[cuvntt]

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AVATAR

Jake Sully -

dilf jake thoughts ☆

Ralak (@zestys-stuff oc) -

ralak eating out reader ☆

MARVEL

Miguel O'hara -

miguel taking his anger out on reader ☆

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i feel so insecure about my own writing lately i can’t explain it but everything i write down just sucks 🫠

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HIYA

hi baby

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yeah, i think miguel loves a nice little tummy bulge but you know what i think he loves more? a throat bulge.

he’s going absolutely feral in his mind as you lay on the soft sheets of your bed, nude and spread out for him. your eyes never leave his as you lean back and throw your head over the end of the bed, staring at him upside down. he groans and moves forward, thick cock in hand as he inches it towards your mouth. he slaps the fat tip a couple times on your lips, precum smearing over the skin of your bottom lip thats rosy and swollen from the way he sinks his fangs into it every-time he kisses you. “open”

you unhinge your jaw, tongue rolling out to rest flat against your chin as you welcome him into your mouth.

he wastes no time filling you up, grunting as his eyes set on the outline of his cock just bulging under the skin of your throat that he’s trained so well. it’s hypnotizing almost, watching it move with every rough thrust he gives into you. his hands rest at the base of your neck, feeling it grumble with your muffled moans that vibrate along his cock, tears along your waterline as he’s reaching so fucking deep. the room is filled with his grunts and strings of curses as he gets addicted to vulgar sight of his cock in your throat.

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Emotional Jack head cannon

Emotional Jack Headcanon

Anger: You have rarely seen Jack angry. Frustrated and annoyed, plenty of times, but it takes a lot for him to physically show anger. Your strongest memory of him angry is when Brooklyn was barely a day old. You were in the hospital stressed and anxious because you had barely held your daughter for 30 minutes before they were taking her away for tests and no one was telling you anything. The rush of hormones and the last 24 hours of giving birth were too much, and you were inconsolable. Jack watched you get blown off by the nurses one time too many before he had enough. "WHO THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO PAY TO GET MY WIFE SOME ANSWERS? TELL ME HOW MUCH, AND I'LL PAY IT" You could hear him yelling at the nurses station from your room. He had the entire labor and delivery floor terrified, but you immediately got to see your daughter again. Jack saw red when it came to you and Brooklyn being upset, and he'd do anything to make sure you weren't hurting anymore.

Happiness: Jack rarely allows himself to be truly happy. He's always moving forward, wanting more, because he's afraid the things that make him happy will slip away if he lets his guard down. The first time he met you, he remembered being unapologetically happy. You were just so full of life and kindness, and he knew he'd do anything to make you his. He wanted to be a better man for you. At first your relationship was so easy and natural, but his insecurities started to creep in, and his grip on your relationship tightened. He was short with you one night, his frustrations about losing you bubbling to the surface, but you just wouldn't give in. Every dagger he threw at you, you met him with compassion, something he didn't think he deserved. "I don't know what's going on with you, but I love you, and I'm not going anywhere. We'll get through it together." He replayed your words in his head every time he became insecure, and he felt the walls he built start to fall. He's allowed himself to feel happiness with you ever since.

Love: Loving Jack is easy. He's kind, humble and treats you they way you always wished your previous boyfriends would have. Where other people may tell you he loves you, Jack shows it. In the way that he checks in with you to make sure you're okay, or you feel his protective touch when you're out in public. You never have to wonder where his loyalty lies, and you never second guess your relationship when you're together. Its loving him at a distance that can be difficult, and it's almost broken you two apart many times. It's not that you think he'll cheat on you while he's on the road, but the weeks of loneliness are hard to deal with, and a phone call doesn't replace a physical body laying next to you at night. He knows his career is hard on you, and is forever grateful that you are understanding.

Sadness: Jack really opened up to you while he was recording JACKMAN. It was a project that was more emotional and raw than any of his previous albums and he covered some very dark topics that you never thought he would allow the public to witness. It was a reminder to you that even when you love someone with your entire soul, your love does not rid them of their own sadness and internal struggle. "What can I do to help you, baby?" you asked him the night after his GMA performance, a point where he felt his lowest. You knew he didn't have an answer for you, but it was your way of telling him that you were here for him, and you were going to walk through this together.

Fear/Anxiety: The first time Brooklyn was sick as an infant, Jack was truly scared. She was so small and helpless, and there was nothing he could do to help her. She spent days in the hospital with pneumonia, and he spent most of his time thinking his time with his best friend was going to be short lived. He was by her side the entire time, giving you time to rest, and he would talk to her, telling her stories about how amazing her mom was, and all of the things he couldn't wait to do with her. "I need you, so you can't leave us yet." His heart was pounding out of his chest, and until now he realized he had never loved anything as much as he loved Brooklyn. She was a part of him, taking up space in his heart that could never be replaced with anything else. That scared the crap out of him. As she got better and was able to come home, he knew he would do anything to protect his little family.

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School Day Blues

Words: 2,450

Warnings: Quick mention of racism, otherwise just really silly lol

Author's Notes: thanks to @jacksdaycare for the request. I love protective Husband and Dad Jack, but this is just plain nonsense lol

Your excitement for Brooklyn to start pre-school was quickly overshadowed by the bitchy moms that you came in contact with on her first day. You and Jack joined a two year long wait-list to get her into the best private school in Louisville when she was only five days old, and you did everything you could to be a present parent. You signed up to be head of the parent/teacher committee, a position you thought would gain you favor with the other moms, but you quickly realized it was the job that nobody else wanted.

“Ok, but is there any way we can reschedule?

Yes, I understand that we’ve been planning this for a year, Candace. I’m head of the committee.

Will you just listen-

Ok, fine. Yeah, you have good night too.”

You hung up your phone with an aggressive push of your index finger. “Bitch.”

“Everything okay, babe?” Jack flipped the kitchen light on, Brooklyn in his arms. She was already dressed in her pajamas, ready for bed. You had been so focused on finishing the schedule for the open house at Brooklyn’s school, you didn’t even realize it was already after her bedtime. You rubbed your hands down your face. “Yeah, sorry.” Once he could see you fully, Jack realized you were seconds away from tears. “I’m gonna put B to bed and then I’ll be right back.” You nodded, wiping your nose. You buried your head in the crook of your arm, resting on the table.

You heard Jack shuffle back into the kitchen a few minutes later, the sound of the wood scraping the tile when he pulled out a chair across from you. He rested his chin on the wood, tapping your forearm to get your attention. “Look at me.” You let out a small groan. “Hey, baby, look at me.” You begrudgingly lifted your head, your eyes puffy and red from crying. Jack gave you a small smile, his hand still on your forearm.

“Before you tell me what’s going on, take few breaths.” The first one you let out was ragged and got caught in your throat; you felt tears coming on again. “Again.” Jack sat back in his chair, his shoulders relaxed. You let out a second breath, this one steadier.

“Feel better?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now, what’s going on?”

“It’s the open house event this week. I’ve been planning this for months, but because of work, I would miss practically the entire thing. I tried asking Candace, our Vice President, if it was possible to reschedule, but she said if I wasn’t a “committed parent”, maybe I should just rethink running for President again next year.” You gathered the papers you had in front of you. “Well, fuck that bitch.” You chuckled, looking at your husband, his eyes kind.

“Wait, isn’t an open house just that thing where parents walk around to the different classrooms?” You rolled your eyes, letting out a tired breath. “At regular schools, yes, but here, it’s just an excuse for the parents to get together and drink on the school’s dime. Our goal is to get as many donations as we can for the school, that will be used for the kids during the year.”

“How can I help you?” You slid back in your seat, dropping the papers in the trash can. “I appreciate you wanting to help, but I don’t think there’s anything you can do. I will just have to admit defeat this time.” Jack followed behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned back against his chest, Jack peppering kiss on your neck, making you giggle. “You know you’re the best mom ever, right?” You let out a defeated sigh. “Then why don’t I feel it?” You turned in his hold, pressing your hands against his chest. “Because you’re letting them get in your head. We chose this school because it was the best one for Brooklyn’s education, but its full of rich, snobby parents with nothing better to do then shit on the one person trying to actually get stuff done. They’re jealous of you.” Jack placed a kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering on your skin.

“You’re sweet, baby, but that doesn’t change anything.”

“What if I go for you?” You looked up, your eyebrows scrunching in confusion. “Jack, I couldn’t ask you to do that. You don’t have any idea what these women are like, and anyway you haven’t been a part of any of the planning. You would have no idea what’s going on.” You broke away from his hold. “So, tell me. Tell me what I have to do, and I’ll do it. No questions asked.”

“You would do that for me?”

“Baby, I would do anything for you. This is light work. Besides, I’m bringing reinforcements.”

****

Jack walked into the Elementary school, Urban and Clay following behind him. “So, this is where they’re keeping the cougars. This whole time I’ve been hanging around the Zumba classes at the gym.” Clay joked. Jack turned around to face him, not amused. “Hey! Get it together. Y/N is trusting me to get this open house to run smoothly, and I can’t disappoint her.”

“Ok. Sorry.” Clay threw up his hands in surrender.

“It’s bad enough the other moms talk shit about Y/N-“

“Wait, who’s talking shit about my sis? Was it her?” Clay points a finger at a random woman in the hallway, throwing daggers at her with his eyes. She ducks into a nearby classroom, pure fear on her face.

Jack swats Clay’s hand down. “Look, she said everything was already taken care of, all we have to do is make sure people are talking and mingling. Clay, you man the refreshment station, make sure everyone has plenty of drinks tonight. Urban, your job is to get signatures for school donations, okay? Even you two idiots should be able to handle that.” Urban pulled his blunt from between his lips, his face offended. “What about you, idiot, what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to try to campaign for Y/N. I know she loves being PTA president, and maybe I can convince some of these moms to loosen up and get off her back, so she has a chance of winning again next year.” Jack saw a puff of smoke from the corner of his eye. “Can you put the blunt out, dude, this is my daughter’s school.”

“You said these moms need to loosen up. This is how you do that.”

****

Once everyone was settled and the event was underway, Jack began to make his rounds. He decided to start with a group of women standing in the corner.

“Excuse me ladies, I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Jack, Brooklyn’s dad.” He held out his hand, but none of the women accepted. They were all too busy drooling over the 6’3” rapper, their eyes revealing the explicit fantasies playing in their minds. Jack retracted his hand, immediately uncomfortable. “Hi Jack.” A petite blonde spoke up, her words slurring slightly from the couple glasses of wine she’d had that night. She held out a limp hand; Jack reluctantly took it.

“You said you were Brooklyn’s dad? We just love her, she’s such a sweet, well-behaved child.” A taller brunette chimed in. “Had we known you were her dad, we would have invited you to a lot more parties.” The ladies erupted in laughter.

“Are you single, Jack?” The blonde asked him, giving him lustful eyes. “Some of those parties we throw are just for adults.” She attempted to wink at him, but her inebriation just made it look like half her face was shutting down. “Uh, no, my wife actually put this whole thing together.” Jack rubbed the back of his head, beads of sweat collecting at the curls on the nape of his neck.

“Oh, your wife is Y/N?” Jack could feel an immediate shift in the room, and he didn’t like that at all.

“Something wrong with that?”

“Oh, no! Not at all. Will you excuse us?” The ladies all shuffled off, leaving Jack boiling with anger. He thought that Y/N was caught up in some petty bullshit, but it was obvious that there was something else going on.

****

Jack found Clay behind the drink table, pouring out a cup of punch for a waiting attendee. “What is in these drinks?” Jack leaned down, immediately backing up when he got a waft of something much stronger than wine. “I don’t know man, but it’s got these moms horny as fuck. One mom asked me if I wanted to join her and her husband in a threesome. I don’t want to be here anymore, Jack.” Clay whispered out in desperation, but Jack was preoccupied. “Yeah, those moms were all over me too. When I told them whose husband I was, they all got quiet. Where’s Urban?”

“I don’t know man.” Clay shrugged, ducking down under the table when he saw the same woman coming towards him that had hit on him earlier. “Save me man, please!”

Jack hurried out into the hallway, bumping into Urban as he rounded a corner. “Urb, where have you been? Did you get the signatures?” Urban pushed a clipboard into Jacks stomach, each line on the donation form occupied. “Yeah, it was super easy.

“What did you do?” Jack’s tone was accusatory. “Nothing. I just offered up some of my goodies in exchange for their wallets. All of these moms are wound up so tight, they just needed an outlet.”

“I don’t even want to know what that means, but thanks. That’s one thing Y/N won’t have to worry about.”

“Did you find out why they’re giving Y/N so much shit?” Jack shook his head, looking back into the room. “No, but there’s something going on.” Jack knew that Candace had something to do this, and he was going to confront her.

“Can you relieve Clay from the refreshments table?” Jack took off in the opposite direction. “No, man, I don’t want to be part of an old person threesome either.” Urban called after him.

****

Candace couldn't help herself, gossiping with a group of women during the event. “I mean, I hope she doesn’t think this sad excuse for an open house event is going to make us like her. There’s nothing that will make me want to have a black woman as our PTA president ever again. We only elected her because her husband is famous, and we need their money." The women around Candace snickered, their faces quickly dropping. She turned around to see Jack standing behind her, having heard every word. “Oh, Jack, I hope you didn’t think-“

“That you have been treating my wife horribly because she’s a black woman?”

“I-"

****

You couldn’t help the huge smile on your face when you entered the school and saw how many parents had actually shown up for your event. The school was so nicely decorated, parents were laughing and talking together. For a second, all of the headache seemed worth it. That was until you saw Candace touching your husband. Now you were seeing red.

“Hey, sis! What are you doing here?” Clay blocked your way down the hall. “Clay, move out of the way.” Your eyes were still locked on the woman you hated the most getting too cozy with Jack. Clay thought he should run interference while Jack confronted Candace, but he was quickly failing. “Y/N, wait!” You don’t even remember reaching the end of the hallway, you were so angry.

“Baby, what are you doing here?” Jack was surprised to see you.

“I finished work early, wanted to see how everything came together.” You said through gritted teeth, Candace cowering under your stare. “It’s not enough that you make my life a living hell, even though I try so hard, but now you’re hitting on my husband?!” Clay finally caught up with you, out of breath. “Why are you so damn fast and strong?” Jack grabbed your arm, pulling you back. “Y/N, she wasn’t hitting on me.”

“Oh, no. I definitely wasn’t.” Candace shook her head fervently.

“Candace and I were just talking about how important our yearly donation to the school was, and how much she would hate to lose it. Right?” Jack hoped that she was getting the hint. “She was also talking about how great she thought this event was going, and how you had her support next year in the run for president.” Jack’s face was deadpan.

Candace’s eyes grew wide, before agreeing. “Yes, thank you, Y/N. You did such a great job.” She walked away without saying another word.

“What the hell was that?” You were stunned, not expecting the night to end this way in a million years. “Why are you surprised? You did an amazing job, baby.” Jack gave you a kiss on the forehead, squeezing your hand affectionately. “Let’s get out of here.”

****

As Clay and Urban ran to the car, you and Jack lingered back. He could see that your face was riddled with confusion.

“You okay?” Jack’s question jogged you out of your funk.

“Tell me the truth.”

Jack stopped in his tracks. “About what?”

“Jack, please don’t lie. Candace just accused me of not being a committed parent not even 24 hours ago, and all of a sudden she’s singing my praises. Fuck that.” Jack sighed, pulling you to a bench off to the side. He raked his fingers through his curls. “You were right, these women are terrible. I overheard Candace talking about you.”

“Let me guess what about. How much she hates me because I’m black?”

“How did you know?”

“She does not know how to whisper.” Jack chuckled. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I knew if you found out, you would have stormed up here and threatened to pull our donation.” You raised your eyebrows at him, knowing he had done exactly that tonight.

“Brooklyn really likes this school and she’s making so many friends, I thought my suffering was worth it to see her happy.”

Jack pulled you into his side, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “No, you don’t deserve that. We’ll find Brooklyn a new school. I don’t want her to think she’s not an amazing child just because she goes to school with a bunch of racists. That not the life we want for her.”

“You’re right and thank you for standing up for me tonight.”

“Always. But don’t think I didn’t see you getting jealous over me tonight.” Jack poked you in your side, teasing you. “What are you talking about? I was not jealous. I thought she was attacking you. I feared for your life.” Your face blushed red, but you denied it with your words anyway. “Oh, really? You sure you just couldn’t handle the thought of all of these women thirsting over your sexy husband?”

“Yes, now drop it”, you replied, giving him a smile and a quick kiss. “Where‘s Urb and Clay?” You looked around at the empty parking lot, yours, and Jack’s cars the only one still parked. “Pretty sure they’re hiding in the car. Did you know that a lot of these moms are swingers?”

“Literally nothing you would have told me about this school would surprise me.”

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just thinking about how miguel would take his anger out on you...

warnings: smut smut smut

(MINORS DNI)

he'd come home from a long night, hair a mess, cuts on his cheeks and lips.

he slams the door shut, ripping his mask off. letting out an annoyed groan. the slamming of the door makes you jump up from your seat on the couch. "miguel?" you whisper, looking up at his tall frame. he looks over at you, throwing his mask on the kitchen counter. he makes his way over to you, looking down at you. "long day?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck. his large hands rest on your waist, gripping the soft flesh firmly. "doesn't matter" he says lowly, lips moving down to kiss your jaw. "well it matters to me migu-" he rolls his eyes. "shut up." he says before pressing his lips against yours. one of his hands make their way to cup your sex.

"gonna be a good girl for me and let me use this tight pussy, hermosa?" he asks, lips trailing your jaw. you nod, letting out quiet moan as his fingers circle against your clothed clit. "such a good slut for me." he husks, his other hand moves to your neck, squeezing it softly. "clothes off." he looks into your eyes "now." you nod, moving to undress yourself. miguel watches as you do so, biting his lips as he watches you slide your panties off. "bend over" he grabs your waist, turning you around. your hands grip the arm of the couch. you don't even realize his clothes are already off until you feel the tip of his cock against your wet hole. you moan "shut up." he says before slamming into you. you let out a loud moan as he does so. "what the hell did I just say, cariño?" he growls, thrusting faster into you.

his hands grip tightly on your waist as he pounds into you. he growls against your neck when he feels you clench down on him "mierda hermosa." he moans, breath tickling your ear. "fuck I love this pretty pussy." he groans out, one hand moving from your waist to your hair, pulling it hard. your back arches at this, letting out a high pitched moan.

he pulls you against him, moving to kiss your neck. "such a fucking slut" he growls. you moan, clenching down on him as you reach your high. "miguel-" you whine. he pulls your hair. "shut the fuck up and take it." he says against your ear, hips moving faster. "mierda I'm going to cum, mi vida." he moans. he starts to lose his pace as his high approaches. "dios- I'm cumming" he groans. you bite back a moan as you feel his seed spill into you.

you go limp against him, moving to lay your head on his shoulder, panting.

he slips out of you, grabbing your waist to turn you around.

"lay down and spread your legs we are far from done, hermosa."

I wrote this at 3 am, high asf. so if my grammar is a little funky just ignore it, thx.😋

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Haute Couture (18+)

Words: 1,554

Warnings: Contains explicit content, please DNI if under 18

You looked out the window of the jet, the top of the Eiffel tower visible in the distance as you got close to your destination. You were joining Jack in Paris for the Louis Vuitton dinner that evening, but Jack headed to the city before you to attend the Givenchy show that afternoon. You loved Paris and couldn’t wait to spend a couple of days with your love in the City of Lights. You were jogged out of your daydream by the sound of notifications on your phone. You opened twitter to see Jack’s fans going feral over his look for the fashion show, some tweets downright explicit. Your stomach twinged with jealousy as you read through your feed. Not a lot of people knew about your relationship, especially not the public, so you often had to withstand the thousands of thirst tweets and DM messages he received without being able to claim him publicly, and it pissed you off. Especially when he looked this fucking good in the photographs.

It took a few rings for Jack to answer your phone call. “Hey, baby.” You scoffed, he had some nerve giving you a regular greeting after what he’d done. “Oh lord, what now?” He chuckled. You could hear he was in a car, the roar of the engine in the background. “You alone?”, you asked, finally breaking the silence. “You’re not even going to ask me how the show was?” You rolled your eyes, clearing your throat. “I can see how good the show was; you’re trending on Twitter right now.” He perked up, knowing this was driving you crazy. “Oh really? What for?”

“Don’t be funny, Jack, I’m not in the mood.”

“What are you in the mood for?” His tone was telling, his voice low and gruff; you squeezed your thighs together at the thought of his hands on you.

“It’s not fair that other people get to see you like that. I miss you, baby.” You were pouting and felt like a brat even bringing it up, but it was how you felt.

“I wanna hear how much you miss me.” It was more of a command than a request.

“I just said I missed you.”

You could hear his smile over the phone. He let out a sharp breath. “You know that’s not what I mean.” Your pelvic muscles clenched involuntarily at his inuendo. “Jack, there are other people on this plane. I don’t think the pilot wants to hear me moan your name.”

“Fine. Then just listen. You belong to me, and I don’t think about anyone else but you. Tonight, I’m going to prove it to you. After I’m done with you, there won’t be an inch of your body that hasn’t been kissed, licked, or pleasured. I’m going to make you cum so hard with my just my tongue, you’re going to be tasting yourself on my lips for days. And then I’m going to fuck you so hard with my cock, that tight pussy of yours will only orgasm for me. Understand?”

You gulped, shifting in your seat, your wetness soaking your panties and jeans.

“Do you understand?” He asked again, this time expecting a response.

“Yes.”

“Good girl. I’ll see you tonight.”

****

Jack checked his phone a couple of times as he sat at the table. He was expecting you to arrive at least thirty minutes ago, and he was starting to get worried. He cursed to himself when he dialed you a couple of times but didn’t have good enough service for the call to go through.

Jack was startled when the waiter bent around him, holding out a small, wrapped box. “Monsieur Harlow. Mademoiselle Y/L/N regrets to inform you she could not join you for the party, but she hopes you’ll accept this gift as apology.”

Jack plucked the small card from the top of the box, recognizing your handwriting immediately.

Thought you would want a souvenir to remember your actions earlier today. Come find me at the hotel when you’re done tonight.

He pulled the ribbon on the gift, opening the top to reveal a piece of lace fabric. It took him a second to realize it was your underwear; the same underwear you were wearing today on the plane. Without giving hit a second thought, he excused himself from the table and headed to the hotel.

****

You heard the whirring of the key card as the door unlocked, Jack emerging from behind the door, his eyes dark. “You think you’re cute?”, he asked as he stripped off his suit jacket, moving to unbutton his white shirt. You couldn’t help but giggle as you layed on the bed. “So, you got your gift?” He scoffed, removing the buckle from his belt. “You know I did.” His hard cock sprung from his boxers as he slipped them down his hips. “What did you think?” You licked your hand, beginning to stroke the head of his cock, Jack letting out a groan as he gathered your hair in one of his hands. Knowing that you had him under control for at least a few seconds, your grabbed at his testicles, squeezing them in your hand. His hips bucked toward you. “Baby, what are you doing?” Jack edged out, his eyes squeezed shut in pain. “Just a reminder that you belong to me, too. I can’t have people thinking that you’re single looking that fuckin’ good. You won’t do it again, will you?” Jack was too focused on his balls to answer. You squeezed harder, making him cry out. “Fuck, yes, baby. I won’t do it again.” You released, giving him a cute little smile. “Thank you, baby.”

****

Jack shivered as you ran your lips across the tip of his cock, a string of saliva connecting when you pulled away. “Are you ready?” You simply nodded, sticking out your tongue to him. He slid his cock down your tongue, about halfway, so you could adjust to his size in your mouth. When you were ready, you tapped the back of his thighs to let him know you wanted more. With one thrust, he hit the back of your throat, slowly pulling back out so you could take a single breath before he thrusted into you again. You couldn’t help the tears brimming in your lashes, the drool uncontrollably dripping out of the sides of your mouth. “Fuck, your throat is almost as tight as your pussy.” It didn’t take long before you could feel his balls start to pulse, his pace staggering as he came close to orgasming. You whined when he removed himself from your mouth, wanting to continue to pleasure him. “Turn over.” You immediately complied, presenting your ass to him as you arched your back. You felt him drag his cock through your folds, stopping at your entrance at pushing the tip in. “Jack, please”, you begged, the teasing driving you crazy. With a snap of his hips, he thrusted into you, the force making your core clench around him. He set a furious pace, his pelvis hitting your ass with each drive.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum, Jack.” Jack pulled out, turned you around so you were on your back, before entering you again. He lifted your legs so he could hit your g-spot, helping to take you over the edge. You came around his cock within seconds, your orgasm traveling through your legs, making your toes curl. He placed kisses on your calves as he watched you catch your breath. “You okay?” He checked in with you. “Yes, keep going.” He slipped back into you, picking up that same pace, your orgasm immediately building in your lower stomach. “Jack, I’m gonna cum again”, you announced, breathless. “I’m close, too.” You tried holding off, but he was hitting your cushiony ceiling just right, you came again, this time the sensations even stronger. “Shit, I’m cumming.” Your clenched pelvic muscles drew out his orgasm, his release filling you up.

Jack hovered over you, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took to steady himself. “You did so good, baby.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, tasting the beads of sweat that had formed on your skin. You grabbed at his bicep, attempting to pull him back down. Where you thought you would feel relief at his weight being lifted off of you, you just felt cold. You could barely move, your core still tight from your last orgasm, and your limbs rendered immobile, aside from the occasional muscle twitch from fatigue. You could feel his cum begin to drip out of you, your body shuddering at the sensation. He used his index finger to collect what he could see, pushing it back into your pulsing pussy. “Fuck, Jack.” You grabbed at his hand, his large digit making you feel fuller than three fingers usually did. “I can’t do anymore, baby.” Your tone was pleading, but your eyes were lustful. You would take anything he was willing to give you. He lifted your hips, cupping your ass with both hands as he slid a pillow underneath. “Keep your legs closed for me, okay?” You complied, your eyelids heavy from fatigue. 

Jack chuckled, raising up and standing over you. “Don’t move. I’m not done with you yet.”

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[xoshowgrl]

Late Night Menu, hobie brown.

— hobie x reader (black coded)

just up thinking about a late night smoke sesh with hobie. how it was always a night to look forward to and how’d he leave you satisfied in the best ways.

the two of you chilling in your apartment, low sounds of music coming from your tv speakers setting the mood and raising the tension between you. it’d been the first time you’d seen him all week, hobie being extremely busy these days. the lights are dim and the room is clouded with smoke. your legs comfortably propped in hobie’s lap as he absentmindedly massages your feet as he takes a deep pull from the blunt. leaning forward and bringing his lips dangerously close to yours, delivering a flustering shotgun. pushing all the smoke from his pull deep into your lungs, letting you blow the smoke back into his face with a smirk. closing the little distance between you and claiming your soft lips while he caresses and massages the soft skin of your thighs and ass.

leading to you moaning and whining in his lap as two of his thick fingers slowly thrust into your pussy while his thumbs pressed against your throbbing clit. your hips bucking each time his his cold rings meet your skin, sending jolts of warmth through your body. hobie’s warm tongue is busy circling your pretty pierced nipples, tongue ring grazing against the sensitive skin before he’s sucking those sparkling hearts into his mouth. humming in satisfaction as he releasing it with a pop before leaning back to admire your high fucked out state. his eyes full of arousal as he slaps and massages your breasts.

“god, you’ve got such pretty tits..”

you let out a long whine, resting your head atop of his. intertwining your fingers into the tight coils of his nape, pads of your fingers running against his wicks and into his scalp. the two of you listening to sounds of your wet pussy squelching as you beg. “h-hobie, please.. i wanna cum..”

hobie chuckling softly, thrusting his fingers as deep as they can go. “you already know I like to watch you work for it love, so might as well get started, yeah?”

hobie pumping his fingers into you slowly as you grind down onto them from above. pussy sucking his fingers back in just as he starts to retreat them from you, soft pants leaving your lips as you work for your orgasm. hobie watching you with a smile, curling his fingers as breathy moans escape your lips. your pretty face contorted in pleasure and lips swollen and sticky from all the sloppy heated kissing.

the rough pads of his thumb working expertly on your clit, as he begins his thrusts to meet your rolling hips. pistoning his fingers right into that spot that sent you on a different high, as your pussy flutters on his fingers orgasm approaching quickly.

“gonna cum for me?”

you clench and moan, nodding eagerly as he roughly thrusts his fingers into you. eyes locked on yours as he demolished your pussy, and he looked so good. eyes dark, low, and red, chocolate skin illuminated by the dim light, and pretty white teeth on display beside his signature grin talking you through your orgasm like you loved.

“jussst like that pretty.”

“good fuckin’ girl.”

“you love creaming for daddy?”

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hey guys I'm so sorry I haven't been posting, I lost like all motivation to write but I'm back so if anyone has requests please send them my way.

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[messylustt]

el trato (the deal) part nine (finale)

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THIS SERIES WAS SO FUCKING GOOD OMG

[foreverdolly]

summary: the only thing separating the human world from that of tir na nog is an age-old border, built upon the blood and bones of the fallen soldiers of the great war. while the weaker fae are seen as nothing more than objects to be bought and sold to the humans, the unlucky mortals that find themselves in tir na nog often meet a far more brutal end. the border is weakening, and harmless sprites and seelie aren’t the only creatures that are finding their way through its cracks. beyond the human and fae lands there lies something far more sinister than a broken one hundred year old peace treaty. the unseelie, with their razor-sharp cunning and freakish strength, aren’t the only things that go bump in the night. a war even greater than the last is about to lay waste to both humans and fae alike, and nothing is ever as it seems. 

after the mysterious disappearance of her mother, you’re looking for answers. all signs are pointing to tir na nog, and though stepping across the border would be a death wish, she would feel like a traitor if she didn’t at least try. despite the fact that you are well trained in combat, she knows little about the dangers she would face in the foreign territories. no human, not even the most seasoned warrior, would be fit to accompany her on her journey. this is how she finds herself knee deep in the slums of her territory, face to face with one of the creatures that she had been taught to fear above all else . 

if the humans knew that not only was an unseelie living in their midst, but the general commander of the fae queen’s army, it would mean pandemonium. he’s on a mission, one that has been sent down directly from the queen herself, and he will stop at nothing to see it through. an ancient prophecy is coming into fruition, and the spearhead of it all is a woman that has been born out of taboo circumstances. 

the threat of a war even greater than the last is fast approaching, and the most important thing to both you and the fearsome general is crossing the border. you’re eager to rid yourself of the broody, snarky man’s presence, but nothing about your life has been easy. you know that indefinitely when the mating bond snaps into place the second the both of you cross onto tir na nog soil. protecting the chosen one meant to bring peace to both territories was a lot easier when she wasn’t his reason for living.

pairings: unseelie!austin butler x fae!reader

word count: 6.0k

warnings/notes: HELLA SMUT! in future chapters, gore, descriptions of violence, high world building, this is going to be enemies to lovers- so prepare for a lil bit of a slow burn, the creatures/monsters are going to be terrifying, the tension in this is going to be out the fuckin' roof so prepare for that, please keep in mind that this is high fantasy!

A cry rang out into the hot summer humidity, the high pitched noise cutting through the dense crowd of passerby. Very few men and women had any sort of reaction to the startling noise, simply going about their day to day business. The market was known for its improper vendors and indelicate items of sale. You had days to prepare yourself for the trek down through the countryside and past the privilege and safety that the high gates of your estate afforded you. Still, nothing could have prepared you for such cruelty. 

“What in God’s name does that man think he’s doing?” You asked from the sidelines, the middle of the mud covered street completely empty aside from the burly middle aged man and the small creature. Your boot stuck to the muck as you began taking steps forward, hoping to intervene. 

The elderly man that had been standing beside you quickly threw his arm out, blocking your path. “I can tell that you’re not from around here Miss, but getting in the middle of something like this isn’t something that a lady should busy herself with. What if you were to get hurt?” 

The old man’s hands were calloused, his rough palms yanking at the expensive fabric of your embroidered cloak. You were boiling in the thick fabric, but couldn't’ afford any of the locals recognizing you and running back to your uncle. The rotten man would no doubt drag you back home and lock you away for the rest of your natural life. You’d sweat to death before you let that happen. 

“Even so, I can’t just allow someone to hurt another living creature like this. I’ve never seen such a thi-” 

Another cry rang out, but this one was louder than the last. It sounded more desperate, more painful to even your untrained ears. The small sprite was dying, you knew that for sure. You were quick to shrug off the man’s grip, walking into the circle hurriedly. A few patrons of the nearby tents turned to face you, but you paid no mind. You hiked up your skirts in the hopes of saving it from the mud and soldiered on. The closer you got to the scene, the better you began to understand. 

The sprite wasn’t just being slapped around or mishandled, but the brute had his wing clutched tightly into one of his hands, its iridescence shining in the midday sun. The severity of the situation sank deep into your bones, disgust hollowing out your stomach and causing your blood to burn hot. That strange silver blood that ran through both you and the sprite’s veins was mixing in with the stench of wet earth, its sweet metallic tang thick on your tongue as you began to bend down to console the tiny creature. You quickly realized that being nice to the dying thing wouldn’t do a lick of good, so you straightened your back, the dagger at your hip burning hot. You felt the weight of the weapon, as if the thing had a life of its own and was calling out to you. 

It demanded the blood of the unjust. The blood of the cruel and soulless. 

“What is all of this? Explain yourself!” You demanded, your hood still hanging well over your eyes and hair. Still, your lips were downturned into a deep set scowl.

The burly man in front of you must have been just shy of six and a half feet- a giant compared to your own form. Still, you were trained enough to know that the larger men often relied on their size and weight to overpower their opponent. You were confident that the brute was all muscle with little to no strategy. If you needed to, you could take him. 

“Are you trying to tell me what I can and can’t do with my sprite, girlie?” He spat, glaring down at you. As if to rub the fact that he owned the poor thing in your face, he gave the wing another tight squeeze. 

Behind you the poor creature writhed in pain, pressing his small face into the mud. The cry of distress was muted since his small lips were pressed against the filthy ground. Your heart thrummed hard in your chest, and quicker than the man could have blinked you had acted. 

Kicking out with your left foot you gave the side of his knee a healthy kick. Just as you suspected, the large man let out a cry, quickly hurtling towards the ground. You reached out, gripping hard onto the hand that held the delicate wing. You dug your middle and pointer finger against the pressure point at the side of his wrist, causing his fingers to unwillingly loosen. 

Before a crowd could even gather to see what the commotion was, it was over in a second. You had the wing in one hand, and the sprite in another. You suddenly became startlingly aware of the fact that you were in a dress, and with both of your hands currently occupied you would have no real way to fight back against the man if he chose to attack. Even so, you slid your feet until they were shoulder length apart, ready to use your legs if you needed to. The thought of flashing a crowd of people the slip that you were wearing underneath all of your layers mortified you, but you preferred winning this little altercation if it meant sparing you a blow to the ribs or face. 

“That little shit is mine! I paid for ‘em!” The humiliated man still cried out to you, slamming his heavy fists down into the mud. You took a step just in time, saving your jade green dress from the thick clumps of mud that went flying during his tantrum. 

“You were going to kill him anyway. Consider him dead and walk away.” You kept your voice low, still hugging the wounded creature against your chest. 

His exposed skin was clammy against your fingers, and you could feel his tiny body shaking in your grasp. Despite the cruelty that he had just received, you could feel the pull of his fingers as he dug them into your cloak, clinging to you for dear life just in case someone tried to pry him away. The large man gave you one last look before rising to his feet, making sure to send you a vulgar gesture before disappearing into the crowd. 

You didn’t dare stop to check on the sprite- not until you were away from all of the nosy onlookers. 

You walked quickly, weaving through the thick foot-traffic until you were behind a cluster of brightly colored tents. The peddlers were calling out loudly into the crowds, trying to find buyers interested in their trade. 

“Fresh produce! We’ve got carrots, potatoes, and apples! Just picked this morning!” 

“You there! Good sir! You look like you could use a new belt. I just so happen to be the finest leather craftsman-” 

And through all of the yelling and merrymaking, you could still hear the chime-like laughter of women trained to dote on men that didn't’ deserve it. Directly next to the tents where you were currently kneeling was an old brick building. A brothel. You’d never been inside of one, of course, but you’d overheard a few of your uncle’s guards talking about the women that they paid to keep them company. 

“You’re safe now, alright? I won’t hurt you.” You cooed, slowly pulling your hand away from your chest. 

The sprite had hair so black that it looked blue in the bright sun, and its skin was pale to the point that it almost looked green. You weren’t sure whether or not that was just its natural color or he was losing too much blood. The wing that was still attached to his back twitched as he stared up at you, his eyes so large and black that they almost looked like polished buttons. It blinked a few times, and you started to fear that he was in shock. Rising him up so that he could meet your eyes, you were sure to give him a close once over. He was nearly covered in mud, the old scraps of fabric that he was wearing as a tunic being torn in a few places. The blood which had once been a metallic silver when fresh had dimmed to a slate gray and clung to the corners of its mouth and down his neck. 

You should have killed the man for mistreating such a hapless, harmless creature. 

You had heard about the mistreatment of the fae all of your life, but you’d been shielded from the brutality of it. Not all of the fae were as harmless as the sprites, but still. . . humans always seemed to be the aggressors. They enslaved the poor things for sport and showed them off as though they were showdogs. The nanny that had practically raised you had been fae- a seelie. She’d long since retired, but you could still remember her striking beauty with fondness. The sharp, angular cheekbones and pinched nose always set her apart from the human servants that helped out around the estate. When she would let her hair down at night and tuck you into bed, her wavy red hair would be let loose out of its usual tight updo. Even in the dim lighting of your room, you could see the vibrancy of those locks. They shone like fire in the moonlight. 

She, along with all of the other fae servants that your parents kept around the house, had always kept both of their wings. Rather than threatening their life and only freeing them in their old age, your family made sure to employ them just as they would employ humans. They were paid fairly and allowed to stay on the grounds until they felt the need to retire. 

Aobhinne had retired just two weeks after you had turned twelve. You hadn’t seen or heard from her since. 

Those that felt the same way that your family had about the fae were a rarity. Once the humans had figured out a way to enslave and dominate the strong and mystical creatures, they began going to great lengths to keep them under their thumbs. Probably because people truly knew how deadly and fearsome the seelie and unseelie could be. Especially the unseelie. 

They were natural born warriors and feared by all, even the seelie. You’d grown up hearing the terrifying tales of their wrath and beauty. Mother’s often told their unruly children that the unseelie loved the way that bad little boys and girls tasted just to keep them in line, and you always wondered if those stories were really just bedtime myths. 

Any time you even mentioned the unseelie in front of Aobhinne, the fae woman was quick to shut you up and change the subject. 

What you were searching for today wasn’t a bodyguard but a warrior. The terrain was treacherous where you were headed. Thieves and dire wolves were going to be the least of your worries once you got further into fae territory. There were things far more dangerous than that lurking in the shadows of Tir Na Nog. The mission that you were on might be a foolish and self serving one, but it needed to be done.

The sprite didn’t say anything to you, rather it just continued to stare. You didn’t blame the poor thing for being distrustful of you and your intentions after seeing the abuse it had just undergone at a human’s hands, so you moved to place it back down on the ground. Despite the fact that he was now free, he still stood there, almost as though he was waiting for something. 

“Are you hungry?” You asked, already making a move to dig into the small suede pouch that you had resting at your hip. You had three days worth of travel rations, and you were sure that you could spare enough for the tiny creature to take. 

It would take you two days to make it to the edge of the forest, and you’d be able to hunt then. 

It shook its head, its beady eyes still locked onto your hand. You thought back to the way it had been writhing in pain without even needing to be touched by the man earlier. Its wing being damaged seemed to be the source of its injuries. Uncurling your fingers, you flashed the pixie its wing, smiling softly as it reached upwards desperately for it. You handed it back as gently as it could, watching as the small thing clutched the wing tightly to his chest. 

“You're free now. Fly as far away as you can.” 

It faltered for a second, almost as though he was weary of whether or not you were truly about to let him go. Your stomach soured as you imagined all of the horrors the creature must have had to endure if he was so distrustful of humans. 

Ever so slowly you pushed your hood back, your long hair catching the wind as a particularly strong gust shook the fabric tents behind you. You hoped that seeing your face, something you had kept hidden from others' view up until now, might put him at ease. A sudden sense of familiarity flashed in the sprite’s eyes, as though he recognized you from somewhere. The fear was chased away from the creature’s pinched face, his lips pulling up into a wide grin. 

His teeth, though small, were razor sharp. 

The tavern on the outskirts of the marketplace was horribly dim, the only source of light coming from the lanterns that hung from the wooden beams in the ceiling, and the small candles that flickered on the rickety tables. It smelled of stale ale, sweat, and whatever stew and or braised meat they had prepared for the day. You faltered in the doorway, the rowdy cheers of the male patrons making you rethink your own patronage. 

You could count on both hands how many times you’d been outside of the oppressive walls of your family’s estate in all of your years. You’d never stepped foot in a place like this before, and the weapons strapped to each man’s thigh or hip set off alarm bells in your head. Every second that you spent in that dimly lit pit was a dangerous one, but you knew you would at least find someone that knew what you were looking for. 

Who you were looking for. 

“Excuse me, can I help you?” The voice was silky soft as it called out to you from across the tavern. 

Your attention was ripped from one particular table of brutes by a tall female standing behind the bar. She had a wooden mug in both of her hands, frothy liquid dribbling over the sides. She placed them in front of two men who tossed a few copper coins down onto the bar. She waited for them to walk away before she grabbed a rag, picking the currency up with covered hands to drop into a lockbox. 

She was fae. 

It suddenly felt like you could breathe again. You made sure that the hood was still in place atop your head before walking up to her, resting your arms on the bar so that you could lean over it. You couldn’t risk anyone overhearing you, especially if any of these men knew your uncle. The people on this side of the village were willing to do anything for a few gold coins, even if it meant selling a young woman’s freedom. 

The fae woman blinked at your eagerness, her lips thinning as she waited for you to speak. You could tell that there weren’t too many women that were bold enough to step food in a place like this, and you couldn’t blame them for it either. 

“I’m looking for a skilled adventurer. Someone that could assist me on my travels. I know that the local guild are regulars here, and I was hoping that you could point me in the direction of the captain.” You spoke lowly, your eyes flickering to one of the men that was sitting closest to you at the bar. 

He cut his eyes towards you having felt the weight of your gaze, but he quickly looked away, probably feeling too buzzed off of his booze to be interested. The fae woman’s green eyes widened, and it wasn’t until she was sauntering up to get closer to you that you finally noticed the way that her deep cacao skin caught the dim light. Like a thousand tiny crystals were embedded in her skin. 

You hadn’t seen a woman this beautiful since your Aobhinne had retired all those years ago. Her skin was hot as she reached out for you, taking your clothed shoulder in her hand and nodding in the direction of a closed door. 

“We should talk somewhere private. I’ll follow you.” There was an urgency in her voice, and despite your intense distrust of anyone outside of your tight inner circle, you trusted that she was doing this to protect you. 

Her curly brown hair bounced as she turned on her heel, motioning the other barmaid over with her hand. You didn’t stay long enough to listen to her excuse for stepping away, rather you headed straight towards the closed door and pushed it open. The room smelled of old books and burning wood, and it was small enough to be used as a storage room. There was an oak desk that nearly swallowed the whole space, and a fireplace in the corner of the room, used for warmth in the dead of winter. A deep red candle wax stained the left side of the desk, and a cluster of five or more sat unlit, probably used only at night when the sun that poured in from the large window could no longer be utilized. 

You shuffled awkwardly, pressing your back against the cold bricks as you waited for the fae woman to come for you. It felt good against your sweaty back, the heat from the hot summer sun still scorching. You jumped as the door closed next to you, but relaxed when you saw the familiar pair of green eyes staring at you, still wide with surprise. 

“When you talk about traveling. . . you don’t mean-” She cut herself off, but she didn’t have to finish. You knew exactly what she was implying and why she felt too afraid to even say the words out loud. So you did it for her. 

“Tir Na Nog.” 

She gasped, bracing her weight against the side of the desk as she processed exactly what you were telling her. No human had ever crossed over and into the Tir Na Nog circle and returned alive. You knew that you were special though. Who you were and what you were made you both a dangerous foe and companion. 

“The fae aren’t the only things that you’ll have to defend yourself from once you cross over, you do know that, right? I’ve met my fair share of mundane children that believe a better life awaits them over the boundary, and they’re wrong.” She was speaking to you as though you were a petulant child, unable to grasp the severity of her warning. 

“I know that there are beasts over the wall that would love nothing more than to devour me whole. I’m not stupid, nor am I ill-informed. Someone very dear to me is there waiting for me, I am sure of it. I fear that if I don’t find her soon that there will be dire consequences.” You assured her, uncrossing your arms and loosening your tight muscles. 

You’d been on guard all day, and felt tired down to your bones. The walk from your estate to the market had been five miles on foot, and sneaking past your uncle's employed guards had been a three hour long affair. Now that the adrenaline had finally run out of your system, you felt like you might collapse. Still, they would have long since realized that you were missing. The village would be the first place that they would search. Time wasn’t on your side, and you needed to leave for Tir Na Nog by tonight if you didn’t want to get caught. You’d already failed to escape once, but that was two years ago. You are stronger now. Faster and smarter too. If your uncle did happen to catch up to you, you feared that he’d lock you up in a copper prison and throw away the key. 

The fae woman slowly approached you, as though she was trying to pet a wild dog prone to biting. You didn’t move a muscle, not even when her lithe fingers caught the edge of your cloak and pulled back the hood. Your hair clung to your cheeks with sweat, and the sudden burst of cool air on your face felt good. You clenched your jaw but didn’t rear back from her touch. You let her shaky fingers brush back your hair, revealing your ears to her. 

She stumbled back a few steps, slapping her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream. 

You’d been told all of your life that you possessed unnatural beauty, though you couldn’t quite see what they did when you looked in the mirror. You had your father’s eyes and complexion, but everything else had been handed down to you by your dear mother. 

“Y-You smelled fae, so I just thought. . . I thought you were like me. You’re too small to be faerie though. So I. . . -” She was rambling now. 

Though you didn’t have keen fae hearing, you could see her pulse in her throat pounding away at the speed of a hummingbird's wings. You were putting her in harm's way just by being here. You knew that dragging anyone else into your mess might lead to their demise, but you had nowhere else to turn. 

You needed to be selfish. 

“Do you understand my plight now? I know that it is unfair of me to ask for your assistance, but I can’t stay here.” Not when your mother was possibly in danger. 

Your uncle had sold you off to be a King’s wife as though you were prized cattle, and you’d be damned before they used your rare blood to their advantage. You refused to allow your future children to be used as pawns in yet another war, especially if that spelled out your mother and her beloved people’s demise. 

The room plummeted into silence, and for a second you wondered if it would just be better if you left. You had a feeling that the woman would keep your existence a secret. The minutes were ticking by, and you had a sinking feeling that the moment that you stepped out of those doors without the very person that you were in search for, that you’d be sealing your own fate. So you let the fae woman stare at you, your cheeks blazing with heat over the uncomfortable situation. You hated to be ogled at, but somehow it had managed to become a recurrence in your life. 

The fae woman suddenly perked up, turning her head to face the open window. She rushed to shut the glass, going as far as to lock the latch in place. 

“We can’t let anyone know that you are here. I won’t tell a soul, I swear to you.” She spoke with such conviction that it immediately put your mind at ease. “The captain of the guild has loose lips and would immediately sell you out the first chance that he gets. I wouldn’t recommend turning to him for any kind of assistance.” 

Your heart sunk down to the pit of your chest, your shoulders slumping in defeat. As horrible as it sounded, this was the only lead that you had. You were sure that the man would be kind enough to offer you some sort of assistance, half breed or not. 

“Do you know any fae that would be willing to accompany me? Even if they got me to the border of Tir Na Nog, I would find some way to make it through to the inner city.” You weren’t sure how you would manage on your own, but you’d find a way. Even if you had to sell your soul, you’d do it if it meant getting to your mother and ensuring her safety. 

“I know someone,” She spoke quickly, pointing up towards the ceiling. “Someone that could take you. I served his family as a maid, and I owed him a favor. He’s the only person that I know for certain that will keep you and your secret safe. He’s the most honorable person I know, and the finest warrior that our land has ever seen.” She spoke in hushed tones now, almost as though his presence here was even more startling than your own. 

Fae were trickier than humans, and naturally more skilled when it came to combat. They knew how to attract unsuspecting people with their inhuman beauty, only to gut them the second that they saw an opening. Most of those that were faerie- even if they were raised in the human territories- hated humans with a passion, and it was all because of the horrors that they had faced after the Great War. You couldn’t necessarily blame them for it. You had gotten just a taste of the mistreatment that was forced upon the fae earlier, when you had seen that poor sprite half dead in the mud. 

Even so, you trusted them more than you did humans. Especially with matters of this importance. 

“I would like to meet him then. The sooner the better. Time is of the essence.” You didn’t have to elaborate for her. She was already wrenching the thick wooden door open, motioning for you to situate your hood so that it was covering your face once more. 

She led you through the loud tavern and to a tall staircase that you hadn’t noticed towards the back of the large room. Quickly the two of you ascended the stairs, the long skirts of her blood red dress waving in your line of sight as she held on tight to the bannister. Upstairs was a long hallway of rooms, each door closed. 

The two of you kept walking until you reached the end of the hall, and it was at the very last door that she raised her fist, gently knocking. A grunt sounded, almost too low and quiet for your ears to pick up. 

“What is it, Tauriel?” A male voice spoke up before the door was fully open. He sounded annoyed by the sudden interruption. 

“A job. I have someone that you will want to meet.” 

This was your last chance to turn back around. Life might have been a living hell for you up to this point, but you still ate three meals a day. You wore the newest clothes, had a vast estate with servants that waited on you hand and foot, and had people that protected you at all hours of the day. 

It had never been enough for you though. 

So you stepped through the door, leaning against it after you closed it behind you. 

The man was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back turned to you. The room was just as dim as the tavern had been, the curtains pulled closed to block out all natural light. The only thing that lit up the room was two oil lamps on either side of the room, the flames flickering and casting odd shadows on the wooden walls. His back was broad, and even through his white poet shirt, the sleeves billowing out around his arms, you could tell that he had a muscular build. It was his hair that caught your eye though. It kept you staring at him longer than you deemed polite. 

The strands looked like spun gold, practically luminescent as it caught the candle light. It was just as long as yours and hung down his back in soft waves. You hadn’t even seen his face yet, and you knew that he was fae. He was sitting too still to be human, almost as though he was made of stone. 

“I don’t need to be taking odd jobs right now. You know that I’m here on official business. Besides, I don’t need to surround myself with others like us. It will draw too much attention, and it’s been nearly impossible to keep myself hidden as is.” 

He hadn’t even caught a glimpse of your face, and yet he was already writing you off as a child of Tir Na Nog. You thought back to what Tauriel had said earlier; that you had smelled like a faerie. You had known that the fae senses were heightened, but knowing that they could hear every beat of your heart and smell you where you stood made you feel uneasy. Like they knew all of your deepest secrets without even speaking to you. 

“She is official business.” The woman spoke between clenched teeth, reaching up to pull the hood off of your head. 

You felt naked standing there, your cheeks flushed a soft pink from embarrassment. You hadn’t socialized with anyone outside of your family in years, and you had revealed your identity to not just one stranger, but now two. The urge to shrink back into the shadows of the room nearly crippled you, an odd sense of panic seizing your lungs. The more people that knew about you, the more dangerous your situation became. 

The male finally turned his head to catch a glimpse of you, and the sight of his face nearly stole your breath away. Never before had you seen a man this beautiful before. He could have been a god walking amongst mortals, and you wouldn’t have been surprised. A few locks of golden hair hung in his face, his eyes so blue that you could see the vibrancy of them from across the room. His lips were full- cherubic in nature. One could only admire him as a work of art, what with his stoic jawline and sultry eyes. 

Only when he stood up did you finally realize just how massive he was. He towered over both you and Tauriel. The size difference was almost comical as he approached you. You knew that fae, especially the unseelie men, were supposed to be larger than humans- but you hadn’t mentally prepared yourself for the sheer size of him. Seeing the lean muscles, even through his clothing, set off alarm bells in your head. Your own instincts instantly began screaming at you. He was more than capable of killing you with his bare hands, and the small dagger that you had fastened at your hip wouldn’t deter him in the least. 

If this man wanted you dead, then there was nothing you could do to stop it. No weapon, blessed or otherwise, would help you. 

You’d spent years training alongside your uncle’s most seasoned guards, but suddenly you felt so utterly outmatched that it sent a shiver down your spine. Once again, the warning bells in your head were chiming. Telling you to back out of the room as fast as you possibly could. It wasn’t too late to turn tail and head towards the wall by yourself.

You could tell that the man was stoic. The natural frown that pulled down at the concerns of his plush lips let you know that he was probably the type of person that rarely reacted to things, merely dealt with them. You, on the other hand, found it hard to mask your feelings. Even now, you knew that your eyes were practically popping out of your head as he stalked closer to you. He was so completely other- so unhuman- that you found it hard to grasp the fact that he was actually real. All someone had to do was look into his eyes, hood or no hood, and they would know who he was. What he was. 

You watched the lean muscles of his shoulders as he bent his torso down, trying to get a better look at your features in the dim lighting. 

Shock flashed across the man’s face as he finally gave you a once over. After the shock there was realization, and then something else. . . an expression you couldn’t quite decipher. 

“You need passage into Tir Na Nog,” For a second you feared that he really could read your mind. “Either you’re as ignorant as you look or you have a death wish.” 

It took you longer than it should have to realize that he was insulting your intelligence. Your temper flared, and before you could school your anger back into neutrality you were baring your teeth and taking a step closer towards him. 

“You know nothing about me, unseelie.” You spat out the name as though it was a curse, eyes wild as you stared into his blue eyes. 

Now that the two of you were chest to chest, you could feel the unnatural heat of his body radiating from him. It made you feel even hotter in the wool cloak you were wearing. And his scent- it was rich. Dark. His fighting leathers, which you knew were shoved into the bag that he had propped up in the corner, was the first thing you could smell off of him. You’d always had a good nose; you had your fae blood to thank for that. His natural scent made your head spin- the earth just after a storm and something floral. 

He met your gaze, unwavering where he stood. He didn’t even blink as he stared down at you, his lips downturned and his eyes lax. He was making it known that he didn’t see you as a threat, and for some reason that made your blood boil. 

“With a temper like that, I’d wager that I’m not the only unseelie in this room- so don’t go around disrespecting my kind, girl.” He looked over your shoulder at the other fae woman, acting as though you no longer existed. “I’ll take the job. Let me pack my things.” 

Everything inside of you wanted to deny him. It would be incredibly satisfying to tell him to go fuck himself, but getting your head lopped off by bandits on the trail from town wasn’t ideal. You stood a pretty good chance against one to two men. . . but three or four? You’d surely die. So you swallowed your pride and took a step back, breaking whatever had just happened between the two of you. Being so close to him made your head spin. You hated that the bastard was so pretty… but not as much as you hated the smirk that he flashed your way right before you closed the door of his room. 

It was almost as though you could hear him bragging in your mind. 

“You know that you need me.” And it was the fact that you did in fact depend on him that solidified the hate in your heart. 

You’d ditch the unseelie the first chance that you got. . . you just had to find someone else that would be willing to take you the rest of the way. 

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Been Away (18+)

Urban had just gotten off the plane from a week long trip to Europe when he saw your text. He was tired and definitely needed a shower, but he was never gonna say no to seeing his girl.

"Hey, I'm outside. Where are you?" He asked you as he had you on the line, looking out of his car window at a packed house party. He searched for you for a few minutes, before he saw you stumbling down the brick walkway.

"Hey handsome", you gave him lustful eyes, leaning into the passenger side window. He leaned over to open the door for you and you slid into the seat. You planted a kiss on his lips, followed by a few pecks because he wouldn't let you pull away.

"I missed you." you whispered, still lingering close to his face. "You have no idea how much I missed you." He replied, his hand snaking around your waist. Your hand immediately found his thigh as you crashed lips again. You grazed your hand over his crotch, his bulge growing without you even touching him.

"Hey, wait." He pulled away from you, pushing a fallen piece of hair behind your ear. "Have you been drinking?"

You nodded your head fervently. "No, not tonight." He looked at you. He could always tell if you were lying. "I'm serious Urb, I didn't drink anything. Just smoked a lil."

He held out his littlest finger. "Pinky promise?" You hooked your hand with his enthusiastically.

You squealed as he pulled the car away from the sidewalk. He glanced at you as you slipped your top and jeans off, revealing a black lace lingerie set.

He parked in an inconspicuous spot along a line of trees. You wasted no time climbing into his lap, straddling his thighs. Urban pushed your panties to the side, exposing your already wet pussy. He licked two fingers before slipping them inside of you, making you clench around his fingers. You let out a soft moan as he sped up the thrusting of his fingers. "I need you baby", you edged out, breathless. "You're so pretty when you cum like this baby. "Urban raked his hand across your chest, grabbing your breast. "I'll look even prettier cumming around your dick, baby." Never one to argue with sound logic, he pulled his fingers out of you. You fumbled with his belt, pulling down his zipper to expose his hard cock.

You tried to move over to the passenger seat so you could pleasure him, but he stopped you. "I'm barely gonna last 30 seconds with you." You grinned, loving the effect you had on him, as you went to hover over him. He slid in you with ease, the feeling making both of you groan. You rolled your hips a couple of times, grinding your clit against his pubic bone.

When you felt yourself close to orgasm, you reached over the side of his chair and pulled the lever so Urban was leaning back. The new angle of hips made you feel his entire length. While watching you writhing on top of him, Urban pulled out a freshly rolled blunt from his pocket, lighting it up without taking his eyes off you. "Fuck baby, you feel so good." He let out a puff of smoke. You switched to bouncing on his cock, his tip hitting your cervix each time.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum" you moaned, almost at the edge. You placed your hands on his chest for leverage as he peppered kisses up and down your forearm. Urban felt you clench around his dick as you came, the sensation dragging out his release right behind yours. You slid off him slowly into the passenger seat.

He threw his finished bud out of the window, turning back to you. "Welcome back baby." You ran your tongue against his jawline before locking lips.

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omgg

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okay what if neteyam makes you squirt for the first time and he’s just so amazed and finds it so hot that he overstimulates you, desperate to see you squirt again

adult Neteyam x female reader, minors dni 🔞

Neteyam watches with wide eyes, how your clear juices run down the palm of his hand, over his wrist and then dribble onto a small puddle on the ground.

This was the first time something like this had happened to you, the first time you had squirted and you could feel the embarrassment spread all over your cheeks, tainting them red.

"Oh my— Neteyam I’m, I’m so sor–"

"Don’t you dare apologize", he cuts you off. Neteyam was still panting, leaning on his forearm to get an even better view of what was happening between your spread thighs. His fingers were still toying with you, spreading your puffy lips, thumb circling over your throbbing clit.

Everything felt so warm and sticky now, making you squirm as you became utterly aware of what had just happened. Neteyam’s hand was still drenched in your cum, but surprisingly, he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Now it was your turn to watch him with wide eyes, as he suddenly brings two of his digits to his mouth to lick them clean.

"Hmm fuck, you came a lot. That’s so hot", he moans at your taste, tongue swirling over his fingers before he pulls them out of his mouth with a wet pop. "Did my pretty girl enjoy herself?"

"Uh-hu", is all you could manage to respond, feeling like your brain was dangerously close to a short circuit.

In an instant upon hearing your response, Neteyam‘s hand was buried between your legs once again, fingers prodding at your slippery entrance, causing your legs to twitch.

"Good. Because you will do it again", he tells you with a grin. You gasp when two of his digits slide into you with ease.

At this point, he knew exactly what to do to make you finish within seconds, so he begins to thrust them in and out at a rapid pace. Your hands claw at his forearm, moans spilling from your lips like a damn waterfall when he curls his fingers just right to hit that spongey little spot inside of you.

"F-Fuck, too much! Teyam it‘s— s‘too much!" You whimper, hips desperately trying to squirm away from his hands. "I- I can’t, I just came!"

"Oh, I know", Neteyam chuckles completely unfazed, "but you’re my good girl, aren’t you? You can take it. And you will cum for me again, right?"

He keeps pushing insistently against that spot, finger-fucking you so fast that you grew dizzy. "Come for me", he growled, "Come on me. Get me wet and fucking drench me." You couldn’t stop the stream of slickness from squirting out as soon as you hit your second peak, a steady flow that has your eyes rolling back, because of his thumb simultaneously circling your clit.

You didn’t know why it made you tingle all over, hearing him groan like it bought him pleasure as he watched you cum on his fingers, but you were so dopey and more satisfied than you’ve ever been.

You suck in a rush of air when Neteyam shifts to kneel between your thighs, grabbing both of your ankles, so that you’re nearly folded in half, before he lines his cock up with your entrance. With his thumbs, he spreads your folds and more of your juices seep out of you freely.

"You have such a pretty pussy, look how wet you are", Neteyam hums and you have just enough time to prepare yourself, before he thrusts his cock fully into you with a moan.

"One more time. Do it for me, sevin."

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I just moaned

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I just wanted to say that I'm in love with IA Ralak that you created

He so SWEET 😭😭

(English isn't my main language)

UGH I LITERALLY LOVE HIM HES SO CUTE

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How do you get to your Ralak ai

https://c.ai/c/mdlj8Tzgdb840g3uXe5s2JSPOxFV0eGCvF8OkldefHo