betraying his true intentions. "Perhaps you shouldn't have been such a naughty girl then, hm?"
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Unwavering Presence Chapter 3
Cassian X Archeron Sister (Reader)
Summary: Y/N looks forward to the next time her and Feyre go to the Night Court. Choosing to stay out of the way in the Spring she is visited by the High Lord and threats are made. Few months of learning how to read and Feyre finally warming up to the Night Court, the next time they return to the Spring Y/N is caught of guard and chaos ensues.
Content Warning: 18+ brief depictions of abuse, Tamlin being a dick, Ianthe appearance, unwanted groping (Not from any of our beloved night court folks or Spring court), blood, separation.
Word Count: 5.6k
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A/N: I'm sorry if it seems to be a bit sped up but I simply could not bring myself to write more filler chapters! I hope you enjoy!
After my argument with Feyre, I locked myself in my room for the three weeks. Feyre had tried to come apologize and she tried to come in, but I had made sure my door was locked. I didn’t really move from my chair other than to change and sneaking into the kitchen late at night to eat. To avoid running the High Lord, Lucien or my sister.
There had been a continuous warmth on my tattooed wrist, Rhys’ reminder that I wasn’t alone. On the bad days where sleep evaded me, I tried to send back a wave of appreciation, unsure if he could feel it. Chances were he we were sleeping when I sent so he probably didn’t even know, but I did appreciate him.
Feyre and I have never had many fights and it was even rarer that the fight had resulted in us not talking and working it out. The last time was right before Tamlin took us away.
Feyre slammed her bow on the table. “You should have been here. What were you thinking going out there?” I scoffed as I dropped the wolf carcass on the table, facing my twin whose eyes flared with anger and a hint of fear. “You could have died!”
The door creaked open, and I glanced to see Nesta and Elain emerge from the bedroom. Their eyes went wide taking a look at the beast on the table. Our dad remained near the fireplace not acknowledging that Feyre and I had returned. Not like he noticed when we left. “Feyre, you could have died to. I have just as much skill at hunting like you, we work better together, and it worked out look at what we caught.” I held out my arm to show the wolf. “I love you, and I didn’t want you going out alone tonight. I’m glad I was there to help you take this beast down.”
Feyre blew up, “I could have killed you! I didn’t know you were there!”
I gave her a doubtful look and cross my arms, “I have been able to sense your presence since we have been children, you definitely knew I was there.”
Feyre ran her fingers through her brown hair not caring if she got blood in it. “Maybe I wanted to be alone, figured Nesta would give you some good quality time. At least she doesn’t despise your presence.”
My mouth dropped and quickly recovered, “Are you fucking serious, Fey? What the fuck does that mean?”
“Girls,” Our father croaked from his spot in the fireplace, only then that I noticed he was carving something in his hands. “That’s quite enough. Y/N your mother and I have taught you better than to use that type of language.”
I rolled my eyes, “Whatever you say.” I grit out and was about to push past my sisters when the door flung off its hinges and a beast with emerald eyes locked his gaze with mine.
A knock caused me to jolt from my seat and the book I was attempting to read on the table next to the chair, “Go away,” I yelled trying to conceal the fact the knock on the door frightened me.
The sound of the lock turning, and the door opens causing me to jump out of my chair, to see Tamlin strolling in. He shut the door and made a spectacle of locking the door. His eyes met mine and his eyes held nothing but cold and controlled anger. “Long time no see, Y/N.” He drawled and I tried not to shiver as fear locked up my joints. He slowly approaches me with his hands clasped behind his back, “You’re breaking Feyre’s heart you know. Locking yourself in here.” The sun from the window hit him and in any other situation I would have found his beauty mesmerizing, but his beauty looked sinister.
I crossed my arms and Tamlin takes notice of my tattoo decorating my skin before its tucked away. Feigning indifference, tucking the fear deep down and lifting my chin. “What do you want, Tamlin?” Shifting my weight back and forth.
Tamlin closed the distance, and I took a step back, “You’re coming down and having dinner with us tonight.”
I rolled my eyes, and I could hear the growl in his chest, “No thanks, as you can see, I’m quite busy here.”
Tamlin bared his teeth, “That wasn’t a request,” he took another step toward me.
“I don’t care,” I muttered and made the error of trying to step around him and in a flash, he gripped me and pinned me against the wall his muscled his hand moved from my arm and moved to my hip his free hand clamping down over my mouth. His gaze turned feral and crazed, letting his anger unleash and I could only produce a whimper through his hand.
He brought his face closer to mine and I could see the pure ire in his eyes. “Listen to me carefully. You are going to clean up, put on a pretty dress, come downstairs and apologize to Feyre for causing her stress and pain. Then you are going to eat in silence you will be seen and not heard.” I tried to yank my head, but he has my face in an iron grip, and he gripped my hip in bruising force keeping me pinned to the wall, “Like the good little human girl you are.” He released my face.
I quickly spat in his face, “Fuck-“he clamped his hand back over my mouth and I lashed against him.
Tamlin tsked, “No, no, the only thing I wanted to hear from you at all is ‘Yes Tamlin.’ And an apology to my soon to be wife.” He gripped my hip so tightly I gasped, and a tear slipped down my cheek. Tamlin kissed it away, the gesture going against his words. He met my eyes again his grin anything but comforting, “Blink if you understand, Y/N,” my name almost a snarl against his lips. I slowly blink and more tears fall. He lowers his face to kiss my forehead and I thrash my hands trying to push him away, but I couldn’t move him. He pulled away and released my body giving my cheek a not so tender pat, “Good Girl. Now go clean up there will be a dress on your bed,” he turned and made his way to the exit.
I wrapped my arms around myself, and I noticed Tamlin paused, “Oh and Y/N,” He turned his hand still on the handle, “Make no mistake if you don’t come down, I will drag you to the dining hall and tie you to the chair. Feyre’s happiness is important to me I will do anything to keep a smile on her face.” With that he left, and I let the emotions of the interaction fully take over and slide down the wall and bury my face in my knees to stifle the uncontrollable sobs. I barely notice how warm and tingling my tattoo is through the tears.
Cassian’s POV
I sat in the lounge of the townhouse with Rhys, there was a throbbing in my chest that caused discomfort. I rubbed my chest, but the pain wouldn’t subside, it felt like my heart was aching. I creased my eyebrows sadness consumed me and I rubbed that spot tighter as I closed my eyes.
“Cass, you alright?” Rhys’ voice pulled me from the wave of emotion overtaking me.
“I just have this weird feeling; my chest feels tight.”
Rhys gave me his full attention, his glass of whiskey forgotten. “Do you need me to get Madja?”
I shook my head, “No, just feels like something is wrong.” Another wave overwhelmed me, I closed my eyes, and I took a deep breath to neutralize myself. When I opened my eyes, my brother had a painful expression on his face. He was gripping his glass tightly his knuckles were white. “What is it?” I asked.
Rhy formed his lips into a tight line, and he clenched his hands into a fist, “Something is wrong over there,” he gritted through his teeth as he rubbed his left arm, causing me straightened I didn’t need him to fill me in. “She is sending utter turmoil down the bond.”
I grimace, “What kind of male torments their partner like that. To cause that much dread.”
Rhys shook his head, his eyes meeting mine the stars winking out, “It’s not Feyre, Cass.” My grip on my own glass tightened, “It’s Y/N’s.” Rhys stood and downed the rest of his drink.
Rhys began to walk out, and I called out, “Where are you going?”
“It’s the beginning of the new month, brother.” Rhys turned and winked at me, and darkness consumed him as he winnowed out of town house.
Reader’s POV
After a bath and getting the tears to finally stop I walked into the bedroom, taking a look at my hip fortunately there was no bruising from Tamlin’s grip. A lilac dress was laid out for me. The gossamer fabric chaffed my skin. The skirts were heavy against my hips, the spot where Tamlin squeezed still tender, I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths and my wrist tingled. I looked down and grazed my tattoo calm washing over me, “Thanks Rhys.” I whispered.
I walked over to the door and opened it to find Feyre on the other side biting her nail, a nervous habit she started when we were kids. Her eyes widened as she saw what I assumed is my puffy eyes from crying, and in turn I saw how her eyes looked bruised and I know she has still not been sleeping, “Hi.” She whispered.
I drifted my gaze to my feet, “Hi.” I looked back at her and look at her thin frame and her sunken cheeks and Tamlin’s words flooded my brain.
You’re breaking Feyre’s heart.
Guilt racks through me as I lightly pull her hand from her mouth, “Feyre, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lash out at you.”
Feyre squeezed my hand, “No, I am sorry. I know that this transition has been hard on you. I should have been more considerate to your feelings.”
I gave her a small smile tears pooling in my eyes again, “Let’s just put it behind us,” I patted her hand with my trembling one.
If you don’t come down, I will drag you to the dining hall and tie you to the chair.
“Y/N, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, and you’re trembling like a leaf. Do you want to lie down I can tell Tamlin you’re not-“
“No!” I blurted, causing Feyre to step back stunned. I composed myself, smoothing my skirts willing my hands to stop shaking, “Let’s just go have dinner with our…friends.” Feyre beamed at me referring to Tamlin and Lucien as friends as I tried to keep the bile from creeping up. We made our way to the dining hall. The closer we got the more nervous I became even the comfort of the tattoo felt vacant. I was trying to keep my hands from shaking by keeping them clasped.
The doors opened as we approached and Lucien and Tamlin were standing in their seats, snarling at something and as we got deeper into the dining hall to find Rhysand his hand tucked into his pockets. Feyre stilled and I fought every instinct to run and hug him. “Fuck you, Rhysand, we are to have a nice dinner. You can’t just take them.”
“Per our agreement it doesn’t matter when I come pick them up in the month.” Rhys spoke with cool indifference. “But I am a reasonable male,” He turned to us, “Ladies, I’ll give you the choice you can enjoy the meal with the High Lord and his loyal pet,” Lucien scowled, “Or we can go right now.”
Feyre moved to her seat by Tamlin Rhys tracking her entire movement, “I would like to have a meal before being whisked away.”
Rhys pulled his gaze away from Feyre and met mine. For a moment, I looked at Tamlin and could see his lips move the message clear Sit down. I met his gaze to his and hoped he understood what I was trying to convey with my eyes as I began to move to the seat next to my sister.
Don’t leave, please don’t leave. Don’t go.
Rhysand meandered to a seat on the opposite end of the table as Tamlin growled the claws peeking from his knuckles, “They want to have dinner, you can come back when their done.”
Rhys pulled the chair and plopped in it kicking his feet up as if he owned the place. “Where’s your hospitality, High Lord? I think it’s best I stay and join you. I’m sure Feyre and Y/N wouldn’t mind.”
Feyre scowled and I just lowered my gaze, finding the skirts of my dress very interesting as I took a seat. “Fine.” Tamlin grumbled and food appeared on each plate filled with lavish meats and cheeses.
I looked at the table and Tamlin’s fierce gaze met mine, “Y/N, so wonderful for you to finally join us tonight, care to say anything to Feyre.”
“Tamlin, leave her be she already apologized to me.” Feyre scolded her hand gripping my thigh with a gentle squeeze.
Tamlin bristled and I shifted in my seat under his scrutinizing gaze, “Well I’m glad she apologized. Let’s try to have a meal together with everyone present moving forward.” I looked to Lucien who avoided eye contact with me...Coward.
Feyre gave a small smile, “Sounds great.”
I moved my food around with my fork, not having an appetite. I felt a prickle in the back of my mind. You need to eat. I tried to reign in the shock of Rhys’ voice in my head. You BOTH do.
I looked at him, to see he was eating the food, but his eyes were locked on me and Feyre, I looked to my sister, and noticed she was doing the same thing. Looking at the High Lord of the Spring and his emissary, the two were engaged in their own conversation eating paying us no mind. I took a few bites of my food and out of the corner of my eye I saw Feyre following suit.
One the meal was finished Rhys stood and Feyre rising from hers, Tamlin reached to grab her hand and she casually moved her hand. I made a note to ask her about it when we’re alone. Feyre gave him a small weak smile, “We’ll see you in a week.”
A hand lightly gripped my shoulder, I looked up and met Rhys’ gaze, “Ready to go?” I nodded and rose from my seat. His hand slid down my arm and gripped my hand. “Feyre Darling,” Her gaze met his as he held out hiss free hand for her to take. She approached him with less fury than the first time we went to the Night Court. When she places her hand in his we are consumed by the darkness, and we are back in Rhys’ home. Feyre looked at me, “I’m going to go to bed. You are coming?”
Rhys gave Feyre a comforting grin, “She will be there in a moment. I need to talk to her real quick.” Feyre to my surprise give him a silent nod and her lips curve slightly upward and I swore that Rhys stopped breathing for a moment. “Good night, High Lord.” She said and turned and headed back to our shared room.
Rhys turned to me, and I averted my gaze to my hands that were interlaced. “Y/N, look at me,” I refused and kept my gaze on my hands, look at me, please his voice echoed in your mind. I sighed and met his gaze, “What happened? I felt an unnerving turmoil earlier today through,” he grabbed my arm with the tattoo. “It was like you were screaming down the bond.”
I slipped my arm from his grasp, and he let me, “I don’t want to talk about it.” I murmured wrapping my arms around myself, “I doubt you would believe me anyway.”
Rhys scowled, “You don’t have to tell me what happened. You don’t have to talk to me. But don’t ever say that I wouldn’t believe you. The pain I felt today was real your pain was real.” Rhys’ face softened, “Just don’t bury this down and forget about it, it will eat you alive, okay?”
I gave him a nod and he turned to leave probably to head to his own room, “He pinned me against a wall,” I blurted, and it caused him to still, he turned, and I could feel the tears building up as I placed my trembling fingers over my mouth, “He clamped my mouth so tight I thought he would break my jaw and he gripped my hip to keep me pinned to the wall.” I sobbed and Rhys in three strides made his way back and without saying anything else wrapped me in his arms and I let the sobs take over and buried my face in his shirt. A comforting hand placed on back of my head and he rubs my back in almost a brotherly way. “I tried to push him away and I couldn’t,” whether he could understand the words and tears just wouldn’t stop. “He told me I needed to remain silent except to apologize to Feyre for locking myself in my room. He said that he going to tie me to a chair and force me there.”
Rhys arms were the only thing keeping me upright, “It’s okay.” He whispered pressed his cheek atop of my head, as my sobs racked out of my body. “What can I do? Tell me what I can do to help you.”
There was a calm emotion that slowed down my sobs slowed, I take a deep breath, “Can you help me not feel as weak and powerless as I felt today? I never want to feel that way again.”
“Yes, you will never have to feel that way again.” He pushed away and looked at me, wiping tears from my cheeks. “I can train you.” I nodded in agreement as exhaustion began to take over my body. “It’s been a long day,” I gave him another nod, “Want to go to your room?” He gripped one of my hands, “I can take you there.”
I shook my head and his brows furrowed, “Can I go to the library?” He smiled and gave the top of my hand he held a kiss.
“Of course, you can, let me take you.” I gave him a small smile and sniffled as he led me to the library. The small journey was quiet, but the door opened, and the books came into view. “Tomorrow, we can start your reading lessons I’m hoping your sister will want to partake as well.” I turned to him, and he held hope in his eyes that Feyre would be willing. “We can start training whenever you want, Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner.”
He released my hand and began to walk away. I grabbed his hand again and he looked back at me, “I don’t know what I can say. What I can do to repay for your kindness.” And I wrapped my arms around his neck, “Thank you, Rhysand.”
He returned the embrace, “You don’t need to thank me.” He pulled away and cupped my cheek, “Have a good night, Y/N.” He places a chaste kiss to my forehead and heads deeper into the hall. I walked into the library and the fireplace lit and I welcomed the warmth as I sat on the large chair. Sinking into the cushion I laid my head back and in the comfort of the library my eyes shut, and sleep overtook me.
Cassian’s POV
She looked beautiful and peaceful on the library chair fast asleep. Rhys had casually let me know she would be there and before I went to bed after a long day in Windhaven, I stopped by to see if she might have needed anything and found her sound asleep. Rhys didn’t tell me what happened in Tamlin’s court, but he had mentioned that she was interested in training. The red around her nose and the smell of dried tears told me she had been crying and my mind only went to the worst-case scenario of what happened.
Leaning off the door I tucked my wings to not have them drag across the floor I approached, Y/N’s sleeping form, the way her neck was angled she would wake up in immense pain. I lightly scooped her in my arms trying my best not to wake her, she only stirred to move her head and leaned it against my chest and the sweet smell of Jasmine and lilacs flooded my nose. She smelled as beautiful as she was. I walked over to the couch that was placed right in between two bookshelves against the wall and lay her down making sure her head pressed against the pillow. The house placed a blanket in my arms and in no hesitation, I placed the blanket on her. She snuggled against the softness of the blanket and let out a content sigh.
I smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “Sleep well, Sweetheart.” And with that I left the library and went to my room.
Reader’s POV
The next morning, I woke up and found myself on the couch in the library, and there was a blanket over me. I remember falling asleep on the chair, but don’t remember moving. The scent of leather and Sandalwood lingered in the room and was a comforting embrace. Feyre opened the door her eyes frantic, “There you are! I was so worried!” She donned a peach dress that fitted her figure with sheer sleeves that had rhinestones on it. Her hair was pinned back to the side, and she looked beautiful even though the dress looked like it was wearing her.
I stretched and smiled at her, “Sorry, Fey, I fell asleep in here. I like it in here.” I sat up and put the blanket to the side, “I’m hungry.”
Feyre nodded, “Well go change and we will go get breakfast.” I nodded and went to the bedroom to change into a purple top with sheer puffy sleeves that showed a little more cleavage with matching pants and put my hair in a simple braid and made my way to breakfast.
At breakfast Rhys broke the news to my sister that we would be learning to read, write and shield against Daemati fae, which he explained to me is how he was able to speak to me in my mind. That went as well as I anticipated but with some coercing, she joined me in the office to get our first lesson. “I don’t understand why you care about our education.” Feyre grumbled.
“Oh, are you saying having this ability wouldn’t have been useful under the mountain?” I stilled at his question and Feyre went pale and silent. “We don’t know what the future holds, its in my best interest to have you two, well versed and ready for anything.”
He explained to us how to put up mental shields that we worked on, and we spent an hour writing the ridiculous phrases that made Feyre roll her eyes and mutter, “Insufferable,” causing me to chuckle. After an hour of Rhys scolding us for keeping our shields up and checking our work, he released us for the day. Feyre and I went back to the room and fell into a comfortable silence and that evening I went back to the library and grabbed a book to practice my reading.
The rest of the week was spent that way shielding, reading and writing and towards the end, Feyre was eating more and smiling more to Rhysand which I swore the High Lord soaked in her smiles like sun rays. When we returned to the Spring Court, we both spent some time together reading and despite my utter disgust I would join for meals to appease Tamlin and keep his temper at bay.
Months went by and fell into the same rhythm. Rhys threw in a few fighting lessons, but we started with balance and stretching. He said he would only show me the basics but when his General came home that I would start training with him for more intricate training. I wanted to ask Rhys what Cassian’s role was in his court or just even to learn more about him, but I refrained, I didn’t want to pry, and he never wanted to divulge in the members of his court.
I could tell after Rhysand dropped us off that both Feyre and I were feeling better and stronger as Feyre was begging Tamlin to go out and hunt and help the people in town and met with stonewall refusal. So, she would dive into reading with me, but her face was fuller, and light shone back into her eyes, the color in her hair was vibrant again. Turns out that verbal sparring with Rhys was doing something for her.
Dinner that night after Tamlin told Feyre he didn’t want her hunting, Tamlin was utterly sweet, to her and to me. I welcomed the change even if Ianthe had graced us with her presence and her saccharine grin making my skin crawl. It felt as though things were finally falling into place. I drank the wine that Ianthe had poured for me and when I went to my room, sleep overpowered me and I moved to my bed my head landing on the pillow as I slipped into unconsciousness not even realizing that I had left my door wide open.
I awoke with a start as the warm breeze caressed my bare skin, I sat upright my surroundings spinning but trees surrounded me, I was in the forest. Someone had put a sheer nightgown on me my hands were bound behind my back and female laughter caused my blood to chill. I turned my head to find Ianthe there. “Ianthe, help me please.”
She approached me and gone was any warmth in her features and cold viper took her place as she crouched to meet my eyes, “I’m under Tamlin’s orders. To take you far away from the manor”
I gritted my teeth, “Bullshit, he wouldn’t hurt my sister that way!” I sent panic down the bond in hopes that Rhys would be able to answer my call.
Ianthe stroked a finger down my cheeks moving to my neck and down to my clavicle, “Unless we tell her you ran away.”
Fear ran down my spine I masked it with indifference, “You think she would believe that I would abandon her like that.”
Ianthe traced her finger right above the swell of my breast and I jerked away from her, “Well we could also say that you were influenced by the Naga lured out by a lesser fae and with your fragile human body you couldn’t resist.” I bit my lip, and she smirked knowing she would believe that as she held a dagger and sliced quickly above my clavicle, and I hissed, refusing to scream. Though she sliced off one of the straps to my night gown. She placed a kiss to my cheek before she murmured, “I’d run if I were you. Won’t be long before the monsters that live in these woods smell your blood and come looking for you.” And with that she vanished.
I gritted through my teeth as I rose to my knees, ignoring the pain of twigs and rocks pressing into my knees as I rose to my bare feet and began to run. I wasn’t sure which way I was running and there was minimal moon light to help but I just kept running and sending my fear down the bond. Even opening my mind:
Rhys, help. Please help me!
There was no response, but I kept pushing, kept sending waves of fear down our tattoo and shouting my thoughts in hopes he would hear. It felt like hours I was in there before I tripped over a stump I didn’t see and fell hard on my back. My vision blurred as my head collided with something hard, but the silence was palpable in the forest. My breathing was labored, and I could feel the warmth trickle of blood running down my face. I knew my feet were cut up, but I still rose to my knees and willed myself to try and stand. Dizziness dropped me back to my knees and a sob raked out of me. “Rhysand, please.” I whispered.
A low chuckle echoed behind me, and I began to tremble. “What a delicious treat we have brother, a human girl” The sound of slithering made me want to vomit but I forced the bile down and kept my head down. The slithering halted and the images of the Naga Feyre had painted flooded my memory the serpent-like creatures with talons and vile creatures.
Another low sinister voice followed, “What a pretty little thing and tied up just like a present.” A sharp finger moved my hair away to look at my bleeding wound. I looked up and met yellow eyes and a pink serpent tongue sticking out. The hand that moved my hair gripped the back of my neck and I whimpered as the Naga licked the trail of blood from my forehead. The free hand groping my exposed breast, the beast hummed in approval, “She is delicious.” The Naga gripped my hair and I yelped in pain as he approached, bringing his mouth closer to mine but keeping my head in place so I couldn’t move.
Rhys, I think I’m going to die. If I do, it was an honor being your friend.
I could have sobbed when Rhys’ voice came into my head.
No one will be dying tonight.
There was a slash of metal and the howl of the Naga who was gripping me as he was yanked away a flash of blue propelling it back. The sound of wings booming above and a thud on the ground. I couldn’t see my savior’s face only that blue gems blazed in the night as he approached the creature that put its hands on me with a blade in his hand.
The creature’s brother tried to slither its tail around my waist only to be met with steel cutting in clean off. A blast of red power forced the beast back against the tree. The Naga was about to approach again ready for a fight when a dagger flew and landed right in between its eyes, and it slumped back against the trees. The clouds parted and moonlight was able to help me see but a hand grabbed my shoulder and a jerked out of the grip turning slightly to meet familiar hazel eyes. His eyes held fear and he held his hands out palms open, “Y/N, do you remember me?” He whispered.
I nodded, “Cassian,” I whispered my voice hoarse and dry.
Cassian gave me a warm smile, “Good, Can I untie you?” I nodded again and he took another dagger and made his way behind me to cut my ties as the other winged male approached. My hands were free, and Cass took my hands in his and began to massage my wrists to bring the circulation back into my hands. “Is this, okay?” he asked, ignoring his friend who had just approached. I nodded again words not forming.
The other male knelt and gave me a small smile, his eyes a similar hazel to Cassian’s but just like Rhys and Cassian he was utterly beautiful, “I have heard a lot about you, Archeron.” His voice was pure honey, “I’m Azriel.”
I give him a small wave. Cassian released my hand and slid off his jacket sliding it over my shoulders to cover me. I slide my arms into the sleeves. “We have to get going before more come.” Cassian whispered to me, “Will you let me carry you?”
I nod but force myself to say, “Don’t bring me back to the Spring Court.” I whisper as my eyes met his and pain flashes in those eyes. “Please.”
“You are not going back there, Sweetheart. We’re taking you home.” Cassian scoops me up and holds me close to his chest, where the scent of sandalwood and leather fills my nose and my eyes widened, was he there that day in the library? Did he move me over to the couch? My thoughts whirled but the dizziness caused me to lay my head on his chest. “You alright?” He murmured the words thrumming from his chest causing warmth to spread through my body.
“I hit my head, and a little dizzy but I’ll be alright.” Azriel rose nodding to his friend and gripped Cassian’s arm as darkness consumed us until we emerged into a house I had never seen before.
Rhys was in the hall his eyes frantic, “Mother above, Is she alright? Where's Feyre?”
Tears welled up at my conversation with Ianthe bubbled to the surface of never seeing Feyre again, “I'm alright” I croaked, “They’re going to make her think I’m dead.” I whisper and tear slips from my face. Cassian’s grip tightens on me his thumb rubbing circles on my back, and I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face letting his scent soothe me.
"Who is?" Cassian asked.
"Tamlin and Ianthe." I whimper as pain erupts from my head. I pressed on, "They are going to tell her I abandoned her."
Rhys sounded as though he was clenching his teeth, “Cassian go take her to one of the rooms upstairs and have Madja come take a look at her.” I could hear his footsteps and a hand was on my arm giving it a comforting squeeze, “I’ll check on her in the morning.”
You didn't abandon her and when she sees you again she will know that Rhys' words in my mind brought me comfort as I heard his steps walk away with what I assume was Azriel's not far behind.
With that Cassian took me up the stairs and into the room I took a look around there were two twin sized beds and he laid me down on the one farthest from the window, He looked at the wound on my head, "I'm going to go get our healer, I'll be right back." He got up and I on instinct grabbed for his hand, hissing at my fast movement.
"Stay. Please don't leave me." I whispered.
He bit his lip and he nodded he looked off into the distance for a long moment and then he grabbed the chair from the small desk and brought it by my bedside. "Rhys, is calling for our healer." He sat letting his wings dip slightly as he grips my hand again and rubs the top of my hand. The soothing motion lulling me into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 4
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♡on the big screen! | vox x reader.
A/N: i love vox you guys. I totally don't think I make that obvious but he's so cool and I love him so much 🤤 first hazbin smut fic btw!! MINORS. DO. NOT. INTERACT. THIS CONTENT IS NSFW.
Being hired by one of the overlords, especially one of the Vees, was an honor. You enjoyed working with Vox, and he was a great boss to you. He even gave you your own bedroom! Sometimes, when you were a little stressed, you couldn't help but find your... own ways to blow steam.
"F-Fuuck.." You groaned as you pushed a third finger inside of you. Even with three fingers, you couldn't help but wish that it was someone else who just happened to be your employer.
You didn't know that your employer was a step ahead of you. Of course he was, he was so smart, much smarter than you. He had hidden cameras over your room, and he didn't use them unless it was a time like this. Your moans were heard through his screen, the high quality image of your small fingers fucking your pussy up on his biggest screen.
He knows you would prefer it if it was his dick. He would do so much better than those puny fingers. He knows you would like it too. You scream his name when you cum too often for you to not have a crush on him.
He takes his own cock out and starts stroking it, imagining it's your hands around it. You've started playing with your chest, the fingers of your right hand toying with your erect nipples. Vox knows you'd prefer it if those were his fingers pinching your tits. You'd be begging him to stop, but he wouldn't. He's doing it for you.
"Vox, please..!" Your pace gets rougher, and you bury your face in your pillow to muffle your noises. If Vox were to hear, how would he respond? You feared him finding out.
He smirks to himself, his stroking pace also speeding up to match yours. "What an oblivious little whore," he groans, "Don't cover your noises, I wanna fuck you so bad.."
"Vox!" His name becomes a mantra as you approach your release. You're being such a good girl for him. He's a great boss, he deserves a good show from you. You cover your mouth as you reach climax, wiping your cum-stained fingers on your bed. He won't find out, it's fine.
Vox cums after. He's so prideful, knowing that you're fucking yourself dumb thinking about him and his dick. He turns off the big screen he just watched your "show" on, and gets up. Maybe he'll give you what you want someday.
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin x reader#hazbin hotel#x reader#vox#hazbin vox#vox x reader#smut#hazbin hotel smut#♡ a blessing from the stars!
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The ways they like to tease you during sex | JJK Men
ft. gojo satoru, geto suguru, sukuna, toji fushiguro, nanami kento
content: NSFW, afab reader, m! pen, smut, cowgirl position, doggy, backshots, cumshots, orgasm denial
💠 gojo 💠
loves a good long intentional stroke to piss you off. he knows your usual pace and what angles quickest alight you but when hes trying to play with you — to make you grapple at his back and whine for him to do it properly — he’ll pretend that he’s trying to savour the time.
“I just want to make love to you.”
lies. literally all lies, because this wasn’t love making in the slightest. this was gojo being a pest and purposely missing that squidgy spot that will get you clawing at his skin and crying his name for all neighbouring walls to hear.
it’s only when things get too much that you start to rut yourself down on the man, aiming to get your own high and in the end that always sets gojo off. teasing you is fun, but succumbing to your lust is better.
💠 geto 💠
being the control freak he is, geto would make sure he denies you any room to push him around or demand something from him. he’d have you; ass in the air, face down into the pillow and hands held behind your back.
“gu-guru!”
he’d fuck into you, backshots sounding like assaults on skin as he denies you any form of movement. he knows you’re itching to hang off of him or take him into your arms but geto denies you all forms of contact. he can hear you mumble detest into the pillow but the smile on his face is sick as he teases you.
“can’t hear you. speak up.”
geto changes up pace and quality every now and then but knowing you cant do anything about it, all you do is moan and whimper in retaliation.
💠 sukuna 💠
he’ll refuse to touch you in sensitive places. sukuna isn’t much of a passionate lover — he likes things harsh and full of pure lust. but he knows your wants and desires, maybe a bit more than you do, yet he’ll deny you them perks simply because he wants to be a pain.
“kuna, come on…”
he could easily fuck you and not pinch at your nipples, swipe at your clit or kiss at your neck. sukuna’s go to is to be selfish. it doesn’t matter if your whining at him to touch you. the man will only wear a wicked smile as he uses you as a personal fleshlight. easily, he can be finish inside of you and not give you any sort of relief.
but sukuna knows that you dont allow him to stay that way for long. you’ll hiss and spit curses at him for attempting to leave you hanging but the de-man seems privy only to your reprimand. he doesn’t fear you, but he’ll be very sure not to get on your bad side and therefore finish what he started.
💠 toji 💠
being a pain is something hes doing more of than not but if toji wants to tease you because he thinks you’re on too much of a high horse, he’ll appear bored in front of you as you ride his cock.
“Who the fuck are you texting?”
the blue light of his mobile phone will illuminate over his stout face, completely disregarding your intentions to bounce over his dick. what’s even more amusing is the fact that you know he’s probably not even texting anyone because the fuckers such a loner — he literally only hangs out with you. you’ll end up swivelling on him, never allowing him to exit you but you lean forward so you could witness what he was playing at. it was only candy crush.
“so lame…” you’ll mumble, because you know he’s only doing it to fuck with you.
having no phone in his hand, toji rolls his eyes but ends up placing his hands onto the dips of your hips.
“maybe dont be such a bitch next time.” he’ll grumble
💠 nanami 💠
kento isnt usually one for teasing but when he does it’s because he’s trying to get a rise out of you. mostly if it’s because you dont keep to schedule or do something overtime — kento hates having to wait and so in turn, he’ll make you wait.
“ken, please. just touch me.”
the man will sit on the edge of the bed, cock standing tall, red and leaking at the tip but he’d still deny you, even at the expense of himself.
“I’ve told you about making me wait.”
he’d look to his watch on his hands.
“five minutes.”
“kento, please!”
he’s already have given you a taste, wet his cock within you — only a handful of strokes — before dutifully pulling out and moving himself away from you. he wasnt one to play with when it came to time keeping. the man kept a tight schedule and anything over the threshold was detrimental and so here you were, learning that lesson.
you’d pander your own hand down to your leaking cunt, the juices already puddling at the base of your folds but nanami would slap your hand away.
“I said wait.”
yes, he made you wait, but it only meant the reward was a lot better and definitely worth it.
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Of Incense and Intimacy (Eddie Munson x Reader) [18+]
Summary: Your roommate's recreational habits tend to wreak havoc on your anxious sensitivities, so you burn a little incense with him to help you both relax. Maybe choosing a scent called "love spell" wasn't the best idea....
Warnings: anxiety, panic attacks, the devil's lettuce, explicit descriptions of secks (minors i fucking see you stay behind the beaded curtain), raw dogging (wear a fuckin' raincoat y'all don't be dumb), mentions of the dirty touch, perv!eddie my beloved, my daddy kink continuing to control every aspect of my life
Word Count: 3.5k (she long and thick this time babes)
Author's Note: i just like incense a lot. ever since i got a backflow burner it's become my entire personality. my room smells amazing.
You hate doing this, ruining his fun. Especially because you know it's how he relaxes; how he deals with his own problems. Still, the tightening of your chest, the shallowness of your breathing, the fear starting to creep its way out of the corners of your mind sends you across the hall, tapping on his door.
Eddie answers in a puff of cannabis smoke, and you instinctively cover your mouth and nose with your shirt. Even in his hazy, glazed-over frame of mind, he knows exactly why you're here, and he immediately apologizes.
"Oh, shit, pumpkin, I'm sorry."
He dashes back into his room, stubbing out the joint in his hand and opening his window a crack, despite the winter chill. You stand in the doorway and sigh.
"No, I'm sorry," you say. "I'm a shit roommate."
"You have clinical anxiety." He annunciates the words as he returns to you, leaning against the door frame and giving your hair a quick, gentle pet. "It's okay."
You grimace as you flinch away, choked by the skunky smell emanating from him.
"That shit reeks," you huff. "You don't have anything better?"
Eddie chuckles, shoving the sleeve of his sweatshirt under your nose to tease you. He laughs as you smack him away.
"The high quality stuff brings in too much money," he explains. "Unless you want me to stop pitching in for takeout."
You roll your eyes and hold a finger up, telling him to wait.
"I'm not living with that stench all night."
You disappear into your bedroom, returning with a couple ceramic dishes and a stack of different sized boxes. Eddie raises an eyebrow as you set them up on his dresser, handing him a few of the boxes and directing him to choose some of the contents. He opens the topmost one, labeled "fairy dust", and removes one of the clay-coated sticks inside.
"Incense?" he realizes. He holds the stick up to his face, the scent so sweet it burns his nostrils. "Is this why your room always smells so good?"
You nod, shuffling through a few of the smaller boxes.
"It covers up the smell of weed," you explain. "I started using it like a week after we moved in together."
Eddie smirks, looking through the other scents you've brought over. Some of them are simple and self-explanatory, like basil and lily, but others are more vague, like "mystique" and "decadence". He pauses when he comes across a box marked with the words "love spell", grinning at you in that impish, borderline perverse way you know too well.
"You trying to seduce me?" he jests, waggling his eyebrows.
"I'd have to do way less than this to seduce you," you laugh. You shriek when his pillow smacks you in the back of the head.
"I'm not desperate," he defends himself. "I've been dry for over a year, y'know."
"We share a wall," you remind him. "I can hear you masturbate. Twice a day. It's like you don't even try to keep quiet."
He scoffs, attempting to play off the fierce blush that burns across his cheeks. You giggle at him; he's way too cute.
"What's weirder is that I never hear you masturbate," he deflects. "I'm starting to worry."
"I masturbate," you state matter-of-factly. "I'm just considerate enough to shut the fuck up about it."
Eddie tries to ignore the way the image of you pleasuring yourself, just feet away from him, makes his cock twitch. He clears his throat as he hands you one of the boxes, choosing at random.
"Here."
You examine it, grinning up at him.
"You picked the one called 'wizard'?" you tease. "Not surprised."
He chuckles, settling himself on the end of his mattress as he watches you place an incense stick upright in your burner and set it alight with the Zippo he keeps next to his stash. The flame flares, searing a thick, smoky path down the tip of the stick before you blow it out, leaving nothing but glowing embers and heavy, fragrant smoke curling into the air. He fixates on the purse of your lips, barely staving off the lewd thoughts that float through his mind.
As the smell of sugar and sandalwood perfumes the confined space, you pop open one of the smaller boxes and remove an incense cone from it, setting it strategically at the top of the second dish. This one is shaped like a pond, beveled with stones, complete with sculpted lily pads and painted koi. When you light the tip of the cone, sweet sage drifts upward on the wisps of smoke, waves of it cascading down the ceramic stones and into the waiting pool below.
Eddie's eyes grow wide, watching the display as if you're performing magic. You smile, curling up on his mattress so you can comfortably enjoy the view.
"That's so fucking cool," he gasps. He lays back beside you, his body fitting nicely next to yours. There isn't much room on his full bed, so you're pressed together, your head falling onto his stomach to compensate for the lack of space.
"Yeah, I knew you'd like it," you muse. "I was gonna get you one for your birthday."
You lay like that for a while, until the incense stick burns out, the silence and shared warmth far too easy between you. Eddie's arm migrates around your shoulders, hugging you close, your leg somehow finding its way between his as you fold yourself more and more into him. The scent of weed still lingers after the incense is gone, so you stand and light another, Eddie whining at the loss of your touch.
Rose petals and musk fill the air as you return to the bed, this time straddling your roommate's lap as he sits leaned against his pillows and the wall. He quirks a brow at you but doesn't protest, his hands falling without hesitation around your waist, keeping you there.
"... Maybe I am trying to seduce you. A little bit," you admit.
He smirks, eyes still glassy from his high.
"You're joking," he replies. There's no way that you - beautiful, intelligent, fiery you - want to have sex with him.
But you shake your head, arms draping over his shoulders as your chest presses to his.
"I think you're hotter than sin, Eddie Munson. And you're my best friend. I can't think of anyone I'd rather be in bed with."
Maybe it's the pot. Maybe it's how pretty you look with your hair up, greasy and messy, a day past needing a wash. Maybe it's the feel of your unconfined breasts pushed against him under your sweater. Maybe it's simply how he loves you, but can't find the words to admit it. Whatever the reason, Eddie closes the space between you with a tender, tentative kiss, his thumb grazing the naked skin just under your shirt. You smile softly against his lips, opening your mouth so they can slot together with yours, tongues finding each other with the gentlest little push.
"You taste good," he murmurs. You peck his lips as he pulls away to speak, gazing dreamily into his honey brown eyes.
"You taste like smoke," you tell him. He chuckles, returning your tiny smooch.
You take your time, savoring each other's kisses and touches in a heated round of sucking face. Eddie's movements are slow and deliberate, his tongue and his lips moving in sync with yours while his large, calloused palms rub loving circles into the skin under your sweater. When you pull away to breathe, he licks teasingly at your lips, grinning as you giggle softly. He presses lazy kisses along your jaw, your eyes falling blissfully closed as he works his way down your neck, nipping and sucking at your flesh. He's hard under his sweatpants, but he's in no rush - he loves having you close, loves having the time to worship your body the way you deserve. You knot your fingers in his hair and he lets out a breathy little moan, the sound so melodic you could listen to it on repeat for hours.
"What do you think about when you masturbate?" he wonders aloud. He thoughtfully licks his lips as he levels his face once again, brushing his nose against yours. His eyes are heavily lidded.
"It used to be Jeff Goldblum, before he gets all gross in The Fly," you divulge. "But since living with you, it's just you. The sounds you make... it's like having my own private porno."
You smirk as Eddie blushes, his hand squeezing gently at your love handle. You've masturbated... to him masturbating? All while he was none the wiser? That can't be right. He must be hearing things, mustering his own fantasies into being.
"You're so pretty..." he whispers, losing track of his thoughts.
You giggle, playfully licking at his lips the way he did yours.
"What do you think about?" you ask in return.
"You," he answers without a beat. "How you look when you walk around in just a big t-shirt. I like to imagine you riding me like that. Or when you're in the shower, I... I sometimes masturbate thinking of you in there."
Your tongue grazes over your bottom lip, teeth sinking into it as the muscle disappears into your mouth and you smile. He's shocked that you're not totally disgusted.
"I want you to bend me over," you confess.
He blinks. This can't be for real.
"What, no missionary first?" he asks.
You laugh, pressing an affectionate kiss against his lips. He returns it reflexively, grinning into you, adoring the sound of your laugh.
"Just fuck me," you whisper. "It's about time we got naked together."
Eddie obliges without further convincing. He lifts your sweater over your head, drinking in the sight of your bare tits without shame. You kiss him again as your hands run under his sweatshirt, groping at his bare skin as he guides the offending fabric up and away, tossing it somewhere to be forgotten. He takes your face in his hands and presses his chest against yours, sighing into your mouth at the feel of your bodies so close, without anything between them. He's warm, his chest broad and firm, his arms forming a protective brace around you. Something so salacious as preparing for sex with your roommate has no right feeling as loving as this does.
"Stand up," Eddie instructs.
You climb off the mattress, giggling as he takes you by the hips and positions you between his legs. He kisses the space between your breasts, his breath fanning delicately over your skin as he eases your sweatpants down your legs, fingers teasing your exposed thighs. Your first instinct is to be embarrassed - you haven't shaved in well over two weeks, and you're afraid he'll be put off by it. But he's unfazed, too enamored with you to really care. His eyes graze over your body with lovelorn grace, still very much under the influence of the drugs, but clear enough to remain totally tuned in to you.
"Undress me."
He stands so he's towering over you, snaring you in another kiss before you make your way downward, trailing your lips languidly over his torso until you're kneeling before him; you pause on your way to kitten lick his nipple, and the sharp intake of his breath at the tease thrills you.
You don't bother taking your time with his sweats, unraveling the drawstring with expert precision and letting them fall, immediately grasping at the base of his cock. It's a pretty thing, long and perfectly thick, the tip poking out handsomely from the hood of his uncut foreskin. You stroke at him gently, grinning up at him with your lip between your teeth.
"You're as perverted as I am, aren't you, sweet little thing?" Eddie chuckles. You don't miss the way he twitches in your palm.
"I learned from the best," you reply with a wink.
His grin doesn't disappear as you run your tongue up the underside of his head, tasting the salt of precum as you gently suckle at the tip. He breathes an airy moan, his hand falling to the nape of your neck.
"Just let me fuck you, baby," he pleads. "I'll use your mouth another time."
You raise yourself up, unable to stop yourself from taking him in for another kiss. He's addicting, the feel of his lips twined with yours almost, if not as good as the sex you've been aching to have with him.
Eddie's hands don't leave your waist as you crawl back on to his mattress, bending down on your elbows and knees and arching your back in a display of catlike sensuality. He's quick to fall behind you, smoothing his palm down the curve of your back before bringing it with a sharp smack down on your ass cheek. You yelp, already dripping through the petals of your pussy in anticipation of his cock.
He runs two fingers through your slick, feeling you out; in the floor length mirror beside his window, you watch him raise those fingers to his lips and suck them clean.
"So sweet," he drawls. "I can't wait to make you cum with my tongue."
"I've never been eaten out before," you mention, catching his eyes in the mirror. They've got a mischievous gleam, not leaving yours as he runs the head of his cock up and down the length of your opening.
"You'll never want anyone else between your thighs once I'm done with you," he promises.
He dips himself inside you, causing you to gasp at the sudden rush of pain that always comes with the first breach of your walls. Your face scrunches, fingers gripping at his sheets as he takes hold of your hips, gently and carefully easing you onto him.
"It hurt?" he questions. The concern in his voice is obvious, and it makes you want for him even more.
"Only for a moment," you assure him. He gives a little nod, pulling out slightly before slipping back in, his cock stroking against you and relaxing your muscles. You breathe out a sigh, the pain fading into delicious fullness.
"Fuck, Eddie," you gasp. "Why didn't you mention you have the dick of a porn star?"
He chuckles, giving you another playful spank as he bottoms out, his head just kissing your cervix.
"Same reason you never mentioned your pussy was so perfectly deep and tight, I guess."
He grips you by the waist and starts to fuck, moaning as he sets a steady pace so you can both savor the feeling of each other. You stretch your torso out on his mattress, curling your body so he's hitting you right at your deepest point, an angle that has him groaning and mewling the way you're all too familiar with.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you look so good for me," he praises. "Taking my cock into that sweet little pussy..."
He brings his hand down once again, causing you to moan with the pleasurable sting of his palm against your skin. He continues to spank, thrusting in time with each hit until your cheeks are rosy and tender with the imprint of his palm. Your tongue rolls out of your mouth as he picks up his pace, eyes closing as you smile with bliss.
"Oh, that's my good girl," he growls. "Loving the way daddy uses her as his little fuck toy."
One of his hands raises to curl around the back of your neck, holding you in place as he starts to pound ruthlessly into you, your legs shaking as the sensation of him filling you reaches high into your stomach.
"You're so good baby... so good... mmmm, fuck, shit, heck, you feel incredible on my cock... Fuuuuuuuck, baby... Fuck...!"
You giggle at his intonations, mewling sweetly as his hips snap against yours, the sound of your thighs slapping together echoing off the walls. You can hear your sticky wetness clinging to his shaft, a harmony to back the loud groans he releases every time he thrusts.
"Right there, Eddie..." you coax. "Fuck, babe, right there... Make me cum..."
He guides your body forward, laying you flush against the blankets as he positions his body prone above yours, his arm wrapping around your neck to steady you. He doesn't stop railing into you, panting heavily in your ear, the thin plastic of the ever-present guitar pick around his neck bobbing against your back. You roll your hips into his, meeting his thrusts, and he lets out sound so sweet you think he might actually be crying.
"Oh, god, sugar, yes..." he snarls. "Keep fucking yourself on my cock... fuck, fuck, yeah, just like that... oh, love, you feel so fucking good..."
His relentless pace has built up a knot in your abdomen, one that releases with an explosion throughout your entire body. You cry out in ecstasy, your limbs fizzling with the shock of your orgasm, your toes curling as you ride the wave of indescribable pleasure out for its impossible length. As soon as Eddie feels you tighten around him, he clenches the base of his cock, staving away his own release as he fucks you through to the end. Once you relax, he gingerly unsheathes himself; you roll so you're facing him, repositioning yourself with bended knees so you can curl your fingers around the handsome appendage and stroke him, savoring his enamored cries as he cums onto your stomach and breasts. His breathing is ragged as the thick, pearly strings of semen cease to erupt from his slit. He collapses onto the mattress beside you with a satisfied huff.
For a few minutes, all you do is lay beside each other, filling each other's space while your breathing regains its normal rhythm and your bodies come back to themselves. Eventually, Eddie gets up and disappears, returning with the pack of baby wipes you keep in your room. He cleans you off, removing every trace of the depravity you've shared and kissing your stomach once you're pure again. He wipes himself off as well, pitching both the used cloths and the ash left in your burner into the little trash can beside his nightstand. The incense has long since burnt out.
Eddie crawls back into bed with you, lifting the blankets over you both and slipping between them, placing a kiss on your shoulder as he presses his chest to your back. You're laying with your heads on the foot of his bed, but that hardly matters; he's actually holding you, close and tight and with his face buried in your hair. It's such a small thing, but you've never been treated with this much tenderness before.
"What's wrong?" he asks. He can read you like a book and it makes you want to cry.
"... You're just being really good to me," you whisper. "You're not... You're not done with me."
"Of course not," he murmurs. He brushes a few stray wisps away from your face, clearing a space for his lips to press a light kiss into your temple. "If I just wanted you for sex I'd have made a move a long time ago. I... I kind of feel things for you. Like... a lot of things."
You turn to face him, hugging him close and hiding your face in his chest. He kisses the top of your head, his fingers making a delicate trail down the length of your spine.
"Thank you for putting up with me," you say. "And for driving me to the hospital that time my contact high gave me a panic attack."
Eddie chuckles, giving your love handle an affectionate squeeze.
"Any time, pumpkin. That's still the best date I've ever had."
You smile, letting out a breathy laugh into his skin.
Over the next couple weeks, Eddie slowly migrates his things into your room, making a habit of sharing a bed even when you're not having sex. His old room becomes a studio, and the other members of Corroded Coffin are excited when he tells them they finally have their own recording space. They're sprawled out on the floor, sharing a joint in celebration when the new setup finally dawns on Jeff.
"Did your roommate move out?" he inquires.
"Not really," Eddie responds with a shrug. "More like I moved in."
Jeff and Gareth share a skeptical look. As if on cue, you appear in the doorway, wearing a pair of Eddie's boxers and tossing him a pack of basil-scented incense, which he catches without so much as a flinch.
"Put it out, please," you request. "I'm starting to get jitters."
"Yes, dear. Our apologies."
He flashes you a giddy, awestruck smile as he reaches for the ashtray. He then blows you an exaggerated kiss, to which you just roll your eyes and grin.
"You're a fucking dork," you tell him.
"Love you too, angel babe."
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PAC: What are your siren powers & qualities? 🧜🏽♀️🐚🌊
In these piles there is adult themes so just be wary of some of the content 🤍 Please leave a tip if you can! 😇 $$$
Pile 1:
Shufflemancy -
Lullaby by GWSN
New You by Zolita
How U Want It by Rochelle Jordan
Six of Swords "Knowledge", The Devil, & Nine of Cups "Joy"
What's interesting Pile 1, is that a song by Zolita came on, and she actually practices witchcraft. So you could be into the occult and practice magick or that is the vibes that you give off. You could visit people in their dreams or you have the power to have influence on people's dream, which is insane! You could have Pisce and air placements (Gemini, Libra, & Aquarius). You have a strong hold of people's subconscious and linger in people's minds. I'm getting like restless nights, tired energy, and I feel people stay up because they have racing thoughts about you. You could have a very soft and gentle appearance as well. You give off an air of mystery and it's like "wow I didn't know this girl could have so much power me???". You could have ex partners who wish they could have you back as well. Your eyes are very magnetizing. I feel that you should get into doing glamour magick, mirror magick, and chants or written spells. I feel that you get downloads from the universe, so you have a divine higher power. Also you could speak your desires out into the world and they manifest instantly. I'm getting like a lot of Mercury and Neptune energy. Very imaginative, alluring, and perceptive. (Clarified by Twof Cups "Love") You could also use psychology for seduction (I'm thinking of Robert Greene's books like "48 Laws of Powers" or "The Art of Seduction", so maybe you have read those or should lol). People just can't help but fall for you.
Pile 2:
Shufflemancy -
Mrs. Variety by Leon Thomas, Ft. Tayla Parx
Goodies by Ciara, Ft. Petey Pablo
She Bad by Cardi B, Ft. YG
Strength, Two of Wands "exploration", & Three of Wands "domination"
Okay so this pile is definitely my fire sign (heavy on Aries but also Leo & Sagittarius) pile or my Virgos (Tayla Parx said in the song "Have you ever fucked wit a virgo?"). You guys have a bad bitch mentality and refuse to settle for anything less. Cardi says in the song "I'm a boss in a skirt, I'm a dog, I'm a flirt". So I feel that you like to be a tease when you flirt with people and then leave them looking stupid. You just like to have fun and you know you're not obligated to do anything you don't want to. This could put people in their feelings because it's like "we were just flirting and then they don't even wanna go out with me?". Which honestly, period - you owe nothing to nobody. I'm getting like this coquette energy, where you like to be in male spaces, and you're better at it than them. Whether that's sports, politics, debates, etc. You have a strong dark feminine, masculine energy and it's incredible. I heard "spicy 🔥🌶" so you could even be a hot head and people find that so sexy 😂. You also like to wear red and black. You mainly like to dress in sports wear or a t-shirt and jeans but when you go out you show tf out. "Mrs. Variety" you know how to glam up for the occasion and it puts people in a trance. Some people could even think like "wow I didn't know they had a body like that" or "damn they look fine as hell when they get all fancy". So maybe when you go out to parties, dinners, or dates you could put on a nice suit or dress with heels. (Clarified by Seven of Wands "bravery") You guys are very brave and courageous. That intimidates people but you have a very high standards and you value yourself so keep working towards your goals!
Pile 3:
Shufflemancy -
Who Hurt You? by Daniel Caesar
Haunting by Halsey
Long Nights by 6lack
The Hermit, The Empress, & The Moon
Oh myyyyy 🤭😏 so this could be only for some of the people in this pile but y'all could be ladies/people of the night 😂? I'm getting that you could be an... "accountant" (sw) and if you're not, you would be so successful at it (if you're a minor then this message ain't for y'all, so dont be thinking about being like Kat from Euphoria 💀). For some reason you come off as very sad though or you look like you're sad to some people. You could have dark circles or your eyes tend to look watery/puffy. Some of you could deal with depression as well (I'm sorry baby I know that can be hard to deal with ❤️🩹). You could be unhappy with the current position you are in your life and are wishing for change. You could be working at a "dead end job" and you could be saving money, hoping that you can eventually quit one day. You have people who wish they could "save" you from what you're going through in life. I feel like your power could honestly playing into this "damsel in distress" role to get what you want. This pile reminds of Meg fron Hercules when she said "I'm a damsel *grunts*, I'm in distress, I can handle it, have a nice day~". Like even if you're fine and nothing is wrong, they feel they could give you better than what you currently have or got going on. People just have such a strong desire to help you. You are also very beautiful and you could be an introvert perhaps? There could be Cancer, Libra, & earth sign (Heavy Taurus & Capricorn but also Virgo) placements in your birth chart. You like to be alone or do activities that don't require being in social settings. For example, if other people wanted to go to the club, you would rather be at home, work, library, museum, cafe, etc. You don't like to do anything that requires you to force yourself to get out of bed and interact with bed you probably never gonna see again (valid btw 💀). You prefer to be around close friends, family, coworkers, etc. As I was saying earlier though, you have a lot of secret admirers, pile 3 👀. You could look really pretty in the moonlight as well or people want you sexually at night time 😳. You probably the type of person who gets a lot of booty calls or texts and you're like "why me???". It's just you have a connection to the darker side of people and yourself. You provide this healing energy to people and you exude such divine feminine energy, that's very rare to experience in this lifetime. You could be nurturing to your loved ones as well and for people who aren't close to you, they wish they could receive that love as well. You could be creative too and like to either dance, paint, read, write, etc. (Clarified by Ace of Earth (Pentacles).) Now did I not just mention "accountants"?! Lmao 😭 For the people who are working and are in need of some money. You're gonna get a promotion or a new job soon. You have a very seductive body language and aura, I feel like you could use that for some cash ifykwm 👀👀👀 I'm not saying flirt in the workplace but ya know, don't be afraid to wear your hair a certain way, sway your hips, bite your lip, etc 😌 your clientele would much appreciate the "fanservice" 💅🏽
Pile 4:
Shufflemancy -
No Scrubs by TLC
Enough For Love by Kelela
Balenciaga by Princess Nokia (This song came out in 2019 💀)
Three of Cups "abundance", Four of Cups "Comfort", & Seven of Swords "Deception"
This is very interesting and unique. So pile 4, I feel like you don't care for trends but you know how dress down. The song keeps talking about "drip" so you're styling, you naturally have this swag that nobody else. Whether it's your clothes, the way your carry yourself, or your aura - you're just cool as fuck. You know how to budget and you understand that you don't gotta spend a lot of money to look fabulous but when you do, everything just fits you just right. People could think you're (or you are) very wealthy because of this. I'm reminded of that video Cardi B posted when she said some of her pieces were like a hundreds of dollars and ome thing would be like 20-30$ ("Learn how to budget hoe!" Lol). People could even feel like shocked or duped by that too like "oh you're not a millionaire but have this" or "that outfit is that cheap? It looks so good". A lot of people have this misconcept that being rich means you know how to dress and trust me... I've seen a lot of celebrities wear terrible outfits. When it comes to fashion, you are a expert honey. I'm thinking of that song by Migos: "My bitch is bad and boujee". In your dating life, you refuse to date people who don't have a plan, or don't wish to take care of you financially. For example, if you're on a date, and you pay for one date, you'd be okay, but if the other person continously just mooches of you, you'd cut them off with the quickness. So you only date people who are "high value" and can add substance to your life. (Clarified by Six of Swords "Success") You are private when it comes your money, goals, and achievements. I feel that you are like a "humble bragger". You like to work in silence snd let the results show for yourself. If not, you should start learning how to do that. It can protect you from the evil eye 🧿!
Pile 5:
Shufflemancy -
Honey by Riri
Slow Down by Normani & Calvin Harris
You Got Me by The Roots, Ft. Erykah Badu
Seven of Cups "illusion", The Lovers, & Ace of Air (swords)
This pile's energy is reminding me of Sade. I'm getting a very classy, refined, and sensual vibe to you pile 5. Sade could be one of your favorite artists as well or you like to listen to smooth jazz, r&b, soft rock, or any song that's typically more mellow. You could be old fashioned as well and desire a more traditional relationship. You either are in a relationship right now or you dream of finding that special someone and being with them for the rest of your life. I'm hearing the lyrics "will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful" by Lana Del Rey and some of the people that chose this pile could be older in age or they are more mature than others their age. You have a deep soul and it entraps people, an enigma. You could like to take it slow when it comes to love and that makes the people you date drawn to you even more. I'm being reminded of Mariah Carey when she says in her song: "I can't be elusive with you, honey". You are able to communicate clearly to others what your needs are and if they aren't being met, you have no issue with leaving because you know that you deserve better - Whether at work or in your relationships. In your past, you could have experienced a lot of disappointments due to your expectations not being met. I'm also seeing that people have fantasies about being in a relationship with you and see you as a good potential for marriage. (Clarified by The High Priestess) You attract others to you when focusing on your spiritual path. I feel that you are most abundant when you are connected to your higher self and follow what makes you happy. People feel drawn to you when you are the best version of yourself.
Pile 6:
Shufflemancy -
Dreamcatcher by Metro Boomin Ft. Swae Lee
Te Amo by Rihanna
Somewhere I Belong by Linkin Park
The Chariot, Ace of Water, & Death
I feel that this is my queer pile. Some of you might be sapphic/attracted to those of the same sex or you attract others from the same sex. You could be flirtatious when you have the courage (maybe even liquid courage?). You could be very persuasive and charming, it's a turn on for people 😂. If you're not lgbtq+, then I feel like you give very "sus" compliments to others. For example, you ever see girls in another girls' comment sections? You would think that they're gay by the shit they be saying 😭. I feel like you make friends or attract lovers easily because you have such a likeable personality. You're funny, friendly, and supportive so you make people feel good inside. Although, I feel that you guys have trouble with your relationships. When you like someone you get all these butterflies and stutters when you are around someone you really like. So even though you like them you're afraid to tell them how you feel. To make sure that person doesn't know you just act nonchalant and pretend that you're online looking to have fun and nothing serious. "I'm here for a good time not a long time" basically. I'm reminded of Danny from Grease, he was totally smitten for Sandy but he didn't want to let go of his tough guy image for her. Where instead of you having a tough guy image, you use your sense of humor for protection out of your own of fear of rejection or heartbreak. I feel that growing up your interests, sexuality, or personality was different from the rest so it could have made you feel lonely or isolated as well. You wanted to find a place where you belong and so you had to find your own group of people that you can connect with and feel close to. (Clarified by The Sun) I'm seeing partying, dancing, one night stands, make outs, the "Suck and Blow" game, etc. You guys are just wild, pile 6 😂! You change people's lives forever after interacting with you. I'm getting like "drunk girl in the bathroom that's my bestie for the night". You become a "core memory" to people because of your uplifting personality and silly jokes. If people feel down in their lives or really depressed. People suddenly remember the things that you did for them and it cheers them up. You are a beam of light for others in their darkest hours!
Pile 7:
Shufflemancy -
LEFT RIGHT by XG
From Time by Drake
N.E.R.D - Kites
Daughter of Fire, Nine of Cups "Joy", & Two of Cups "Love"
Pile 7, I feel the way you dress has pieces of your culture involved. Your style could be very bohemian as well. I'm seeing tribal tattoos, beads, neck pieces, sarongs, and feathers. You could be very passionate when it comes to what you believe in. You also seem to be proud of your heritage. For some people in this pile, you could be artists. You could be dancers, actors, in theater, do pottery, work with clay, or paint. I see that you are very talented with your hands. Maybe some of you even make jewelry or know how to sew clothes. Your skin could glow in the sun or it's just naturally radiant and beautiful. You could also be kind of cheeky and vivacious 🤭. People find thatt so adorable and endearing. You could like to make people blush or find people's reactions funny when you mess with them. I'm reminded of Joy from Red Velvet. She has this like "I'm hot and I know it" mindset or is well known for being "cutie-sexy" and it's refreshing. You could also be a really good kisser 😚 or you have these plump lips that people wish they could get a kiss from 💋 I'm also seeing licking or biting so you could do this with your lips or to others 🥵 This pile reminds me of the love interests in the movies and it seems that everyone just really likes you, pile 7. You're the Mary Jane to people's Peter Parker/Spiderman. (Clarified by Three of Cups "Abundance") What did I just say?! You have so many people who want to offer you a love proposal or ask you out on a date. I feel that you guys are aware of manifestation and have a positive self concept. You could practice law of the assumption and just affirm/assume that you're highly favored and desired. If you need a confirmation that what you're doing is working - It is, stand in your power ✨️
Pile 8:
Shufflemancy -
Niki - Spell
Stray Kids - Deep End by Felix
Shilpa - Selfish
The Fool, Mother of Air, & Three of Pentacles ("Work")
I feel that in your relationships you have been selfless and devoted. You express your love with acts of service and quality time. Expressions of emotional intimacy could make you uncomfortably possibly (reflect as to why!). You are logical and intelligent. You may enjoy reading and writing. (Clarified by Daughter of Air) Growing up your parents could have been strict and were very traditional. You could have done well academically in classes (the girl in this card has a sword, you could be "cut throat" with your words, some of you could been in debate club?). Your voice commands just attention. I feel as you got older and gained more of your independence. You began to rebel from your parents rules and expectations, discovering who you truly are without other people's influence. NSFW warning but I believe people would love to be degraded by you 👁👁? Some of you could be dominant sexually or be a dominatrix. While also balancing it with this maternal energy? ("Mommy? Sorry- Mommy? Sorry-"). Or your style has elements of fetishwear (harnesses, leather, boots, etc). I feel that people who are involved with you romantically/sexually just become like your litte worker bees while you're the queen. I can also see that you're noncommittal as of right now or just exploring your options. This upsets people greatly because you have a great amount of secret admirers who would love to be your partner. You could get late night calls or text messages from exes and you're just like so over it (which is understandable 😂). Your cold and dismissive attitude just draws people toward you. I'm reminded of Jennie from Blackpink or Heather from Total Drama. They both have dark hair, cat like facial features, and their expressions are just effortlessly cool and confident (you could possibly have these features also). You fit into that "pretty mean girl" trope.
Pile 9:
Shufflemancy -
Qveen Herby - BDE
Retronaut - Talk
Lauren Jauregui - Em(oceans)
Eight of Cups ("Despair"), Strength, & The Emperor
I feel the people in this pile has luscious hair and something about it could be shiny or radiant (some of you have wavy hair or the texture is soft or silky). Your features could look ethereal or possibly be androgynous. You have a balance of feminine and masculine energy. Your nose, cheekbones, and jawline structure could be prominent and defined. I feel that the people in this pile are like a Phoenix, they have suffered in silence, and had to rise from the ashes. You don't let people see you suffer and so you let yourself heal in silence. When people hear your story and learn about what you've been through, they gain so much admiration for you. They'd never suspect to such things happen and therefore it's like they gain respect, while others think you had it easy. People wonder how you got all this success but what they don't understand is that you had to literally come from the mud in order to become this pearl that washed onto shore. You did your part and fought for your power, which I commend you so much for pile 9. You are like this beautiful warrior, you carry so much strength and bravery inside of you. What's also attractive about you is how you set boundaries and change the topic when someone becomes too invasive with your questions. You are stoic and a mountain that can't be moved with just meer charm, if a lover wanted to impress you, they would have to do more than that. (Clarified by Ace of Swords) I feel that the people in this pile could be sapiosexuals. Someone who is passionate about their talents, work, loved ones, etc, is just so sexy to you. Your ideal match would be someone who could let you take the lead in the relationship (pick the restaurants, what location to travel to, etc) but in the bedroom then its their turn 👀.
#pac#pick a card#tarot#tarot readings#free readings#witchcraft#wicca#astrology#spell#spellwork#18+ pac
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My Thoughts on WatcherTV
Hi, I am here to put away my meme-making skills to express my genuine thoughts on Watcher’s announcement; WatcherTV. Before I get into it, this is for any of those at Team Watcher who might be seeing this message: Just know we love and support everything you do for us. Y’all truly do not get the credit you rightfully deserve. I hope with this change to a separate streaming platform you guys can create the content you want to make, pull in creators that you’ve always wanted to work with, and share voices/topics that may have not had the chance to shine because of YouTube’s heinous algorithm. I know myself, and many others, are excited to see what WatcherTV brings. For instance, I already watched Road Files and the trailer for Travel Season on the new platform. And guess what? I love it! I just love BTS-centric shows and seeing the vibes established on Travel Season. Along with more Lizzie/possibly-more-sightings-of-other-Team-Watcher-peeps content?!? If this is what holds for the future of WatcherTV- oh boy, do you already have me more on board than I already was.
I also send my sincerest regards too. We all know that the internet can be a negative space with many sharing their uncensored thoughts, and I hope none of you take the hate to heart. I also hope you can take the weekend to breathe, drink some water, spend time with loved ones, and celebrate this huge step you all are embarking on. I am truly excited to see what is to come on WatcherTV will be there with each step to support.
Now to my fellow fans of Watcher. I understand the concern and it is okay to have concerns. It shows that you truly care for Watcher as a company and don’t want anything negative to come about with this decision. BUT on the other hand, spreading hateful messages? Not. Fucking. Cool. It is quite simple to express concern in an appropriate/respectful manner. Remember, this is a company full of living and breathing human beings. Trying to justify “who is to blame” and pointing fingers is just childish. Guess what? No one is to blame, it was a company-wide decision that they all made and spent months upon months to create.
Yes, it does suck to see content that was free for years be moved to a paywall, but remember they are independent artists that have to pay employees, freelancers, locations, and themselves! Have we not been advocating for fair pay among creative individuals when it comes to WGA/SAG-AFTRA strikes and then AI art taking jobs away from artists? If this is what the company needs to do to survive while not sacrificing the high-quality content they make for us, then we should give it a shot! Plus with the current discount available, the subscription is not that pricey for the amount of shows they produce! Literally for January and a bit of February, they were uploading 2 podcasts and 2 separate shows… that’s a lot of content! If you have never sat down to produce, direct, write, perform, edit, and all other aspects it takes to make a fine-polished YouTube video, it takes a lot of work!
To add to this, Watcher already makes content that far expands past what is recognized as normal for YouTube. They build individual sets for each show that is produced, and they travel all over the place for Ghost Files and soon-to-be Travel Season. It costs money to produce content and YouTube?- It’s just not how it was years and years ago. Views on long-form content have been dipping and with the over-saturation of sponsorships, I am assuming they are not making enough profit to sustain the business on the current platform. Also, monetization on YouTube has been a killer for many channels because of vulgar language issues and just being demonetized for no rhyme or reason. By moving over to a streaming platform of their own they can continue to create what they want to create, and make it without any restrictions or rules holding them back. Too pricey? Find some friends who also like the content and split the pricing evenly. Only want to watch certain shows? Then make a monthly subscription for the time that show airs. There are many solutions that you guys see as a huge problem, and don’t get me wrong I have my concerns. I shared those concerns briefly in my theory post about them still being a young channel, but I’m also unaware of the actual analytics and revenue that is currently being brought in currently to the company from YouTube alone.
It’s a huge step that has garnered negative feedback from those spreading hateful messages about the company and to other individuals for supporting the boys *cough cough I see your messages and comments cough cough* is truly uncalled for. I will be taking a bit of a break from my socials as I wait out the storm though if I have the energy, I might stream on Twitch again and talk through this with y’all if you can sit down and have a civil discussion. As for now, it’s your choice if you continue to support. My goal is to continue to make funny little memes, and if I am allowed to I will be working on a crack video pt.2 after Travel Season premieres. Remember to be kind and to put yourselves in their shows. Just the boys even though they are receiving the brunt of the hate, but for everyone at the company.
Your local memester watcherina - Fritz.
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could I request more teen reader with the proxies just like general HC or scenario of stuff the squad gets up too
You absolutely can, I love this stuff. Wholesome found family content is one of my favorites.
Squad cooking lessons. I don't know why this was the first thing that popped into my head, but it did. Tim is one of the best chefs in the mansion, and he already gives Toby lessons every now and then, so he's started doing group lessons with you, Brian, and Toby so that he can teach you all at once. He lets you guys choose what you want to learn how to make, and he'll step by step teach you how to make the recipe, and he goes as slow as you guys need. It doesn't matter how well your dish turns out because he's just so happy and proud that you were able to make something, and he'll ruffle your hair and congratulate you. He's the hardest on Toby though, you guys always tease him if something goes really wrong with his dish.
Squad t-shirts???? Like you know those shirts where one says "I'm with stupid" and the other one says "I'm stupid"??? You guys have equivalents to that. I didn't know where this headcanon was going so I don't know exactly what all four of the shirts would say, but you guys definitely have a shirt combination that works and you wear them whenever you go out in public as a squad. Also, once you get those shirts, Tim totally gets all of you matching flannels. Tim LOVES flannels, and right now since it's fall it's peak flannel season he wears them all the time, so he makes sure you all have nice, high-quality flannels that match the ones he likes. Don't point out to him how adorable of an idea that was, he gets very embarrassed and tries to deny it.
Tim also takes you out fishing with him. I've said before that the proxies go out fishing with each other once a week or like once every other week since fishing is Tim's favorite hobby (and the creeps view it as a high honor if he invites you), so you get to go fishing with Tim when he invites the other two. It's a time for relaxation and no phones (except for group photos and pictures of whatever fish you catch), where you all just enjoy the peace of nature and the lake. If you ask Tim for fishing tips (even if you already know how to fish please ask him), he gets so excited and he'll help you set up your rod and help teach you how to cast your line and how and when to real it in. This is PEAK bonding time for Tim, it makes him so overjoyed to be out there with all of you fishing and having a good time. Plus, if you catch anything he feels SO proud and he gives you a big hug and takes a picture of you holding your catch and probably adds it to a folder he has of everyone and anything they've caught.
Also??? Maybe an underrated squad thing, but just grocery shopping together. You guys put together the list as a group, and you go to the store and it's just such a generic family activity to do, but it's so enjoyable, especially since it's something that Toby never got to do growing up, so the four of you enjoy going together to have some nice domestic happiness with all the stress and chaos in your lives. Plus, with all of you there it makes it easier to beg Tim for extra things like chocolate milk, or pizza rolls, or candy, or whatever it was that Tim said definitely didn't need to be on the list in the first place. If you and Toby beg him for it enough, Brian will smile and insist that it couldn't hurt to get it, so he'll sigh dramatically and get it for you guys because he loves you and he's bad at saying no sometimes. Plus Tim likes it when you guys all come along because then it's easier to get people to help him carry in the fuck ton of groceries you need to feed over twenty people in the mansion. You and Toby usually turn it into a competition to see who can carry in the most at one time, and it makes Tim worry about you guys dropping things, but Brian thinks it's really cute and wholesome. He always cheers you on and hopes that you win.
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smoking weed with the proxies headcanons !! (๑´ㅂ`๑)
notes: first blog post !! ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹ i hope you all enjoy my content, and i cant wait to keep sharing my work with you all !!
warnings/disclaimers: drug use, implied romantic relationships/feelings.
toby !!
toby mellows out like nothing you've ever seen when he's high, truly.
doesn't take him too long to get high; after a few good puffs and a few good coughs, he's usually already past a buzz.
toby talks a lot when he's high and honestly prefers when whoever he's with does the same.
considering how talkative and "in your face" he usually is, it's a comfortable middle ground for him when he's high.
can't usually reach it when he's sober.
he's never one to turn down a smoke. ever.
hence why you two smoke so often in the first place.
blows his own hit into your mouth all the time.
(you taught him that)
gets the munchies soo bad.
you and him go back to the mansion with pink, half-lidded eyes and start opening kitchen cabinets every other day.
instead of asking to wake and bake with you, he's more inclined to go smoke in the dead of night.
he's woken you up oh so many times to smoke at 4am.
to be fair, a lot of the time, it's after a mission. so regardless, you groggily point to your tray and pj's, to which he brings both to you in bed :).
everything is terribly funny to you two when you guys are high.
everyone in the mansion can smell and hear you two.
hoodie !!
if any of the proxies smoke, it's hoodie.
and if any of them were to have weed on them, it's hoodie.
token stoner of the proxies, truly.
isn't a lightweight solely based on experience.
you'll have to roll a couple when you smoke with hoodie.
enough to make sure you two are high and a couple more just to push the envelope.
more of a listener than a talker when he smokes.
he'll nod through puffs and give you small noises of affirmations as you speak, but isn't inclined to go on his own tangents.
knows enough spots to take you to a new one every day if he so pleased.
will always laugh a little harder at your jokes.
you two always find an excuse to sneak away and smoke one together.
so much that it's practically a form of quality time for guys now.
sparks you up whenever he can. it's one of his biggest forms of flattery <3.
exceedingly knowledgeable on strains, so both of you tend to talk about what you like to smoke.
masky !!
masky doesn't smoke too often, to be quite honest.
but fuck does he have a high tolerance.
unlike toby, he's relatively far from being a lightweight.
it takes him about 3 or 4 joints to ease into a really good high.
he honestly runs hoodie for his money. he could smoke him out without even realizing it.
so, of course, you were absolutely fucking appalled when you went to roll another after having just smoked 3 back to back with him.
he admires that you try and keep up, though.
while he doesn't prefer to dominate the conversation when he's smoking, he definitely likes to talk.
loves smoking early in the morning. tempt him with a cup of coffee and a j, and he's aaaall yours.
he always lets you finish whatever is left, out of both courtesy and affection.
masky likes the intimacy of having his own spots, but he's taken you with him plenty of times, as you've done with him.
prefers sativa.
(it's the easiest way for him to be high on a mission.)
after almost every mission, you two will trail off into the woods, one of you already pulling out a lighter.
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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 10. toys
.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “festive little fantasies”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ your gift for copia surely got him excited….
pairing: papa copia x afab!reader
a/n: day 10!!!! i wrote this at a restaurant lmao
cw: nsfw content. vibrator. oral sex (f receiving). cunnilingus. edging.
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“… color me surprised, dolcezza. you sure know how to get a man going.” —❤︎
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“merry christmas, darling!”
“… what exactly are you beholding?”
your cheerful, beaming smile turned into a more deadpanned look as you heard a certain papa give you his usual sarcastic quip.
“it’s a present..?” you state in a rather sassy tone, holding the beautifully wrapped present out in your palms for him to see. “y’know, the shit you get on christmas?”
copia eyes the gift in your hands, and he just chuckles. “i know, amore. i’m just messing with you.”
your blank stare quickly morphed back into your excited, playful grin, and handed the box to copia, which he gladly took. it was a rather neatly wrapped gift. a medium sized box wrapped in glittery, red paper with cute snowflake patterns printed all over it. of course, you couldn’t forget the deep green laced bow on top of it, adding holiday charm to the present.
copia gave one of his usual half smiles and tapped the bow on top of the gift, the bow springing a little from the contact. “you surely outdid yourself on the wrapping with this one.”
“yeah, i did. i know i’m great, thank you very much.” you spoke while putting your hands on your hip and flicking your hair dramatically, taking pride in your excellent work.
copia rolled his eyes at you.
“you’re so dramatic sometimes.” he rebuked playfully, and you huffed while keeping your arms crossed.
“well i’m soooo sorry you can’t handle me and my glamorous personality.”
“you sure? i can definitely handle you well in bed—“
“just shut up and open the gift.”
copia laughed heartily, before sitting down in the edge of the bed and unwrapping the present carefully, the paper tears creating satisfying sounds. copia was slowly unraveling the box of its colorful wrapping, and he lifted the lid off of the box to expose… the prize.
his eyes widened a bit as he looked at the intriguing shape of the gift, the mere sight of it coloring his cheeks a hue of scarlet red. however, copia let out a soft, hearty chuckle, before smirking and pulling out the object you had nearly wrapped for him, cradling it with two hands to show it off to you.
“really?” he asked with an authoritative tone, but he was mostly joking. “you got me something that’ll help yourself.”
“heyyy it can help you too!” you exclaimed with a giggle. “help me, help you. mi casa es tu casa.”
“not sure if that’s the right analogy, darling. but whatever floats your boat.”
the gift you had gotten copia was rather… extravagant and sexual. a vibrator, to put it bluntly. however, it was one of the nicer and more high quality ones instead of the shitty porno vibrators you find at the back of a dusty attic. the color was rather beautiful too, a seductive deep shade of red with intricate, satanic-esque black designs that made it look like it was the toy of the devil himself. but the most striking thing about the vibrator, was copia’s name ingrained in beautiful calligraphy handwriting at the base of the toy.
copia looked at you, and you just gave him a mischievous, almost evil looking grin. what crafty little scamp you were.
“custom made just for you, babe.” you smirked, moving to sit next to copia and tapping your fingers on his shoulder in a ‘walking’ motion.
“… color me surprised, dolcezza. you sure know how to get a man going.”
“do you like it?”
“fuck. like is an understatement.”
copia’s gloved fingers gently grasped your chin and tilted your head upwards to make you look at him.
“you have no idea how badly i want to use this bad boy on you.” copia practically pants out, lust lacing his voice.
you groan and whisper in his ear. “then what are we waiting for?”
it didn’t take long before the two of you started to make out furiously. clothed came off in a heated frenzy as you both found yourselves tangled up in the bed, with nothing but your underwear on. copia just panted heavily as he separated his mouth from yours, a glimmering trail of saliva connecting to your guys’ mouths.
copia let out a grunt and buried his head between your legs. using his teeth, he caught the delicate fabric of your panties between them, before using his teeth to pull up your panties, flicking it off of your legs. he cursed at the sight of your dripping wet pussy.
“you look so appetizing.” copia breathed out. you were about to speak, but was quickly cut off with a loud moan when copia started to lap at your clit hungrily.
“oh fuuuck..” you cursed lowly, moaning and spreading your legs a little more as you felt copia eating you out like it’s his last meal, prepping you for the main event.
his tongue worked skillfully around the snensirive bundle of nerves, dripping his saliva all over your slickness and fucking you with his tongue real good. heavenly and airy moans escaped your lips, gripping onto copia’s hair like your life depended on it as you bucked your hips into his face, desperate to feel more of that pleasure.
copia grinned into your glittering cunt and delved his tongue deeper into your folds, moaning at the sweet taste of your nectar. “lucifer, you taste so good.”
after eating you out for a decent amount of time, copia drew his tongue away from your puffy cunt, before he reached his hand to the vibrator that was sitting on the quilt of your sheets. he shimmied himself behind you, that way your back was against his chest and his arm was wrapped around your middle. you moaned and teasingly ground your ass against his dick, making him let out a sharp gasp.
“you little tease.” copia jeered, and you just grinned.
“can’t help it.” you spoke.
copia just sighed and click the vibrator on, feeling it buzz in his hands for a bit. he then grinned before bringing it down between your legs, letting the head of it press against your already stimulated pussy. the pleasurable vibrations only made your legs jolt with pleasure, and you cried out in pure euphoria.
“a-ahh!”
“shhh… that’s it baby.. relax…”
he massaged the sex toy all over your aching red folds, watching you squirm in his grasp as you felt an intense amount of pleasure from the vibrator. copia got more bold and turned up the intensity of the vibrations slowly, before it was at max. you cried out loudly, feeling incredibly overwhelmed by pleasure, the vibrator making your puffy cunt flutter around the head of it, and making it super wet.
“you’re doing so good..” copia praised, his lips nibbling at your earlobe while he massaged the vibrator into your pussy. the feeling of pleasure was so intense.
you were close.
“f-fuck! copia! i need to cum!” you shrieked, voice high pitched and blissed out from how good you felt.
your orgasm was dangerously close, that edge of pleasure you needed to reach to feel fulfilled. you were getting closer.. and closer.. and closer…
… until the pleasure stopped.
looking behind you to see that copia turned off the vibrator, you whined in protest. copia didn’t say a word until he turned on the vibrator again and shoved the toy inside of you, making you shriek with pleasured-pain.
“i’m not going to let you cum until i say so. for now, just sit there like a good little fuck doll and let me play with your pussy.”
you just whimpered mindlessly, too focused on the vibrator fucking you to fully comprehend his words.
“alright then.. now.. take it, cara.”
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The DemiGods as content creators / you tubers
Percy: ngl I feel like he would be one of those annoying prank/joke youtubers that make skits and challenges and prank videos and amasses a huge fucking audience of people between the ages of 12-18
Annabeth: A booktuber! One of those 'that girl' lifestyle/study content creators. She has 2 channels, one where she post book hauls and deep dives into different tropes etc and another more chill one where she does study vlogs and all that :)
Jason: I feel like he would have the most random channel in the world nobody knows what's going on. One Tuesday he's in Austria because he accidentally fell asleep on a European train and next week he's posting a video of him learning how to fish with professionals and then there's a surprise ghost hunting episode in the mix.
Piper: Not too sure how to categorise this but she would have a very ChadChad vibe. Funny commentary / reaction videos sprinkled in with some funny skits and stuff in between.
Frank: off wouldn't it be so funny if he was a tiktok thirst trapper? yeah well he's not but he does make cooking videos!! very high quality videos with the best recipes. He has a series about cooking meals friendly for college students budget/time friendly and also Hazel always makes cameos to do a taste test.
Hazel: I think it would be really nice for her to have a very girly makeup/clothes/hair type channel? all her videos are so calming and aesthetic and cosy and she does so many q/n/a sessions she's kind of like being the internets big sister very cute very wholesome :)
Leo: He has a channel where he just builds things and talks. Now this might sound boring BUT it's kind of like ASMR in a way because Leo always has the most wild fucking stories and watching someone work is oddly calming. He takes requests where someone asks him to fix something of a specific model, Leo finds that exact model, breaks it in that specific way so that he can help his viewers!
Nico: OOOhhh he'd definitely be a gamer actually. A twitch streamer if you will. He plays the most random games and also somehow knows everybody for collaborations, like how tf did Nico invite Leo, Reyna, Percy and Jason to play among us with him how does he know these people.
Reyna: aaaaaahhhhh I don't know actually maybe she has two channels one where she does work out videos and stuff and the other one where she is very anti-alpha male podcast vibes,,just talking videos where she kind of talks sense into people and give people (mostly centred towards women) money advice and breakup advice and college advice you get the gist.
Octavian: Got cancelled.
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Hi Zoe! I hope you’re doing well and thank you for taking the time to read this. I was thinking, what if a similar situation happened like in ‘the crossing’ where fem reader gets stuck hanging on the ledge (could be for a different reason that they are hanging there) and they can’t swim? And for a bit more drama, almost drown but their Batcher s/o saves them? Thanks again for taking time to read this! 🙏
Aloha!
A nice idea! Let me see what I can do with that 😊
Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Hero Of The Day
Angst/Comfort/Reader Almost Drowning/Strong Language/Fluff
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The mine that Cid bought is a disaster. Ipsium is difficult to mine here, and not exactly in large quantities. You are determined to be helpful, leave the others behind and find a niche where you can find and mine high quality Ipsium. However, you have to climb over a deep abyss which's end you can't see, to do your work.
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Crosshair
"There you are. What are you doing?"
You roll your eyes but ask him with a smile, "What does it look like I'm doing, sweetie?"
He looks at you, seeing you propped up against the walls in awkward posture, working over a pit.
"Looking like a suicide attempt," he says dryly, looking down into the depths that eventually fade into blackness, not revealing its contents, "Come out of there."
"I know what I'm doing," you say stubbornly, reapplying your tool.
"I don't care, I want you to get out of there", he growls impatiently, and is already about to climb into the alcove with you.
A little annoyed, you say, "I'm almost done, Cross."
You shift your weight a little to look at him as he climbs toward you. As you do, a small piece of rock gives way under your right foot. You jerkily lose your footing and fall into the darkness, passing his hastily, in panic, outstretched hand.
His heart makes an unpleasant leap as you fall into the depths with a scream just past his fingers.
"Fucking hell!" he exclaims as he leaps after you at the same moment, heart racing wildly.
Crosshair's thoughts flip over at the speed of light in the seconds it takes him to fall, expecting to hit hard rock and break all his bones, or even land on your corpse, but instead icy spring water suddenly envelops him, an underground river in a cave system.
The current is incredibly strong, and he is immediately swept along. He rolls up to protect his body from possible collisions with rocks. He has his eyes open, but he can't see anything, it's all so impenetrable black, only now and then a light seems to come from somewhere that he can't place.
Crosshair remembers that you can't swim, so even if the river calmed down at one point, you would probably drown if he didn't find you, the thought sets his mind on fire. With an undertow, he suddenly descends, the river emptying into a small underground lake.
Hastily he struggles to the surface, coughs and looks around urgently. The cave he has landed in is riddled with fluorescent crystals that bathe the room in a ghostly, pale blue light.
Then he hears someone fidgeting in the water, turns to the soundscape and just sees you go under. Crosshair doesn't think, he quickly dives in your direction, gets a hold of you and struggles with you back to the surface and finally to shore.
You cough violently, trying to get the water out of your lungs. He helps you turn onto your side and holds you gently, his hands still shaky from the waning adrenaline.
When you stop coughing, he says sternly, "Why can't you listen to me for once?"
"It wasn't my fault, you distracted me," you protest.
He rolls his eyes.
"Oh please."
"Yes you did"
He turns you around to face him again and looks at you piercingly.
"Guilt aside, how do you feel? Are you hurt?"
You think for a moment and finally say, "Shaky, but unhurt, I think".
With a sigh, he leans his forehead against yours.
"You're going to give me a heart attack someday".
Wrecker
He is scared to the bone and terrified of the depths he is looking into as he looks down.
"You really shouldn't be climbing around here, my dear."
"I'm almost done," you say focused, handing him another tube you've filled with Ipsium.
Wrecker accepts it and stows it away carefully, then watches you again, frowning nervously.
"At least let me get a rope to secure you with, just in case".
You sigh softly and say, "Wrecker, sweetie, I'll be done in a minute".
He sighs as well and says seriously, "That really makes me nervous to see you doing gymnastics there"
"I'm not doing gymnastics, I'm mining Ipsium" you correct him laughing softly.
"You know what I mean," he grumbles unwillingly.
"This is the last one," you say, handing him another tube.
Wrecker tucks it away and says with relief, "Good, then give me your hand, so I can-"
He interrupts himself as you suddenly slip and disappear from his sight with a scream before he can reach his arm out to you. Wrecker's chest tightens, he squeezes himself into the small alcove and looks down. Everything inside of him is struggling in wild panic, and yet he jumps after you, not knowing what awaits him down there.
You are in panic as the cold water closes around you, but even worse is the suction that the current has. Resistance is futile, you are swept away with the water masses, again and again your head is underwater, no matter how much you pedal and try to resist the suction. You swallow water while fighting against drowning.
It's like a horror roller coaster ride, with the continuous fear of death and the masses of water pulling you along like a toy ball. Then you plunge once more into the depths and the torrent of water no longer tears at you, but you struggle to the surface in panic. In your mind, you curse never having learned to swim.
The shore is not far away and yet it is much too far for you, as you have no idea how to reach it. Then you hear a scream and someone else falls into the small lake you are in.
You cough and try to call his name, but you keep swallowing water. Still, he spots you and as his strong hands reach for you, a wave of relief washes over you, causing you to burst into tears.
Wrecker pulls you to shore, you see him in the light of the glowing crystals in the cave you landed in. He takes off his helmet and drops it, grabbing your face and talking soothingly to you.
It takes a moment for you to calm down in his arms and cough up the water.
"Are you hurt?" you hear him ask gently.
Shakily, you answer, "I don't think so."
He squeezes you lovingly, softly with relief, and says, "Let's never do that again."
Echo
"Do you really think this is a good idea?" he asks critically when he spots you in the alcove.
You fill the next tube and say, "This ipsium is much purer than what we found in the other mine."
Echo frowns and says, "But it's much more dangerous to mine. You've seen that there's a deep abyss below you?"
"Yes, I'm aware of that, Echo."
He sighs and accepts the next tube from you.
"I don't like this, I should do this".
You look at him and say softly, "Echo, this is even more dangerous for you and your prosthetics than it is for me"
He grumbles softly to himself, but doesn't contradict you.
As you hand him another tube, he says impatiently, "Okay, that's more than enough, now get out of there"
With a sigh and a roll of your eyes, you finally give in to him, hand him your tools and begin to turn in the alcove to climb out, careful not to fall. Echo immediately reaches out and grabs your wrist as soon as you are within reach. The timing is perfect, because at the same moment you slip on the rock and lose your footing.
Echo immediately drops backwards to pull you towards him with his weight. You land above him with your heart pounding, his hand still tight around your wrist. You both breathe heavily, startled.
Then his eyes narrow critically as you look at each other.
"I told you it was dangerous, if I hadn't been there you would have fallen," he grumbles.
You're still all startled, the echo of the shock still in your bones, so you don't answer him right away.
"I don't even want to imagine what would have happened if I hadn't been there," he says a little softer when he sees the look on your face.
You collect yourself and finally say nudgily, "We have the Ipsium, don't we?"
He sighs and lowers his head back.
"You are missing the point here."
You kiss his chin and he looks back at you.
"You're going to be my downfall one day, one way or another" Echo says with a wry smile.
"Don't say such dark things," you reply, kissing his chin again.
AC: I left out the water in Echo's part because I wasn't sure how well Echo could swim with the prosthetics.
Hunter
"Why am I not surprised?"
You hear Hunter's voice and look cautiously over your shoulder in his direction. He looks critically at your position in the small alcove above the abyss. You can tell he doesn't like what he sees. He seems worried.
You smile, unperturbed, and tell him, "Don't worry, I'm almost done."
He sighs softly and says, "Okay, but be careful."
"I always am," you say lightly, cheerfully.
You are so happy that you can contribute something to your mission. But Hunter raises his eyebrows critically at your comment and says, "Oh yeah?"
You laugh softly and ask, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Again you hear Hunter sigh, then he says, "Nothing, sweetie, just be careful."
You fill the last tube, handing him the tube as well as your tools before you set about climbing back. He has climbed halfway into the alcove to help you as you lose your footing as one of the rocks crumbles beneath your feet. You slump down, Hunter getting hold of the sleeve of your jacket, but not your arm. The fabric tears noisily and you still fall.
Heart racing, Hunter stares in disbelief for a second or two at the torn piece of fabric in his clenched hand in panic. Then he looks down into the blackness where you have disappeared screaming and are now silent.
Thoughts are racing through your head, and yet none of them form properly as you fight in absolute panic against the icy masses of water that are sweeping you along. Again and again you swallow water, get it into your nose, into your lungs. Your head keeps coming up above the water, but you don't get a chance to catch your breath, because the next moment you're being pulled down again by the current.
Then you fall, and there's this feeling in your stomach as if you're on a roller coaster going downhill, or miss a step while climbing stairs, before you hit the surface of the water again and sink into it.
You struggle to the surface in a panic, your legs are so tense they feel like they are cramping. You can barely keep your face above the water, wriggling, coughing and unable to think clearly.
Then you feel something wrapping around the middle of your body. A new wave of panic rises in you. You are not familiar with this planet, you are somewhere deep in a river in a cave system, who knows what lives down here. The memory of your first encounter with a Dianoga is still very vivid in your mind. You begin to scream and wriggle, trying to free yourself.
It takes you a moment to hear Hunter's voice.
"Easy, love, easy."
You hyperventilate, shaking in his grip, trying to clear your head, and only very slowly does the realization sink in that you are about to be rescued. You start to cry as he pulls you ashore.
"It's okay, sweetheart, you're safe, it's going to be okay," he says gently, finally pulling you out of the water.
Hunter takes off the helmet and sets it down on the ground next to you, then he bends over you kneeling next to you, takes off his gloves and gently strokes your face.
"Hey, it's me, everything's fine, we made it through".
When you finally calm down, he says in gentle admonition, "I told you to be careful."
You blink looking at him, ashamed, but also grateful and still completely lost for words. You fall around his neck and cling to him, eliciting a surprised, "Oh?!" from him.
Hunter gently wraps his arms around you, kisses your cheek, and says with a soft, quiet laugh, "You didn't think I was just going to let you disappear like that."
Tech
"I appreciate your efforts, but you're taking quite a risk," he says critically, taking a closer look at your position as you squat there in the alcove above the chasm, mining Ipsium.
"I'll be careful," you assure him, "Besides, I'm almost done, my beloved."
He smiles, he loves it when you call him that, warmth rises in his cheeks every time. But his face immediately turns serious again.
"Please just don't fall"
"Are you really that worried about me?" you ask, amused.
Tech adjusts his goggles with his index finger while still keeping an eye on you and says, "First and foremost, yes. But secondly, I'd have to jump in after you if you fell, we don't know what's down there, so I'm not necessarily eager to do that."
You frown in surprise.
"You'd jump after me?"
"Of course," Tech says without hesitation.
You smile at him, "My hero."
Tech blinks a little shyly to the side, and you can see his ears turn red.
"Anytime, my dear" he finally says, a bit bashfully.
You finally hand him the last tube with a smile then the tool before you set about climbing out of the alcove when a piece of the rock unexpectedly breaks away from under you, and you fall down with a jolt.
Tech rushes forward, still trying to grab you, but his hand narrowly misses yours. He doesn't think for long, as he said before, he jumps right after you, even though all his organs seem to knot up at the same moment.
It's so cold, so dark, and you're completely helpless in the torrent of water. Panic floods your mind like the water overflows your body. You fight hard against drowning, against the current, but it seems futile.
It seems to take an eternity and yet, all of a sudden, you fall. You are still in the water, but there is no current anymore. Panic-stricken, you struggle to the surface of the water and try to hold yourself up.
It's not quite so dark anymore, the cave you landed in is riddled with glowing crystals. Actually a very beautiful sight, but right now you have absolutely no eyes for it, you just don't want to drown.
"Hold still," you suddenly hear Tech's voice and against your panic, you do exactly what he says, trusting him without hesitation.
You feel his arm around you, and the next moment you are pulled by him to the shore of the underground lake. You shiver all over, not only because you are wet, and it is cold down here, but also because the adrenaline is starting to wear off.
Hearing Tech coughing next to you, you look at him.
"I'm sorry," you say meekly.
He moves closer to you, puts an arm around you, and drops beside you, exhausted.
"It's okay," he says a little breathlessly, "We're still alive, my love."
You blink, look at him and say, deeply moved, "You really jumped in after me".
Tech nods slowly.
"Of course. Why would I say that if I wasn't willing to do it?"
You say quietly, "That's still two different things for most"
"Not for me," he says with conviction.
You smile gratefully at him, full of deep affection for this wonderful man.
"I love you," you say softly.
You see his cheeks blush slightly before he says softly, "I love you too," and his lips touch yours.
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// Welcome to Kink K. Ink. inked 01 //
*The nature of this series may be not be appropriate for all readers. Content warnings include: vulgarity, heavy swearing, and implications of adult relations. Due to these themes, this series may not be suitable for readers under the age of 16. Reader discretion is advised.*
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“Tsukishima’s here.”
“Send him on back, Akaashi!” With a snap of his gloves and swivel of his stool, Kuroo Tetsurou turned to face his last client of the day. “Let’s get this sleeve finished, Tsukki dude.”
By now, Kuroo had gotten used to the unamused look that settled upon his client’s features every time that ridiculous nickname was used, but all the same, Tsukishima sat himself down in the leather seats just like he had done countless times before, rolling up the sleeve of his t-shirt to give his high school friend full access to his shoulder.
“You know the drill by now. We’re going to wipe it down, put the stencil on, you can check placement and design, and then we’ll get started, cool?” There isn’t even a moment for the young man to answer before the cool wipe is passed over his shoulder and the stencil to complete the full look is placed onto the newly clean area. Tsukki turned his body to look in the mirror at the foot of the chair, offering a slight nod of approval before sitting back. “This should finish it all out and really pull together the rest of the sleeve,” Kuroo states, letting the hum of the tattoo machine fill the room as his foot eases down on the pedal.
It seemed like just yesterday he was picking up a machine for the very first time. But now, the weight of the machine and its steady vibration had just become a part of him. Day in and day out, Kuroo Tetsurou did nothing but create the most incredible art pieces, punching ink directly into the skin, watching as his own creation stumbled into existence at his very own fingertips. And at only 27, massive success as a tattoo artist hidden under his belt, he was able to open the doors to a shop of his very own, nothing but a handful of friends and a love for his art to push him forward.
“Hey, Kuroo!”
“I’m busy!”
“Dude, it’ll be quick, I promise!”
Kuroo leaned away from Tsukishima’s arm, easing his foot off the pedal, letting the hum fade. He lifted his head and nearly fell off of his stool from the surprise. “Dude, what the actual fuck.”
Kuroo had never really regretted having his best friend work alongside him in the shop. He would get free piercings or jewelry in exchange for regular touch-ups. But it was moments like these where the tattoo artist had serious questions for his past self. Bokuto Koutarou stood before him, a needle stuck through the septum cartilage of his nose as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“What do you mean ‘what the fuck.’ I have a question.”
“Why is there a needle in your nose!”
“I was piercing it, duh.” His friend looked at him with confused eyes as if the needle and his title of body piercer really should’ve been telling enough. But, rather than continuing with what he had to say, Bokuto turned the chair on the other side of Tsukishima around to seat himself backwards, arms leaning against the back of the chair. “What’s good, Tsukki dude! I didn’t know you were coming in today! When are you gonna let me pierce those ears, huh?” He teased, reaching his hand out to lightly flick Tsukishima’s earlobe.
“You are not going anywhere near me with a needle.”
“Oh, come on! I’m good! You can ask Kuroo. Bro, aren’t I a good piercer?”
Kuroo nodded at Tsukishima, slowly turning his machine back on to return to his work. “He is pretty good. Helps that Akaashi always orders quality jewelry so it heals better. If you really wanted to, Bokuto could do your ears right now. I mean, you are going to be here for a while.”
“I am not letting Bokuto pierce my ears. Especially when he has a needle up his own damn nose.”
Bokuto wiggled his nose a little as if he had completely forgotten about the needle all together. “Easy fix. ‘Kaashi! Will you bring me that ring I put in the autoclave?”
Akaashi’s heavy sigh could be heard from the front of the shop as he slid his chair away from the counter to bring Bokuto what he had asked for. He pushed the curtain to the side, placing the tiny septum ring into Bokuto’s hand. “Remember to get rid of that needle properly,” he chided, eyeing the piercer with uncertainty.
“That was one time!”
“Yeah and we got fined for it.”
“We?! I distinctly remember that coming out of my paycheck!”
“Which comes out of my profits,” Kuroo added, shaking his head as he moved the machine over Tsukishima’s skin. “You’re going to be the reason we get shut down, bro.”
“Then we’ll just open a new shop! Easy, bro.” Bokuto reached across to sock Kuroo in the shoulder, sending a jolt through the artist’s body that only dragged an ugly line over the face of the portrait, right where the cherry red lips would’ve gone.
Kuroo slowly raised his head to stare at his friend through narrowed eyes, the shadows cast across his face from his hair only adding an extra layer of intimidation. “I’m going to beat your ass.”
Bokuto’s body stilled, fingers coming to a halt just as he was twisting the last bead onto his nose ring. Wide eyes darted from the tattoo artist and back to his reflection in the mirror. There’s a pointed look from cat like eyes as the hum of a tattoo machine comes to a stop. Before Bokuto even had the chance to make his escape, the machine had been placed gingerly on the table and the quiet peel of latex gloves leaving Kuroo’s hands was the only noise to this ominous soundtrack.
“Akaashi. . . Akaashi, help me,” Bokuto whispered, slowly getting up from his seat, eyeing his high school setter with pleading eyes.
An all too familiar teasing smirk settled onto his tired face as he turned away. “Don’t break anything,” Akaashi stated simply, rounding the corner back towards the front of the shop.
“Akaashi!”
“Akaashi can’t help you now, you little bitch.” And as quickly as his words ended, Kuroo was leaping over Tsukki in hot pursuit of his very own almost-perfect weapon of mass destruction.
Bokuto’s chair clattered to the ground in a desperate effort to keep Kuroo’s long legs at bay for a few extra seconds that could be essential for escape. But he simply hopped over the new obstacle, fingers grasping at the soft cotton of the piercer’s t-shirt, but a quick twist had Kuroo’s hand slipping without firm purchase on anything.
“Get back here, you absolute cow!”
“Hey! Just because you’re mad that you don’t have an absolute dump truck of an ass,” Bokuto pauses, sending a loud smack to his butt, wiggling it in Kuroo’s direction, “doesn’t mean that you get to be mean about it.”
“What? Did I hurt your poor little feelings?”
Bokuto laid a hand over his heart, golden eyes pouting at his friend. “You know what, yeah, you kinda did, bro.”
Kuroo’s shoulders drooped and the intensity in his eyes disappeared, softening as he took tedious steps in Bokuto’s direction. “Bro, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I shouldn’t take my insecurities out on you like that.”
“It’s okay, bro. I forgive you.”
“Bring it in, bro?” Kuroo held open his arms. His true bro nodded solemnly, opening his own arms to engage in the manly exchange of friendship, a bro hug to end all bro hugs, heavy slaps to the back that concluded the concerto of shouts and pounding footsteps against the tile floor. “It really is too bad, bro.”
“What is, bro?”
“That you fell right into my trap!”
Bokuto’s frantic shrieking as he tried to wiggle out of the headlock that he had been forced into pierced the air and it would’ve had the desired effect on an untrained ear, but Kuroo knew. He had trained and prepared over many years to be unphased by the absolute pterodactyl screeches that Bokuto was capable of producing.
“You fucked up my tattoo, you piece of shit,” Kuroo hissed, rubbing the knuckles of his free hand against Bokuto’s scalp, only making the piercer writhe in his grasp even more, pleas and apologies dripping from his tongue.
“Please! Please, I’m sorry! Just let me go,” he begged. “I’ll buy your lunch!”
“You owe me a lot more lunches than just one!”
“Okay, okay! I’ll buy your lunch for the rest of the week!”
It really was as simple as that. The promise of food was enough for Kuroo’s arm to release its hold around Bokuto. “You’re lucky that I’m so kind.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re so gracious,” Bokuto muttered, staring at his reflection in an effort to fix his hair that had been displaced from Kuroo’s ruthless assault on his head.
Kuroo released a hefty sigh as he sat back down on his stool, staring at the now mess of a tattoo. “Listen, man. I’m going to need a bit to figure out how to work Bokuto’s fine design skills into this, so just sit back and chill for a bit while I get some sketches going, okay? I don’t know, maybe Akaashi will let you do one of his sudoku puzzles. Go get some lunch, take a nap, beat Bokuto’s ass, I don’t really care. But, you’re going to have to give me a bit, cool?”
“You really should put a door to this room instead of just a curtain. You could keep a lot of pests out,” Tsukishima grumbles, sitting forward in the chair to lean his elbows on his knees.
Bokuto quickly turns around to give one of his not-at-all-terrifying glares, adding a loud, “Hey! I am not a pest!”
The blond snickered in response, a twisted smirk present on his lips. “Never said you were. But, now that you mention it, a door with a lock might be better.”
“Tsukki! Aren’t we supposed to be friends?”
“I don’t remember us being friends. I come to get tattoos, not hang out with you.”
“Yeah, so that’s why you sat around until we closed last time? To get tattoos? Nice try, Tsukki dude. You know you love us.”
“I’m going to get a coffee.” Tsukishima shakes his head, fending off the laughter and high-fives from the other two, securing their win in his lack of an objection.
“Bring me back a black coffee,” Akaashi’s voice calls from where he was sat at the front counter, his eyes never leaving his current puzzle.
Kuroo’s laugh fills the shop. “You’ve had like three cups already. Shouldn’t you drink, I don’t know, water?”
“There’s water in coffee.”
“Akaashi, I’m pretty sure that doesn’t count.”
“You’re bitching an awful lot today. I think you’re dehydrated. Maybe you should drink some water. Tsukishima, bring Kuroo back an ice water, will you?”
“Akaashi!”
“Make it two. He’s really dehydrated.”
“Two waters and a black coffee. Okay,” Tsukishima mutters, typing out the list on his phone. “I’ll be back.” There wasn’t even time for Bokuto to add in his request for a hot chocolate or for Kuroo to object to the order that was placed for him because Tsukishima was already leaving, the little silver bell jingling above the door being the only noticeable sign of his departure.
And the time should’ve passed normally. Everyone had busied themselves with their own work. Akaashi placed orders for new jewelry, more inks, new needles and gloves, everything that possibly could’ve been needed. Bokuto’s next appointment for the day had come in, the quiet sounds of his voice as he soothed his client’s nerves resonating through the shop.
“We’re going to do three deep breaths, okay? You’ll feel a little pinch on the third and some pressure as I put the jewelry in. Ready? One . . .”
It was the jingle of the bell, the signal that should have signaled Tsukishima’s return, that pulled heads away from tasks and it was Akaashi’s steady, “Welcome to Kink. How can I help you?” that had Kuroo’s head snapping away from his sketchbook.
“Stop calling it Kink! You know it’s K dot Ink, you bastard!”
There was a murmur of a voice that was unrecognizable before Akaashi spoke up again. “I’m sorry. He’s busy right now preparing work for another client. Can I take a message? I’ll pass it along to him once he’s free. Excuse me- Excuse me! You can’t go back there without an appointment! Bokuto!”
Akaashi really thought that Bokuto’s large stature coming to block your path, still gloved up from his current client, would’ve deterred you, but you simply shouldered past him, a white-knuckled grip on a small black binder. You stopped in front of him, the tattoo artist whose work you had admired on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook. The one who drove you to want to pick up the trade yourself. The one who was known for turning potential apprentices away at the door without so much as humoring them with a glance at their portfolio.
It was the binder slamming down on his table, sending pens scattering across the floor that finally forced those amber eyes up in your direction, unamusement painted over his features.
“And who the fuck are you?”
“Y/N. I’m your new apprentice.”
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Pierro be worshipping at his wife feet when they’re alone. Doing all cute couple stuffs and some spicy rough bedtime. If he’s a yandere all of this would be x10 which is just 😚.
Warnings : yandere theme, hints of blood and gore, hints of past noncon/dubcon, feeding kink.
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“My dear, can’t use your wrists? It seems I went to hard on you last night. No need to try feeding for yourself, don’t want it to be worse right?” He picked up your spoon which is not even full and re-scoop the stew again and again till he deems it’s an enough amount for you. But that’s scoop can’t fill a child while mouth.
“It’s still hot, I’d hate to see little you burn your tongue.” He said and blowing smokes from the stew. This time you agreed, the foods he make always hot like ironing your tongue especially when he adds spice.
“There we go, open your mouth.” Knowing it’s better to obey, you complied. It’s absolutely delightful and delicious with a bit of bitter iron taste. But that’s fine, it’s better than his bread soup.
“Let’s finish this bowl of stew, shall we?” This morning will drag till almost noon. You’re sure of it.
omg THIS ur so smart nonnie lemme give you a respectful kith, i've been re reading this since yesterday
warnings: yandere themes, dark content, yandere!pierro, possessive/obsessive behavior, mentions of violence/gore (not against reader), dependency, reader is a bit of a ditz, slight infantilisation, implied large age gap but reader is explicitly stated to be an adult!, fem!reader, 17+content, also possible spoilers for pierro's past
OKAY SO, imagine yandere pierro who indeed would worship his little wife, literally worship the ground she walks on, everything you'd ever think of, every little desire will be yours and he'll make sure of it but unfortunately everything comes at a price, a high price
pierro is the definition of the perfect leader, he has all the needed qualities; he's firm and excludes this dominant aura that commands respect wherever he goes, he's cunning and resolute, always knows what to say, when to say and how to say it, and although he's not much of a talker he excludes a type of charisma that draws everyone to him, you saw numerous times how he wields ultimate power and you knew from the first day that the lord harbinger, the jester, wasn't someone you'd wanna have a conflict with
but with all those qualities came also the much darker and apparently not so well hidden desires
pierro is someone who once lost everything, his people, his country and all of that because of arrogance, because there was someone smarter, stronger, wiser than him, because they didn't fucking listen and where did that lead his king and countrymen? to a bloody massacre and a lost kingdom
now he makes sure that you listen to every single word that drips from him mouth, in his mind he doesn't do anything wrong and can you really blame him? he just wants to protect you from all evil, you're the light of his life, the only good thing that's left in this sorry excuse of a world so he has the natural urge to protect
and it really helps him that you're still so naive, so young; sure you're an adult, but compared to him you've seen nothing, you know nothing about the cruelties of the world, the archons who dare to proclaim themselves to be gods
pierro loves it when you cling onto his broad scarred chest while you're both naked in bed as he tells you yet another story of his many glorious victories in battle, of every opponent he ruthlessly slaughtered, the little gasps you let out as the strong arm he has around you slides from your shoulder you the dip of your waist and lets his claws caress the skin there as he grins lightly, sharp canines glinting in the light of the fireplace at the little mewl you let out when he tells you to pay close attention to what he's saying, his hand slipping lower under the thick fur you're under
also he can't let you step out of line right? so he loves to gently remind you, the short albeit sharp talons digging into your delicate little face, that without him you'd still be stuck in that little hovel you called your home, cramped in one tiny house with your dirt-poor family in the shitty little backwater village where he picked you up from on one of his campaigns
he almost feels bad when your beautiful big eyes fill with crystal tears which quickly fall down in thin rivulets down your cheeks as you solemnly nod your head, a tiny 'yes i understand sir' falls from your trembling lips and it's then when his ice-cold heart breaks a little, he hates seeing you cry outside of the tears of pleasure while he's making love to you but this needs to be done, he has to make sure you understand that you're simply not strong enough to survive in the harsh world outside the palace, his tiny lovely wife
so he's quick to wipe off your tears and bring your face, this time gently, closer to his where he lays a chaste but loving kiss on your full lips and delicately touches his forehead to yours before he speaks in a deep hushed voice;
'i know darling, i'm so sorry but you have to understand, you're all i have and i can't loose you to man, beast or god. come with me love, it's late already so let's go to bed so i can properly apologise'
pierro rumbled and when he saw the wide, doe-eyed look in your eyes and the shy little smile that graced your lips he knew he had you right where he wanted to
after all, it's all for the best for you~
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Nights in Miami (NSFW 18+)
First Lady of Private Garden Fic
AN: THE WAIT IS FINALLY OVER!!
Synopsis: When you harmlessly give another guy your attention that is not your husband, Jack decides to take matters into his own hands and teach you a lesson.
Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader
Requested by: Basically all of you lol
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You and Jack had invited a few of your close friends to spend two weeks with you at the beach house you two had recently purchased in Miami.
You had recently gone on a girls trip about a month and a half ago to Miami and decided you wanted to have somewhere to go and escape for when you needed a break.
Of course your husband said yes when you asked him.
It was huge to say the least and looked over the water.
We had all of PG, Druski, Sza, Megan, Saweetie, Clay, Lil Nas X, Sunni, and Cope in attendance and just last week you were telling them how much you missed them so you decided this would be a good opportunity to spend quality time with them.
All of you were currently getting ready for a club appearance that you and Jack had and then the vacation could really begin since the two of you weren't booked for anything else for the rest of your time in Miami.
You were currently looking for an outfit to wear as Jack came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you.
“I can’t wait to fuck you on the beach.” He whispered in your ear and you immediately rolled your eyes.
“Jackman! Cut it out and no! I am not about to get sand in my vagina and be uncomfortable for the rest of this vacation.”
“I’ll put down a towel!”
“Take your little horny ass on somewhere while I get ready.”
“Please because we should have left an hour ago and here we are waiting on you as per usual.”
“Well if you stop pestering me about getting sand in my vagina then maybe I can get ready.”
“Seriously?!”
“You heard me, move it.”
“Gimme a kiss first.”
You rolled your eyes but of course gave into his request giving him several in the hopes that he would leave you alone.
“Now, hurry up.” Jack lightly tapped your ass before you rolled your eyes and made your way into the bathroom in order to get ready.
Jack then went downstairs to wait in the living room with everyone else and of course their first question was to ask where you were.
“Uh, baby girl is missing.” Clay said while looking around for you.
“You already know she takes forever. I never understand this. She’ll start to get ready before everyone else, but still be the last one downstairs to get in the car.”
“You should’ve known from her habits in high school that she wasn’t going to break out of that anytime soon.”
“It’s a damn shame and she is about to be late to her own funeral. I was surprised she was on time when we got married.”
“That doesn’t count because you went and got her and drove her to the courthouse.” Quiiso piped up and laughed.
“Forgot about that, you right.”
“Hopefully when you have the big wedding she’ll be on time.”
“Saweetie, you have now been put in charge to make sure that happens.”
“Why me?!”
“You’re her best friend aren’t you?! And more than likely going to be her maid of honor.”
“Oh, I guess you have a point.”
Within another twenty minutes, you were all piled in two black escalades on the way to the event.
Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, cozane, druski2funny, saweetie, and 3,459,182 others
y/ninsta: Making an appearance at LIV with my baby jackharlow come and see us and we brought some friends along!!
jackharlow: damn my baby so fine 😍😍
y/ninsta: jackharlow baby! stop! 🙈
jackharlow: y/ninsta I WILL NOT 😉
urbanwyatt: jackharlow yall better not fuck in vip like that one time
y/ninsta: urbanwyatt I don't recall bby. jackharlow what is he talking about?
jackharlow: y/ninsta no idea mamas
urbanwyatt: yall get on my damn nerves 😑
druski2funny: we about to shut this shit down!
lilnasx: druski2funny please act like you got some sense when we get up in here
saweetie: lilnasx he never does lol
druski2funny: yall need to stop hating 😤
y/ninsta: I can't wait to pop my coochie so they better play theestallion when we get there
jackharlow: y/ninsta EXCUSE ME? You only popping that shit FOR ME. NO ONE ELSE.
y/ninsta: jackharlow well I guess I can give you a lap dance in vip 🤭
claybornharlow: NO! CUT THE SHIT! I DIDN'T COME ALL THIS WAY TO HEAR YALL FUCK ALL NIGHT
jackharlow: claybornharlow stop cockblocking little brother
claybornharlow: 🙄🙄🙄
Once you all arrived at LIV, all of you immediately went and got comfortable in VIP and since you and Jack were treating them the two of you let them know that the first round would be covered by you.
You and the girls decided that all of you wanted to head down towards the bar below and mingle with some of your fans since people had paid a good amount of money to see you so you figured it was only right.
Jack promised to keep an eye on you and told you if anyone made you uncomfortable that he would be watching and that everyone better had kept their hands to themselves.
So, then it shouldn’t have surprised you when a random dude came up to you and started making small talk that Jack was annoyed. Jack could immediately tell that he was flirting with you and you were so oblivious and eating that shit right up which instantly made him pissed off.
“Got damn, Jack what is the problem?” 2fo asked while trying to follow his gaze. He was convinced that Jack was about to burn a hole in the back of this guy’s head for being so close to his wife.
“You already know what’s wrong. You know no one gets close to the first lady without his approval and it looks like someone just did without his approval.” Sunni replied while looking at how the guy leaned in a little bit closer to you and you then continued to smile.
Jack’s jaw was now clenched at the scene in front of him.
He trusted you, of course he did.
But, the jealousy was getting the better of him and the last thing he wanted to do was cause a scene so he opted to address the issue later.
In the bedroom.
“Got damn, Jack if he gets any closer he might as well be in her draws!”
“Druski, if you don’t shut the hell up! You never know what the fuck to say out your mouth.” Lil Nas X exclaimed before looking at him in disbelief.
“What? Yall act like I’m lying.”
“Oh it looks like Saweetie went over there. Hopefully she did to try and save her.”
“Wait…. Wait…. Oh! I know he did not just try to give her his number.”
“That’s it!” Jack said while attempting to hop up off the couch and make his way down below.
“You better get your ass back here and not make a scene. Megan stepped in front of her and it looks like she’s telling him to back off. I highly doubt he knows you’re here. There’s no way he would have done it if he knew.”
“Well he’s about to find out. Fuck this shit.”
Jack then made his way downstairs from V.I.P. and over to where you and the girls were standing. He put his arm around your waist and turned you around to roughly kiss you.
“Oh, hi baby!” You said smiling up at him and bringing him into a hug.
“Hi mamas. I want you back upstairs with me.” Jack said while eyeing the dude who was clearly now uncomfortable from his presence.
“Okay, I just wanted to get another drink.”
“I’ll get it, start making your way back.”
“Okay, come on ladies. It was nice meeting you Jason and of course you know my boo Jack Harlow.”
“Husband.”
“Likewise and yeah I’m a big fan of your music too.”
“Mm hmm, I’m sure you are.” Jack responded while looking Jason up and down as he kept a close eye on you as you and the girls walked back upstairs making sure you didn’t make any detours.
“You about to get your ass torn up later.” Megan said and let out a small laugh.
“What, why?”
“That dude was flirting with you right in front of your husband’s face and you didn’t notice?” Sza replied dumbfounded on how you didn’t understand what had just happened.
“Wait, he was?”
“Girl, please don’t tell me you’re that oblivious. He tried to give you his number before I snatched it out his hand. You ain’t about to have Jack mad at all of us.”
“I honestly didn’t know and besides everyone knows I only have eyes for Jack.”
“Apparently he didn’t. Jack was watching you the entire time and it’s safe to say that he’s pissed. I was trying to give your ass a signal, but you wouldn’t look at me.”
“No, I’m sure he’s fine.”
“I honestly can’t wait to tell you I told you so.”
Jack had ordered you your favorite drink and then made his way back up as well. He handed it to you as he took a seat next to you and you happily accepted.
Jack was quiet for the rest of the night and you had a feeling that Megan was right.
Every time you asked him what was wrong, he would always reply with the same answer before kissing your temple.
“Nothing, baby.”
He was about to tear your ass up later and you didn’t believe him for a second and you were nervous as hell.
—--
You were on the balcony looking up at the night sky when you suddenly felt a presence behind you.
Jack placed his right hand around your neck and leaned down to whisper in your ear.
"So, you out in these streets entertaining other dudes?"
"What are you even talking about?"
"You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about. How you about to flirt with someone else in front of your husband?"
"But I wasn't!"
"You sure about that?" Jack asked while his grip on you became tighter instantly making you wet.
"Babe, I would never…"
"But you did. And therefore your ass needs to be taught a lesson."
Jack immediately reached under your robe you were wearing to discover you weren't wearing anything underneath it.
"Just like I fucking thought. You proved me right. Acting like a slut in these streets."
"I was literally about to go to sleep!"
"I don't even want to hear it so you can stop with the excuses."
Jack then slid into you without warning making you gasp and you immediately gripped the rails on the balcony.
"Oh shit, babe."
"Don't you fucking speak unless I tell you to. I'm mad as shit at you right now."
"But…"
"I swear if you don't close that pretty mouth of yours I'll make sure to find something to put in it to keep you quiet."
Jack then increased his pace in and out of you and you couldn't help but to scream out in pleasure.
"I thought I told your ass to keep quiet?"
You tried to put one hand over your mouth as the other one was gripping the railing because of the force, but nothing was working.
Jack took it upon himself to stick two of his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on to keep quiet.
"You better take this shit and stop running away from me."
"Babe…. I…"
"You out here giving other dudes all this attention and you know you're fucking married?"
"I was just being nice! Fuckkkkk."
"Whose pussy is this?"
Jack was met with your whimpering instead of an answer so he asked you again.
"I asked you whose pussy is this?" Jack asked while increasing his pace in and out of you.
"Babe… fuck…."
"Mrs. Harlow, I am only going to ask you one more fucking time. WHOSE PUSSY IS THIS?!"
"YOURS!"
"That's what I fucking thought so your ass needs to start acting like it."
"And stop running from me." Jack demanded as he held a tighter grip on you afraid that you would get too close to the railing and go over it.
Knowing you and how you liked to run from him, he took extra precautions.
"And you better not cum until I tell you to."
Meanwhile downstairs Urban, Quiiso, Saweetie, Sza, and Lil Nas X were having a smoke session when they suddenly heard a consistent banging noise.
"Did yall hear that?"
"Oh shit don't tell me they bought this damn house and now it's haunted."
"No, I don't think so…." Saweetie responded while trying to listen closer.
All of them were on the deck outside when Saweetie had the bright idea to look up and see Jack pounding mercilessly into you on the balcony connected to the bedroom.
"ARE YALL FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!? CAN'T TAKE YALL ASSES ANYWHERE."
Now everyone came to see what the commotion was and followed Saweetie's gaze upward.
"YALL NASTY AS ALL HELL!"
"GO IN THE DAMN BEDROOM!"
"AYEEEE I SEE YALL!"
“CLAY YOUR BROTHER NASTY AS SHIT!”
“HE ALWAYS HAS BEEN!”
"NOW YALL SEE THE SHIT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH ON A DAILY BASIS!"
"JACK IS TEARING HER ASS UP!"
"SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE’S ABOUT TO GO OVER THE RAILING!"
"I knew this was about to happen. All because of that dude talking to her earlier. Jack was ready to kill him."
"And they haven't even noticed that we saw them."
"I FUCKING NOTICED AND DON'T GIVE A SHIT!" Jack yelled back down at them and they proceeded to bust out laughing while you were literally trying not to lose your grip on the railing.
"They literally cannot keep their hands off each other."
You woke up the next morning with your arms wrapped around your husband and any slight movement was irritating indicating the soreness of your muscles.
Jack was already awake and scrolling through his phone when he felt you move.
He looked down at you briefly before looking back at his phone leaving you confused as to why he didn’t say anything.
A couple more minutes passed before he finally did.
"Y/N Y/M/N do not ever do that shit again that you did last night. You understand?"
"Damn. Full government. And first of all good morning to you too."
"I'm fucking serious."
"Baby, I swear it wasn't done on purpose. You know I would never do that to you."
"And like I said it better not happen again. Like I'm still mad as hell at you."
"I don't like when you're mad at me." You said while poking his side and whining.
"Then don't be pullin stupid shit."
"Is my baby jealous?"
"Y/N, I swear…." Jack responded while putting his phone down and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"What do you have to be jealous of Jackman? I'm your wife and no one else's the last time I checked."
"Not the point, and you need to start fucking acting like it."
"Babeeeee, I'm sorry. We're on vacation and the last thing I want is for you to be mad at me."
"Like I said make sure it doesn't happen again."
"Okay, promise." You stated while kissing his cheek.
"You know what?"
"What babe?"
"Get on all fours right now."
"Jack…"
"Yes?"
"I'm too sore to move."
"Come here and sit on my face."
Another hour had passed before the two of you heard a knock on your bedroom door and Saweetie’s voice could be heard.
“Uh, first of all good morning and uh if yall are done fucking each other’s brains out we’re about to go to brunch. That was definitely a sight to see last night and uh Y/N, you seriously do not be lyin in the group chat.”
“We’re coming, give us a minute.” Jack responded while coming up for air since he was still eating you out, but then he heard Druski’s voice.
“Y/N! He tore that shit up, huh? Bet your ass can’t even walk.”
“GET THE FUCK ON DRUSKI!”
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