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dailyadventureprompts · 3 months

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Monsters Reimagined: Yeenoghu, Demon Lord of Insatiable Hunger

It's been some years since I did my overhaul on the lore of the gnolls and how they embody the weird de/humanization that goes on with various monsters over d&d's history. Ever since I've had more than a few folks write in asking about how I would handle the default Gnoll God Yeenoghu, who exists in a similar state of "Kill everything that ever existed" to Orcus and a good portion of the game's other late game threats, thematically flat and not really useful for building stories around.

For a while I've avoided doing this post because I thought it might skew a little too close to my personal philosophy, and risk going from simply being influenced by my views to an outright soapbox. I personally hold that despite being part of our nature hunger is the source of the majority of human cruelty, and if society and cooperation are the tools we developed to best fight against the threat of famine, it is fear of that famine that allows the powerful to control society and secure their positions of privilege.

I've also dealt with disordered eating in a prior period of my life, alternating between neglecting my body's needs and punishing myself for needing in the first place. I'm well acquainted with hunger and the hollowing effect it can have, though I'd never claim to know it so well as someone who went hungry by anything other than choice and self hatred.

Learning to love food again saved saved my life. The joy of eating, of feeling whole and nourished, yes, but there was also the joy of making: of experimenting, improving, providing, being connected to a great tradition of cultivation which has guided our entire species.

If I was going to talk about an evil god of hunger, I was going to have to touch on all of that, and now that it's out in the open I can continue with a more thematic and narrative discussion on the beast of butchery below the cut.

What's wrong: Going by the default lore, there's not much that really separates Yeenoghu from any other chaotic evil mega-boss. He wants to kill everything in vicious ways, and encourages his followers to do the same. He's there so that the evil clerics can have someone to pray to because the objectively good gods are on the party's side and wouldn't help a bunch of cannibalistic slavers.

This is boring, we've done this song and dance before, and the only reason that there are so many demon lords/evil gods/archdevils like this is because the bioessentialism baked into the older editions of the game's lore was also a theological essentialism, and that every group had to have their own gods which perfectly embodied their ethos and there was no crossover whatsoever, themes be damned.

Normally I'd do a whole section about "what can be salvaged" from an old concept, but we're scraping the bottom of the barrel right from the inset. Likewise my trick of combining multiple bits of underwritten d&d mythology to make a sturdier concept isn't going to work as most of d&d's other gods of hunger or famine are similar levels of paper thin.

How do we fix it: I want Yeenoghu to be the opposite of the path I found myself on, a hunger so great and so painful that it percludes happiness, cooperation, or even rational thought. Hunger not as a sumptuous hedonistic gluttony but a hollowing emptiness that compels violence and desperation. More than just psychopathic slaughter and gore, it is becalmed sailors drinking seawater to quench their thirst, the urban poor mixing sawdust and plaster into their food because their wages are not enough to afford grain.

This is where we get the idea of Yeenoghu as an enemy of society, not because violence is antithical to society ( I think we've learned by now how structured violence can really be) but because society fundamentally breaks down when it can't take care of the people who provide its foundations. Contrast the Beast of Butchery with one of my other favourite villainous famine spirits: Caracalla the grim trader, who embodies scarcity as a form of profit and control in to Yeenoghu's scarcity as suffering.

Into this we can also add the idea of the hungry dead, ghouls yes but also vampires, anything cursed with an eternal existence and appetites it no longer has the ability to sate. A large number of cultures across the world share the idea that the dead cannot rest while they are starving, which is why we leave offerings of food by their graves or pour out a glass to the ones we lost along the way.

On that topic, there's also a scrap of lore involving Doresain god of ghouls, who has been depicted as an on and off servant of Yeenoghu. Since I'm already remaking the mythology, I'd have Doresain act as a sort of saint or herald for the demon lord, the wicked but still partially reasonable entity who can villain monolog before the feral and all consuming demon god shows up.

Summing it all up: Yeenoghu isn't a demon you wittingly worship, it's a demon that claims you, marks you as its mouthpiece and through you seeks to consume more of the world. It gives you just enough strength to keep on living, keep on suffering, keep on filling that hole in your belly and feed it in turn.

The greatest of these mouthpieces is Doresain, an elf of ancient times who's unearthly hungers elevated him to demigod status. Known as the knawbone king, he dwells within a dread domain of the shadowfell, and is sought out only for his ability to intercede with the maw-fiend's rampages.

Signs: Unnaturally persistent hunger pangs, excessive drool and gurgling stomach noises, the growth of extra teeth in the mouth, stomachs splitting open into mouths.

Symbols: An animal with three jaws, a three tailed flail or spiked whip. A crown of knawed bones (Doresain)

Titles: Beast of butchery, the maw fiend, the knawing god

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#monsters reimagined #fiend #yeenoghu #undead #deity

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likedovesinthewindd · 11 months

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Hi are you still taking requests I was wondering if u could do something like Hobie visiting his girlfriend(who is a nurse or doctor) at a free clinic in his universe after leaving HQ and they are just being a cute couple in love(maybe suggestive if u feel comfortable). Bonus points if the topic of kids come up(u know cuz of Mayday) and Y/N is like you’d be a good dad.

i am! and i love this sm so I'll give it my best

hobie brown x fem!reader

warning: mentions of needles and other medical terminology, a slight bit suggestive but nothing too crazy i promise.

wc: ±870

a/n: i love this gif omg😭

gif not mine, all credit to original creator.

Days at the clinic were busy most of the time, but you had been fortunate enough to have a fairly calm afternoon on your hands.

You were just getting ready to go home, getting all your things together, when you heard a knock on the door, before you heard the squeak of it being opened. You turned around to find Hobie standing in the doorframe, his tall figure slightly crouched and a smile on his pretty face.

"What a nice suprise, thought you were still at HQ," you said, zipping your backpack and throwing it over your shoulder. "Just got back, thought I'd check in on my favorite nurse," he said with a smirk and you rolled your eyes playfully. "I'm serious," he said when he saw this, "missed my girl."

You gave him a warm smile, trying not to show how much his words made your stomach flutter with butterflies. "You caught me at the perfect time, just got off," you said as you made your way to him, wrapping your arms around and sighing when you felt his long ones wrap around you. "Let's get you home, love," he said and you hummed.

Most of your colleagues knew about you and Hobie, seeing as he always came around the clinic to visit you on your breaks. At first they had been noticeably shocked at the pairing, but it quickly dissipated after every visit.

On your walk home, he had asked you to tell him about his day. He always asked you to tell him about your day; every day. He loved hearing the way you'd describe every task you'd completed and anything weird you had witnessed, your voice alone enough to make him feel like a smitten schoolboy. He quite frankly didn't care if you had the most boring day imaginable either, he just loved hearing your voice.

"I had to give a little girl a shot today. Poor thing was terrified of needles, like petrified. I ended up having to sing her favorite song with her just to distract her," you said as the two of you took the flight of stairs that led to your shared apartment. "That probably scared her even more," he said jokingly and you poked him in the ribs with your housekey, before jabbing it into your apartment door. "Asshole," you muttered, your smile betraying your angry facade.

"Y'know I'm jus' joking," he said his height allowing him to place a kiss on the top of your head as you struggled with the door. "Don't let that damn piercing get stuck in my hair again, please," you warned as you finally got the door open. "Yes ma'am," he said laughing into your hair, removing his lips reluctantly and following you into the apartment.

You quickly whipped up something for the two of you to eat, while he cleaned the bedroom that the two of you had neglected this morning, both too busy getting ready for the day. When you finally finished, the two of you made your way to the couch, equally hungry and tired.

You ate quietly as comfortably as the soft music coming from Hobie's old CD player filled the room with a calm atmosphere. You found yourself thinking about your day once again, and before you even had time to register it, the question had left your lips.

"Would you ever want kids, bee?"

The question threw him a bit off guard. He seized his chewing, quietly placing his spoon back into his bowl and turning to you.

"Are you...?" he tried and your eyes widened. "No! Lord, no I'm not, I'm just curious," you said, placing your own bowl on the small coffee table. "Where's this comin' from?" he asked and you shrugged. "I just thought about the little girl at the clinic, then I thought about little May and how much she likes you. I just think you'd be a cool dad."

Hobie's eyebrows rose in intrigue at your admission, followed by a smile. "Well, I know you'd be an amazing mommy," he said playfully and you couldn't help giggling. After a moment he spoke up again. "Is this your way of telling me you want a baby?" he asked. You shrugged again. "Maybe, not right now obviously, but one day. I was serious when I said you'd be a good father." He smiled, noticing the way his heart clenched at your sincerity. If he ever did decide to have children, he'd gladly share that with you.

"Maybe one day," he said and you smiled, taking both your dirty dishes to the sink; a task left for tomorrow morning. "I'm gonna take a shower, I need to get out of these clothes," you said making your way back to the couch, in search of your phone. "That's a damn shame, you always look so sexy in your blue uniform," Hobie said and you laughed.

He swiftly pulled you into his lap and you yelped at the sudden movement. "Maybe we could get started on that baby," he said playfully and you swatted his chest. "You're fucking crazy," you exclaimed, making him break into a fit of laughter.

"Was worth the try."

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown fanfiction #spiderman atsv #spiderpunk x reader #spiderpunk atsv #spiderpunk x you #likedovesinthewindd

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k-hotchoisan · 6 months

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Congrats on 500 I'm so proud!! I'd love to request number 21from your 'this or that' list, excited to see what you will choose!

21. Get fucked by San in the dance studio or Get fucked by Jongho in the recording studio?

NO BC YOU SAW THE SHIT ABOUT ATEEZ SAYING SAN DANCES SHIRTLESS IN THE DANCE STUDIO?????? I CANT KEEP PRETENDING IM GOd’S STRONGEST SOLDIER COS IM NOT!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

IT HAS NOT LEFT MY MIND SINCE THEN

No thanks to the sexual tension, you and San obviously do more than just dance in the dance studio.

Genre/Warnings: semi public sex, smut, sweaty sex 🔥, mirror sex, unprotected sex, cream pies, dirty talk

Tag list: @bro-atz @diamond-3 (message me if you wanna be in my taglist!)

K’s500: this or that? Masterlist

You don’t know how you ended up here, in the practice room, but it was probably because San ended up luring you and trapping you here. You knew you should have turned your heel and left the damn room when you found the rumors of him always going shirtless during dance practice were true.

And now he has you on his lap, grinding against his hard-on, your hands feeling every part of skin like a fucking buffet. You’ve almost been dreaming for this. He has his lips locked on yours, his thumb grazing your bottom lip to remind you to hang your jaw open for him. You swear he could eat you whole and you’d just allow it to happen.

San’s gaze lands on the mirror before him and he cracks a smile as he shifts you to have your back agains his chest. Your face flushes at the sight of you in the mirror, spread out, the lights of room only enhancing how wet your cunt looks. San drags his fingers over your hole with two fingers as he tugs your folds open, and the slick only glistens underneath the bright lights.

His voice is melting any common sense you have left in your mind as he mutters right into your ear, “we should take advantage of this mirror, shouldn’t we?”

“What if we get caught?” you ask, albeit breathlessly as you feel his hard erection just pressing against your spine.

“We won��t”, San replies, trailing his hands up to your tits under your shirt as he gives them a squeeze, making you gasp. He’s peppering kisses and bites down your neck as he switches back and forth from lightly pinching your nipples and squeezing your tits, evidently, that was more than enough to turn you into putty in his hands as you sigh, shutting your eyes to just sink into the pleasure.

“Keep your eyes open,” he commands, and your eyes flutter open, if it’s not you noticing the way you’re spreading your legs even wider, it’s the way he’s staring at you through the mirror looking hungry as fuck for you. Your shirt is lifted all the way up over your chest, and you’re practically naked in front of him. You feel so exposed but something about seeing yourself looking so aroused and being touched all over by Choi San only turned you on even more.

“Fuck me, please”, you murmur, loud enough for him to hear. He hears it, that’s definite, but he tilts his head, acting confused.

“Come again, babe? Didn’t hear you.”

You bite your lip.

“I want you to fuck me”, you say, a little louder this time. San continues to feign ignorance. He shakes his head, “still can’t hear you Angel.”

“Fucking hell. I need you to fuck me dumb, Choi fucking San!” You exclaim, tightening your grip on his arm.

That’s only when San has his satisfied smile plastered, before lifting you off his lap, and removing his sweats. You stare at the way his cock emerges from the fabric and swallow hard. As he pumps his cock a couple of times, he pats his lap for you to sit on and you immediately comply.

There you are, back facing his chest again, as you stare at the way he’s fucking his hand through the mirror. He’s doing his best to hold back but you could tell the way his eyes are starting to glaze over from the pleasure.

You hover over his cock and slowly sink yourself in, eyes rolling at how he’s stretching you so fucking good at every inch he pushes in. You gasp when his cockhead presses deep in you, before completely dropping onto him, and a groan escapes San’s lips, his hands adding pressure on your lips.

“You feel so fucking good, babe”, he sighs into your ear, shifting slightly to make sure he’s buried in you to the hilt, and oh god does it feel like fucking heaven.

It’s almost automatic—you lift your hips slightly before dropping down, your hands gripping his thighs. No, it felt too fucking good that you could barely even move yourself. A soft chuckle drifts into your ear.

“Dick too fucking good?” He asks. But obviously he never gives you the chance to answer because he thrusts his hips up, and a broken cry releases from your lips.

“S-San-“ you cry out, but San begins to catch a steady rhythm of fucking you from below.

He reminds you again, “look at the mirror, look at how fucking pretty you look right now, look at how you’re getting ruined by me.” You barely keep your eyes open, and the sight on the mirror was borderline pornographic—his cock being swallowed by your hole as he pulls out again, watching the way you cream on his cock.

“You’re squeezing me darling”, San laughs, even though it’s through a broken moan. You’re starting to sob a little because it feels so fucking good. San strokes your thighs, only for him to hold them open as he ensures his whole length is deep in you every time he fucks into you.

“San, so deep. You’re so fucking deep”, you mutter, slowly losing any ounce of rationality.

“Does it feel good?”

You nod. “More. Break me.”

Something flashes in his eyes for a moment that you don’t catch because he has you lying on the ground with your ass up, and he forces you to look at the mirror as he has his fingers curl around your neck, and his other hand holds your hips before he pushes his cock back into you again.

Your eyes roll back, and another sob escapes you. He doesn’t let you adjust and he rails you from the back. You have no choice but to watch the way he pounds into you from the back in the mirror, the wet slapping sounds even louder this time. You hear his groans that grow higher in octave, and you don’t register the way drool is threatening to slip past the corner of your lips.

“Too much! S-San!” You cry out the moment you feel something funny in your abdomen. He ignores you, only replying with a curt smile before landing his hand on your ass, causing you to jerk forward in surprise, your mouth hanging open.

“Let it go. You know you want to.”

The strange feeling tightens in your stomach the more he hits deep into you, until you completely break and scream his name, squirting all over him, your mind going blank as your body convulses in bliss. San makes sure you ride your orgasm out before he sinks himself deep into you, and warm fluid spurts right into your cunt.

“Fuck. That’s it. Take it all in your cunt, darling”, he grunts, squeezing your ass as he empties himself in you.

There’s a short moment of silence before he pulls out. You slump onto the cold, wooden floor, trying to catch your breath, watching San pull his sweats up again, pocketing his phone and towel. You feel him tugging your shorts up for you and your shirt over your shoulders, and then his arms under you as he carries you, placing a kiss on your temple.

Through hazed eyes, you pout.

“We’re definitely gonna get caught”, which San only replies with a soft laugh.

“It’s practicing—just a different kind.”

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez smut #smut #ateez fic #kpop smut #choi san smut #Choi san #choi san x reader

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ghostboneswrites2 · 2 months

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A Mess || Part 7

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring everything here starting with this series since it was the most popular!

A/N: The long awaited seventh part :)

Summary: After escaping the treehouse, you and Daryl must find food, water, and rest in the forest on your way to complete the mission Rick had sent you on in the first place. You also almost die.

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: profanity, TWD typical violence, Daryl being effortlessly attractive

You laid silently on the wooden flooring, out of site of the hungry beasts below. Daryl sat against a wall, sharpening a knife. Whoever built this thing left no form of entertainment or even comfort. Just some random tools and scrap wood. Guess they never got a chance to actually use their treehouse.

"I'm bored." You complained.

"Quiet." He whispered. You sighed.

"I'm bored." You whispered. He sighed.

"Can't do nothin' about that."

"Wanna play twenty-one questions?" You asked.

"Sure." He said, setting the knife down. "I'll start. What would it take for you to shut up?" He asked. You shot him a glare. He smirked and went back to sharpening his knife.

"You'd be the worst person to be stranded on an island with." You grumbled.

"Nah. I'll keep us fed."

"I'd rather die of starvation than boredom."

"Might get your wish. Food'll be out by tomorrow." He sighed. It had been two days. Two fucking days.

"Water?' You asked.

"Out."

"Fuck." You sighed. "Might as well just jump down and end it."

"How many bullets ya got?"

"Like, six."

"Got thirteen bolts and nine rounds."

"So thirteen shots, thirteen bullets. How many are down there?" You asked.

"More than twenty-six." He said.

"What if we distracted them somehow?" You suggested.

"How?"

"I don't know. Don't you have a lighter sir-smokes-a-lot?"

He nodded.

"So, we light a bolt or two on fire and you shoot it at a tree far away."

"Might not work." He warned.

"But it might, and that's better than nothing." You countered.

"Okay." He nodded. "We wait 'til dark. It'll be our best bet."

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That night he dropped the rope ladder down and the two of you climbed about halfway down. Just enough that you could leap down without injury. Daryl shot two flaming arrows at two different trees in opposing directions. To your surprise they actually drew a decent chunk of the walkers away, but not all of them. You knew it wouldn't work for long, so your window was short.

With a nod, you both lept down to the ground with knives in hand, taking down the three or four walkers that were he closest to you. Then, you ran. You ran as fast as you could in the pitch back, relying on the sound of his own footsteps ahead of you to guide you.

By the time it was safe enough to slow down, you chest was on fire and all you could do was hunch over and pant for air. Thankfully you two had lost the walkers a ways back, but unfortunately now you had no idea where you were. Just trees and more trees shrouded in darkness.

"I think if we keep goin' this way there's a town. Can follow that road due north and we'll find where we were headed." Daryl finally announced, still short of breath.

"Should we just go back?" You asked, finally standing up straight. "To the prison, I mean? We've been gone for days, now. They're probably worried."

"Nah." He declined. "Been gone this long, we're goin' back with what we left for in the first damn place.

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By daylight, your feet were blistered and sore and you hadn't stopped walking. The plan was to find some place in town to rest, but it was a long journey. Neither of you had spoken a word. Exhaustion and hunger were too overbearing.

"Can't you like... Shoot something so we can eat?" You whined. "I'm thirsty. And hungry. And tired. And--"

"And you say I'd be the worst person to be stranded with." He grumbled.

"Weren't you the one that said you'd keep us fed on a deserted island?" You shot back.

"Yeah, right after I asked what it'd take for you to shut the hell up."

"Food. That's what it would take." You told him. He sighed.

"Alright. Start a fire. I'll be back with some grub." He relented, offering you his zippo. You didn't protest. You got straight to work throwing twigs and dry leaves into a small pit you dug and ignited them with his lighter. It wasn't cold, so you didn't stay too close. It was hot enough without the extra heat. You did, however, hear a very faint trickling sound. Could it be? Water? Finally?

You immediately followed the noise. As it grew closer you got excited. You might actually have had something to reward Daryl for finding you food.

You stopped in your tracks. It definitely wasn't a glistening stream of cool clear water. No, in fact, it was just Daryl, taking a piss on a tree.

"Do ya mind? Some privacy would be nice." He complained. You sighed and did a 180, trying to shake the image out of your mind.

"Sorry." You mumbled. "When I heard the trickling I thought there was a little stream or something over here."

You turned back to him when you heard a zip.

"Could probably drink that." He shrugged. Your jaw gaped.

"Ew!" You shrilled.

"How ya think I survived eight days on my own in the woods when I was a kid?" He smirked. He was just messing with you, but he had no intentions of admitting that. Your expression was too priceless.

"Say less." You held your hand up. "I'll wait for you by the fire."

With that, you were on your way. Back by the fire, you sat and sharpened some thin sticks to keep yourself busy. They'd make nice skewers for the meat if he could find any game.

It was probably an hour or two until he made it back, and not only had you sharpened a lot of sticks, but you also had created a flimsy perimeter out of fallen branches and other forest debris. You figured if nothing else, it would at least trip a walker and let you know they were coming.

"Got a raccoon." He said. It was already skinned, he just needed to skewer the meat, which you helped him with. It had a strange aroma as it cooked. You were never a fan of rodents or the like.

However, the full feeling after scarfing down its delicious flesh made all of your complaints go out the window. As you licked each charred stick skewer clean of the grease, you moaned. "Thank you." You said. "I was so hungry."

"Mm." He grunted with a nod. "Say we take turns gettin' some shuteye an' head out in a few hours."

"I'll take first watch." You offered.

"Nah. Need to tune up my bow. You rest." He declined. You shrugged.

"Suit yourself."

You weren't going to argue. You were exhausted.

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When Daryl opened his eyes, you were still sound asleep just a few feet away. It was pitch black outside. The fire had been out for a while. He remembered putting it out himself. There was no need for it after the meat was cooked and the remnants of the animal were burned to ash. He wiped his eyes and pushed his aching body up into a sitting position. How could he have fallen asleep? He was meant to keep watch. Anything could have happened to either of you while you were both out. He silently scolded himself.

His throat was dry and scratchy. He really needed to find some water for the two of you. Another day like that and you'd both be dead for sure. He sighed and moved over to you. He crouched down beside you, reaching to shake you awake, but something stopped him. You looked so peaceful, but you also looked dry. Your lips were cracked and flaky, and had it not been so dark he would have seen how dry the skin on your face looked.

"(Y/N)." He whispered, laying a hand on your arm to gently shake you awake. You didn't budge. "(Y/N), c'mon. We gotta get movin', we need to find some water."

"Hmph." You made a little puty noise as you rolled away from him. Had he not been so damn thirsty, he would have laughed.

"We can't survive like this much longer." He continued in a hushed rasp. "Get up."

"Tired." You mumbled.

"I said get the hell up." He demanded.

"No."

"Fine then. Stay here and die." He huffed, standing to his feet and gathering both of your things before he stormed away. He made sure his footsteps were loud so you could hear him walk away, hoping you'd feel the pressure and get up. He stopped when he realized you had no intentions of doing so. With frustration, he threw his head back and turned around. "C'mon. I ain't tellin' ya again."

Nothing. Not a peep, not a shuffle, not a damn thing. He groaned.

"You're a fuckin' child, ya know that?" He grumbled as he marched over to you and scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

"Hey!" You whined. You slapped at his back.

"Quit your bitchin'." He scolded.

"Fine. I'll just sleep like this." You reasoned, closing your eyes and trying to ignore the feeling of his shoulder digging into your stomach.

"Like hell you are." He said as he dropped you down on your feet. "I got your shit. Now walk."

"It's dangerous to travel at night." You pointed out.

"It's more dangerous to die of thirst." He argued.

"Not as dangerous as disturbing a woman's beauty rest." You crossed your arms.

"Beauty rest." He scoffed. "You don't need any. Now walk." He demanded, pointing his finger in the direction he wanted to go.

"Fine, but only 'cause you asked so nicely." You gave in.

Besides your bickering, the night was relatively quiet, save for the crickets and frogs and rustling branches. After a little while, Daryl handed you your things, growing tired of carrying them for you. After another while, he stopped you, holding his hand out in front of you.

"Ya hear that?" He whispered. You perked up your ears, listening intently. It took a few seconds but finally you heard it, a soft white noise that you could only assume was; "Water!" You gasped.

"Mm." He nodded. "C'mon."

You followed after him, creeping silently over the dead foliage of the forest floor. Just a few yards away you stumbled across a small creek.

"Do we have anything to boil water?" You asked.

"Nah." He shook his head, holding an empty plastic jug in the water as it flowed by. "Just have to take our chances with it."

You flipped his zippo that you were still holding onto open and held it down to the creek.

"Looks clear at least." You observed. Even in the small firelight you could see clearly to the bottom of the shallow stream.

"Here." He offered you the first sip. Well, not really a sip. More like a gulp, or two, or ten. You wiped your mouth as you handed it back to him. He drank his own share before dunking the jug back into the stream and letting it fill all the way. When it filled up, he screwed the lid on and you both stood up. You gave his lighter back, before you forgot, and the two of you set off again with full bellies, a jug of water, and some rest under your belt.

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"Sure we could one of these cars runnin'." Daryl said. It was just past daybreak now. You finally found the town that was supposed to lead you to the town you needed to be in. The two of you were in a small neighborhood with cars lined up and down the streets.

"I'll keep an eye out." You told him. He nodded and got to work checking out the vehicles.

As far as walkers go, the town wasn't too bad off. A few stragglers here and there, but nothing seemed particularly overrun. It was pretty small and rural, though, so that was no surprise.

You took down a lone walker that trudged toward you and turned your attention back to Daryl to check in. He may have been dirty and smelly after four days on the run, but damn he did look good.

His tan arms glistened in the sunlight with a sweaty sheen. His hair stuck to his forehead tightly and his muscles flexed and contorted under his skin as he yanked car doors open and leaned in the driver's side doors to try to crank them up.

"Shit!" You hissed as you fell to the ground. A walker had snuck up on you in your lusty stupor, falling on top of you as you struggled against the mangled thing. "Asshole!" You insulted the corpse as you struggled to reach for the knife you dropped on your way to the ground. It was too far, though, and if you shifted at all the walker's mouth would surely make contact with your face.

A whistle shot over you and an arrow impacted the top of the walker's skull. It went limp on top of you. You gagged at the feeling of its dry rotten flesh against your chest. Daryl appeared over you and yanked the body off yours, pulling his arrow out of its head.

"The hell were ya doin'? Just one took ya down?" He asked as he held a hand out. You accepted it and he pulled you to your feet effortlessly.

"Uh, I was just -- Uh, yeah. Didn't hear it." You stuttered.

"Pay attention." He scolded you.

"Right. Won't happen again." You nodded. You definitely wouldn't be admitting that you almost lost your life just to admire his sweaty arms.

"C'mon. These cars are dead. Let's move down the street a bit an' see if we got better luck." He instructed.

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octuscle · 1 month

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You’re so good at transforming others so I was wondering if I could thank you by transforming you. Who do you want to become? 😊💪

I am almost 27 years old. I graduated from university almost two years ago. Since then, I have been working for an auditing company, auditing the risk management systems of banks. Not a particularly erotic job. But well paid. I travel a lot and my working hours are also less from 09:00 to 17:00. Not good conditions for getting back into shape. I used to be a competitive athlete. Open-water swimming. My shoulders and back are still quite broad… But the waist is no longer as narrow as it was in my best days. Well… The course of life, I would say…

Sunday morning. Normally I would sleep in, go somewhere for breakfast, then maybe do a bit of work. But today I feel like going for a run. At 06:00 in the morning. In the drizzle. I'm really crazy! But running clears my head. After just under an hour, I pass an outdoor gym in the city park. Yawning empty in this weather, of course. I really enjoy it! It's almost 10:00 when I get back home. Now for a hot shower. Uh, no. A cold shower! Hardens off. And then breakfast. Low-fat quark, protein powder, bananas, some fruit. Doesn't taste particularly good. But gives me the energy I need. A bit of Resident Evil 3 to relax. And around 3 p.m. I have to make my way to the stadium. Kick-off is at 5:30 p.m., and I'd like to be in my regular place in the south curve at 4 p.m. Getting in the mood with the boys. Highlight of the week!

Hehehe, that was a good brawl with the opponent's fans last night. That's a good black eye… And my lip is still a bit swollen too. Looks a bit dangerous. Despite the crisp white shirt, navy blue suit and polished black Oxfords. Even after a year on the job, I still haven't got used to getting up early on Mondays. Mondays are usually at 03:30. An hour of push-ups and a bit of weights training, as best I can at home. And then get ready, go to the airport and usually the plane takes off at 07:00 or so. And then I'm back to being the good auditor candidate. It's not as if the job isn't fun. But especially after the weekends, which are packed with hard training and fun with the lads in and around the stadium, the changeover is tough. I can only hope that none of my customers or colleagues ask me who beat me up like that at the weekend. I can't say that I'm one of the militant Ultra fans… Well, if anyone asks, I'll say that it happened during boxing training. They'll take my word for it. At the latest when I take off my jacket and people see my shirt, which looks like it's been painted onto my skin, nobody questions the boxer in me anymore.

05:30 on a Tuesday morning. An hour's run, then an hour's workout in the hotel gym, breakfast, 09:00 at the client's desk. A routine that I would never have expected a few weeks ago when I was doing my Master's degree. With your criminal record, the blatant undercut, the tattoos on your neck and the back of your hands, you'll never get a serious job, my parents complained. But damn it, I'm clever, I'm disciplined and I'm hungry for success. In the cage at MMA, in the fan curve at the stadium, at university and now at work. And fuck, when I show up at a customer's in a suit that perfectly accentuates my athletic figure, I'm surrounded by an aura of respect. Even if I'm the rookie in the project. For the first few days, my colleagues tried to persuade me to go out for dinner or a drink with them in the evening. Not in the mood! I found a club near the hotel where I can train properly in the evenings. Not the kind of wimpy workout I get at the hotel.

I'm so fed up with this fucking Master's thesis. Pumping, eating, fighting… This is what I live for! I've been working at the martial arts school since I got my bachelor's degree. On the one hand in accounting. And also as a trainer. Shit, why do I even want anything else? Would I like it better if I became an desk jockey in some office? I suspect not.

I love the moment when I open my gym in the morning. The sweat from last night is still in the air. Whoever had the last shift yesterday didn't leave anything tidy. I do my rounds and stuff forgotten socks, jockstraps and water bottles into the lost-and-found box. Okay, I wank on it again first. There's nothing like the smell of a used jockstrap that's still a little damp. I don't officially open for another hour, so I have that long to get my body ready for the day with the weights and sandbag. Let's see how full it gets. The place isn't yet self-sustaining. But with my jobs as a bouncer and my OF account, I'm more than able to keep my head above water. At least my tattoo artist doesn't have to worry about me not paying my bills. It's better that way. After all, it's his job to make sure I'm scary!

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #inked man #age reduction #ai image

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itsscromp · 7 months

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Smoke with a kid reader who's a new recruit in the Shirai Ryu? Maybe they were in a tough situation, like a bad home life (totally not projecting) and they connect with Tomas because he's the first person to be nice to them, and view him as an older brother or dad figure of sorts.

Whichever format is easier for you, Headcanons or otherwise :3

Tomas Vbrada/Smoke x Reader

OMG !!!!! I love this idea so damn much !!! Tomas would be the best brother figure possible to you. Warning: Mentions of dysfunctional home situations Word count:1K

Life has not been the greatest to you in any way shape or form since the moment you breathed life for the first time. Your parents were at each other's throats all the damn time. Sometimes even take their anger out on you. Leaving many bruises and scars, It grew worse as you got older, They both started drinking heavily and the beatings were worse, When you turned 11. You've had enough, you couldn't take it anymore, so late in the night, you packed your bag of whatever you could take in it and snuck out. You were free now, but you needed to survive.

Traveling around you then stumbled upon what seems to be a dojo ?? But you smelt food, you could sneak in. take some and then leave, easy peasy. So as quietly as possible you entered the room where you smelt the food, so many delicious treats. You started to take a few of what you could carry, but you weren't thinking when you accidentally knocked over a fork, a loud clanging noise made as it hit the wooden floor. Dropping the food, you tried to bolt for the door, But then a man with grey hair and a mask shut the door quickly and held a dagger to your face.

"Who are you and what are you doing in our base !!" He demanded you to answer.

You tried to speak but with the dagger in your face. you could only stutter. But that was when the man looked you in the eyes, His expression then softening as he saw the fear in your eyes. He could see how scared you are... Like he was when he was a young boy back in the Czech republic. Putting the dagger away from your face, he gently kneeled to your height.

"I'm sorry for frightening you young one. Can you tell me your name ??" He spoke ever so softly.

"...y/n"

"Y/n... That's a nice name, Can you please tell me why are you are here ??"

"My life... has been disgraced by the elder gods, Leaving me with parents that don't love me... They..." You had to take a deep breath as your fear and anger rose. "Beat me"

The man's eyes widened as he gently placed his hand on your shoulder.

"How would you like to stay here for the night ?? I shall talk to my brother about this in the morning."

You were taken aback by his kind gesture, you'd never seen anyone be this kind and soft with you. You hesitantly nodded as he then picked up the food and handed them to you.

"Were you hungry ??" He asked

You looked at him before looking at the food and then began to eat slowly, savouring the flavour, the warmth of it.

"Thank you, mister..." You said to him.

"Tomas, But you can also call me smoke" He smiled under his mask.

He then gently showed you a room and gently tucked you into bed. warm and safe.

"I'll talk to my brother ok ??" He reassured as you nodded to him.

You lay there, staring at the ceiling. thinking about how kind smoke is to you. He was the first person to show you care and concern for your well-being when your parents didn't. It felt strange.

The next morning, Smoke knocked gently on your door as you woke up and opened it, rubbing your tired eyes.

"Good morning y/n, I'd take it you slept well ??"

You nodded as you yawned. "I did, thank you smoke"

"I've also talked to my brother about your situation, we would be happy to let you join our clan" He smiled again under his mask.

"Clan ??"

"The Shirai Ryu it is called, We have been looking for new members to join our clan and we would be happy to provide a home and help train you to become the very best you can be." He gently offered.

Once again being taken aback by this generous offer, You were cautious about it, This feels too good to be true.

"Is something the matter y/n ??" He tilted his head slightly in confusion.

"I... I don't know if I can take that offer smoke"

"Why not ??"

You remained quiet for a little bit until speaking up again.

"No one has shown me this much kindness in my life, Any time I think I see someone showing me it. It doesn't end up being like that." You admitted.

Smoke's expression grew sad, You were so scared and overwhelmed by everything.

"I understand y/n, I too have grown up in a situation like yours."

You looked up at him in confusion.

"When Kuai Liang took me in, in our old clan the lin kuei I was like you, I was scared and overwhelmed by how much kindness he has shown me. But I promise you. On the elder gods, you will be safe here in the Shirai Ryu" He softly smiled.

6 months later, you were officially a member of the Shirai Ryu, you trained yourself to the point where you couldn't move anymore. But smoke helped you almost every step of the way. Your martial arts, mastering your weapons, the training dummies. Everything. You've grown to see him as a brother than a mentor to you, He has shown you so much love and care than your parents did, You decided one day to show him how much you appreciate him. Drawing a nice picture of you and him training. You worked for almost half an hour until you were proud with what you did.

"Smoke I have something to show you" You cheekily smiled.

"Oh ?? What is it ??' Smoke asked.

You smiled and showed him the drawing, His smile growing as he then got up and hugged you tightly.

"Thank you so much y/n, I really love this" He smiled as he ruffled your hair.

Smoke was the best brother you could ever ask for and you wouldn't change it for the world.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

#platonic #reader insert #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada x reader #smoke x reader #mk smoke

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themultifandomgal · 3 months

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Harry Styles- Midnight Feast

Harry and I have been together for years. We started off as childhood friends, my parents and I moved next door to Anne, Gemma and Harry when I was 10. We ended up going to the same school together. When we were 16 Harry and I started dating. I went with him to his X-Factor audition, moved to London with him when we were 17. I went to collage then uni to then I traveled around the world with Harry after One Direction split up. I got a job as his assistant media manager. In 2022 we married after a 4 year long engagement and now with Harry taking a brake from touring we decided now would be the right time to try for a baby. Thankfully for us it didn’t take too long and I fell pregnant within 4 months of us trying.

I’m now 6 month pregnant and both of us are so excited to welcome a baby into our lives. Thankfully I barley had any morning sickness, however I'm so hungry, like all of the time. Today I ended up going to the nearby bakery to by cakes and biscuits to help subside my cravings. It's now 9pm and I'm lying in bed with Harry, wrapped up in his arms. His hand gently placed on my bump. I sigh feeling hungry, even though Harry and I had our tea only an hour ago

"What are you thinkin’ ‘bout love?" Harry asks rubbing his thumb over my bump

"About how I could eat a whole fucking cow" I giggle. Just as I say that my stomach growls

"You hungry little one?" Harry asks looking at my tummy "shall I get you and mummy something to eat"

"It's ok. You've had a long day writing. Go to sleep, I'll get myself..." I start to get out of bed but Harry pushes me back down gently

"I'll get you something to eat. You relax"

"H it's fine I...."

"Let me spoil and look after my wife" he leans down and kisses my lips sweetly

"Ok" I watch Harry practically jump out of bed and run out of the bedroom making me giggle. How did I get so damn lucky?

In no time at all my husband has reappeared with all of my craved foods, chocolate cake with strawberries and cream. My stomach growls again making Harry laugh

"Ok ok I'm coming" he hands me a the plates as he gets back into bed

“Your letting me eat cake in bed?” I raise any eyebrow. Harry hates food in bed, I often get scolded for bringing food upstairs with me.

“Just don’t drop any. I'll change the sheets tomorrow" I give him his plate and we both tuck in

"I asked your mum if the hunger would go, like the sickness did, but she said it's only going to get worse. Even after I have the baby I'll be hungry because of feeding him or her. I'm gonna be huge"

"No you won't" I look at my husband with raised eyebrows “even if you are your pregnant”

“What about if I don’t loose the baby weigh”

“Then I will still love you because you will have created our baby. Kept them safe for 9 months and worked so damn hard to look after yourself for those months. I have loved you from the age of 15 and I promise that won’t change ever”

“15? We stared dating when we were 16”

“I was to shy to tell you that’s why Gem had to set us up. Now get that cake down you and feed my child”

The following morning I wake up to an empty bed, but the smell of bacon immediately makes my mouth water. I get out of bed and wrap my gown around my body. My stomach growls as I descend the stair

"I know little one. I'm hungry as well" I rub my tummy and enter the kitchen

"Good morning, I thought I'd let you sleep in this morning, so I've cooked you some bacon and eggs"

"Thank you" I give Harry a smile and kiss his cheek "this one is feeling hungry, let me know when I woke up this morning"

"Well then. You best sit at the table and I'll bring over your food" I do as Harry says and I sit down at our kitchen table. He puts a plate down in front of me and once again my stomach growls

"Told you” I chuckle “I hope they look like you"

"I hope they have your heart, your kind smile"

"I can't wait for next 4 months to be over"

"Neither can I" Harry kisses my forehead then joins me, sitting opposite me with the same food on his plate. My life will soon be complete and I can't wait.

#harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #dad harry styles #harry styles x oc #harry styles fanfic rec #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #harry styles x pregnant!reader #harry styles x wife

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catwiththebutah · 21 days

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Venti x reader

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You yawned, stretching your arms as you walked into the kitchen of your shared house with Venti. Damn, you were so hungry you could eat a family of 4 kids. But eggs and some bread would have to suffice for now. You took out the pan, placing it on the stove and took out two eggs from the container. You turned on the stove, liting it up and cracking both eggs in it.

As you were glaring at the eggs, spaced out and waiting for them to cook you hear faint footsteps coming in your direction.

¶You turned around, looking at the direction of the sound. "JAMES CHARLES?!?" You screamed, your heart lunging in your throat as your eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets.

"HI SISTERS!!"( (no-..)¶

Venti entered the kitchen, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. You took in his disheveled appearance, messy hair, tired face that was usually lit up with a cheeky grin and slightly crinkled shirt. 'Must've moved a lot in his sleep' You think to yourself, turning back to the eggs and greeting him. "Morning, babe."

"Mmhm, morning windblume." (I HEADCANON HE CALLS HIS GIRL THAT OKAY?!?) He said in a sleepy voice, walking towards you and wrapping his arms around your waist from the behind. "Why did you get up so early?" He said in an almost whiny voice, pouting as he peppered your neck with small kisses.

"My stomach was gonna start the next rumbling after Eren if i didn't feed it right this instance." You hum to yourself, placing the eggs on the plate one by one. "Want something?" You turned around, facing him.

"You." He grinned lazily, staring at you with his charming blue eyes.

"Well, I'd have to say no." You shrug off his arms, walking towards the fridge and taking out the packet of bread. "The food ain't gonna make itself." You take out two pieces of bread, buttering them up and placing them in the toaster.

He pouted, stepping towards you. "How can you be so heartless to reject your poor, lovely, sweet boyfriend?" He put on his best puppy eyes, pulling you closer by the waist. "C'mon darling, the food can wait, i can't."

"Did i forget to mention the fact that I'm hung- WAH-!" You got cut off mid-sentence as he picked you up in his arms, bridal style. "Enough yapping." He chuckled, walking towards the couch and placing you down on it. "Venti the mice in my stomach demand food."

"And i demand attention, you can choose who's more important." Not like he was giving you a choice by putting his weight on top of you and laying snuggly against you. You sighed, 'damn, can't even have breakfast in peace in this household.'

Noticing you giving up, Venti smiled in victory, nuzzling against your neck and whispering in your ear. "I win, sweetheart ~"

You both layed there, softly listening to each other's breathing and the soft beating of your hearts. Suddenly, the -TICK- the slices of bread jumped up from the toaster, your attention averting towards it. Venti grabbed you chin and made you face him, delivering a soft kiss on your lips to distract you from the toast. "No."

(Damn bro let the poor gworl eat.)

#venti #venti x reader #venti x y/n #venti x you #venti fluff #fluff #wholesome #imagine #drabble #short story #genshin impact #genshin fluff #anemo boys

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thelittleliars · 1 year

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Survive (4/4)

Warnings: fluff

Words: 3,8K

Summary: // (it's a surprise)

AN: The long awaited Part 4 is finally here! I rewrote the end a thousand of times since nothing was ever nearly as perfect as now. I might write one shots based on this universe in the future, I'd would to keep up with things Y/N and Natasha are doing after this. Thanks for being so patience! I did not proof read so if anything doesn't make sense you know why.

[Part 1: Silence]

You opened your eyes slowly, the sunshine that came through your curtains was warm but also very bright so you had to get used to it before you took a look around your room. You saw Natasha lying next to you, she had a soft expression on her face with hint of a tiny smile tugging at her lips. Seeing her there made your heart all warm and fuzzy, you were tearing up with how happy and content you felt. The woman in front of you started to wake up, her eyes fluttered open but shut them immediately again, it was also too bright for her. A minute later she opened them again, dreamingly looking in your eyes with her beautiful green ones, mornings like this made her happy. "Good morning moya lyubov'." Before you could even think about what the translation was, you felt her warm lips on yours, it was only a peck but it still gave you the butterflies. "Cuddle time before breakfast?"

"Yes please." You muttered, your hands instantly went around her body, your legs messily intertwined with hers and your face snuggled in her boobs. To the world it looked like a koala hugging Natasha, even though she was noticeably shorter than you. You often teased the black widow about her height but it would bite you back once you trained with her, she constantly handed back your ass. "You really have nice boobs."

"Thanks, I grew them myself." She placed a kiss on your head. You could get used to this, being loved like this was all you've ever wanted.

"Lucky you.. I think I somehow missed the lesson of growing boobs." You complained with a loud sigh.

"Hmm maybe it's a good thing you missed that lesson. I love them the way they are." Natasha told you in a deep voice that made her naturally raspy voice even hotter. "They're perfect so I hope you'd never surgically change them."

Often times you thought of getting breast implants but it all flew out of the window whenever Nat told you how much she loved your small boobs. "I won't. At least not as long as you're here to cherish them."

"You know damn well I take good care of them." You nodded then looked up and leaned in to give her a small kiss as appreciation. "As much as I love this right now, I'm getting a bit too hungry to truly enjoy these moments."

A dirty thought came to your mind and you just couldn't help yourself but spoke it out loud. "You know.. you could always eat me." You suggested teasingly but you knew once Natasha was really hungry she needed real food to function properly.

"Very tempting but you are not a meal, even though you taste heavenly detka." You groaned at the thought of getting up, but you slowly entangled yourself from your lover anyways. You both got up, changed out of your pajamas and walked hand in hand to the kitchen. While you quickly prepared some waffles, Natasha washed and cut some fruits. From time to time she came to you with a strawberry and fed you lovingly. Right when you were finished with baking all waffles and putting them on the table besides Natasha's fruit bowl, Yelena busted in without any care.

"Y/N Y/L/N, thank you for making Waffles. I really craved some." She sat down on one of our kitchen chairs and prepared herself a plate.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes at her behavior. "When will you stop saying my last name?"

Yelena stuffed a piece of waffle in her mouth and answered while chewing her breakfast. "The day after you marry my sister duh." You looked towards your red head and started begging for her to marry you. She only smiled and shook her head, she couldn't believe you being so funnily ridiculous right now. "Too bad, you're missing out."

The tiny blonde sister purposely gagged. "Gross.. you're being gross." Right as you wanted to tease her back, you felt a hot shook, like a jolting in your heart and everything around you suddenly started to shake. You felt your knees giving in a little bit. "Guys, whats happening?"

"What do you mean?" Natasha said but when she turned her head to you she quickly added, "Y/N, oh my god, are you alright?" Both Yelena and Natasha ran the few steps to you and held you up by your arms. "I-I.. I d-don't-" Nothing but slurring words came out of your mouth. The sisters were quick to move you towards the sofa that was near the kitchen table since you had an (open) connected kitchen and living room. "Here, let's sit down for a bit. You can rest or even sleep a bit, alright?" The last thing you did was nodding to them and closing your eyes.

The next time you opened your eyes you lied somewhere outside on grass. Confused about how you ended up here, you sat up and looked around just to spot Natasha a few meters away but instead of seeing her red hair she now had short blonde hair. Your mouth instantly fell open, you never expected Nat to look like this but fuck she looked so stunning. The hair style fit her even if blonde hair isn't your favorite on people. She walked back in your direction before sitting down in front of you. "How was your nap? Feeling a little better?"

What the fuck? How? What? Why? "I'm not sure." You answered still very confused about what was going on. Natasha nodded and gave you a tiny smile. "Then try to rest a bit more. I'll go get Yelena and Aliana. I'll be right back." She gave your legs a small squeeze, then got up and vanished behind some trees. You closed you eyes and wondered who the fuck Aliana was and why this all is happening.

When you opened your eyes the next time, it was suddenly morning and you were lying in a bed that you knew wasn't yours. You took a breath before looking to your right side, there was nothing but a framed photo of Natasha Romanoff. A sudden rush of sadness with a touch of heartbreak came over you. Whatever this was, it just couldn't be happening, you thought you were going crazy. You immediately shut your eyes and this time you felt a shift inside of your whole body. You didn't dare to open your eyes once again, being scared of what might happen next but you got extremely curious when you heard a loud snore next to you.

A tiny peak wouldn't hurt right? With new found confidence you slowly opened your eyes just to see the ugly ass ceiling you always woke up to at the avengers compound. You let out a sigh of relief, this isn't as bad as you thought it'd be. The loud snore came up once again, you breathed in deeply before taking a look from where the snore came from and as soon as you saw the women that snored it nearly took your breath away. It was Wanda Maximoff and she was naked. You quickly looked at yourself for it to get confirmed that you were also naked, and then you saw another naked body on your other side. At the sight of a naked Natasha you blushed badly, but soon enough it flew away by your confused state. Something was very wrong but you couldn't figure out what exactly. You knew you constantly felt different but didn't know what to do. Wanda stirred awake, she yawned tiredly before asking why you were awake already.

"Wanda there's something wrong." You told her, your heartbeat got faster with each second.

"Yeah, you're right." You sighed in relief, she also felt there was something wrong. "I'm still wearing the strap on from last night. Ugh it's getting uncomfortable."

"FUCK!!! JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE! HOW DO I GET OUT OF HERE? FUCKING HELL! AM I IN HELL, IS THIS MY HELL LOOP??" Your own voice screamed inside of you as loud as it could. And it was as if the gods heard your pleads, a you light suddenly appeared and you had to gasp for air. It felt like all the oxygen got sucked out of you, you struggled so badly that at one point you swore you died. The light turned so bright that it changed into darkness eventually before it turned into something colorful and only then you felt like you could finally breath again. After a while you heard voices, Natasha voice especially, she was outraged by something. You then heard Yelena, Maria, Tony and even Carol, they all tried to reason with your best friend. You were still too exhausted to open your eyes, also a little bit too scared to do so, but you tried to utter out a small Natty. It was a quiet one but surprisingly they all heard it.

"Y/N? Oh god can you hear me?" Natasha grabbed your hand and held onto it for dear life. You tried to squeeze her hand and were successful, even if it was barely a squeeze.

"Don't do this again, you hear me? Don't ever scare us like this ever again. I don't think I can handle this one more time." In the background you heard Tony discuss something with what most likely was a doctor. You were too focused on Natasha to hear they were talking about.

"What happened?"

"We don’t know for sure." Carol joined the conversation. It was nice to hear her voice again, it had been months since you last saw her. "We guess the virus did this to you. I only saw something like this once and they got super power from it. Unfortunately we have to take tests on you."

"But don't worry Y/N Y/L/N! Tony is looking at all the footage to see who fucked up when we got cleared. As soon as I have a name they'll get beat up!" Suddenly a echo of a slap ringed out in the room. Yelena let out a scream of pain. "Ouch!"

This was real, your own reality and not some kind of dream. Relief washed over you, your body finally relaxed at knowledge to be at the right place with the right time. Slow and steadily you opened your eyes, the room was a bit more darker and you were glad they dimmed the lights for you already. The second you saw Natasha a tons of different emotions flooded your senses and just started crying for a minute or two.

"I'm here." She whispered before she came closer and leaned in to rest her forehead against yours. How you wished to be even closer to her in that moment. You longed for extrem body contact with her, a hug so close and tight with the intentions of never wanting to let go. "Do you want me to lie down next to you?"

You nodded while telling her to hold you and never let go. Only when she embraced you, you were finally at peace with everything.

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Turned out that an intern fucked up your results, he accidentally dropped your blood sample and replaced it with his own blood. They took another blood sample from you and this time it showed huge abnormalities in your DNA. Each Avenger with different DNA asked you about your experience to see if they knew what power you exactly had. It wasn't until Wanda came back with Dr. Strange that you finally got a clear answer of your powers. They explained that you could 'posses' the body of yourself in different universes and continue living their life while you're asleep. You basically dream walked in various universes, which scared the hell out of you and you didn't know if you liked your new powers since the multiverse is still very new for everybody.

"I got something for you Y/N." Nat busted into your room and threw you a small black box which you catched easily. As you opened it, you got extremely curious to see what it was but when you saw a smartwatch in your favorite color it confused you. "Still a prototype but it's modified on your powers. Maximoff and Strange tested it as much as they could and Stark tried his best with the technology."

"What exactly can it do? Like how is this gonna help me?" You crossed your legs as you made yourself comfortable on your bed.

"They said that you could see if you're here or if you're off in the multiverse doing that dream walking stuff." She sat down on the chair at your desk, she lazily propped up a foot and looked at you with an expression you could not figure out. "You haven't told me a single thing about what you saw when you dream walked."

You nodded, not sure if you were ready to tell her yet. "Only Wanda knows everything."

"Speaking of the Witch, she told me that Tony is throwing a party for you tonight." You shook your head in disbelieve, though you shouldn't be surprised about Tony throwing a party for you yet you still were. "It's just a small one with only the Avengers and some friends."

"It's still a big no. I got too much on my mind." While that wasn't a lie it was also not the main reason why you didn't want to go.

"Like what?" You saw the slightly worried expression on her face but she knew not to push you. "How to tell you some things." She immediately put her foot from your desk and sat up straight.

"Do I need to get Wanda to help us look into each other's thoughts?" She offered you the easy way out.

"No, it's better if we're alone." You took a deep breath, it was now or never to tell her about it. "After I collapsed in my bathroom, I woke up in bed like if it was any other day. You were sleeping next to me which isn't unusual, we decided to make breakfast and Yelena appeared to. We teased each other before I felt something weird inside of me, my knees gave in before you and Yelena took me to the sofa where I closed my eyes just to be somewhere else the next second." You specifically left out the parts where you guys kissed. "I suddenly was outside lying on grass and you told me you'd be back soon with Yelena and whoever the hell Aliana is. And when I woke up again I was in a room I did not recognize, Wanda and you were both in bed with me. I knew right there that something was very wrong and I screamed so loud to get out of there and somehow I ended up here in the med bay to you guys arguing."

"Why do I feel like you left out some details on purpose?" You knew she was teasing and joking but you still got defensive. "How the fuck are details relevant here??"

"Y/N, I was only kidding." She said in a soft voice to calm you down. "You-"

"Don't you dare to say 'calm down' or I might actually do something we'll both regret." You shut your eyes close, trying to push the defensive feelings down. You were so busy actively concentrating on regulating your emotions that you haven't noticed the shift of your environment.

"I have been waiting for your arrival, Y/N." The person stood a couple feet away. They look like you, a version of yourself to be precise, just with different clothes and a slightly different haircut.

"What?" You said shocked, still looking at your other self standing in front of you.

"I knew it would only be a question of time before you come into my universe. I saw how you got your powers. I think every one of 'us' saw it, we were all in the same place when you collapsed." They explained. "I think that bonded us all."

You shook your head in disbelieve. "How is that even possible?"

"That's easy, I mean I could explain it all to you but honestly? Those questions doesn't matter right now. We're here to talk about our fate." My fate? "Yes your fate, when we saw you collapsing, we also got a small peak into your life and how it was supposed to go before other forces changed your path for the worst."

"But everything is still the same as before." You were puzzled.

"And exactly that is the problem." They point at you frustrated for some reason. "You've seen yourself in multiple other universes, haven't you noticed a pattern yet??"

"There are a lot of versions of myself with Natasha." You stated the obvious. The other you nodded and smiled widely. "Hallelujah! She noticed it!"

"I still don't understand what you want from me."

"I'm here to help you realize things that should have happened without actually telling you them."

You then took a look around the room your two stood in. Literally everywhere were pictures of yourself and most of them had Natasha in it too. Those pictures were moving as it were a video that could be printed. It felt like a memory room with not only your own memories but also from what seems like every other you from every universe that apparently exist. And then you spot a photo that you knew was from your universe, it was a moment you could never forget, primarily for the reason that it was so fucking embarrassing that it plagued your mind.

You continued starring at the photo but you didn't expect the outcome it showed it, it was so different than what actually happened. "This was exactly what was always supposed to happen."

"W-what.. h-how.. why d-did it change?" You didn't know how to speak anymore, not after you saw the painful reality of the robbed moment of your life.

"You closed your eyes for a few seconds in that moment. An 'evil' you took over your body and changed the moment." They came close to you and held your hands. "If you do not take actions once you are back then I fear your fate will always stay the way it is right now."

"How do I get back though?" You longed to get back now. All you wanted to do is change the path to the way it was supposed to go. "Close your eyes darling"

You did as you were told to, this time you did feel a shift, warmth and goosebumps was now the main thing you felt, the warmth came from something on your face. As soon as you opened your eyes you saw Natasha on front of you, who was holding your face in her hands. Her beautiful green eyes held worry it went away when she realized that you were back. A tons of butterflies erupted in your stomach and you were glad it gave you courage for what you were about to do next. You leaned your face closer to hers, inch by inch, giving Natasha the option to pull away before actually kissing her. But she didn't do such a thing, instead she leaned in too, meeting your lips halfway. Once your lips met, both of you battled for domination of the kiss. It ended up with you having the upper hand, the black widow was too smitten by you. Kissing Natasha was the best feeling ever.

Since both of you didn't know what to say after the kiss, you just continued kissing until it became a bit too intense and hot. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?" You asked the red head. She nodded happily, stealing a short kiss afterwards and then resting her forehead against yours. "Look at us, who would have thought?"

"Not me." You both giggle like little girls on a christmas morning. "I might be in love with you." Your heart melts at her confession, you knew expressing her feelings and emotions is not something easy for her.

"I feel the same way." You smiled at her lovingly. "How about we skip this whole girlfriend thing and just get straight up married?"

"There's absolutely nothing straight in this relationship detka. Let's wait a bit and enjoy our girlfriend phase for a while, alright?"

You huffed but nodded. "Can we fake our marriage then? Because I really wanna call you my wife and confuse the others."

"Oh baby, you can call me whatever you want. I'm yours and only yours." She smirked at you, thinking of names she wanted you to call her.

There were a few minutes of silence before you decided to speak up again. "You were right about leaving out details earlier."

"I figured. You weren't as smooth as you thought you were but if I'm beging honest then I officially knew when you mentioned the name Aliana." So Natasha did know the name but how come? "It's my middle name and I always thought of naming my child Aliana, that means if I ever had one considering what the red room did to my ovaries."

"I'm in between of being extremely heartbroken and jealous that you don't have any ovaries." You admitted. "I hate that they didn't give you a choice but on the other hand you don't have to deal with bleeding out of your vagina every month ugh."

"That is indeed a positive side but I'd gladly deal with that if that meant to be able to have a family of my own." Natasha longed for a family her whole life, the closest she could get was being an aunt to Clint's children.

"Carrying a child doesn't mean we can't start a family. Adoption is an option and honestly I rather adopt a child that already lost its parents than bring another child into this world." You put your hands on her tiny waist, loving the feeling of touching her body gently. "Also you, me and Yelena, we are already a family and now being in a relationship everything will feel ever more family like."

"You seriously don't understand how glad I feel to have you in my life. Moya lyubov, please don't ever leave me."

"I wouldn't dream of it, wife." Natasha usually hated pet names but loved hearing them coming out of your mouth now. "Let's just cuddle for a while and then we can go to that party you were talking about earlier."

"Ohh I can't wait to show you off." Natasha had the biggest grin you had ever seen on her face. In a way you were glad that she fucked up your friendship when you accidentally came out. You didn't think you'd have realized your feelings if that hadn't happened.

In the end it was the silence that brought to a second chance that surprisingly bonded you like nothing else. All you had to do now is surviving with these new powers of your to have long life with Natasha Romanoff.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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more night!nurse? i’m in love! maybe something more with jason buying her dinner?

"Hey Sunflower," Jason hummed, slipping through your window with a bag of burgers and some fries, "You hungry?"

When there's no response from the couch where he can see your feet sticking up, he froze. Putting the bag quietly on the table and creeping forward. Expecting to see you, a bloody, mangled mess. Only to see you sound asleep. Your chest rises and falls slowly. Still in the clothes you wore home from work. Like you'd sat down to put your feet up, just for a moment and sleep had crashed into you before you'd known it was coming. Before you could even turn on the TV.

"Oh, sweetheart," he breathed. Exhaling a sigh of relief. "Guess you're not hungry, huh?" He thought for a minute about waking you up but. He didn't know when you last slept. Or how long you'd been asleep. But you looked exhausted when he last saw you. So, he settled in to eat- but not before throwing a blanket over you carefully. It's chilly in here. And he's not sure if your slum lord landloard is dragging ass fixing your heat or if you just like it that way. But regardless. You should be cozy.

And if you woke up in time, he'd make sure you ate.

It wasn't healthy but- he forgot to grab the stack of cash he had for you. And he figured it wouldn't take anything off his tab but. Anyone that worked like you did and then volunteered for Leslie when they had time deserved dinner.

Jason went to the kitchen, looking for a cold drink and a couple plates and froze when he missed the counter trying to set a can down, "Damn it," he hissed, wincing when you sat up, looking around.

"It's just me, beautiful," he said apologetically. "I uh- brought you dinner. You want-"

"How long was I asleep?" you rasp, rubbing your face with your hands. Feeling like your head was full of radio static.

"Dunno," he said, grabbing another couple cans and some plates, watching you try and get your bearings and check your watch before flopping back with a groan. "Come have dinner with me," he chuckled, "Then be comatose. You'll sleep better."

"Why-"

"Was half way here and remembered I forgot your money. Figured I'd bring you dinner and an IOU."

"You don't have to-"

"Well Leslie doesn't pay you and you can't pay rent on tamales," he pointed out. "Gotcha a burger- didn't know what you wanted on it though so I got everything on the side."

"Ketchup, mustard, onion, extra pickles," you murmur, rolling to your feet.

"Simple tastes," Jason said, pouring a soda into a glass for you. "Long day?"

"Long three days," you sigh. "Not sure how long I was up but- I watched the sunrise twice."

"Ugh," he said, plating food for you. "What did-"

"The only reason I'm not at the Clinic is because Leslie sent me home before I fell asleep on my feet... I might call in tomorrow. I feel like I died and they forgot to tell me."

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yanderepuck · 2 months

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It's this bitch's birthday sooo uhhh. Here's something I guess. Even tho I JUST wrote two for him may or may not have run into this idea bc I found medical gags and went "Faust"

GOING TO TRY TO KEEP IT SHORT. Update: I think I'd call it short...considering it's me

"Fuck you're so pretty like this."

He runs his hand through your hair, tilting your head back. You have no clue what it was that he put in your mouth. You couldn't even guess but it seems like something a dentist would use for a check up.

It's all metal and keeps your lip spread wide open. It's not uncomfortable. You doubted you actually looked flattering. He just liked having you on your knees being submissive.

You try to say something but you can't.

"Shush. I'm going to use your mouth for what it was meant for."

A finger grazes against your teeth as if he's inspecting them. Saliva is pooling in your mouth, slowly dripping out.

"Now you're making a mess like some damn animal," he growls. "You better not start whining like one too."

He pulls his fingers away and pulls out his hardened cock. You glanced between him and his cock. He's always so much thicker than you think.

Before you can inch closer he grabs the back of your head, shoving his cock into your mouth.

"Ohhh..." he moans softly. Your lips may have already been stretched, but they were still snug around his length.

You winced slightly, his cock taking up the majority of your mouth

"If you want to eat, start sucking."

Saliva was escaping from the corners more, but you started to boob your head and swirl your tongue around his shaft.

You couldn't hollow your cheeks very well, but he was very much enjoying it.

With his tip running against the roof of your mouth, and his precum mixing with your saliva, you were just about to start gagging. His full cock wasn't even in your mouth.

His hands running through your hair told you that he's satisfied with how you are doing.

"Come on. Aren't you hungry," he smirks down at you.

Your face is fully flushed with so many liquids coming out. You whined softly and took in more of him.

Faust let out a gasp and started to get red. He couldn't help but to start thrusting into your mouth, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat.

"Ungh... Your mouth is so warm," he put his other hand back against the table he was in front of for stability. "I just want to," he groans and while holding your head in place he thrusts faster.

You put your hands on his thighs, wanting him to stop before your gag reflux fully kicks in, but he keeps going until he's satisfied. Until he's filled your hole with cum. That's all your mouth is, just another dumping hole for his cum.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to swallow the cum as it gets fucked to the back of your throat.

His thrusts slow down as less and less cum comes out, eventually stopping, but keeping his cock in your hole.

He pants softly and looks down at you. Tears coming from your eyes, snot from your nose, cum and drool from your mouth. You were a disaster, but you served your purpose.

Faust pushes any loose hairs out of your face then pushes his glasses back onto his face. Pulling out of your mouth, your jaw stays in the same shape, unable to close it. It was starting to hurt, you just wanted to relax your jaw.

"Look at that," he hums. You weren't sure what he meant. "Your mouth is still wide open, begging for more."

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 7 months

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Okay so the baby vamps is there anything that scared the boys at first while taking care of them?

I have baby vamps but right now I can’t remember their names. But I can remember the baby vamps I gave Star names

OK FIRST OFF... You gotta tell me/share more about your baby vamps to me some time!! I'd love to hear about them! And tell me those names too!🥺🥺

And to answer your question for yours truly, I'm gonna ramble a little if you don't mind~ 🤭

Now... Were the boys scared of anything in fatherhood?

𝔻𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕕

The thing that scared David when it came to taking care of both Anastasia and Chris was feeding... And not the feeding you think!

It was just eating in general- especially when they started to ween off of milk onto baby food and blood. Baby vampires tend to have quite an appetite when developing and he had such an anxiety of choking its not even funny. 😅

It was actually kind of hard to spot this little fear since David seemed the most collected and calm through the early months of parenthood... But Chrysta started to notice how he'd always stare very laser focused while she fed Annie or he'd lean or rock/shift uncomfortably a lot in his chair while never breaking eye contact when she would feed Chris.

And the second one of them would cough cause they got some milk or blood down the wrong pipe, or they gagged on the spoon- even if they made a face at a new texture or taste of baby food, all Chrysta had to do was blink and David was already up on his feet quickly pacing toward her and perching himself behind her to watch or aid.

"Is she choking?"

"No, David, she's just got a little food down the wrong tube."

"Her face looks red."

"It's her natural blush, baby."

"Make her eat slower. Kid's giving me a damn heart attack."

"I can't control that hun-"

𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕

Literally anytime Tiffany cried Paul would start panicking. Was she hungry? Hurt? Fussy? Was it his fault?

As soon as he saw that bottom lip start quivering, and her eyes start to get glossy, he's already calling for Chrysta nervously.

He can't help but feel guilty afterward, sometimes he feels like he's leaving all the hard stuff for Chrysta to figure out cause he's too scared for the first time in his life of messing up. 🥺

But Chrysta was able to help him through it. Anytime he'd come to her for help, she'd simply walk him through what to do while letting him get experience till he felt a little more confident. He's much better now at it, even if he still goes into panic mode for a couple of minutes before the Daddy senses kick in.

"I don't think I'm cut out for this, Mamas..."

"You're doing just fine, Paul. See? She was just crying for her Dad."

"I guess..."

"Just wait, once those daddy senses kick in, you'll be able to handle it like a champ."

𝘿𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚

Legit everything about being a girl-dad terrified this poor man. Sure, he's raised Laddie as one of his own, and even besides that he's pretty good with kids- but when Jennifer was born, boy was he a wreck- especially due to the fact Chrysta was gonna be recovering a lot for the first few months after some birth issues.

I mean, this little girl fit in both palms of his large hands, and she was so fragile and delicate he was afraid of even breathing on her in fear she'd just break like porcelain in his arms.

He was used to being more rough and playful with Laddie, and his other coven members too, but now that he had a "little lady" on his hands, he was so scared of even letting her getting a scratch on the knee.

He was so cautious and careful of his baby girl- even to this day! Just watch this tall, quiet, brooding, and intimidating vampire go into papa bear mode when his little girl comes running up to him with tears in her eyes saying he needs to kiss the ouchy on her finger better. 🥺😭

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I've mentioned or stated before that Kat is a climber- on other things other than using Marko as her personal jungle gym.

You should watch this weird-footed toddler climb the walls of the hotel, and crawl upside down from the rafters while running away from Marko, thinking it's the funnest game to play when daddy wakes up!

Marko has different thoughts on this 'game'... 😬 wanna see Marko freak out for the first time in his life? Watch him scramble around with his arms stretched out in fear of Katherine above slipping and falling all the way down. Thankfully, she never has.

If there's one thing he wishes she never got, it was his reckless nature and dumbass energy.😔

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Sex Lies (NSFW 18+)

A First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: You know it's a vibe 😏

Synopsis: You and your husband write and record your song Sex Lies for your debut album

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

Requested by: my honey bun @arination99 💕😘

Do Not Engage If You Are Not 18+

"Babeee! Come on and stop playin!"

You were frustrated with your husband since he kept distracting you while you were in the studio trying to finish writing and recording songs for your debut album.

"I'm not even doing anything!" Jack responded as he was occupied with placing kisses along your neck.

"You are literally doing everything EXCEPT helping me write this."

"Then stop teasing me all the time."

"Sir, I am literally just sitting here."

"Yeah, sitting there in some tiny ass shorts that I can practically see your pussy through. Don't nobody need to be seeing that shit but me."

"We are literally the only two people in the studio right now."

"Lemme eat you out real quick. I'm hungry."

"JACKKKK!"

"That's what you'll be screaming in about two minutes."

"Baby, I have an idea."

"Does it involve me getting my dick wet or your pussy on my tongue? Because if it does I'm all ears."

"Babe...."

"Okay, okay. I'll be serious."

"Impossible because you so damn childish."

"Just lemme slide the shorts to the side."

"You keep this shit up and I won't give you any for a week. Now write a damn verse for this."

You handed him your notebook full of lyrics and Jack saw that the song you were working on was entitled Sex Lies.

"Now I'm already horny as hell and now you want me to write a verse for a song called Sex Lies?"

"If you write it and I like it, you can eat me out."

"Right here?"

"Yes"

"Right now?"

"Yes"

"Hand me a pen mamas."

As Jack was writing his verse, you were trying to think of another verse to add on after his and then the song would be complete. He actually sat there quiet and let you focus on the task at hand.

"Baby..."

"Yes, my love."

"I'm finished. You wanna look at it?"

"Jack, it's only been ten minutes."

"I know and this shit is fire."

"I'll be the judge of that. Hand it here."

Jack slid the notebook over to you and you began to look over his verse all for there to be an increase in wetness in between your thighs.

"You okay over there mamas? You look a little hot and bothered."

"Why do you say that? I’m fine."

"Your nipples instantly got hard when you started reading so I already know you probably wet as hell."

"Jack...."

"Hmm?"

"Shut up and let me finish reading."

"I'm just trying to be a good husband and offer my services to my wife."

Jack then picked you up to sit on his lap and began kissing your neck once more earning a moan from you leaving the notebook forgotten.

"Hmm, looks like it's not just me. You want this as bad as I do, don't you baby?"

"Fuck you."

"And that's what I plan on doing."

Jack then slid his hand into your shorts all to notice you weren't wearing any panties and began rubbing small circles on your clit and you felt the coolness of his Private Garden ring.

Your breath hitched in your throat as Jack was trying to keep you in place with his other hand because knowing how you get, both of you would have ended up on the floor.

You were known for squirming and trying to run away, but he wasn't having it.

"Babe...."

"Now I now you didn't leave the house with no panties on. What do you have to say for yourself? And you know better, what's my name?"

"Daddy and nothing because I'd do it again."

"So you out here in these streets acting like a little slut?"

"No." You whimpered as Jack's motions were becoming faster before he slipped two fingers into you and you could feel how hard he was through his jeans.

"But, I think you are."

"Only... for.... you... fuckkkk I'm about to cum."

"Just for me huh? You remember in Miami when I had you bent over the balcony railing?"

"Mm yesss."

"You took me so well, baby. And I got to let everyone know how much of a little slut you are."

Jack then added another finger before moving them in and out of you at an even faster pace.

"JACKKKK!"

"And there it is. I told you that you would be screaming my name. Come on baby, let go. You look so pretty when I make you cum."

You released all over his fingers and moaned at the sight of him licking them.

You then let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding as Jack picked you up and sat you back down in the chair he was once sitting in while dropping to his knees and spreading your thighs apart.

"Babe.."

"You said I could eat you out if I wrote the verse did you not?"

"Yes, but..."

"Then shut your ass up and let me enjoy my meal."

Jack slid your shorts to the side and took a second to take in the sight that was in front of him.

"Shit, mamas. It's like Niagara Falls down here. You tryna drown me?"

"Baby, will you hurry up?"

"I literally just made you cum less than a minute ago. Be patient otherwise I will let your ass stay horny. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, daddy."

"That's what I fucking thought. Keep them legs spread."

Jack first started out by kissing along both of your thighs and you were growing impatient and let out a groan making him stop.

"Does Mrs. Harlow have something she would like to share with me?"

You quickly shook your head no and Jack's curly head of hair dived in between your thighs with his beard tickling you. A sensation that you had grew to love.

With lapping at your folds and inserting four fingers this time you just knew you were about to lose it. You quickly inserted your hands into his curly hair to pull him in closer.

“Ohhhh shiiiit, babeeee!!”

“Wrong name.”

“Fuck, daddy.”

You came once again and Jack was not trying to show you any mercy and dove right back in.

“Wait, hold on...”

“Nuh uh you begged me for this shit and now you want me to wait?”

Just then you were interrupted by the door opening, however this just made Jack hold onto your legs tighter making you whimper and impossible for you to push him off of you.

“I’m back with food... and Druski.”

“Jackkk”

“Wait one got damn minute?! Y/N!! Jack!!” Druski exclaimed at the sight in front of him.

There wasn’t much they could see since your back was turned, but one thing was clear.

Your husband was in between your legs.

“That’s what Mrs. Harlow just said.”

“Can yall not keep your hands off each other for AN HOUR? I only went to get food!”

Urban.

“We’re about to be done in 3...”

“Shiiitt....”

“2...”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckkkkkk.”

“1.”

“You.get.on.my.nerves.”

“Hmm, is that how you treat your man after I made you cum three times?”

“Jack, get your ass up off the floor. Hi Y/N.”

“Why? It’s my favorite place to be.”

“Hi, this will be the first time and the LAST you will ever see that.”

“Jack, I can see that, but you have company now and Y/N, is that how you treat your guest?”

“Yes, she does. She know I don’t share. Once in a lifetime thing for you.”

“Excuse me. Anyway, did yall finish the song?”

“Yes, just have to record my verse.”

“Drive her crazy when I talk when we fuckin'

But it's crazy 'cause if I ain't have nothin', we wouldn't be talkin' or fuckin'

I bust a nut, and that's the end of discussion

I fuck you like it was our last time, I know it's lust, I don't say that I love you (love you)

I might just whisper in your ear and tell you nobody gon' fuck you like me

Then she turn around, she look back up like I'ma make you wife me

I push on her legs, I go in deep and I she don't even fight it

I won't stop until we reach the climax, I'ma keep on climbing

Look me in my eyes and say it's mine, but I just know she lying

Always on the grind, I don't have time for no wine and dining

And I can find another you before you can go find a dime

And you gon' make that pussy cum for daddy is my favorite line “

“WELL SHIT! I see why we walked in and saw what we saw.”

“Damn, say that last line again for me daddy.”

“NO, DO NOT. We don’t need another show. One was enough.” Urban replied while rolling his eyes.

“Speak for yourself!” Druski exclaimed from his spot on the couch next to Urban.

Jack smirked before coming over to where you were sitting and bent down to whisper into your ear.

“And you gon’ make that pussy cum for daddy.”

“Aye! Cut that whispering shit out. Horny asses.”

“Stop being a hater, Urb!” Jack teased as he rolled his eyes while you hugged him from the side.

“We have to get him a girl.”

“Yeah, because right now he’s married to Mary Jane.”

“I HEARD THAT!”

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