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polarisjisung · 1 month

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MOTORBIKES & MELATONIN

synopsis: sleep doesn't find you in the comfort of your own home or under the covers tucked safely into your bed— sleep finds you in the warmth of park jisung's arms

wc: 1.1k

pairings: jisung × fem!reader, established relationship

genre: fluff

warnings: insomnia + mentions of using sleeping pills/supplement use of the word drug (literally once), speeding (follow the speed limit 🙏)

notes: emosung brainrot is in full swing (though there's not a lot of emosung mentioned) mostly self indulgent so probably not my best work since I was all up in my head but 🤷‍♀️

you're laying on your bed, aimlessly bouncing the soft tennis ball in your hand against the empty space of the wall just above your headboard. sleep never came easy to you and tonight is no different.

you'd tried it all, counting sheep, drinking warm milk, even meditation but nothing ever worked. instead you spent nights tossing and turning restlessly despite being tucked into the warm covers of your bed, chasing sleep.

just as you reach for the purple bottle that lays next to your bed, ready to pour half the jar of supplements into your hand and gulp them down with a glass of water, you hear it.

your perfect form of melatonin and serotonin mixed in one— your drug, your purpose.

the rumble is distinct. it comes with the soft vibration beneath your feet and the deep reverberation in your ears. the roaring of the v twin engine has you shooting up into a seated position as realisation washes over you

there's a dim red glow cast across your room by the break lights as you grab the loose fit leather jacket that rests over the back of your study chair. the woody oriental cologne still lingers through its material as you place it over your shoulders and run out of the front door.

there he is, helmet gripped loosely in his left hand, his right arm open and ready to welcome you into his embrace.

jisung's black hair flows in the wind, his forehead on show— paired with the soft smile he flashes you, you can't help but think he looks perfect.

"didn't even give me a chance to sneak into your room" he sulks taking you in between his arms, giving you a quick spin as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead

"can't blame a girl for wanting to see her boyfriend" you sigh, taking in his warmth with a smile

"yeah?" he pulls back to get a better view of your face, "miss me that much angel?"

"you know it sung"

his laugh is deep yet gentle, eyes sparkling at the sight of you

"well I'm here now"

jisung takes a quick step around you, his touch feather light as he gathers your open hair into a low ponytail, reaching for the hair tie on his wrist to tie it back

"too tight?" he says, voice full of worry and concern— when you shake your head he smiles, placing his helmet over your head

you wonder how people could ever think jisung was anything but the sweet, kind and warm hearted lover you knew, who wouldn't dare let you move an inch to do something he could do for you, like how he gently takes ahold of you in his arms and places you onto the seat of his bike, eventually taking your arms and wrapping them around his waist

"hold on tight" he whispers in that caring tone of his, that's reserved solely for you, ready to whisk you away for the night and you do just that, gripping his waist securely, but not before lifting his visor and pressing a quick kiss to his temple

jisung drives off, wordlessly but with a smile that speaks volumes

there's a warmth that radiates from jisung's body, the only thing keeping you from freezing as the wind rushes past you, blowing with harsh whistles, tyres screeching against the ground as he takes sharp turns through the streets leading towards the countryside

you'd snuck out before, driven way too far over the speed limit, done countless things that would define your reckless youth and yet nothing had your veins coursing with quite so much adrenaline as this, driving way too far, way too fast, with jisung, the person you loved way too much

like always, you find yourself in jisung's lap, god forbid he let you sit on the grass, wet from the fresh morning dew that rests over it, warm hues of orange and light pinks taking over the sky as you hold one another close, the wind still blowing strong gusts your way, your hair blowing in your face until jisung decides to take it between his fingers and hold it back in his palm

"I like this" you whisper, just loud enough that jisung hears it, his lip rising just enough for his teeth to come on show

"I like you" he responds, watching the warm glow of the sun reaching over the horizon through your eyes

"you do?" you smile, wider than you previously had been, it's a smile that reaches your eyes and jisung's unwavering gaze grows brighter at the realisation

"you're my girl, of course I do"

this time it's his turn to press a quick kiss to your forehead, but jisung's greedy, especially so when it comes to you and he can't help but want more, honey brown eyes resting on your lips

"give me a kiss and I think I'll love you forever" you can't help but giggle at the tickling feeling of jisung's hair against your neck as he pouts up at you

"yeah? didn't know my boyfriend needed kisses to do that" you tease with a roll of your eyes

"didn't know your what?" he asks, and you know exactly what jisung's doing, so you whisper the answer with nothing more than a shy smile straight into his ear

"my boyfriend"

"present" jisungs hand is raised and his voice is confident when he looks at you again, it's like he's begging you to tug at his shirt and crash your lips against his, and who were you to say no to him

"you're so cute" you let out between kisses, the bridge of your nose resting against jisung's, who now wears a look of faux offence

"yeah?" he asks, hoping you'll change your mind, though you don't let up, reaching out to ruffle his black hair "only for you"

somewhere between the late hours of the night and the early hours of dawn, between the quietus of your bedroom and the roar of his engine, between gazing up at the stars and watching the sunrise by the harbour— jisung hears your soft snores replace the quiet whispers of awe you once breathed out.

despite it all, jisung's smile remains all the same, radiant, warm and masked by the matte black helmet resting atop his head

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halfway-house-in-hell · 3 months

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vaggie valtiel redesign!!

(two alternate versions of her angelic weapon)

+ramblings under cut

-valtiel is a fallen angel who fell from heaven around the 1950s. she was heaven-born and enlisted in the angelic "army" (the one that mainly focuses in killing demons) and was an active member she failed to kill a demon she had been assigned, resulting in the death of an angel, and she was kicked out and stripped of her angelic status(including wings and also eye i guess) (i dont really have too specific of a reason why she was kicked out might change it later but all that matters is she was forcibly exiled to hell).

-she managed to sneak an angelic weapon with her to hell before she was exiled (maybw there was a trial which gave her time to prepare?? im still figuring this shit out)

-initially she was extremely distrustful of the demons, and lied about being a sinner sent to hell as she did not want to attract attention to herself (being a fallen angel in hell will guarantee you a reputation) but she began to open up when she met charlie.

-she is very closed off and a very stubborn person. after falling from heaven she took an oath to become a pacifist, something she will inevitably have to break.

-her loyalty lies first and foremost in the hotel. despite being rejected by heaven she still believes that it is a better fate and that charlie's plan is ultimately helpful

-charlie is the only person she can really open up to. they just click. when they met valtiel was hostile towards charlie, but her optimism made valtiel realise that demons weren't inherently evil and gave her hope for the future

-charlie does not know valtiel is a fallen angel

-valtiel does not plan to tell her

-charlie finds out anyways

-it starts with valtiels spear that she is forced to use to protect charlie (maybe its like,, demons often try and kidnap or harm charlie as they wish to threaten lucifer/lilith and she is an easy target)

-"hey where did you get that angelic weapon v"

-"dont worry abt it kitten"

-"ok❤️ yay❤️ wanna cover it over so it doesnt draw attention to you"

-i dont know exactly how charlie finds out valtiel is a fallen angel but i will have it soon

-if im pretending this is an animated show jtst like the real version then comedy would come from how edgy valtiel is all of the time deviantart oc ass girl (affectionate)

-her design went through the most changes since i drew it up originally she had white shorts and no red ribbons (i had to add the red from her canon design back in bc the purple was too much. v*vsiepop redesign improved by adding the red back in ..... truly shocking)

- i really hope this is all readable

#halfway house art #halfway house rewrites #vaggie #vaggie hazbin hotel #vaggie redesign #vaggie rewrite #hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #vivsiepop critical #valtiel

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simplyundeniable98 · 1 year

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Oel ngati kameie n.s

Synopsis ~ Neteyam Sully and his family were no strangers. Ever since your parents were killed in the first war with the sky people Jake Sully made it his mission to make sure to take care of you. When its finally time to become one of the people you realize you might have feelings for the older Sully boy.

Warnings ~ best friends to lovers, these two are literally clueless, Lo'ak and Kiri are wingmen, use of y/n, Neteyam is 19 and reader is 18, kissing, making out, talking of mating, pining, p n v intercourse minors DNI.

Disclaimer: Sentences written in Italics are spoken in Na'vi, I thought it would be easier to write it that way instead of actually writing it in Na'vi and then translating.

Word Count: 2.7K

Every Na'vi is born twice. The second time is when you earn your place among the people forever.

It's a sacred task, a hard one at that. First, you must choose your Ikran. It's a test every young hunter must pass, up high in the Hallelujah mountains lies Oo-rah.

"Be calm yawne" Neteyam spoke softly as he stepped behind you. In front of you lie hundreds of Ikrans. He rested his long nimble fingers on your lower back in an attempt to comfort you, remembering how nerve-racking it feels having done it not long ago.

You took in a deep breath clutching the rope-like vine you held in your palms as Jake and Neytiri followed not far behind Neteyam, just as eager to see you complete the task.

"Remember what we talked about y/n, this you must feel inside" He brings his hand up to rest right above your left breast. He could feel the erratic beating of your heart as you nodded. Neytiri spoke up from behind Neteyam, "When they choose you, you have to move quick like we showed, you will only have one chance y/n" You took in another deep breath in hopes to calm yourself as you felt Neteyam softly push you forward.

Taking another step forwards you watched as Ikran after Ikran ignored your advancing and flew away. You jumped down onto one of the lower rocks and hissed trying to get any of them to bite back.

One by one they all flew away leaving one single Ikran left. It was gorgeous. A beautiful deep purple with red stripes wrapped around its body in intricate patterns.

It stepped forward and hissed back, startling you a bit as it reached forward in an attempt to snatch you. You swung your rope and crouched hoping to get a better angle to mount the creature and tie its mouth.

Hissing once more you pounced, finally making your way around to jump on the creature's back. You make an attempt to wrap the vine around its mouth as it thrashes and jumps.

Suddenly the creature violently flings you to the side as you scramble to grab onto whatever you could reach to pull yourself back up.

Neteyam gasped stepping out to go help you before Jake pulled him back by the arm. "I cannot leave her father, let me go." He hissed as Jake shook his head at his son. "You cannot help her son, this is something she must do on her own."

You quickly pulled yourself back up onto the mountain, running to mount the Ikran again as you wrapped the vine around its snout successfully.

"Shahaylu, y/n. Make the bond!" Neteyam yelled as you reached behind for your queue. "I'm trying you skxawng!" you hissed as you finally managed to connect your queue and make the bond.

Suddenly it went quiet. The Ikran shivered as its pupils dilated. You took in a breath finally calming your breathing. "Maway, mawey" You whispered to the animal softly stroking the side of its neck. You could feel its heartbeat, its breath. It was nothing like you've ever felt before. Your souls were intertwined, connected.

"Go y/n! The first flight seals the bond!" Jake yelled as you nodded. Fly you thought as the Ikran finally flapped its wings and took flight.

It was a little shaky as it descended down the cliff but you finally got the hang of it as both you and the Ikran finally synced. God, there was nothing like it. You were born to do this. Born to fly. The wind whipped through your braids as you weaved in and out of the floating mountains.

From far away you could hear all three Sullys holler and yelp, all mounting their Ikrans to come and join you on your first flight. You watched as Neteyam banked right up next to your Ikran as he playfully nudged yours.

Neytiri and Jake watched from behind as the interaction reminded the two of them when they were younger.

As you pulled your queue away from your Ikran as it touched down close to home you sent your Ikran off. Neteyam next to you did the same as both of you finally got a chance to talk about the days events.

"I thought I lost you for a second there" He laughed as he brought his hand up to mess your hair up much like he did to his own siblings more often than not.

"I was fine Teyam', nothing I could not endure" you smiled up at him. "Have you thought of a name for your Ikran yet yawntutsyìp?" he asked as the two of you neared the secret cave you had shared since the two of you were just children.

It was a beautiful opening with different varieties of flowers and plants. Sat in the middle was a lake of sorts that had a secret little cave covered by a waterfall.

"Zíerèya" you finally answered after a beat of silence.

Neteyam smiled softly, your mother's name. Beautiful, just like its owner. "It's beautiful y/n" He reached for your hand intertwining your much smaller hands with his larger ones.

"Soon you will be expected to find a mate" He spoke with such a hushed tone you'd almost think he was upset. Your face contorted with confusion. What was this talk about a mate? In your mind, there was only one Na'vi you could imagine being your mate, and he was sitting right in front of you. Why couldn't he see that he was the only one you longed for?

"Nete, I do not understand? Why do you talk of this?" you questioned bringing your hand up to cup the boy's cheek looking up to see his face. His eyes were bright under the bioluminescent glow that cast across the forest as the eclipse neared. He nuzzled his cheek into your palm bringing his lips to your hand with a chaste kiss.

"Y/n there is something I must-" Neteyam was interrupted as the two of you heard a branch near the shore break under the weight of whatever was nearby. Neteyam brought his finger to his lips signaling for you to be quiet as he peeked around the opening of the cave.

"Neteyam! Mom wants you and y/n to head back for dinner" Lo'ak stood at the shore with his hands cupped around his mouth as he shouted towards his brother. The younger brother held a knowing smirk as the two of you made your way to him.

You walked ahead to hide the creeping blush that was adorning your face as Lo'ak playfully shoved Neteyam. "So big bro, did you get any?" Lo'ak asked with a smug smirk. Neteyam looked over at the boy " Shut up skxawng!" He threw a swift punch to his brother's arm earning a whine from Lo'ak as he rubbed the now sore spot.

"Are you nervous about your ceremony tomorrow ma y/n?" Neytiri asked as she set down the leaf topped with food in front of you. You shook your head "Not necessarily, I am nervous about the number of people who are going to attend. The whole tribe will be there!" You chuckled softly looking back down at your food.

"Have you given any thought to who you might choose to be your mate?" Kiri asked shooting Lo'ak a smug look who snickered behind his hand. You looked down as your face turned a light purple from the blush creeping up your cheeks. Neytiri and Jake shot each other a knowing look as Neteyam looked down at his lap.

"Let me see the coverings you made to wear to your ceremony tomorrow yawntutsyìp," Neytiri said breaking the awkward silence that had fallen over the hut as she stood up to follow you to your home not far from the Sullys.

You huffed as you smoothed down the intricately beaded outfit you had spent hours before today weaving and putting together. Although it was tedious and took a long time, it truly was a gorgeous piece. It accentuated your breasts perfectly and wrapped around your lower breastbone all the way to the front of your stomach where it connected to your equally as detailed loin cloth.

You brought your hands up to your hair as you attempted to re-braid the strands into a more elegant style rather than your usual braided locs.

"Need help?" The familiar voice startled you as you turned around to face the door. Neteyams breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. You looked unbelievable. It was like Ewya herself carved you to perfection. Just for him.

"You look incredible y/n," he said as he joined her in her hut. She smiled at him with a pout, "Thank you, Nete but I cannot seem to get my hair braided as it should." He nodded, understanding your frustration.

"Let me help" He reached up to weave the strands together in the spot you could not reach with your own hands.

When he was finished his hand traveled from your shoulder down to your hand to tug you to face him. "After your ceremony today, id like to take you somewhere" he spoke softly looking into your eyes. You smiled "Of course, can you help me with my paint?" He nodded motioning for you to sit in front of him as he dipped his fingers into the white paste you had set aside.

The two of you spoke nothing as he painted your face with the traditional style stripes. His fingers lingered as he brought them down to your lips as he let his gaze travel down your face until he was fully staring at your plump lips he so longed to kiss.

"Y/n my mother is ready for you to come-" Lo'ak stopped as he stood at the entry to your hut realizing he must have interrupted a moment between the two of you. He snickered as the two of you jumped to put more space between you as you both stood up. You excused yourself from the hut to go find Neytiri.

"Bro. You have got to make a move on her before someone else does." The younger brother spoke as Neteyam sighed. "I'm going to baby bro, it just wasn't the right time."

Your stomach bubbled in excitement as you stepped out to join the people making your way toward the Olo'eyktan. Jake stood in the center of the room dressed in his ceremonial headdress. He bit back a smile as you made your way toward him. He couldn't believe how fast you'd grown up. It seemed like just yesterday you were just a little girl bouncing around with his children in the stream.

You bowed your head as you stood in front of him. The tribe coming closer to join you as Neteyam took place by your side, Neytiri, Lo'ak, Kiri, and Tuk following close behind.

"You are now a daughter of the Omaticaya. You are part of the people." Jake finished as he rested both of his hands on your shoulders. Neteyam and the rest of his family followed his actions and soon you and the whole tribe were connected. It was done. The second part of your journey was now complete.

You tugged on Neteyams tail as you trailed behind him following to whatever destination he had planned. He chuckled as you gasped stopping to take a look at your surroundings.

"Come" he spoke grabbing your hand and leading you closer. You drug your hand through the glowing branches. "Utraya Mokri" you sighed grabbing onto some of the branches connecting your queue.

"It's beautiful Nete" He smiled and stepped beside you to grab a few branches himself. "My mother brought my father here the day he completed his ceremony" You beamed at him, thankful that he thought to bring you here.

A small gasp left your lips as a woodsprite floated between the two of you. Bringing your hand softly underneath it, you left it to float there until it made its way up higher into the tree.

"A sign from Eywa" Neteyam spoke so quietly you wouldn't have heard it if you had not been so close. You looked up at him sensing the nervous energy that was radiating off of the boy.

"What is it ma Neteyam, what troubles you?" He finally looked up at you cupping your cheek. "Y/n, I see you. I always have. All this talk about choosing a mate and I can't help but be selfish because I feel as though it should be me." His voice was unwavering and genuine as you processed what he just said. Neteyam felt the same way? After all this time?

"Neteyam, it has always been you. Anytime anyone mentioned a mate the only one that clouded my mind was you. I could not even think of anyone else." You could see the worry flood from the boy's face as he blushed.

"Can I kiss you yawntutsyìp?" you nodded as he leaned forward to connect his lips to yours. The kiss was slow and tentative, the both of you testing the waters. Soon the kiss turned more heated as Neteyam swiped his tongue over your bottom lip using your gasp as leverage as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

You let out a moan deepening the kiss as Neteyam brought you to straddle his thighs.

"Please Teyam" you begged. You weren't even sure what you were begging for. "Shh shh, I've got you my love" He whispered laying you down onto the soft forest floor.

He broke the kiss only to bring them down to your chest as he kissed the valley between your breasts. You gasped entangling your hand into his braids keeping him as close as possible.

"So beautiful" he murmured toying with the beads on your top. "I choose you Neteyam, please" He stopped for a moment looking up at you from your chest. "Are you sure y/n, we will be mated for life?" he looked unsure as he stared into your eyes.

You smiled bringing your hand to rest on his cheek. "Yes, I'm sure" He nodded reaching around for his queue as you reached for yours.

He brought his up to yours as the two of you watched them connect.

You both gasped as you felt the connection travel through you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. With the new connection, you could practically feel the love Neteyam had for you, it only multiplying with your own love for him.

Neteyam kissed your lips once more as he reached down to untie both his and your loincloth. He groaned as he pushed the tip in causing you to suck in a breath.

"My Ewya, you are so tight" Neteyam spoke through ragged breaths as he thrust once more finally seated fully inside your warm heat. The intrusion was new and strange but so so good.

"Move Nete, please" How could he deny you when you asked so nicely? He thrusts his hips faster rutting into you at a steady pace causing you to moan loudly. "you feel so good baby" you whined, the new pet name causing Neteyam to nuzzle his head into your neck as his thrusts faltered feeling himself get closer to his release.

There was an unfamiliar feeling building low in your stomach as he continued to hit a deep spongy spot within you. "Nete wait- I think- there's a feeling-" You could barely get a full sentence out as your vision started to blur.

"Its okay, my love. Let go, let me feel you" You let Neteyams words calm you as you let the feeling take over. It washed over you like fireworks, bursting throughout your body as you clenched down on him letting out a loud mewl.

Neteyam groaned as he felt himself get closer as you clenched down on him, the connection of your queues helping him feel everything tenfold. He brought his lips to yours in a messy kiss as he painted your walls with his release.

You gasped as he pulled out of you, moving to rest next to you as you both fought to catch your breath.

"Oel ngati kameie y/n" Neteyam spoke turning over to look at you.

"Oel ngati kameie my love"

Yawne: beloved

Shahaylu: the bond between a Na'vi and the creature

Skxawng: moron/idiot

Yawntutsyìp: darling

Oel ngati kameie: i see you

Utraya Mokri: The Tree of Voices (Where Neytiri and Jake mated in the first movie)

Zíerèya- pronounced Zie-Ray-a

#neteyam x reader #neteyam sully #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam x y/n #the way of water #avatar #lo'ak x y/n #jake sully #jake sully x reader #avatar smut #neteyam smut

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suzdin · 7 months

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DATURA

Summary: Dave and his team have been sent to kill you, but the night pans out differently than you anticipate.

Warnings: ¡SEX POLLEN! Implied noncon due to sex pollen. Fictional drug use. Mentions of weapons/guns/murder (duh). Threeway sex. Gun play, unprotected p in v, creampies, masturbation (f), fingering, spit roasting, oral (m receiving), use of sex toy on reader, anal, spitting, light degradation, choking, spanking, rough sex, squirting, let me know if I missed anything. No use of y/n. Picture is for aesthetics only, as reader is not given a physical description.

This fic is extremely feral and not for everyone, and that’s okay. <3

Word Count: 4,800-ish

Taglist: @kellybelly1978 @ohheypedrito @darkheartgatita @laughing-in-th3-purple-rain @sonderosa @missladym1981

And of course I dedicate this to @survivingandenduring and @kateispunk for holding a gun to my head until I wrote this inspiring me to write this 😘

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Dave prods his index finger at the highlighted portions of the floor plans on the tablet, which he presents to his compatriots.

“There are entrances here, here…and here,” he points out, tapping the third for emphasis. “She’ll be expecting those. Watching them.”

Dave brushes his bottom lip with his thumb, brow creasing in contemplation.

“Ari and Resnik can head off the two main entrances. Joel, you take the side. And I’ll enter…here.” He places a finger where there’s a hastily drawn ‘X’ facing a private alley and courtyard.

“Don’t see a door or window,” the tall, tan man to his left drawls, placing a hand on his hip.

“Right. There’s a secret entrance there which leads to a crawl space left over from the city’s bootlegging days. None of the residents know. And guess where it exits?” Dave asks, eyes darting between the three men.

He places a finger where the bedroom closet would be.

A smirk twists Joel’s mustache. “Shit,” he says, scratching thick, weathered fingers through his scruff. “Gonna hit ‘er from all sides.”

“Exactly,” Dave responds, mirroring the way his companion places his hands on his hips. “We’ll strike at 10 PM sharp. That’s when the main festivities begin. No one will hear a thing.”

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Dave crouches next to the hatch that leads to the secret door beneath the building, long since defunct due to the city’s proclivity for flooding.

A crackle resonates through his ear piece.

“Miller. Anything?” Dave asks.

“Nothin’,” Joel answers in a low southern lilt, positioned at the bottom of the narrow stairwell on the east side of the building, clicking the safety off on his Glock.

“Ari, Resnik? Station yourselves. Miller, I’m going in.”

“10-4,” Joel returns.

Dave yanks up on the metal hatch and it opens with a jarring creak, drowned out by the roar of the crowds on Bourbon Street and another jazz band playing their rendition of Oh When The Saints Go Marching In for probably the 1,000th time that evening.

He slips in easily and finds a peeling red door, which is shockingly ajar. A stray cat rushes out with a shriek, spitting feline obscenities at him.

“Fuck!” Dave snarls as the dark, furry void streaks past him and into the night.

“What’s goin’ on?” Joel’s voice.

“Nothing. Fucking cat. I’m inside.”

A low, throaty chortle sounds through Dave’s ear piece.

“Eat shit, Miller. Start heading up. I should reach her apartment in five.”

“Unless there’s more cats guarding the place.” This time it’s Ari’s voice. Dave pointedly ignores him.

The crawl space is narrow and damp, crushing in at him from all sides and choked with cobwebs and god knows what else, but it’s surprisingly not the worst place he’s ever been.

The space quickly dead ends into a ladder that looks like it’s seen far better days, rusting from the bolts outward. Dave can’t help but wonder if it will support his full body weight.

“‘M at her front door,” Joel remarks through the ear piece.

“Climbing the ladder now,” Dave responds as he begins his ascent, gripping the bottom rung and giving it a hard jostle to test its integrity.

The metal rungs protest and groan under his weight, but the structure holds true.

The boys had thought it absolutely ludicrous when Dave had come to them for their help with the hit. Four men for one single woman?

Bullshit. A waste of time and resources.

That is until they’d familiarized themselves with your rap sheet. Just shy of forty murders in less than a decade, and a weapons and ballistics specialist to boot.

But it would all end tonight, and that price on your pretty little head would be a nice cherry on top.

He reaches the hatch leading into your closet a moment later, twisting the mechanism that holds it flush to the wooden floor above.

He draws the Beretta from the holster on his hip, clicking off the safety as he strains his hearing to listen for something, anything, that would give him pause; that would make him abort the mission.

He hears nothing but the music seeping in from the streets through the century old brick.

“I’m in, Joel. I’m in,” Dave whispers, lifting the hatch as he silently crawls inside your closet, the scent of you overwhelming his senses, making his nostrils flair. Cock already half hard in his dark denim jeans at the prospect of another name scratched off his list.

Your name.

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Joel makes short work of unlocking your door, pushing it open with his foot as he replaces the Glock with the heavier semi-automatic at his back, holstering the pistol on his hip.

His face pinches. You hadn’t even locked the deadbolt, despite having one, a feeling of dread slithering up the crease of his scrotum, perspiration pricking at his skin.

You’ve been waiting for them.

You register Joel first, his heavy footfalls impossible to conceal under the creak of the original wooden flooring. It’s almost laughable how loud they’re being, Joel making a ruckus behind you and the other rustling somewhere in your closet, probably smelling your panties for all you know.

Joel finds you at an open window, back facing him as some loud pop song he doesn’t recognize drifts up from the Quarter below. You’re naked aside from a short, black pleated skirt that barely ghosts the lower curve of your ass, a silver and white fox tail peeking out from beneath the hem of said skirt.

Though he can’t see it from his current vantage, a gun rests on the window sill in front of you. You’re starting to think you won’t be needing it. Not when the man at your back could have already taken a clear shot at you and didn’t.

You lean slightly forward, revealing more of your ass to Joel and cheering as you catch a handful of colorful Mardi Gras beads from one of hundreds of floats below, waving your arms triumphantly over your head before you slip the necklaces around the lovely column of your neck.

Joel spots Dave then, mocha brown eyes shifting to his comrade, his expression unreadable. The Beretta drawn to shoulder height, trained at your head, but he isn’t pulling the trigger. Not yet.

Lowering the rifle, Joel lifts a fist in the air to signal to Dave, take the shot, asshole.

But he doesn’t, and neither does Joel, staring at your bared skin, the exposed hills and valleys of your body. Two men reduced to little more than their base desires in mere seconds. Exactly what you were expecting.

You finally shut the window and turn to face them when they do nothing but stand there, transfixed by your beauty. You’re wearing a masquerade mask in royal purple that’s trimmed with gold lace, cinched tightly behind your head.

You won’t be needing a gun when you can use sexuality as a weapon. It wasn’t the first time, and certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“Took you long enough,” you admonish, eyes drifting back and forth between the two men.

The larger one is broad and older, unkempt curls swirling away from his head, dusted with silver. The beard tracing his jaw is dark and patchy, a thick mustache framing his upper lip.

A red and black flannel stretches across the expanse of his upper body, tucked into dark wash jeans, ending with heavy work boots. His eyes darken in their regard of you.

His companion is also broad, only just less so, and younger than his comrade by what you guess to be ten or fifteen years. His face is clean and smooth with the barest hint of shadow, plush lips pushed outward in bewilderment, a black beanie pulled down to conceal his dark hair, matching the rest of his attire.

“Love the outfit, but a bit on the nose, don’t you think?” you ask the younger of the two men. The edges of his lips twitch upward in amusement.

You sway your hips slightly, making the tail between your legs wag to and fro, enticing the two men to ease closer. And they do. Exactly where you want them.

Dave notices your fingers dancing across the lid of a small metal box in the nick of time.

A new party drug originating from Ibiza, its purpose intended to act as a powerful aphrodisiac amongst the most experimental, but as with most things, too much could be dangerous, in rare cases fatal. It usually came in tab form, but it had been sold to you as a fine powder, and your plan was to drug them senseless until they fucked each other to death or you killed them, depending on how bored you got.

You grasp the ornate metal box in your fingers and flick your wrist outward, hurling the contents in a direct trajectory at Dave’s face, which would have hit the intended target had he not been ready to deflect the strike with a hastily lobbed pillow from the nearby sofa.

The cloud the hit produces is magnificent, a shimmery white mist which coats your face and lips and everything else in its path, inhaled through your sinuses and entered through your bloodstream as traces of the powder land on your tastebuds.

You spit and claw at your face, but it’s too late, and you know it.

You’re fucked in more ways than one.

The affects are almost instantaneous, a fiery hot inferno that builds low in your core, a lance of pain sawing through you from the inside out. Your pupils dilate and everything is suddenly too bright, too painful, every source of illumination having a halo that almost resembles a mushroom cloud in its brilliance, its potency.

You feel the sticky slick coating the inside of your thighs and you double over, clutching your guts, tears pricking at your eyes.

“Whatsa matter, darlin’?” Joel asks, your show of pain bringing him immense joy. “Can’t handle what you dish out?”

His cock strains against his jeans as he watches you and you groan, spreading your legs as you slip a finger between your folds in a bid to quell some of the ache. “Fuck…” you grit.

“Jesus, York, the hell’s wrong with her?” Joel questions.

Dave can only stare, transfixed, palming himself over his jeans.

Both men can’t help but jump when Resnik’s voice comes through the ear piece, so lost in your body they almost forgot why they were there to begin with.

“Everything alright?” he asks.

“Good,” Dave responds. “We’re…negotiating.”

“Negoti— fucking seriously?”

“Yes,” Dave answers firmly, his voice a low and husky. “I’ll explain later. For now, stay in a holding pattern, and make sure no one enters the building.”

Resnik starts to say something else, but Dave flicks off the ear piece and tosses it to the floor before he can finish, already forgotten. Joel follows suit.

“Help, please,” you whimper, stepping toward Joel as you fumble in desperation at his jeans. “Need it bad. It hurts.”

Joel abandons his weapons, drunk at the sight of you. His massive hands circle your waist, squeezing, desirous, lifting your skirt to cup your ass, exposing the tail tucked between your cheeks to Dave. You keen and without thinking, Joel bends forward to press his lips to yours.

“Miller, stop —“ Dave spits sharply, but it’s too late. Joel kisses you, deep and wanton, tongue swiping hungrily at your lips, and within seconds he receives his own dose of the drug, though not nearly as much as you.

He spins you in his grasp and hikes your skirt even higher up your waist, revealing your pussy to Dave, dragging two thick, callused digits between your dripping folds, bumping your clit. You moan and press your ass against him, the hard line of his cock nudging at the plug, heightening your pleasure.

“Y’like that, darlin’?” Joel murmurs into the shell of your ear.

“Yes,” you answer too quickly. “But I need your cock.”

“That so?” he answers gruffly, making quick work of his jeans as he shucks them off like a second skin, the drug already firmly rooting itself in his brain.

He tugs his boxers down, fat cock springing free from its confines as he shoves you forward, folding you in half over the couch with a broad palm pressed between your shoulder blades, notching himself at your entrance and pushing himself inward with reckless abandon.

You grunt at the reprieve, the sting of how forcefully he invades you, how he fills you.

Dave watches the events unfold in stunned silence, lips parted and skewed, unbuckling his belt as his eyes fixate on your face, your lovely sparkling eyes. The way your mouth hangs open when Joel begins railing into you with everything he has to give.

He reaches forward and plucks the mask from your face, discarding it, so he can see you. See how well you take it.

He drags the pad of his thumb along your succulent bottom lip, pressing it against your tongue, to the back of your throat, teasing. Testing.

He exhales a groan when you don’t gag.

He quickly steps out of his jeans and boxers, climbing onto the couch in front of you, roughly gripping the sides of your face so that your lips pop open for him.

You take him into your mouth without question, mewling softly, your throat and jaw burning with effort as he sinks himself into you.

Dave presses the barrel of the gun against your temple, his voice a snarl as he says, “Try anything and I’ll spray your pretty little brains all over these walls, sweetheart. Understood?”

You nod around him in affirmation as he begins rutting into your mouth, his other hand fisted tightly in your hair.

It isn’t long before Joel drags your first orgasm out of you, every muscle in your body constricting, relieving the pain only temporarily before it flares up again, white hot and slithering through your veins like molten metal.

“Thassit, darlin’. Takin’ that dick like a champ,” Joel praises, giving your ass a sharp slap. Every thrust of his hips knocking against the plug secured firmly in your ring of muscle.

“Fucking whore, letting two men enter you,” Dave growls, the gun pressed so squarely against your skull, it’s sure to leave an indentation.

Joel finishes inside you expeditiously with a low growl, panting into the small of your back as he collapses forward, knees smarting.

“Quick on the draw as always, Miller,” Dave tuts, clicking his tongue.

Dave’s fingers twist at your roots as he pulls you further onto his length, bottoming out with a shudder at the back of your throat.

“Fuck off, York,” Joel retorts, still fully hard inside of you. He tugs at the end of the tail, smirking playfully, causing you to moan.

“What if I shoved my dick up your ass next, sweet girl?”

You whimper around Dave in reverence. For both of them.

“Not a chance. That ass is mine,” Dave snorts. “Soon as I’m done with this mouth.”

Joel doesn’t argue. Your pussy feels too good, the way you squeeze him, and it isn’t long before he’s railing you hard again, never having gone soft, even at his age.

You cum a second time, soaking Joel, your release splashing down his muscular thighs. Your moans reverberating through Dave’s cock.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last like this…” Dave grunts as he pulls himself free from you with a pop of your lips, jaw hanging slack as Joel’s unforgiving pace doesn’t falter behind you.

“Trade places, Joel,” Dave demands.

“Not a chance,” Joel growls, the sounds of his hips slamming against your ass lewd and depraved.

“Now, Miller,” Dave reiterates, eyes deepening a shade as he lifts the gun away from your head to aim it at Joel.

“Fuck,” Joel spits, extricating himself from you as he and Dave exchange places. “Fine.”

Joel’s wide palms cup your face and he doesn’t waste time stretching your jaw and throat beyond their limits because fuck, he’s girthy. You taste the cocktail of you and him on your tongue.

He circles the outside of your throat with his hand and squeezes, feeling himself moving in your esophagus, grunting deeply as he watches you take him.

You jolt when you feel something cold, rigid and foreign dashing through your folds a second later, realizing in abject horror what is happening just as Dave pushes it inside of you and begins fucking you with it.

You moan, eyelids fluttering closed and Joel grunts deep in his chest, hand tightening around the cradle of your throat.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, slut? You like being fucked with my gun?” Dave grits from behind you.

You make a sound of supplication that tells Dave yes, yes you do.

He grins in satisfaction and drives the gun deeper, angling it just right, making you keen. The resulting squelch is deafening and obscene.

He pulls another orgasm out of you almost immediately, once again temporarily relieving the bubbling pain, sobbing around Joel, who’s already filling your mouth with more of his seed, spilling down your throat with a snarl.

He slows only for a moment, still hard as iron, ready to go again. And again.

Dave drags his lips up the curve of your ass and sinks his teeth into the meat of one of your plump cheeks, clamping down. You writhe against him at the small dagger of pain that courses through you.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dave purrs, giving the smarting cheek a slap.

As he continues to fuck you with the barrel of the pistol, his other hand skirts your tight star of muscle, fingers dancing around it.

His hand curls into the synthetic material of the tail, reveling the softness against his fingertips, and begins to tug slowly, lightly, testing.

You initially clench out of instinct, but relax your muscles as understanding settles over you, allowing him to pull it free from your puckered hole, letting it drop to the couch.

“Such a good girl,” Dave croons, tilting his face forward to place a chaste kiss there, the tip of his tongue darting out to circle your rim. You whine and arch into his touch.

“You should have some of this drug, York. Y’won’t have to worry about lastin’ then.”

“No,” Dave says as he lifts his head above your ass to lock eyes with Joel. “One of us needs to keep a clear head.”

“C’mon,” Joel taunts, swiping a finger through the mix of powder and tears still on your face. “Have a taste. Live for once.”

Joel extends his offering to Dave, hovering just over your lower back, inches from Dave’s lips. The men stare each other down, each of their movements slowing, much to your displeasure.

Dave eventually resigns himself, taking Joel’s fingers into his mouth and giving them a good laving with his tongue, tasting the sweetness of the drug, the saltiness of your tears.

Without warning, Joel succumbs to another high, exhaling a sputtered groan as you swallow what he gives you — what little of it there is at this point.

The drug makes quick work of Dave, twisting him into some kind of untethered beast as he drags multiple orgasms out of you with the barrel of the gun, his tongue flicking hungrily against your ring of muscle.

There isn’t a part of you that isn’t on fire. With desire, pain, fear. Fear that this will never end, that these two men will rip you apart from the inside out before all is said and done, but in spite of yourself, in spite of everything, you don’t want it to end.

“Lie back, Joel,” Dave commands and Joel does so without hesitation, his age getting the better of him, welcoming the relief he’ll receive as he makes himself comfortable on your couch.

Likewise, you’re happy for your jaw to have a momentary reprieve, as well, rubbing your tired muscles with your fingers as you catch your breath.

“Get on top of him,” Dave barks at you.

You willingly climb atop Joel, panting, lining yourself up with the slick head of his shaft. Joel’s heavy arm comes up to bar across your hips, pushing you down onto him until you sink all the way to his curls. The new angle making you keen and arch.

Dave presses you forward until your chest is flush with Joel’s, flattening you out before him. Joel doesn’t miss the opportunity to wrap his lips around yours again, kissing you sloppily, roving the wet heat of your mouth with his tongue, making you whimper as you begin riding him.

Dave spreads your cheeks apart and spits a globule of saliva at your puckered entrance, pressing two digits inside easily.

“Good thing you already loosened up that ass for me. You can take both of us, can’t you, sweetheart?” Dave murmurs and you simply nod, not wanting to tear your mouth away from Joel.

He lines himself up, placing the weeping slit of his head against your muscle as he begins pushing inward, inch by agonizing inch. Though you’re properly loosened up, there’s still a slight sting as your muscles contract and pulsate around him, stretching to accommodate his size.

You pant in hitched breaths, never having felt so full, so sated, before. It’s like they’re everywhere inside of you, consuming every inch of you like rabid jackals. Joel’s arms lacing around both you and Dave as both men begin to move independently within you.

You soon discover why they work so well as a team. Within minutes their movements are synchronized, a coordinated dance with you placed right in the middle, every downward thrust from Dave immediately proceeded by an upward lance from Joel. And they somehow manage to maintain said synchronicity for quite some time, even as they’re filling you to the brim with their cum.

They pump you full of themselves and you continue to drench them with every orgasm they drag out of you, your shared fluids sluicing down your bodies, soaking the cushions of the couch below.

It’s okay, you can just burn it if you actually end up surviving this. But hey, if you don’t, what a way to go, right?

Everything begins to meld together after a while, lines and vision blurred, your bodies practically stitched together at the seams, a perilous dance between the three of you in the throes of passion when the drug reaches its peak.

Their hands paw at you, knead you, your flesh supple and malleable under their large palms. They dig their fingers in, branding you, bruising marks left in their wake. Your head twists to and fro, tongue snaking between your teeth as you alternate between locking lips with both of them. You aren’t certain, but you think you see Joel and Dave link lips a few times as well, but it’s difficult to ascertain for sure, each scene of debauchery bleeding right into the next.

It goes on like that for hours, Dave and Joel occasionally switching roles, manipulating your overwrought body into a host of varying positions.

You have to stop a few times. For water, or just to take a break and a quick breather before you’re at it again, both men claiming your body like the primitive animals they are.

Dave has to call off his two remaining men when they practically try to beat down your door, understandably mystified and concerned, drinking in the vision laid out before them when Dave answers the door naked as the day he was born.

He sends them away when their motives shift and they make a sudden plea to join, letting them know in no uncertain terms that you are for him and Joel only.

You pout as you watch them leave, ever eager for more, but you don’t allow yourself to dwell on it, the three of you getting right back into the swing of things the moment they’re gone.

——

You must have shifted to the bedroom at some point during the night, as you rouse from sleep between two massive furnaces of men, a thin sheen of perspiration coating your still naked bodies.

You extricate yourself from the tangle of limbs and climb out from beneath them. You could easily put an end to them right now, if you were so inclined. But there’s something oddly endearing about the way they’re passed out in your bed, practically cuddling one another, Joel snoring like a chainsaw, that gives you pause. You’re amazed you were able to get any sleep at all with them in your bed.

You give them a final glance before you hastily make your way to the bathroom to clean up.

——

After your shower, you slip into a set of loose and comfortable sweats — a stark contrast from last night — tucking your pistol into the band of your sweatpants. You know, just in case.

You sweep up the remaining powder, making sure to wear proper PPE this time, salvaging as much of it as you can, should you ever need it again. As a weapon next time, you tell yourself.

Once done, you wander into the kitchen, chewing on two naproxen tablets before chugging what seems like a gallon of water to alleviate your dehydration and the various aches and pains riddling your body.

You’re starving so you put on a pot of coffee and whip up a simple breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast, enough to share. You plate the eggs and bacon on a platter and place them in the center of the table while you finish up the toast.

Your back is to Dave when he enters the kitchen. You feel the boards shift and you spin on the balls of your feet, drawing and raising your gun. You aren’t at all surprised when you find him doing the same — holding the same gun he fucked you with — dressed only in his boxers, your eyes locked, staring each other down in a deadly game of chicken.

“Easy now, kids. Thought ya worked out your differences last night,” Joel chides as he steps into the kitchen next to Dave, adjusting himself in his boxers.

You swallow, eyes blown wide, and you lower your gun first, even though you shouldn’t. After an uncomfortable beat, Dave does the same.

“We good?” you ask him.

“Yeah. Good.” Dave furrows his brow at you, unconvinced, but willing to play nice. For now.

“Smells great, sweetheart,” Joel says, seating himself at the table, helping himself to a plate.

You make a motion for Dave to sit.

“Could be poisoned,” he warns Joel, who flashes him and incredulous slant of his eyes.

“Fuck sake—“ you grit, scooping up a spoonful of eggs and shoving them into your mouth, canting your eyebrows at Dave as you inhale them. “Satisfied?”

Neither of them says a thing, but you catch a glimpse of Joel’s smirk below his mustache as he begins shoveling food into his mouth.

You finish preparing the toast and pour each of them a cup of coffee before serving yourself.

“Thanks,” Dave says, quietly, his eyes sliding down your body, tongue trailing his lips.

“You know, I don’t even know your names,” you say, glancing between the two men.

“Dave,” he replies. “And this is Joel.”

“Well, you already know my name. Nice to meet you, Dave and Joel,” you say.

Silence settles between the three of you while you eat, you seated between them, pouring more coffee when their cups inevitably empty.

You stay like that for a while, mulling over what to say next.

Dave is the first to break the silence.

“Thank you. For breakfast. And for…last night,” he says, averting his gaze.

You smirk.

“I’m not a bad person, you know.”

“Never said you were,” he responds.

“Just a name on a piece of paper.”

“That’s right. The infamous Datura.”

“I don’t kill indiscriminately like you do. I kill bad people. Corrupt politicians. Crooked cops. Genocidal maniacs.” You swallow down a swig of coffee. “But I guess I should have known better than to take out a senator’s son this time.”

“You know, we’re all putting our lives on the line, too, by not completing the contract,” Dave explains. “Should probably get the fuck out of dodge. Maybe you, too.”

His lips skew into a ghost of a smirk, eyes mapping the gentle slopes of your face.

“Yeah, I figured as much.”

“We might need an extra set of eyes, if that’s the case.”

You smile, leaning across the table, resting your chin in the bowl of your palm. Your eyes sparkle sweetly as they shift between Dave and Joel.

“Dave, are you offering me a job?”

His hand comes up to hook around the back of your neck, lips crashing into yours as his other hand grips and squeezes your hip, making you whine when his fingers graze one of many tender spots.

You hear a throaty chuckle rise from Joel next to you.

“Take it that’s a yes, darlin’.”

FIN.

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Down in Flames (modern!HOTD) 4

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pairings: modern!Aegon x Reader & modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: Tensions rise between you and Aemond. You begin to feel guilty but you're not a bad friend, right? The band celebrates the completion of their album.

warnings: 18+ spicy stuff below the cut (p in v, fingering, spanking) language.

word count: 4.7k

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“You dirty, dirty girl,” Baela says, in the middle of Stepstones, causing an older woman to glare at her from the table she sits at.

Your eyes widen as you send the woman an apologetic smile. She shakes her head at you, returning to her laptop, placing headphones in her ears. You turn back to Baela who is smirking at you, arms crossed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tell her, continuing to wipe the counter.

Baela snorts, walking next to you.

“Pretend all you want, you can’t hide these,” she says, pulling your hair from your neck, exposing the dark purple kisses that mark a trail down your throat.

You swat away her hand, fixing your hair to cover them once more. Baela bites her lip, her eyes aglow.

“Was he good?” Baela asks, eyes wide with curiosity.

“Fuck you feel so good.”

You blink, as your best friend desperately awaits all the dirty details.

“Who?”

“Cregan of course!” Baela says, shaking her head.

“Oh- right,” you say. Shit. Baela is your best friend. You can’t remember ever lying to her.

Baela laughs at your expression, your deer in the headlights look.

“I guess he really did it. He fucked your brains out,” Baela teases.

Baela sticks her finger in your ear causing you to yelp.

“Yup, I see brains!” she says examining her finger.

You can see Aemond’s face, feel his cock inside you still.

“Yup,” you squeak.

“You gonna come for me?”

You swallow hard, and blink, trying to rid yourself of the memory. You can feel the desire pooling in your stomach at the thought, and the dull ache that has resided in between your legs since you left the apartment.

You’ve been in a haze ever since.

Jace calls your name several times, though you had not noticed.

You hadn’t planned on coming to the studio the following day, you wanted as much space between you and Aegon (and Aemond) as humanly possible. But you stopped by during their lunch break against your better judgement to deliver Baela and Rhaena some food.

Aegon was not there when you arrived.

You could hardly look Rhaena in the eye as she smiled at you, accepting the takeaway. You feel like such a shitty friend, the guilt gnaws away at your stomach each time you meet her violet eyes.

Aemond is standing next to the grand piano as Helaena plays a new song. He barely glances at you when you enter. Its the first time seeing him since the other night.

After your escapade, you had pulled down your dress, and left the apartment, without looking back. You had yet to speak to Aemond about what had occurred.

“Yo!” Jace says, waving a hand in front of your face.

You blink, shaking your head, trying to clear your racing thoughts.

“She’s a little distracted today,” Baela says apologetically, causing Jace to raise his eyebrows.

“She’s been like this all week,” Rhaena says snickering, “because of her new fuckbuddy.”

You swear you can see Aemond’s ears perk up at Rhaena’s sentence, swear a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he turns his head ever slightly.

“Oh?” Jace squeaks, not meeting your eyes, clearly embarrassed by the conversation.

“Mhmm,” Baela says, placing a kiss on his cheek, “Y/N got dicked down real good.”

“Okay stop,” you beg as you watch Aemond definitely smirks this time.

Baela makes a face at you.

“What? Jace doesn’t care,” Baela assures, though Jace’s face would disagree, “besides there is no way in hell I’m gonna stop talking about my bestie getting the best dick of her life. You’ve been out of your mind all week. I’m about to send Cregan flowers.”

Your face is beet red, the mortification settling in your bones as Aemond glances to look at you. He meets your eye, a cocky, amused look on his face.

Fucking Baela.

Whatever, you suppose. It was a one time thing, and it was never, ever going to happen again. Aemond could hold onto that for all its worth, and torture you into embarassment if he wished. It was a one time thing.

Aemond keeps looking at you, holding your gaze.

A one time thing.

His lips curl in a smirk, eye dropping to scan the outfit you wear. You had to admit, you’d spent a decent amount of time getting ready to drop by. Just in case.

A one time thing.

He takes his time, looking over every inch of you. It sends a ripple of desire through you, your thighs clench together. It appears your efforts have been rewarded.

A one time thing.

Your lips part as he meets your gaze again, cheeks on fire.

A ONE TIME THING.

“Y/N!” Baela says, suddenly shaking your arm.

You break away from Aemond’s gaze.

“Okay, seriously, what is up?” Baela asks, “is it Aegon? Are you worried about what he’ll think?”

You open your mouth to speak, but Luke answers for you.

“Don’t worry about him, Y/N,” Luke says, shaking his head.

“I’m not,” you tell him, though Baela raises an eyebrow at you.

“Seriously, Aegon and I are cool,” you insist, “I’m his date to the party still.”

“Dragonpit!” Rhaena calls from the couch, pumping her fist in the air.

Luke looks toward her, a smile breaking across his face at her excitement. You force a smile as Rhaena meets your eyes.

“It’s going to be insane,” Rhaena assures you, smiling happily.

You watch her eyes flicker to Aemond, but she looks away quickly, appearing nonchalant.

“It’ll be great,” you agree, nodding slightly, “you guys deserve it.”

“Hell yeah we do,” Luke agrees, moving to sit beside Rhaena.

He attempts to steal one of her fries, and she playfully swats his hand away. Luke pretends to be offended before trying once more. Rhaena allows it this time.

You swallow hard, feeling Aemond’s eye on you. You have to get out of here.

“Where you going?” Baela asks as you make your way toward the door.

“I’ll see you tonight, at the Dragonpit!” you call behind your shoulder, pushing through the door.

Baela’s face scrunches in confusion watching you leave.

“You don’t want to stay-okay then,” she doesn’t finish, you’re already out the door.

Baela sticks her tongue into the side of her cheek, crossing her arms before looking to Rhaena. Rhaena merely shrugs.

“Good dick makes you crazy I guess,” Rhaena says, shrugging.

You get ready before Baela and Rhaena arrive back at the apartment, as you’re hoping to avoid them. Aemond has you all messed up, it feels like you can’t breathe. God you feel like such a bad friend, such a bad ex girlfriend. Especially when Aegon comes to pick you up.

“You look great,” he tells you, eyes roaming your body.

You chose a red dress, that hugs you in every way a good party dress should. The neckline is low, revealing the tops of your breasts. You’ve opted for no tights tonight, since your favorite ones now lay stuffed in the bottom of your trashcan ripped to shreads.

“You too,” you tell Aegon, giving him a soft smile.

You’re not lying, he looks all rockstar. Hair slicked back off of his face, dressed in all black. You keep your hands to yourself on the ride to the Dragonpit, though Aegon’s hand does find its way to rest on your knee as he drives. Then it creeps up to your thigh, cold rings pressing into your skin. Old habits die hard, you guess.

Shame prickles your skin at his touch, at the memory of Aemond’s hands on you.

Just one more evening. Just get through tonight and everything will be fine.

“Hottie!” Baela calls when you enter the club.

She throws her arms around you, leading you toward where everyone sits. The club is incredible. Green lights fill the room, bathing everything in a stunning jade. Music booms from the speakers as people begin to dance, some lounge on leather couches in different sections of the club.

“You look stunning,” you tell Baela, who does a little twirl.

The purple dress and knee high boots make Baela look like a goddess.

“Jace is a lucky guy, what can I say,” Baela says winking at you.

“Hey Y/N!” a familiar voice purrs.

Your head snaps toward the sound of it.

Alys.

He fucking brought Alys.

She smiles, lips her signature blood red color. The green dress she wears leaves little to the imagination as she leans forward taking a sip from her cup.

“Alys,” you say, forcing a polite smile, “nice to see you again. So soon.”

“Mhmm,” she answers, leaning back into Aemond.

Your eyes flicker to him. His expression is unreadable as his violet eye watches you. He looks good.

Like, really good.

Your try to keep your expression neutral as you take him in. The boys must have coordinated for the night, they’re all wearing all black. Aemond’s silk shirt is open at the top, revealing his chest. He wears a different chain tonight, nothing hanging from it. You swallow hard.

“Aemond,” you say, politely. He tilts his head, acknowledging you.

A one time thing then. Looks like Aemond and you were just going to pretend it never happened. Good, you supposed, that’s how it should be. So why was your stomach suddenly in knots at the sight of his arm around Alys?

Helaena makes her appearance then, easing the tension in the space. She looks incredible, like a silver star with her flowy dress that matches the shade of her hair. Her lilac eyes are coated in a silver eyeshadow as well, cheeks painted with highlighter.

“So glad you’re here,” she says giving you a loving embrace.

You hold onto her tightly, breathing in her familiar scent.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you tell her with a smile.

As you look over her shoulder, you spot Rhaena making her way over. She keeps her eyes averted from Aemond and Alys, though you note the blush that forms on her cheeks, and her forced grin.

“Hey, Y/N!” Rhaena says, taking a sip from her cup, “are you drinking tonight? Cause I am drinking tonight.”

You raise an eyebrow at her. She’s definitely upset that Alys is here.

“Hell yeah,” you tell her, and her smile finally meets her eyes.

You’ll tell her. Soon. But not tonight.

Aemond rises from his position on the couch suddenly, and pushes by you. Alys trails behind, a green shadow.

“What’s his problem?” Rhaena snaps, tone angrier than usual.

You spot the source of Aemond’s mood shift, as Cregan walks through the door, a goofy grin on his face.

“What is he doing here?” you hiss to Baela, whose eyes lit up when he entered.

“I invited him, dummy!” Baela said waving to Cregan, “a thank you would be nice.”

Cregan walks over to you, a smile on his face. Your eyes are about to roll out of your head as Baela pushes you toward him.

“Thanks for the invite,” Cregan says, running a hand through his hair, “I thought you may not be interested anymore when you didn’t text me.”

“Oh she's interested,” Baela says from behind you, “she’s been thinking about that d-”

“DRINK!” you shout, causing Baela to make a surprised face, “I’ve been thinking about that drink that we are getting. Together. Now.”

You take Cregan’s arm and lead him toward the bar. Baela’s eyebrows knit together as she watches you lead Cregan to the bar.

She looks at the expression on your face, the nervous blush, before looking for her other friends. Baela catches Aemond at the other side of the bar, Alys beside him still. But his gaze is fixed on someone else.

Baela follows it, landing back on her best friend. She looks at Aemond once more, the clenching of his jaw. Back to you. Watch you nervously wet your lips, while playing with your hair. Your leg is bouncing uncontrollably.

Baela’s eyes are moving as though she’s watching a tennis match between you and Aemond.

No, she thinks to herself, no fucking way.

Aemond meets her eye briefly, before looking away.

Caught you.

You can feel Aemond’s eye burning a hole through the back of Cregan’s head and right into your face. Fucking hypocrite.

You try to listen to what Cregan is saying, taking small sips of your drink, nodding, and acting engaged. But you can’t focus on the cute guy in front of you. All you can feel is that purple eye watching you from across the bar.

You can feel sweat bead on the back of your neck and the room suddenly feels too hot, too crowded. You look around for your friends, but they’re lost in the excitement of the crowd. You spot Otto on the balcony sharing a drink with Larys Strong, some producer you’d met a handful of times.

You look back at Aemond and Alys, meeting his eye as Alys brings a hand to his chest, whispering something in his ear.

“I’m so sorry,” you cut Cregan off as he’s in the middle of story, “I just really have to go to the bathroom. Wait here?”

Cregan nods, and it hurts your heart. His smile is so nice, so kind. You should stay.

You make your way through the crowd, bumping into Baela. She’s slung around Jace, mid dance.

“Where you going gorgeous?” she asks, smiling wide.

“Bathroom!” you yell over the music.

“I’ll come with!”

“No!” you insist, causing her to frown, “No, I’m good. I’ll just be a sec.”

Baela watches you leave, a frown playing on her lips.

Down an empty hallway you find another bathroom, single stall. The handle is unlocked, thank the gods, and you push inside, letting the door slam behind you. You throw your clutch at the wall, and it makes a loud bang as it hits the toilet paper dispenser.

You rest your palms on the counter of the sink, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your heart is hammering out of your chest. The image of Alys with her hands on Aemond has your stomach churning.

What is wrong with you?

“Get it together,” you whisper to yourself, watching your cheeks flush with color, “you are not freaking out.”

You raise an eyebrow at your reflection.

“You are not jealous.”

You are jealous.

“You are not,” you insist, though your reflection seems to disagree.

You’re so frustrated you could cry, you want to let your fist lash out and smash the mirror to shards. The music becomes louder as the door opens, causing you to whip around.

“What are you doing?” you hiss, as Aemond closes the door behind him.

He flicks the lock into place.

“What’s wrong?”

What is wrong? You’re not even sure where to begin.

“God I am not your fucking problem Aemond!” you growl, rolling your eyes at him.

He raises a brow at you. The scent of his cologne is starting to fill the small space, making your heart pound faster.

“Whatever,” he says, but he doesn’t move.

Your breathing is labored as he watches you, and your mouth twists into a frown.

“Go back to Alys,” you snap, crossing your arms.

His lip twitches.

“You’re furious,” he breathes, inching closer.

“Go fuck yourself,” you tell him, but it only makes him smile wider.

“You are,” he says, taking a step closer, “What? My cock’s got you territorial already?”

Your jaw drops.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you snap, scoffing, trying to appear unbothered.

“I know you, Y/N,” he stalks closer to you, trapping you against the sink, “I’ve seen you with my brother for the past two years.”

He brings his hands to your hips, thumbs brushing against your hip bones. Everything zeros in on where he touches you. It feels like you’re on fire.

“All that time, I’ve never heard a fraction of the noises you made the other night, from a fucking quickie,” he tells you, causing your face to flush with embarrassment.

“You have no idea, all the ways I want to fuck you,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear.

Fuckfuckfuck.

“I wanted to, that night at The Red Keep,” he told you. You remembered him watching you. The look on his face, how he titled his head at you from across the room.

“You were such a fucking tease,” he purrs, moving a strand of hair behind your ear, “you know how hard I was? Watching you dance?”

You feel your thighs clenching together, as the feeling of his lips on your ear. You bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut.

His hands move to your ass, slender fingers digging into the soft tissue.

“I wanted to bend you over my knee right there,” he tells you, “turn this ass ten different shades of red. Get you all nice and wet. Make you beg me to fuck you.”

You’re close to begging him right now, as he takes your earlobe between his lips. A breathy wine escapes your lips and you can feel your pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled.

“Better late than never.”

Your eyes snap open at his words, before Aemond is spinning you around, pressing your torso onto the sink so you’re bent over in front of him. Your eyes meet his in the mirror, taking in the ravenous expression on his face.

He scrunches your dress up, revealing your ass to him. Aemond breaks your gaze, admiring the sight in front of him, squeezing the soft cheeks. He loops his slender fingers through your lace underwear, bringing it down to your ankles. You wore cute underwear, not that you expected this to happen. No, of course not. You feel the cool air against your slit, you’re already soaked.

Aemond releases a growl, low in the back of his throat, marveling at the sight of you bent over in front of him.

Slap.

His hand comes down hard on your ass, and you cry out, quickly bringing your hand to cover your mouth. Aemond quirks an eyebrow at you.

“None of that,” he tells you, “there will be other times to make you scream.”

You bite into your palm as his hand makes contact with your ass again. Your legs begin to shake from the mixture of pleasure and pain; with every slap he gives you a shockwave of pleasure goes through your center, soft whimpers leave your mouth but you do not talk back.

You turn your head, watching Aemond in the mirror. The look on his face is almost indescribable. A lusty haze covers his seeing eye.

You assume he’s satisfied as he begins to rub relief into your burning cheeks. Hopefully he’s created the color he wanted.

“Good girl,” he growls, before picking your right leg up, bending it at the knee, and resting it on the edge of the sink. You feel Aemond’s fingers run through your silky folds, and he releases a chuckle as he feels the wetness there.

“Liked that did you?” he says, meeting your eyes in the mirror and grinning wolfishly. Your cheeks are flushed, breasts pressed against the counter of the sink, but you say nothing.

Aemond likes you stubborn. It’s what attracted him to you in the first place. His eyes light up, and he presses a finger inside of you, curling the long digit. Your jaw slacks as he begins to fuck you with his finger, other hand securely on your knee, keeping you open on the sink.

“You’re an asshole,” you squeak, only causing his grin to widen, and for him to push another long digit into your weeping cunt. You curl your fingers into fists as he works you open. His eyebrows raise.

“Am I?” he asks, his voice dripping with smugness.

His fingers are searching within you, pressing against different spots as he thrusts them. Then he finds it, that sweet spongy section the head of his cock pressed against a few nights back. As the pads of his fingers stroke against it you convulse, unable to control your moans. Aemond hums at his success.

“There it is,” he murmurs, fingers curling against your g-spot. A sharp, desperate wine leaves your lips as pleasure washes over you, tingling down your legs and up your spine. Aemond brings his hand to cover your mouth.

“Shhh,” he whispers, “don’t want anyone to hear, now do we?”

The music from the launch party is muffled through the bathroom door, it makes the very walls of the room vibrate.

Aemond has a wild look in his eye as he takes in the sight before him in the mirror. The glazed over look in your eyes as he fingers you towards orgasm. Your thighs begin to shake and you wail against the palm of his hand as your orgasm crashes over you, pussy clenching around his fingers nearly forcing them out of you. Aemond holds tight, fucking you with his long digits through your orgasm until you are a trembling mess against him.

Aemond removes his fingers from your throbbing center, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean. He moans at the taste, maintaining eye contact through the mirror the entire time. Your face is flushed, eyes wide in surprise at the action.

“I can’t wait to eat this fucking pussy,” he tells you, unzipping his pants and releasing his cock. He strokes himself as you watch, the tip of his cock red and leaking with precum.

“But you’ll just have to be patient,” he purrs, lips curling up at the sight of your hopeful expression.

“Because when I do that,” he says, grabbing your face and turning your head towards him. He places a sloppy kiss on your lips, shoving his hot tongue into your mouth making you groan. Aemond pulls away, smirking, still fisting your hair.

“I want to take. My. Fucking.Time,” he finishes, before releasing you. He positions his cock against your entrance, hesitating for a moment.

“Are you sure you want to do this again?” he asks.

“Yes,” you tell him.

He grins.

“Sure?”

You roll your eyes at him.

“Don’t make me beg.”

“I’d like to hear you beg.”

You push your ass against him, the tip of his cock sliding in. Aemond’s jaw slacks as your wet heat threatens to engulf him.

“Another time,” he murmurs, pushing into you.

It feels just as glorious as the other night, the stretch his cock allows you. You can feel every inch of him as your pussy greedily suctions him.

“Aegon’s a fucking idiot,” Aemond says, wrapping his hand around your throat.

“I don’t wanna talk about him,” you choke out, as he begins to jackhammer into you. Aemond’s grin is sadistic, as he easily slides in and out of your tight, wet heat.

“I bet you don’t,” he groans, continuing his assault on your fluttering pussy. Fuck he loves the way you feel around him. Aemond holds your head up, making you look at your reflection.

“Look,” Aemond commands, “look at how pretty you look when I fuck you.”

You look out of your mind with pleasure, lips bruised from his kisses. Your hair is disheveled and fading love bites from your first encounter mark a trail down your neck. Mascara bleeds down the corners of your eyes. Your pupils are blown wide with pleasure.

Aemond leans down, his face next to yours.

“Do you like how I fuck you?” he purrs against your ear. You nod. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” you cry, far past the point of being embarassed, “Aemond I fucking love it.”

The look on his face is insatiable. Your words ignite a fire within him and he snaps his hips into you, wet squelches filling the space. You can’t believe how aroused he makes you, you can feel your slick coating your inner thighs. The head of his cock pushes perfectly against your g-spot, every thrust leaves your legs shaking from pleasure.

“I fucking love it,” you repeat. It’s a pathetic whimper, tears appear in your eyes and you are drunk with the pleasure Aemond is giving you, clutching the counter turning your knuckles white.

“Good girl,” Aemond praises, “good fucking girl.”

“Yes,” you tell him, repeating the word over and over again, feeling the coil in your abdomen about to come undone.

You’re a babbling mess, pussy clenching around his thick cock. Aemond’s thrusts are becoming sloppier, and the dam within you breaks. You feel yourself squirting all over his cock, covering him in your release.

Aemond’s mouth is open as he thrusts into you a few more times, prolonging your orgasm as he chases his.

“Such a pretty girl, cumming all over my cock,” he tells you, as he finds his release finishing within your tight heat.

You stay in the position you’re in for a moment, eyes locked in the mirror coming down from your highs. You feel Aemond’s cock softening within you, and you cannot help the whimper that leaves you as he unsheathes himself from you.

“Fuck,” you hiss, moving your leg off of the sink, shimmying your dress down your legs as Aemond’s release coats the inside of your thighs. He grabs some tissue, before kneeling in front of you.

“What are you doing?” you ask, voice shaky from the intensity of your orgasm.

“Just let me,” he says, nudging your thighs apart. He gently rubs the tissue, collecting the slick that remains and coats your inner thighs.

Shit. You can’t believe this happened again. Here of all places.

Your thighs tremble as he continues to clean you.

“You alright?” Aemond asks, looking up at you. You give him a weak nod, hips jerking as he drags the tissue against your swollen clit, just enough that you feel the shape of his fingers against you.

“Good,” he tells you, before standing.

He tosses the tissue into a trashcan.

“Cause I’m not done with you,” he tells you, unlocking the bathroom door.

Your heart jumps into your throat.

“What?” you ask, and he moves back over to kiss you.

It’s cruel how much you enjoy kissing him, the feeling of his hand holding your face, his tongue slipping into your mouth dragging a moan out from the back of your throat.

“I like fucking you,” Aemond says, a hand still holding your cheek, “I like fucking you very much and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

Your eyes are wide as you take in what he’s saying.

“And I think you like fucking me too, in fact,” a smirk comes to his face, “you fucking love it.”

Your lips part as he opens the door, holding it for you. You turn to the mirror for a moment, dabbing your mascara, running a hand through your hair so it looks a little bit less like you just were slutted out by Aemond Targaryen in a bathroom.

You exit the bathroom, Aemond trailing behind you, materialzing back to the main room.

“Y/N!” Baela says, hurrying over to you, “girl you took so long where-”

She stops noticing Aemond behind you, watching how he tucks his shirt into his pants. Baela scans you, your flushed cheeks, your bruised lips.

“Y/N-” Baela says, her eyes wide.

“Bae-”

You’re interrupted by Luke who shoves his way between you.

“Out front!” Luke says, grabbing onto your arm, “Drama. Aegon. Not good.”

You and Baela move quickly, Aemond following as you make your way to the front of the Dragonpit. A scuffle has occurred, fists are being thrown every direcition. You spot the top of Aegon’s silver head.

“Fuck you, Cargyll!” he shouts, landing another punch.

Jace leaps forward, wrapping his arms around Aegon, pulling him off of the guy. Helaena moves forward as well as tears stream down Aegon’s face. She kneels before her brother, wearing a concerned expression.

“What happened?” Rhaena asks, joining the scene.

“I don’t know,” you tell her, meeting Baela’s eyes.

The commotion has calmed, and several people are escorted out of the Dragonpit. Aegon remains with Jace, as someone approaches him.

“Aegon Targaryen?” the stranger asks.

“Who’s asking?” Aegon spits.

The man hands him an envelope.

“You’re being served.”

You and your friends go silent as Aegon takes the envelope, a confused expression on his face. You look at the envelope and note the wax seal of non-other than Rhaenyra Targaryen. Well shit.

note: not Aegon being SUED 🫣 hope you enjoyed!! ily ily ily

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themalevolentkitchen · 4 months

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This time... right?!

✨Content 18+ - MDNI - Minors Don't Interact✨

Genre: Smut with Choso Kamo x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Power play, Dom / Sub dynamic, Use of Pet names, Edging, Overstimulation, Whining, acousticophilia, cum eating (slight), swearing, accidentally cums on your face, no gender reader.

Summary: You’ve been edging Choso for so long, that you’ve lost count.

Song: Cry baby by The Neighbourhood

Word count: 1063 words

Published on AO3

✨Content 18+ - MDNI - Minors Don't Interact✨

Splayed across the pillow and twisted between his fingers, his dark locks are tormented by his grip. He’s holding on for dear life - Choso’s close. Too close.

His body arches into your mouth, desperate for you to let him. Covered in sweat and heavily breathing, his moans turn to whines. Pining.

This time.

This time for sure right?!

”Please. Please, baby. I’mma.. nngh,” he begs, breathless and shaking.

You stop. Mouth releasing him with a pop. Fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, helping him to hold back. Shuddering, he whines in protest and frustration.

His voice is hoarse. Breaths heavy, his chest rising and falling as he looks down towards you. His eyes are soft, tender and needy - full of admiration. Just for you.

Soothing him to settle, you maintain eye contact as you kiss his thighs. The skin is soft and sensitive, twitching to your touch as you snake your way up to his hip. He’s watching your every move, his breathing finally relaxes.

Choso’s delicate skin bruises delightfully when you mark him, right at the end of his V-line. He sucks in air before shakily exhaling, reacting to your tongue pressing into the mark. His cock leaking onto your fingers, still tightly wrapped at its base.

You hum in delight. Proud of the mess you’re making of him.

How long has it been?

How many times now?

You’ve lost count.

Poor Baby.

Lowering yourself down the bed, Choso’s gulping as he sees you readying for another round. Your hand wrapping around him in the way that he loves, moving just right, thumb casually brushing his sensitive, little slit. You notice how his cock is almost purple, and rock solid under your touch. So pretty.

His thirsty moans return quickly. Hands clutching hold of anything.

His tangled hair.

The cotton sheets.

Your hair.

His body writhing, pushing himself up on his heels.

He’s close again.

”Baby?” he mewls, holding his breath. Unable to finish his sentence, you take the hint.

Your fingers clasp tightly around his base again, but it's just a little too late. One, singular rope of cum forces itself passed the barrier. Landing in his v-line, and settling on his mound in a pool.

You look at him in amazement. He’s blushing. A glow so pink across his cheeks that it complements his scar deliciously. The blush flows all the way down his chest, where it rises and falls so quickly. His eyes look apologetic. He’s trying not to make eye contact with you. He didn’t get permission. He acts like he betrayed you.

Reaching out to his chin, you reassure him. Angling him so he can see your caring smile.

With fingers still wrapped around him, you lean down. Tongue dipping into the v-line pool, making sure to keep eye contact while you taste him. His cheeks become redder. His scar gets bigger. A needy moan breaks through his lips suddenly, his hand covering his mouth. Ashamed that such a sound escaped him involuntarily.

Under your touch, he’s somehow not softening. If anything, he feels harder. Glancing quickly, Choso’s cock still twitches in hues of pink, red and purple.

Gingerly testing, you start your motions again. He protests, but you know better. You can feel it. You can see it.

”Baby. It’s ok. Trust me? Please?” you coo.

”But, I-I… I d-dunno. I j-just…,” he whimpers. Stammering through his words - Overstimulated.

Cocking your head to the side, “You just what baby?”

You don’t stop your movements. Gently and slowly working him the way he likes, careful not to cause him discomfort.

Choso shakes his head, “I d-don’t think I c-can. I mean… I j-just d-did!”

Pausing, you look down at your hand, confirming what you believe. Your eyes seek his, so you state your request, “Hmmm. Will you allow me to find out?”

Nodding his consent instantly, you don’t hesitate, mouth falling around him. Choso’s moan is guttural.

Repositioned between his legs, your fingers dig into his hips. Nose brushing his mound while taking him deep into your mouth. Sweat covers his body, collecting and rolling down his contours as you look up at him. Choso watches you through heavy, lust-filled eyes.

Mouth dropped and panting, gulping air as you swallow around him. Tongue desperately covering his drying lips. His scar stands bold, off-set by the bright blush across his face. His eyes rolling to a close as his head lolls back, exposing his neck.

Each one of his appreciative sounds has you salivating around him. His taste is salty-sweet on your tongue - delicious and addictive. Your actions have him in a daze once again. Losing control of his body, Choso’s arching off the bed in search of release.

Curses appear between his groans. Begging. Pleading under his breath. Blending together harmoniously, sounding so pleasing to your heart.

You’ll let him this time.

Snapping back to you, his eyes are lost in pleasure. Lust-filled and watery, with tears staining his cheeks. Choso’s look warns you there’s no going back. Seeking permission, he cries out, “Baby.. P-Please? C-Can I..?”

He doesn’t want to let you down, not that he ever would. Wanting consent from his baby before he peaks.

Your mouth releases him, kitten licking the swollen, leaky tip.

“Yes, baby. You c…”

You don’t get to finish your sentence.

Choso yowls.

Shuddering without control, his body contorts. His veins stand proud from his skin as pleasure races around them. Muscles tight. Toes curled. A white knuckled grip on the pillow behind his head, as he releases into the air. A little catches your surprised face, while most of his cum lands onto his glistening stomach.

It takes a while for his body to relax. The pleasure subsides, and finally he opens his eyes to see the mess painted on your face. Instinctively, he grabs the wet tissue next to the bed. Sitting up and cupping your face to clean it gently.

Matching his aftercare, you wipe-up his stomach. Ticklish giggles mingle while you both playfully clean each other. Choso’s lips appreciatively lay kiss after kiss on your freshened cheeks. His hand on your jaw angles you to meet his lips. Tenderly and deeply, he kisses you, tasting himself on your tongue.

With a contented sigh, Choso rests his forehead on yours lovingly. His hands still cupping your jaw as he gratefully praises,

”Thank you baby.”

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hyukassubi · 7 months

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🫧 No.2 Cuddler 🧸

Pairing: Jealous Bf!Hueningkai x reader Genre: Fluff. Not the bittersweet kind but actual cuteness overload, enough fluff to power up a whole plushie factory (ps. after re-reading this, I realized there might be the tiniest hint of angst. JUST A TEENSY LITTLE BIT IF YOU REALLY SQUINT THO, OTHERWISE ITS CUTENESS OVERLOAD I SWEAR 😭😭😭) Warnings: none! Synopsis: You enjoy Huening Kai's embrace, but, turns out, he isn't your favourite cuddler... Content: Reader pranks Huening Kai a bit, Huening Kai giving major golden retriever energy, 'Jealousy! Jealousy!', Reader loves plushies, Kinda puppy lovey-dovey ngl :>, Random highlighted words (mostly Huening Kai's name) cuz, again, thought it was super cute!! ^v^ Wc: 504 !!

Peeling the pink-purple face mask off your cheeks in front of your gold-bordered bathroom mirror. Brushing the knots off your hair after a busy day, throwing your work clothes off and putting your soft blue pajamas on. Trotting out of your bathroom to dip into the velvet living room couch where your lover awaits you.

“How’s your day been, sweetheart?” He says after taking a light sip of hot cocoa, watching an episode of Dug Days on Disney Hotstar.

You latch onto his free arm, leaning on one end of his broad shoulders. “Same old.” You yawn, looking at the tv. ”Same old.”

Huening Kai chuckled, staring down at your squishable face. “I’m so cozy, aren’t I?”

You nod.

“I’m a good cuddler, aren’t I?”

You nodded again.

Huening Kai smirked, ears turning the faintest shade of pink. “Am I… the best cuddler?” He looks at you with keen eyes, kinda like an excited little puppy eyeing a shiny new toy.

You paused for a moment. “No.”

Huening Kai’s face flattened, the air in his chest gone. “I’m not?”

“No.” You repeated more firmly this time. “I know someone far more cuddlier than you.”

Huening Kai striked the sassiest side-eye at you, but also, pouted. Just a bit. Okay, maybe a little more than just a bit. “Who?”

You smirked. “My best friend, my one and only. He’s so soft and cozy and he makes me so much happier whenever I hug him.”

Huening Kai freezes up a bit at that, briefly looking left and right for no apparent reason. “You… sleep with him?”

“I cuddle with him in my sleep, yeah.” You smile so innocently. “He’s in my bedroom right now.”

Now he was concerned. “He- He’s where now???”

“He’s in my bedroom all the time! Wanna see him?”

Huening Kai looks at you with meek eyes, throat too tight to continue sipping on his hot cocoa.

“Sure…” He says with uncertainty.

He harrumphed.

It was more than uncertainty, actually. His chest clenched with shock, betrayal, sadness, like a thousand kilogram weight pushed down his heart.

And when you opened that door, he couldn’t even get to himself to stare ahead and open his eyes-

Oh.

Your room was empty.

You skipped towards your bed, grabbing your cinnamoroll plushie. “Here he is!!”

Huening Kai turned red, facepalming. “I thought you actually had another boy with you !”

You looked at Huening Kai, and then cinamoroll, and then Huening Kai again. “But he is a boy.”

Huening Kai pouted. “How could I lose to a plushie?” In a quiet voice he went, “I actually got a little jealous earlier, you know…”

You smiled at him, sandwiching cinamoroll in one arm and slinging around Huening Kai’s waist with the other. “No one can ever replace you, Huening Kai.” You clutched onto your plushie possessively by then. “But no one can cuddle me better than cinnamoroll can.”

Huening Kai jumped over you, landing on the bed, arms around you. “I will not lose to a plushie.”

A/n: for those of you who don't know, cinnamoroll IS a boy 😤😤😤😤

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ariiluvsyou · 2 years

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scenario where shinsou and reader (fem) were having "fun" then they got caught by aizawa 🤭 [u dont have to write this lol!!] - v

Authors Note: Hello V!! Omg, thank you for using a sign off your the first person to do that I really hope I see you regularly! Oh! And please feel free to use emoji sign off if you’d like too, ＼(≧▽≦)／

OFC I’D WRITE THIS FOR YOU! I made it into more of a short fic bc like you said its like a scenario but hope you like it my friend! Also thank you for requesting Shinso, I LOVE Bakugo but I felt kinda bad for him being the only one in my MHA/BNHA masterlist

|♡| Red Handed |♡|

Shinso Hitoshi x F!Reader

Description: After a very tiresome meeting with Aizawa, your pro hero boyfriend decided you were the perfect candidate to let off some steam. Not only was he enjoying himself, but he was also getting some much needed revenge by fucking over his mentor’s desk. Too bad Aizawa decided to enter his office at the wrong time.

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Spanking, Light Choking, Exhibitionism, Degration + Praise, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Sex, Getting Caught Doin The Nasty, Angry Sex

Word Count: 1222

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“Fucking slut,” Shinso growled out, his thrusts slapping hard against your ass with every syllable. He was pissed, since becoming a pro hero Aizawa had managed to be up his ass about every mistake for the past month, and it seemed today was the last straw for your boyfriend.

This is what caused your current position, bent over his boss's desk, clothes haphazardly pulled down just enough so he had access to your aching cunt. You whimpered, pushing your ass to meet his leaking cockhead halfway, scratching at the dark oak desk from the ecstasy Shinso provoked.

"Toshi!" You cried when he hit a sensitive spot on your spongey walls, your pussy fluttering around him in a way that made his hips stutter before quickly working back into his rough pace.

Shinso's hands moved from his place on your back to trail up your sides, making sure to give your breasts a sharp squeeze, before placing two of his fingers on your pouty red lips. "Open," he commanded, a slight pant in his voice.

You whined once more but decided to obey since he already wasn't in the best of moods. You parted your lips, making sure to swipe your tongue along his fingers as two of his pale appendages into your mouth.

"Suck 'em, you know what I like," your boyfriend used his other hand to slap your ass, creating another red mark on top of the many finger-print-sized bruises you adorned. Quickly you got to work, swirling your tongue and moaning around his digits.

"Damn, had to shut you up with my fingers so we don't get caught," he laughed mockingly, although he himself was in no better shape than you. His usually flared-out purple hair was now starting to droop, sweat beading at his forehead as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes and the most adorable scrunch to his eyebrows as he focused on pushing himself as deep as possible in you. Fuck, why did he have to be so pretty?

You couldn't take it anymore, the way his dick stretched you out so deliciously, the way he moaned and grunted, the way he had a tight grip on your ass and tongue. "Toshi, Hitowshi bwaby, so gwood," you moaned, voice muffled by his fingers which were now stroking your tongue, thumb rubbing your cheek from the outside.

Shinso pulls out of your warm heat till only the tip was left, laughing at the way you cried out. You attempted to rub yourself on him, searching for any type of friction but Shinso was quick to push on your back, your breasts smashing against some very important documents Aizawa had.

"Look at you wiggle," he teased, watching at your cute little hole squeezed around nothing. "So fucking dirty, crying for my cock on my boss's desk," he paused to moan when you squeezed your cunt around his sensitive cockhead. His hand reached down to spread your lips, watching as he slammed his full length into you.

"Hitoshi!" You screamed, voice not coming clear since his hand abandoned your drooling mouth and moved to grip on your neck. He squeezed gently, providing a delicious pressure on your throat as he fucked you silly, thrusts so hard they caused ripples on your ass.

"Mmph, baby fuck! So fucking cute, do whatever I ask huh?" Shinso asked, spanking you once more. Your eyes closed as you let your tongue hand out of your mouth, completely drunk off the feeling your boyfriend provided you.

"Yeah, that's it, think you deserve a little reward," his hand reached down to rub your clit, messaging small circles in a way that had your toes curling. "Go ahead and cum baby, cum all over his desk.

There was just something so overwhelmingly hot about fucking on Aizawa's desk, the risk of being caught, the anger behind your boyfriend's movements, how Shinso mixed his degrading with sweet praises, so filthy to the point you couldn't keep quiet anymore despite your weak attempts. Shinso just felt too good, his long fingers lingering on your neck, your ass burning from his heavy hands, him toying with your clit, and of course, his large cock rubbing your sensitive walls in a way only he could. Within seconds the combination of these aspects had you creaming around Shinso's dick.

"C-Cumming! 'm cumming, Hitoshi please!" You begged, legs shaking from the intense feeling, surely you would have fallen if it wasn't for the desk beneath you. Your hands reached out to claw at whatever you could, knocking down some items in the process. "Toshi, please cum, wanna feel you so bad." Drool dribbles down your cheek you lean your head down onto the cool surface beneath you, withering in this intense feeling.

"Fuck, fuck! Why do you have to be so fucking tight—fuck hahh!" Shinso had let go of his grip on your neck and clit, leaving red marks from where his hands had previously been, and used both his hands to grab your waist, pulling you to meet his heavy thrusts.

By now your pussy was sopping wet, a thick creamy ring forming around the base of hm and dripping to his balls. Your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing him tightly almost making it hard to pull out. You always milked him so fucking good.

"Shit, why do you have to be like this? My perfect slut."

Shinso panted when he finally pumped one final time, reveling in the wet slapping sound that came from it before emptying his balls in your cavern. Even while he was cumming his thrusts never stopped, although now softer and more sparatic. In the end, you two were a mess, Shinso leaving over your body basking in the afterglow.

It felt so nice, feeling his cum slosh around inside you, his hands petting your head and allowing you to catch your breath. While Shinso could be rough he never failed to treat you like a princess after, you knew when you got home you would be showered in praises, kisses, and massages.

"You okay honey?" He rasped, humping you against the desk. Your cunt couldn't help but flutter around him despite being exhausted. You turned your head to meet his tired eyes, watching as his once angry face from earlier melted into a pretty smile.

"'m okay, but what about you baby? You feel better from earlier?" He chuckled at your response, always so attentive was his girlfriend. With a grin plastered on his lips, he placed gentle kisses on your back, his thurst finally halting as he pulled his head back to watch his cum leak out of you and back onto his cock.

"I'm fucking fantastic."

The intimate moment was halted by loud commotion coming from outside the office, angry stomps trailing down the hallway to the front of the door.

"They fucking did it again! I swear to god these kids will kill me, they destroyed so much fucking property! In fucking ruins!" The voice of Aizawa growled out, most likely screaming at his assistant before slamming his office door open.

Shinso was fast to react, quickly pulling out of your warm heat with a hiss before scrambling to pull his pants up and using his body to hide your naked body from the very angry pro hero.

"Oh my fucking god!" If Shinso thought Aizawa was annoying before, he was in for a real treat.

Authors Note: OKAY OKAY YOU CAN IMAGINE THE REST! I think Shinso would attempt to use his quirk to make Aizawa forget this whole fiasco but idk if he’s quick enough (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) Also sorry this is shorter than usual! But I hope you enjoyed anyways <33 Please leave a comment, lemme know what you think! Don’t forget to check out my other works, and requests are currently open!! BYE BYE (ノ*°▽°*)

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jesterable · 11 months

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am i danganronpa posting in the year of 2023? yes. i am. anyways sdr2 will forever be one of my favorite casts of characters and i love them all dearly. so i basically just drew all of them as stylized as i could.

these were 90% done from memory except for mahiru bc i forgot what she looked like entirely besides her color scheme.

thought process for all of them under the cut in order of when i drew them

mikan: my brain went to that one sprite of her as it does. and she’s purple and honestly doesn’t have enough specific craziness to have more than one color so she’s very one-color

kazuichi: very sharp. very square. very pink as well, but just pink didn't feel right. he has to have that gross green

akane: i couldn’t see her colors being changed v much but not so much that its. too normal.

teruteru: very proud of his face. he's very oval. and still not crazy enough for many colors

hiyoko: it was a very specific vision to have her with the UGLIEST yellow hair. also i don’t like the banana shape so i tried several other pigtail shapes to be normal about

gundham: took me about 3 tries to get his drawing right. i still have a crush on him. he’s mostly magenta but i felt like that was too little so i gave him red eyes

ibuki: i am proud of her. needed her to look fucking radioactive

sonia: silly girl! she's relatively normal looking but she is not a normal lady. very :3 coded

chiaki: im sOOO proud of my color choices for her. idk why but the dull pink and blue combo is my fave. also i completely went off base with her design on purpose bc i don’t like her actual design. my girl is a GAMER. let her look like one.

mahiru: i don’t know much about her i actually had to google just her so i knew what her hair looked like. ok bowl cut you eat that up!

nagito: he’s fucking insane. don’t like how his hair looks ingame so i made it better. i also totally forgot his outfit if you couldn’t tell. love giving crazy people neon eyes

fuyuhiko: made him accidentally smaller than the rest but i think it fits. baby face... little fucker

peko: tried to make her colorful but at the same time incredibly gray. she gives gray to me. she radiates gray

monokuma: i don’t like the strictly black and white design so i might it alot more red, and just made all the extra bits bright fucking red

imposter: i didn’t know what to do with him but my brain told me to make him orange so i did.

nekomaru: originally he was just gonna be blue, but my brain was like no... give him a more prominent smile. so i did !

monomi: had to make her soo pink and silly coded... gave her a closed eye, a tongue out, and made her folded ear just tilted down a bit more.

hajime: i tried to make him the most normal looking out of all of them. he just had to be.

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the-kr8tor · 10 months

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Hi, I've read your "Under the clock tower", and it was really so good it makes me almost bawl my eyes out. I did bawl my eyes out. I really liked that and it gives me an idea to request you :D. Can I request Hobie who recently lost reader find out that the prowler/villain variant of them is also dating their version of the reader, but reader is well and alive [probably partner in crime of v! Hobie] and questioning if his hero persona/work is the reason reader has to die? Thus, causing the "quitting from being the Spider-Man" canon event to happen. You can change as much as you need. Thx for reading my request~

Hi hun! Thank you so much! I'm glad you like under the clock tower, I hope you like this one too! Sorry if this took a while, I had to get into angst mode lmao

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Tags: No specific physical description of the reader, TW injury, TW blood, TW death, ANGST.

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Hobie's communicator rings out in the quiet night while on patrol, Lyla's familiar hologram lights up the dim surroundings "Heyyy Hobie, Miguel needs backup"

"I'm busy" Hobie flatly says, perched on top of a random skyscraper.

"Busy what? Being an emo? Gwen's with them, better hurry up" Lyla uses the Gwen card, knowing that will definitely get Hobie to move.

"Goddamnit" Hobie's annoyed that Lyla interrupted his thoughts of you, he seemed to have them more often. Memories of your time together rush past his mind: your first date together, the first time you kissed and when you breathed your last. He laments again, unable to think of fond memories instead of that terrible day.

He misses you so much, he can't concentrate on his work.

Hobie shakes his head, time to focus. Inhale, exhale. He clenches his hands, knuckles shaking, half moons left in his palms.

Hobie punches in the correct coordinates, the bright orange glow of the portal, is a stark contrast to his inner turmoil.

Entering inside, chaos greets him, spider people swing after two anomalies, leaving webs and purple streaks in the night sky. Debris falls, when one of the anomalies shoots something from his palms. Hobie decides to go after this one.

He has the element of surprise, flanking the villain, giving him a swift kick to the face; the force of it shatters his metallic mask, he falls on top of a roof with a thud.

Hobie drops gracefully near him. The eyes of his mask widen at the villain's exposed features. His own face stares at him, scowling in pain.

"You fuck" alternate Hobie cusses at him through gritted teeth, he coughs, crimson staining his lips.

"What the fuck" Hobie yells at the oncoming Miguel.

Miguel lands, his red cape retracting back to his suit, he stalks towards the lookalikes, striding like a predator towards his prey.

"He's the prowler of Earth-616, the Hobie of their universe"

"You're fucking kidding me" they simultaneously say.

Miguel tosses a device, locking alternative Hobie in its red glow.

"Why are there so many of you fucks?!" Alt Hobie grumbles, trying to sit back up.

Suddenly the other anomaly lands harshly on the roof, pounding the ground sending shockwaves, Miguel buries his claws on the ground, Hobie braces himself. Gwen and other spider people land, surrounding the two anomalies.

"Hobie!" You scream out, seeing him injured on the ground.

Hobie's heart crumbles, he never thought he'll hear that voice again, he tried and failed to recreate your voice in his head numerous times. But now you're here alive and well, running towards him.

Or so he thought, he follows your familiar form, shielding the other Hobie from him.

His mind goes back to that terrible day.

Hobie clutches his bloodied side, his knees give out from the numerous injuries. Your familiar sneakers run up to him, when did you get here? Why are you here?

You crouch in front of him, cradling his face, you're moving your lips, but he can't hear your voice through the ringing in his ears. You're covered in soot, eyes wild, trying to stop his bleeding.

Your touch leaves goosebumps on his skin, hands dripping in crimson. You say something again, but he still can't hear you. You give him a pained smile, pecking his forehead through his mask.

You look behind you, yelling out, but you stand up, bravely facing danger, you raise your arms on your sides, shielding him with your own body.

"No!"

He snaps back to reality when he feels a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"You okay?" Gwen whispers.

"Yeah" Hobie's eyes never leave you.

"Stay the fuck away!" Your words dripping in venom, he never heard you yell like that. His eyes water at the thought that you might've sounded like this on that fateful encounter.

Without thinking he takes off his mask, your eyes widen, stuttering with your words. You look back to your Hobie, checking to see if you've got the right guy, he shrugs nonchalantly.

"What–" you get webbed up by Miguel, your head hits the hard concrete, causing both Hobies to jump in your defense.

"Hey!" They both yell out.

You struggle in his hold.

"Enough! We'll stop, yeah?" Alt Hobie's hands try to grasp your wiggling form through the confines of the device, but it's futile, so he screams louder "You've got us already! Let. Them. Go" he punches the device, trying to reach out to you.

"Hobie, it hurts" you look at your Hobie through the bright red lights.

Hobie, without thinking, grabs your head in his hands, cradling it. "I've got you"

You look back at him, confused.

His mind betrays him again, bringing him back to that day.

"I've got you" He cradles your limp body, chest unmoving, he's too late, the light in your eyes is gone, he presses his temple on your forehead head, searching for any sign of life. "I've got you, I'm here"

"Why do you even care?" You look up at him, to you he's the enemy, he understands, but for a second there he thought you were his. "Who are you?"

"Hobie, move" Miguel stands before him, the device in his hand.

Hobie takes one last look at you, he reluctantly puts you down, so Miguel could throw the device at you, finally releasing you from his webs.

"Prepare the anomalies for transport" Miguel commands the waiting spider-people.

Gwen pats Hobie's shoulder, knowing his affection towards you.

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Hobie walks towards where the anomalies are held, hoping to see a glimpse of you. You sit back to back to your Hobie, separated by the red light, trying to find comfort.

"Told you we shouldn't have entered that weird portal" you scold prowler Hobie.

"Yeah, yeah, remind me not to enter any weird portals from now on"

You laugh, wincing when you strain yourself.

Hobie stops in his tracks when he hears you laugh, he dreams of that same laugh gracing his senses again, now that he's heard it in the waking world, Hobie has no idea how to react to it.

"What is it with your weird fascination with me?" He finds you leaning against the device, staring directly at him, the other Hobie nursing his wounds, listening to the conversation.

Hobie walks towards you, keeping his eyes trained to your form, memorizing every detail of your face. You look the same, he reminds himself that you're not his y/n.

"Well?" You cross your arms on your chest.

"I had someone like you in my universe, sorry for staring" Hobie starts to walk away.

"Wait! What do you mean, had?"

"You even glare at me the same way" He softly says.

"Oh" you piece it all together, you know he's not your Hobie but your heart breaks for him. Hobie thanks you internally for not making him explain, you're good like that.

"Can you- do you want to talk about it?" You crouch down, sneaking a quick look behind your Hobie, he stares back at you, imagining if it happened to him, he has no idea how this version of him is coping, because he wouldn't be able to. "Can't believe you love me in every universe" you look back at the spider Hobie, trying to lighten the mood.

"In every life too, if it's possible" he whispers, with the whir of the device you didn't hear him say it. But your heart shatters with how defeated he looks.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I'm being insensitive, I'm sorry"

"Don't apologize it's not your fault" it's mine he wanted to add, but he didn't want to make you sad, even if it's a different version of you.

You read his face, he's like your own Hobie, holding in a lot of unsaid words. You hesitate for a bit "whatever happened, it's not your fault"

"You were dead, I saw you die, and yet you're standing right in front of me" He has no idea what words to express himself, the pain he's experiencing. "I love you, weird, right? it's bloody confusing" Hobie laughs at the joke life threw at him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't- I'm sorry" you breathe out. "I have no idea of the pain you have in your heart, I'm sorry I really am, but I'm not them,"

"How do you make it go away?" He asks, voice small, he imagines he's talking to you, his version.

"It doesn't completely go away, you learn to live with what's left of that pain" you hold out your palm at him, "but it helps knowing you're not alone" Hobie's mind flickers to the faces of his friends, he brings his hand on top of your palm, the warmth of the machine acts as a surrogate to your warmth, reminding him that at least a version of him still have you in their life. Even though you aren't in his.

"It'll always be you" he looks into your eyes, a slightly different shade than he's used to.

"They know that" you smile at him apologetically. Your Hobie watches the interaction, he feels for the spidey version of him.

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The spider bot brings you both on the go home machine, you're helping your Hobie stand up, his arm over your shoulder, you tap his chest.

"You still with me?"

He chuckles softly "always"

You look at the other Hobie, staring at you with solemn eyes.

"I hope you find the peace you're looking for" you give him a genuine smile, the same one you used to give him back home.

Peace? How would he find that? Knowing that his job got you killed. Maybe just maybe he actually finds it, but not in this line of work.

What if you're still alive in your dimension because your Hobie isn't exactly a hero? Allowing him to focus more on protecting you, rather than strangers.

He watches as you and the other Hobie get sent back home.

He opens a portal back to his dimension, bones weary. Hobie steps inside, dropping him off in a random alley.

Breathing out, hands shaking, he remembers you, if it weren't for him being Spiderman, you would still be alive, existing in his universe.

"It's my fault" he tears off his suit from his body, leaving him in his shirt, Hobie angrily takes off his mask, he balls it all up, tossing it in the trash.

He wipes at a stray tear, "I'm sorry I couldn't save you"

Hobie walks away, feet heavy, trying to remember what you said to him before you left his world.

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