đșđđđđđđđ âââ itâs stackâs first real fatherâs day and heâs been waiting to spend it with you and his lil man. just like old times. he told you a week ago his momma was throwin a cookout back home in mississippi, a special day for all the fathers in his family. he even cleaned up his act a lil bit, tryna show he still that man you fell for. instead of showing up with just his son, you bring your new niggaâŠon his day. you knew better, and now he gotta remind you. remind both yâall.
ê° babydaddy elias âstackâ moore x black!fem reader. established relationship, second chance. strong use of profanity, lots of n-word usage, drama, jealous!stack, toxic arguments, emotional tension, hurt feelings, possessive!stack, threats made, violence, reminiscence, sexual content, sexual tension, angry sex, degradation, rough sex, dirty talk, oral sex, creampie, light breeding kink, overstimulation and lots of other things so scroll now if you donât want to read about people fucking. ê±
the ride from atlanta to mississippi was long, too long for how quiet the car had gotten. even with the air conditioner running, the air felt heavy. your baby boy was asleep in the backseat, pacifier slack in his mouth, and his black curls stuck to his forehead from the heat. you had one hand on the steering wheel, fingers tapping in a rhythm to calm your nerves.
the road stretched on forever in front of you, with the GPS voice muted after the fifth "continue straight". your man, dominique sat in the passenger seat mindlessly scrolling through his phone, thumb moving fast like he was tryna distract himself. he had been feeling a type of way since you told him about todayâs plans. you caught the look he gave you ten minutes ago, fake mean mugging you with his whole face turned up. full of questions he ainât bold enough to ask outright.
the tension was cut when he asked, âwhy couldnât we just stay in atlanta?â voice laced with too much attitude. âcouldâve saved us this whole damn trip.â you sighed, you knew this was coming and could feel yourself getting irritated because he already knew the answer. âbecause his momma throwing a fatherâs day cookout. itâs his first one and itâs good for my baby to be round family.â
dominque rolled his eyes while shaking his head. âfamily? tuh. ainât none of them came around since he was born, but now they wanna go all out. throwin cookouts ân shit.â he tried to mutter under his breath, but you still heard him.
you gripped the steering wheel tighter, eyes still focusing on the rode. âthis ainât about you dominque. i told you that before we even left.â out of your peripheral vision you could see him put the phone down and turn his body in the seat to focus in on you. âyou right, itâs not about me.â his voice raised, âbut letâs keep it a buck cause its damn sure ainât just about your son either. you couldâve dropped him off and turned around.â you shot him a look, because now he was doing too much. âdonât start.â
his voice came out sharp, bitter. feeling like he could finally get everything off his chest, like your son wasnât sleep, but he didnât care. the words had been sittin on his tongue too long, and now they were spillin whether you liked it or not. âiâm not starting shitâ, he snapped. âiâm just saying, look how you dressed. that thin ass sundress, hair done up, wearing jewelry i fasho ainât get you.â his lip curled as he looked you up and down, voice dropping low, more insult than question now. âthis all for me or him?â
his fingers tapped against his fake amiri jeans, eyes still on you, waiting for an answer he assumed he knew. you cut your eyes at him. the way he was acting? like he ainât realize who he was talking to. like he forgot you had a whole baby in the backseat. âstop raising your voice like you ainât got no senseâ, you snapped. âmy son is sleep, and iâm not about to keep going back and forth with you over bullshit.â
he tried to open his mouth, to defend himself, but you kept going. âiâm the mother of eliasâ child. iâm gon show up put together regardless. you expect me to pull up lookin like some bag lady in front of his entire family?â the silence was evident after that. you heard him huffing and puffing clearly bothered by what you said.
then came his bitter laugh. he shook his head, staring out the window like he couldnât believe what he was hearin, âyou still call that nigga elias.â he was quiet for good after that, but the disrespect was loud. voice full of resentment and something else yâall both didnât want to admit to.
this was one of those times you were lucky your baby couldnât talk yet. if he did, he would of been running to his daddy about what dominique said and you were trying to get them to have a cordial relationship. unfortunately it wasnât working.
the silence felt suffocating and pushed against your temple like a headache. with dominqueâs resentment weighing heavily on you, each mile seemed to go on forever. you decided to pull over when you noticed a faded green symbol for a gas station up ahead. you flicked the turn signal, âiâm pulling over.â your voice was low, you hated arguing because it always drained you mentally. âtank low and i need a minute.â dominque didnât say nothing, giving you the silent treatment.
you shifted into park, pulled up next to the pump, and released a breath you weren't even aware you were holding. the long drive caused your sundress to stick slightly to the back of your thighs as you climbed out slowly. you went to the rear of your car, swiped your card, and began filling up the tank.
the voice in the back of your head criticized dominque for not getting out to pump your gas. âelias would of did it, argument or notâ, you thought. you shook them thoughts away because it was nothing you could do, yaâll werenât together anymore. you peaked into the back seat, as the gas nozzle stayed where it was at. inside the car, your son was still sleeping peacefully. completely unbothered by the mess unfolding around him. which he got from his daddy, they both could sleep through anything.
you glanced at your reflection in the car window â lips still glossy, no smudge in your makeup, hoops glinting, and your ass looked fat in this sundress. you fixed the placement of some of the bracelets around your wrist, the ones elias got you, by the way. you looked good and thatâs what had him pressed.
from the passenger seat, dominique finally stepped out. stretching like the whole ride wore him out and he wasnât behind the drivers seat once. he leaned against the car, arms folded across his chest, watching you. âyou always gotta make shit harder than it gotta be, donât you?â he mumbled. you didnât even glance at him.
âand you always got somethin to say when you feel like you ainât bein prioritized. ainât nobody tryin to make you feel small, dominque. but today ainât about you.â he sucked his teeth, pushed off the car and came stalking towards you. ânah itâs never about me. itâs always elias this, elias that. like he somebody for real. whole time he couldnât even keep his family together.â
âyou got it dominique.â and it was left at that. you werenât gonna argue in public with a man who couldnât handle you doin right by your child. you just needed to hurry up and get this over with. drop of your son, play cordial, make you a few plates, and leave before elias reminded you why he was the hardest man to walk away from in the first place.
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after another thirty minutes, you finally made it to eliasâ momma house. it took you a minute to find parking since cars was packed in the front of the house and the neighbors. you eased your car into a tight spot across the street from them. âcome onâ, you muttered hopping out the car.
the air smelt like smoke ribs, burnt ends, and sweet bbq sauce â a classic mississippi summer. your baby started to stir as you lifted him gently from his car seat, resting him against your hip. you didnât pay dominque any mind, as you made your way to the back of the house. the moore house was vibrant â music loudly playing, uncles loud off liquor while playing spades, elijah was on the grill, kids ran through the grass barefoot with melting popsicles. eliasâ momma was setting out foil pans on a fold-up table with her hands on her hips.
as you walked closer, your feet became slightly heavier. every step felt loud and all eyes on you, like everybody at the damn cookout paused just to see who the hell you brought with you. relatives of stack approached you, saying their hellos and cooed at your son. all you could do was give them half smiles in return.
because your attention was focused on him, your babydaddy. he hadnât noticed you yet, which was a relief at the moment. lazily leaned back in a folding chair with his legs spread wide and elbows rested on his knees. he looked good, too good. stack had his go-to black durag tied tight around his head, white tank clinging to his muscles, gold chain glinting in the sun, and his grills lightly shined when he smirked at something his cousin said. he was having a good time, sipping on his favorite drink â hennessy in a red cup.
all that shifted when one of his messy ass aunties pointed you out in the crowd. âthere go your baby mama, eli,â she said, smirkin over her plate of ribs. âainât that her right there in that lil pink dress?â he glanced up and just like that, all the playfulness dropped clean off his face.
his shoulders squared up and the relax lean he had in the chair turned into a full sit-up. flexed jaw. eyes narrowed. mean mugging. the moment he clocked the man next to you, his smile vanished, and the gold on his tooth stopped flashing. his eyes moved very slowly, taking you all in, from the bouncing curls on your shoulder to your glossy lips to his little man on your hip.
and the lame ass nigga next to you.
eliasâ lips parted just slightly, but he ainât say nothing. not yet. he just stared.
you felt it, that familiar look he gave you. the one he gave you back when you used to test his patience just to see how far heâd go. heat began to crawl up your neck, not from embarrassment, but knowing you fucked up. he was trying to keep it cute in front of his people, but stack wasnât a level headed nigga. no, that was smoke. smoke was the calmer twin, the one you could reason with. and when he looked over at his brother across the yard and gave him that sharp nod. saying all the words he needed with his eyes ââif something pop off, be readyâ. you already knew what it meant. you and dominique was beyond saving.
you gripped your son tighter, adjusting him on your hip and forced a smile towards eliasâ momma who pulled you into a one-armed hug. âhey babyâ, she greeted. âlook at my grand baby, ainât he getting big?â you nodded, voice light. âyes maâam. growing too fast for my liking.â
she gave dominique a simple âhiâ, but didnât say his name. just looked him up and down real quick, then turned her attention back to the food table like she was tryna keep the peace.
peace was thrown out the window when you showed up with another man. stack was looking at you like you personally betrayed him. he rose slowly, as though tension tightened every bone in his body. the red cup hung loose in his fingers, but his whole frame said anything but relaxed.
one of his cousins who already peeped game, leaned over to try and stop him. âaye stack, chill.â but he wasnât hearing none of that. nobody understood how he was feeling, that was his woman at the end of the day.
not just some random bitch he used to mess with. you were his, his headache, his soft spot, his unfinished business. and he would do anything to get his family back. he was already walking toward yâall, straight through the crowd, eyes locked on you. nothing about his body language gave soft or calm.
he made his way across the yard, cutting through chairs and coolers like the crowd wasnât even there. like his whole family wasnât lowkey staring, forks frozen mid-air, watching how this was about to play out.
dominque was right next to you, standing tall like he had something to prove. arms crossed over his chest, chin up like he was ready for whatever. stackâs eyes didnât leave yours once. not even when he got close enough for you to smell the henny and versace cologne on him.
when he finally spoke, it was low and grumbled, like he was trying real hard not to raise his voice âthis what we on now?â you didnât answer right away. you couldnât. because in reality, this was a terrible idea. there was a familiar sting in the back of your throat. the one you got whenever stack looked at you like this, like he knew you better than you knew yourself. as if he was waiting on you to say something dumb so he could call your bluff.
you shifted your son on your hip and shaked your head. "letâs not do this here, elias." he licked his bottom lip, head tilted slightly. still looking at you, taking you in like you owed him something. ânah we gon do this right here, in front of everybody.â he turned slightly towards dominique, just enough to size him up. âyou the new nigga?â, stack asked straight up, grill flashing just a little â a crazed smile forming on his face.
dominque puffed his chest out, âyeah iâm with her. problem?â stack laughed, a serious laugh like what he said was funny to him. âyou with her. thatâs cute.â and like a switch he turned back towards you, looking dead in your face, expression wiped of every bit of playfulness. âyou really brought this clown to my mama house? on father's day? with my son?"
your heart sank, because now whatever jealousy you were trying to get him to feel was biting you in the ass. âelias pleaseââ, he snapped cutting you off. âyou knew what you was doing. came all this way looking good and smelling sweet. ân had the nerve this bring this lame ass nigga, like i wasnât gon say something.â
dominque stepped forward a little, trying to come to your defense. âshe not doing shit. you mad emotional because she chose me, nigga get over it.â and had the nerve to laugh in his face. it was silent for a moment, stack had to process the straight bullshit he fixed him mouth to say. he stale faced him, voice oddly calm. ânah, she settlin. you the in-between. the lil nigga holding her bag while she waitin for me to remind her who the fuck she belong to.â
you bit your lip hard, head turned away as you gently patted your babyâs back â trying to soothe him, and yourself. you unfortunately knew what was coming next. dominique stepped towards stack, clearly not used to somebody pushing back. âman, iâm not scared of you. you just mad she donât want your toxic ass no more-â. before he could finish his sentence, stackâs fist came up fast, clean, and cracked him dead in the mouth.
dominique stumbled back hard, hand flying to his lip that was already pouring blood in his hand. stack ainât even flinch. just stood over him, eyes dark, jaw clenched, chest rising slow. âtalk that shit again nigga,â he growled. âi dare you.â you stepped between them fast, voice loud. âalright thatâs enough! both of yall need to stop.â
stackâs eyes flickered towards yours, and his gaze softened. he looked at your son, now whimpering soft against your shoulder and his whole face shifted. the anger inside him subsided at that moment. for a second, it was just you, him, and the baby.
and then, of course dominque had to ruin it. âyou really gon let him disrespect me like that? you gon stand there and let this nigga think he can put hands on me?â you turned your head slowly. looked at him with nothing but exhaustion in your face. âyou shouldnâtâve said shit,â you muttered.
then you looked at stack again. he was still breathing heavy, still tense, but his eyes were on you now. not dominique. just you. âyou comin with me,â he said, voice low, thick in a way that made your knees feel weak. âwaitââ he stepped in close, barely touching you but still taking up all your space. âlet me word it differently for you, bring yo ass inside.â
you looked back at dominque. his lip was busted. and he was scared to even look stackâs way. you couldnât even feel bad. not really. you gently handed your baby over to stackâs mama, and she just took him with a sigh and shake of her head.
with your son safely out your hands, he reached and grabbed your wrist. and you let him, didnât even fight it. he pulled you into his momma house like he paid mortgage himself. the screen door slammed behind yâall, and the second yâall hit the hallway, his hand was on your ass, gripping hard.
âyou out your fuckin mindâ, he snarled against your neck, lips dragging over your skin. âcomin here looking pretty as fuck, smelling good. knowing i ainât touched you in months.â you gasped, moaning softly when he bit your shoulder, rough teeth dragging over the dip of it before he licked the sting away. the grip he had on your hip got even tighter. you could feel how mad he was. his dick was pressed up against your ass, already hard and heavy through his jeans.
he tugged your sundress up, hand palming your panty covered ass like it was his again. âtake yo ass up stairs.â he didnât have to tell you twice, you practically ran up the stairs, flip flops almost sliding off your feet. you hit the top stair and turned to the first room on the left, his old room â your back hit the edge of the bed right as he stepped through the door.
he slammed the door shut with one hand, not bothering to lock it. stack pounced on you, gripping your throat slightly, just enough to make your breath hitch. he kissed you like he was punishing you for making him wait. tongue in your mouth, lips rough, teeth nipping at yours. his golds cold against your lips, his hands greedy, yanking at your dress like he didnât care if it ripped. and he didnât, heâll buy you a new one.
he slowly peeled the straps of your dress down. you were already bare underneath, no bra, your breasts spilling out and brown nipples already hard. stackâs lips never left yours as he pushed the dress to your waist, palms rough against your back, until he finally pulled away to look.
âgod damnâ, he muttered, biting the corner of his lip as his thumb brushed across one peaked nipple. âi ainât seen these titties since you was pregnant. they still mine?â you nodded too fast, chest rising with every breath. his hand came up and slapped your tittie once, not hard, just enough to sting and make your knees buckle a little.
âi said talk, not nod.â âyesâyes, they yours,â you breathed, mouth parted. âalways been.â he let out a low chuckle, âi know.â his lips wrapped around one nipple and sucked hard, before doing the same to the other one. now both coated in saliva, he took his two thumbs to brush over your nipples. rolling and tugging on them, just to feel you squirm, to hear the way your moan cracked when it got to be too much.
âfuck i missed the way you soundâ, he said while inching toward your neck leaving soft kisses. âyou ainât moan like this for that other nigga huh?â, his voice tickled your ear while one hand was still on your nipples.
âno, fuck no,â you gasped, thighs already rubbing together for friction. âbet he ainât even know how to suck on these right.â he latched on again, sucking until your back arched, your body begging.
he slid down to his knees, âlay backâ, he muttered. âlegs up.â you followed quickly. he planted soft kisses on the inside of your thighs. âlook at youâ, knuckles grazing over your panties. âi can already tell this pussy wet.â you let out a low whine, wishing we would do something, âstack please.â
âi know, i know baby.â he let out a low, knowing grin. his fingers hooked into the sides of your panties, yanking them down your trembling thighs with no patience. slow enough to watch the strings of slick cling to them, but fast enough to remind you he wasnât in the mood to be soft.
âfuck, look at this pussyâ, he murmured, eyes locked between your legs like he was witnessing something sacred. âall this mess? you that fuckin wet for me, huh?â your thighs trembled as the cool air hit your soaked folds, and he held the ruined panties up with a smirk, index finger running through the sticky wetness clinging to the lace. âso sticky, baby. you mustâve missed me real bad.â
you whined when his fingers spread you open. clit on full display and wetness spilling out of your slit. the moment he slid his tongue between your folds, you cried. tongue flat, wide, dragging through your folds with no mercy. he sucked on your clit like he was mad at it. you jerked forward, but he grabbed your hips and pulled you back, eating like a man starved, nose buried, tongue fucking you.
âmmm,â he groaned into your pussy, beard soaked. âyou missed this nasty shit, huh?â you could only let out a nod, hands gripping the sheets while your thighs trembled. âmissed me suckin on this clit, fuckin you open with my tongueâŠmakin you cum without even puttin dick in you.â âf-fuck, eliasâoh my god,â you cried out, back arching.
that tongue was still disrespectful. sloppy, greedy, licking from clit to slit and back again like he missed the taste. he pulled you forward, buried his face deeper, eating like he was trying to drown in it. âiâm about to cumâ, you screamed.
he smirked against your pussy, spit and slick dripping down his chin. âthere she go.â your orgasm hit hard, too hard, and he didnât even stop, not while you twitched and cried and begged. when he finally pulled back, you were soaked, thighs sticky, your pussy fluttering around nothing, empty and aching.
he stood, unbuckling his belt with quick hands, pulling his jeans and boxers in one swift motion to free his dick. that familiar fat dick slapped against his stomach, veins thick, tip angry red and leaking. you moaned at the sight. âgimme that dick,â you begged finally, your voice gone, eyes glossy. âeliasâbaby, please, fuck me.â
ânow you remember how to act.â you looked down to see him stroking his dick slow, watching you squirm. âlook at you. laid out like a slut. that nigga ever make you beg like this?â you shook your head no. âdidnât fuckin think so.â
âturn aroundâ, he said voice hoarse. you did, planting your palms on the bed, back arched just the way he liked it. he stood behind you, taking a second just to admire. âshe so pretty,â he muttered under his breath, rough knuckles brushing over the swell of your ass. âdonât make no senseâŠâyou gasped when you felt him drag his tip through your folds, slow and steady, coating himself with your slick.
the low grunt he let out told you just how good it felt. his tip circled your entrance, teasing. âthis my pussy?â he asked, voice a low rasp that scraped down your spine. you nodded your head, trying to push back into him, but he held your hips in place. ânah i need you to say it.â a frustrated, needy whine slipped from your lips. your voice trembled, breath catching in your throat. âyes, eliââ
you couldnât even finish. he slammed into you with no warning, deep and rough, knocking the air straight out your lungs. your mouth dropped open but no sound came out for a second, just the echo of skin slapping skin and the high-pitched moan that followed once you caught your breath.
âsay it again,â he gritted out through clenched teeth, dragging his hips back only to slam forward again. âtell me who this pussy belong to.â ây-you!â you cried out, eyes rolling back as he hit your sweet spot over and over again. âitâs yours elias, itâs yours. i promise.â
your knees were already starting to buckle, the way he gripped the fat of your waist, the stretch of him, it was all too much. your hand reached back instinctively, pushing weakly at his stomach. âeliâslow down,â you whimpered, voice barely a breath. âitâs too much.â
he wasnât hearing none of that. he caught your wrists and twisted them roughly behind your back, pinning them in one strong hand. âyou gon take whatever the fuck i give you.â without breaking rhythm, he lifted one leg up, planting his foot on the edge of the bed. the shift in angle had your spine arching, eyes flying open as the next thrust punched a cry straight from your chest.
he was deeper now, way deeper. dick punching at your g-spot. your face dropped to the mattress, fingers clawing at the sheets. you could barely breathe, and he didnât let up. just kept digging deeper, rough and steady, the grip he had on your hips making sure you stayed right where he needed you.
âyeah,â he rasped, sweat dripping down his temple. âkeep runnin that mouth, now look at you. canât even talk.â broken moans spilled from you uncontrollably. you was sounding like you were possessed by the dick. repeating his name like a broken record. âsound real obedient now, huh?â his voice turned low, mocking, the gold on his tooth flashing with each groan behind you. âlil mouthy ass always actin like you donât remember who you belong to.â
he leaned forward then, chest pressing into your back, lips right by your ear. âyou do now, though, donât you?â you nodded desperately, voice gone, body limp except for the way your thighs trembled from being split open and stuffed full.
you started shaking, vision blurry, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. heat bloomed from your core, spreading through your belly and straight up your spine. your mouth fell open, a soft string of moans tumbling out, breath hitching every time his hips slammed into yours.
your pussy clenched around him on instinct, thighs trembling as you tried to hold yourself up. but you were so close, you could feel it coming. his grip tightened on your waist, pulling you back harder into him. âyou about to cum, baby?â he rasped, breath hot on your spine.
you barely managed a nod, a broken, desperate âyesâ escaped your throat as he drove into you deeper. âthatâs it. cream on my dickâ, he growled. âi feel you mama.â your legs gave out completely, collapsing at the weight of your release. the orgasm that hit you was blinding, hips jerking, thighs twitching, body rocking with wave after wave of pleasure as your cries filled the room. you were sure anyone that came into the house would here you, but you didnât care.
he kept going, fucking you through the aftershocks, letting you ride it all out. âdamn, you soaking my shit.â he then flipped you onto your back like you weighed nothing. your legs fell open, lower half completely soaked and mind in the clouds. his body hovered over yours, his face twisted in that look he always got when he was about to nut, jaw clenched and eyes wild.
he lined up again, quick and calculated. one deep thrust and he was buried inside you, both hands sliding beneath your knees, pushing your legs up to your chest. âlook at me,â he grunted. âeyes on me while i cum in this pussy.â you could barely breathe, let alone think, but you did, eyes locked on him, lips parted, whispering his name.
âtake itâ, he snarled. âtake all this nut. iâm about to put another baby in you. you want that mama?â you nodded your head fast. âi wanna be a momma again,â you sobbed out, voice breathy and broken, thighs trembling where they clung around his waist. âgimme another baby, elias.â your nails clawed at his back, desperate to hold on to something, anything, while your body shook beneath his. âmake me yours again,â you whispered against his lips, eyes glossy, lips swollen. âput one in me so i never forget.â
his strokes got meaner, like he wanted to carve himself into you. like he needed you to feel him even when he wasnât around. his mouth dropped open, head tilted back, gold glinting as he groaned through his teeth, âokay, mama. i got you.â
his rhythm turned ragged, hips stuttering as he buried himself deep one last time. you felt the pulse of him inside you, warm, thick ropes filling you up, spilling out around his dick. you felt the weight of him collapse onto you, chest pressed to yours, his breath ragged and warm against your collarbone. he whispered low, sweet praise into your ear, words only meant for you. he then eased off you slow, dragging himself out like he hated to leave, his body already missing yours.
he didnât go far though. just to the other side of the bed, where he leaned against the headboard, chest rising and falling to catch his breath, and dick still standing at attention. his chain rested crooked on his collarbone, catching the light as he reached over on the nightstand to grab one of his pre-rolled blunts, lighting it with a flick of his lighter.
you were curled into the bed, trying to catch your breath. trembling from overstimulation, thighs slick and warm, breath coming in uneven puffs. but when your eyes met his â dark and hooded, full of lust and love, you felt your heart skip a beat. "cmere," he murmured, voice dragging low and thick, smoke slipping between his lips as he stared you down. âwe not done girl, come ride this dick.â
you blinked, eyes widened, lips parted in disbelief, and body already reacting before your brain could catch up. his legs were spread, one hand resting lazily on his thigh while the other held his pre-roll near his lips. that smug smirk crept up slow as he mockingly patted his thigh, like it was your permanent seat. âiâm nuttin all in that pussy. ainât stopping till im shooting blanksâ
his dick jumped with the promise of more, still thick and hard, despite busting a nut, slick from both of yall juices. he was making it hard to say no. and you didnât have the energy to resist him.
A/N: omg who wrote this?!?);&:& anyways this was my FIRST time writing smut so tell me how i didđ. moral of the story donât bring your new nigga around your baby daddy, unless you wanna get put through the mattress! i proofread this a few times, but if you see any mistakes ignore or youâre anti black LMFAOOOO. i hope yall enjoyed, feedback is welcome <3!!!! (im definitely dropping more bd!stack)
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warnings: 18+, making out, bunch of tonguing and spit, first kiss
you were very curious about it. pierrot's tongue has always been a mystery to you. from the odd color to the unnatural length of said muscle, it always manages to catch your attention whenever pierrot opens his mouth.
you wondered, what does kissing pierrot feel like? french kissing the man would go crazy with a tongue like that.
one day pierrot takes notice of your... intense interest and indulges you in your fantasies.
pierrot held you close to his chest, his face/mask? bloomed a nice red. his eyes half lidded, examining your expressions as his tongue swirled around yours a few times before plunging itself deep inside your throat once more.
your throat contracts at the intrusion, gagging a bit before a small moan escapes you. you tighten your grip on pierrot's clothes, your face is steaming and your lips are tingling from pierrot's nips earlier.
your thighs clench tighter around pierrot's legs, the need for air becoming obvious with the way your nail dug into pierrot's shoulder through his uniform.
while pierrot can go on for a while longer, he knows that you humans need your air and slips his tongue from your mouth with a 'slurp!'. immediately, you gasp for air, lips bruised and bloody while your chin and shirt was soaked in saliva.
you didn't seem to mind, instead you tug him back closer, mouth wide and open, tongue out for another tongue fucking. pierrot instead grins, trailing a nail down your spine.
a tingling sensation crawls down your back.
"my dear, please, take a few moments to catch your breath before we continue."
shaking your head, you pull his clothing once more, panting heavily. pierrot giggles, his tongue emerges from his lips, his large palm covering the back of your head, pulling you to meet him halfway.
your eyes roll to the back of your skull upon feeling pierrot's familiar muscle playing with yours. drool slipping from your chin and dribbling down your chest, your clothes sticking to your sweaty skin.
moaning at the sensation of pierrot's tongue, you don't realize your hips seem to have a mind of their own as they grind down on pierrot's growing bulge.
he hisses at the spike of pleasure on his crotch.
he briefly pulls his tongue from its spot deep in your throat, "my dear, m-may we take this a bit further?" pierrot pants.
without thinking you nod, "please, yes, just continue using that tongue on me." you rushed out before swiftly grabbing pierrot's head and shoving his lips back onto yours.
pierrot's whines, his sharp nails tearing into your clothing.
it's so worth it being curious, you thought.
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Youâre straddling Captain MacTavishâs lap in a dingy room, air thick with the haze of his cigs- cock buried deep in your sopping cunt, stretching you wide as he forces you to bounce on him like a ragdoll on a spring.
Sweat beads on his scarred chest, mixing with the ash he flicks carelessly onto your thighs. His free hand grips the fat of your hip hard enough to leave fingerprints while the other holds his smoke, exhaling plumes right into your face, making you cough and tear up even more.
âKeep ridinâ, ye lazy wee slut,â he growls in that thick Scottish burr, swatting your ass with a sharp crack when your rhythm falters. The sting blooms red as you pout those plump lips, eyes welling with frustrated tears, body aching from the relentless up-and-down.
ââm so tired,â you whine pathetically, voice breaking into a sniffly whimper, thighs trembling as you try to lift yourself again, âmy legs hurt.â
Captain Price lounges nearby, maps forgotten on the table, puffing on his own cigar. The rich, earthy smoke curls around his bearded face as he watches with that stern, appraising gaze, hand fisting his cock lazily.
When your bounces turn to pathetic grinds and you start sniffling louder, all teary and whiny, begging, ââs too much, âm tired, just let me stop for a second,â they both turn.
MacTavishâs hips buck lazily up into you, keeping you impaled. âOnly good lassies get treated like princesses,â he rumbles, pinching your nipple hard, making you yelp.
Price leans forward with a raised brow. âWhatâs she gone and done now?â he asks gruffly, eyes raking over your trembling form in that no nonsense way of his.
âBeinâ a right wee brat- struttinâ around actinâ like she owns the bloody place,â MacTavish yanks you up by the waist, cock slip out with a wet pop, your juices dripping messily down his dick as you gasp and whine at the sudden loss.
âFancy a go with her cunt, Capân? Sheâs all warmed up and weepy for ye.â He doesnât wait for an answer before he passes you off like a shared toy, shoving you into Priceâs waiting lap.
The older man catches you with strong, calloused hands, blowing smoke rings over your heaving tits.
Price grunts, âThatâs enough whinging, love. Be a good girl and take it like youâre told.â
You whimper and clutch at his shoulders, tears clinging to your lashes, âPlease, Captain, âm so tired, my bodyâs gonna give outâŠâ
âNo need to lift a finger, pet,â he mutters, guiding you down onto his cock in one smooth, unyielding thrust, filling you to the brim making your eyes roll back into your head. âJust sit pretty and take whatâs given.â
warnings: rough sex, cum play, size kink, breeding kink, choking, Dom!Lloyd, manhandling, restrained wrists, aftercare if you squint.
The sun hung low over the training courtyard, casting long golden streaks across the polished tiles where Sora and Arin moved in tandem under Lloydâs stern gaze. He moved like a bladeâsharp, controlled, every muscle taut under the thin white gi that clung to his torso, fabric soaked in places with sweat that glinted in the light. His sleeves were pushed back to the elbows, revealing forearms veined and strong, flexing each time he corrected Arinâs stance or deflected Soraâs strikes with effortless precision.
But it was the bandana that did it.
That bright green cloth tied around his brow, dampened with sweat, loose strands of blond hair curling around itâit crowned him, made him look half-warrior, half-god. It wasnât fair. That headband had no right to make him look so fucking dominant and fuckable.
You leaned against the wall with a water bottle in hand, barely pretending to watch the kids. Your eyes were all for him. The way his muscles rolled under his gi when he moved, how his voice dropped when giving a command, the barely leashed authority in every movementâit had your thighs clenching in silence.
Then it happened. He looked at you.
Just a flick of the eyes during a lull in sparring, but the smirk that tugged at his lips said everything. He saw your flushed cheeks. He knew.
Later, the kids were dismissed. And Lloyd stalked over to you the moment the gates closed behind them.
âThought you were being real cute over there,â he murmured as he cornered you against the wall, his breath already warm against your cheek, âstarinâ like that. You think I didnât notice?â
âI wasnâtââ
âYou were,â he cut in, low and dark, pressing you back with his body, hand sliding up to tangle in your hair. âYou were watching me like you were about to drop to your knees right there. Is that what you want, baby? You want your Master?â
The word made your knees buckle, and he caught your thigh, gripping tight. He chuckled, lips brushing your ear.
âUpstairs. Now.â
You barely made it to the bedroom before he shoved you face-first onto the bed, tearing your clothes off with practiced urgency. You gasped at the sudden chill of the air, then moaned when his hands were on youâeverywhereâpalming your breasts, squeezing your hips, dragging you backward until your ass was pressed flush to his already hard dick.
âYou know what this outfit does to you,â you whined, voice muffled against the sheets. âYou know.â
âYeah?â he muttered, tugging the green bandana from his head and twisting it in his hands. âThen maybe I should teach you a fuckinâ lesson for staring.â
He grabbed both your wrists and yanked them behind your back, binding them with the damp bandana, the fabric still warm from his sweat. The knot was tight, secure, pulling your shoulders back, arching your spine.
And then he stripped. You didnât have to see him to feel the weight of his cock as it brushed against your thighâthick, heavy, hard. When he lined up behind you, dragging his length slowly through your folds, it made your back arch even further, your toes curling.
âYouâre dripping,â he hissed. âAll from watching me train. Fuck, thatâs pathetic.â
You whimperedâthen screamed when he thrust in hard and deep, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke that made your whole body seize. He was massiveâstretching you past what felt possible, splitting you open with each thick inch. Your bound wrists twisted behind you, useless against the force of his hips as he began to pound.
âL-Lloydâ!â
âYou take it,â he growled, one hand in your hair, the other pressing between your shoulder blades, forcing you down. âYou take every inch. You like it when I fuck you dumb?â
âY-yes, yesâ! So full, ffuckâ!â
âThatâs right. Can feel it in your guts. Gonna fill you up till I break you.â
His balls slapped against your soaked pussy, each thrust accompanied by loud, wet smacks. Your cunt clenched down, spasming around his cock with every brutal stroke, your body drooling slick onto the sheets.
He reached down and slapped your ass hardâonce, twiceâthen gripped both cheeks and spread you wide, watching himself fuck in and out of you.
âLook at that,â he muttered, voice tight. âYouâre stretched wide open. Bet you can feel me in your fucking womb.â
You could. God, you could. And it was too much. Too thick. Too deep. You were delirious, drooling against the bedspread, sobbing, your walls fluttering around him in desperate spasms.
âYou gonna cum for me, pretty thing? Huh?â
âPleaseâpleaseâ
He pressed a hand around your throat, dragging your head back so you could gasp for airâjust enoughâbefore he fucked harder. Deeper. You screamed, body convulsing, the orgasm ripping through you like lightning.
But he didnât stop.
âGonna cum so deep in this tight little pussy youâll be leaking for days.â
âD-do itâpleaseâplease!â
He growled something incoherent, yanked you up by the bandana at your wrists, and slammed into you one last time, balls tight, cock throbbing.
Then he came.
Hot. Endless. A flood of cum spilling into your womb, thick and warm and so much, it forced a moan from your lips. You could feel itâropes of it, jet after jet painting your insides, coating every inch of your pulsing cunt.
He held there, buried, cock twitching inside you.
You collapsed forward, breath gone, body trembling, still bound. Lloyd leaned over you, lips brushing your ear.
âSuch a good girl,â he whispered. âTook it all. So proud of you.â
Then he pulled out, slowly, and you felt itâhis cum leaking from your sore, gaping hole. He knelt between your thighs and used two fingers to spread you open, watching it drip.
âLook at that mess. Fuck, Iâm gonna need to stuff it back in, huh?â
He didâfingers pushing his spend back into your cunt, slow and indulgent, while you whined beneath him from the overstimulation. His voice dropped soft again, coaxing, praising.
âShh. You did perfect. Just relax now. I got you.â
And he untied the bandana, kissed your wrists, kissed your spine, your shoulder. Gathered you into his arms, still naked and wrecked, and laid you in his lap like you were something precious. Something his.
âNext time you stare like that,â he whispered, lips brushing your temple, âIâm fucking you right in the training yard.â
âPoor Arin and SoraâŠâ You mumbled.
Reblog and like if you liked this :3 this is my second smut dunno i just got inspired watching master lloyd again and i want him sooo bad, such a pure golden boy đ lemme hit dat
Making out with Lloyd. It's awkward, you simply lack the necessary experience, he's just clumsy, and his face is so red that you get slightly worried between careless kisses when you manage to open your eyes for a split second. A scandalous "reunion" in a secluded corner of the monastery, panting and pulling at each other's clothes, desperately trying to fully compensate for the long time of separation, to fit as much love as possible into such a short time as you have allotted yourself, dreading the moment when you will be forced to part again and pretend that nothing has happened
Heyyy how about Jealous Jax x fem reader? It's obvious to everyone but them that they like each other but they refuse to acknowledge it. Until during an adventure, an NPC starts flirting with reader and Jax hates it and finally makes his move? đ please and thank you!
âLove me.â
Ship(s): Jealous!Jax x oblivious!Ballerina!reader
Warning(s): angst, jealousy, fluff, OOC?Jax, bad gummigoo impression
Description: everyone knew you and Jax had feelings for one another except you and Jax! Or maybe you both do.. maybe you guys just need a push?
You saw the glances him and Pomni shared. He saw the glances you and Ragatha shared. Neither of you speaking up about how it made you feel. You sighed into your hands as ragatha softly patted your back. â im sure they are just friends.â She said with a smile, dancing in her fantastically painted lips. Your head flew up and you looked at her, mock confusion. âWhat? Iâm not upset about the clown and rabbit, im upset because I canât get this move down!â You said, standing up and being your tip toe into the side of your knee, trying to spin.
You fell to the floor and ragatha laughed, genuinely. She laughed at you for about a good 45 seconds before she rubbed her eye from tears forming and attempted to help you up. You looked at her and your brow twitched in irritation before you got an idea. As she grabbed your hand, you pulled her down. Instead of landing beside you, she landed on top of you. Her hands above your head with her knee between your legs.
Both your face went ablaze and upon hearing a sarcastic cough and the thumping of a rabbits foot, you both got up and went to opposite sides before Caine had magically appeared, his enthusiasm creating a nice distraction for you. But Jax wouldnât forget this. Caine filled you all in on your adventure, some enjoying, others disappointed. You didnât particularly hate it but Caine wanted you all to perform for him. In your own bands at that. So youâd be working with NPCâs. Great.
After an hour or two, everyoneâs groups had been sorted through. You had gummigoo and two other band mates. You were the singer, gummi was the lead guitarist, the second npc played drums, while the third played the bass. You sat there on the steps, humming a tune, âfalling downâ by Lil Peep and X. Atleast who you believed it was by..
Gummigoo had came and sat beside you, leaving the other two to practice. Even though they really didnât need it. They were programmed to know everything alright. âGâday, mate,â he said as he tipped his hat to you. You giggled before saying âhello,â he looked at the stage above you guys. âAre ye worried, lass?â You looked at him and shook your head. âNo.. I just.. im better at dancing then singing. I mean.. all I remember is my steps, not my voice.â Gummi looked at you and nodded, letting you have the floor. âWhat is this world, Gummi?â His looked over at you and his eyes softened. âI donât know, lass.â He answered honestly, his arm wrapped around your waist and resting right there.
Jax had went looking for you. Not to talk to you or anything but just to see you. Once he finally seen the bright pink tutu and the clasped bun on you, he knew it was you. As he stepped closer from behind the curtain, he saw you. Truly saw you. You were gorgeous. The bright lights making you look truly in your element but then his eyes caught a glimpse of green. Then yellow and his heart sank.
There you were. The love of HIS life, snuggled up with a hunk of computer code. He seethed silently, his jaw tightening as he watched the blob come in close and watch as you guys talk about something he canât quite comprehend, then his saw gummiâs arm around your waist. He bit his lip and turned, his thumps of walking heavy and bitter. You turned your head and caught a sight of purple bunny tail. You instantly got up and ran after him. How much taller frame allowing him to be faster than you.
âLove me.â He mumbled as he slowed. You had just caught up to him and breathed a heavy sigh. âWhat?â âWhy wonât you come to me for love? Love. Me.â He said, before turning around, scaring you to a slip. You fell straight on your ass as you looked up at the beanstalk of a bunny. âWhy canât you see im the one for you?â You thickly swallowed, watching Jax break tears coming to his eyes, his eyes looking anywhere but you. âI know im not the best but i know im not the worst. Right?â He mumbled, looking at you finally.
Your eyes softened and you sat up. You gestured him down and grabbed his ears, tugging them softly, allowing your lips to connect. His tongue gently licked your upper lip, asking for permission. You allowed, and your tongues fought slick and nasty. So fucking nasty. As you both broke, he looked at you, his face hot and wet as a string of saliva connected you both. âYouâre the best.â You stated, before giving him a hug.
âSo you donât want gummigoo?â You laughed, snorting bit as you did. âOf course not, dummy!â Jax scratched the back of his ear, thinking he was pretty stupid for thinking that. âOh,â he let out before he looked down at you, once he went back to his full height. âShall we continue?â He asked and you just smiled and nodded, bringing your smaller hand into his much larger cartoonish one. He brought you back to the stage, where he believed you truly belonged. He then went back to his stage, finding gangle and her notebook. She was smiling deviously, before whispering âmy shipppp.â She then ran off, muttering about her new OTP and how funny bunny was out the picture.
Thatâs how you two ended up being interrogated by Ragatha and congratulated by Pomni and Zooble. But it was no surprise to anyone, really. It was obvious you two were rooted and they all believed it was beautiful. Maybe, just maybe you two had found each other again.
Warning(s): fluff, mentions of pregnant!reader, aged up timeline, made up clan
Description: After Aoânungâs mother passes, you and Aoânung decides to become parents to his baby sister. (Idea by @motorsp0rt)
âAh!â You yelled as you fell off your ilu for the third time, crashing onto the soft, wet sand beneath you. Aoânung huffed at you and swiftly, yet gracefully moved off his ilu. He offered his hand to you, pulling you straight to your feet. âYou have to bond with the creature, make him understand you are a team, alright?â His eyes softened at you as he watched you pat the dirt off your grayish-blue skin. âOkay..â you whispered before setting your sights back on the ilu.
At your hesitation, Aoânung looked at you with a questioning face. He soon realized and smiled at you, âyour scared, arenât you?â Upon hearing that, you swiftly looked at him. âWhat? Of course not!.. i just.. ahem, need a second.â You said with a whisper of the last part. He just shook his head before grabbing your hand and leading you to the ilu. His hands snaked around your waist and gently lifted you onto the ilu. He came in close, enough to were, you could feel his breath, tickling your ear. âFeel safe, Ma Niâalu?â
Your face became equivalent to a tomato right at that moment and you just shook your head in agreement. He chuckled at your state before grabbing your head, he gently leaded it to the creatures âqueueâ and whispered, ânow use your other hand..â he mumbled, grabbing your other hand and bringing it to your queue ânow, connect.â You nodded and quickly did as he said, resulting in a success of you pairing with the Ilu, beginning to ride off.
âHey! Wait on me!â He exclaimed, a smile on his handsome face as he ran and jumped on his own ilu. He began to chase your ilu, the sound of laughter, playfulness, and flirting in the air, lingering.
A few years passed, and you guys were both eighteen years old. You both had feelings for each other which was obvious, youâve loved each other since you were kids. You just couldnât find the right moment to express it to each other. Rotxo. That was the boys name. He had asked you out the other day. You two had a beautiful date but you werenât fully into it. First, he took you for a walk over the shore, then he took you out for some fruits and fish, finally he took you to the water, you guys swimming in harmony for what felt like forever. It was perfect, except.. Aoânung had not left your mind.
âAoânung!â You yelled as you finally caught a glimpse of him, heading to his Tulkun. It had been distant between you two ever since he found out about your date. Had he not been dating the girl from the Omatikaya clan? Um, Kiri, wasnât it? âPhew, nungie, i thought Iâd never catch up to you,â you exhale then look up at his back. He had never turned to look at you. âShouldnât you be with Rotxo?â He said, blankly, plainly. You were kind of taken back but you quickly chose your words. âWhat? No! Weâre just friends.â âFriends donât go on dates, Niâalu.â He countered. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
âDid i do something wrong?â He just shook his head and rubbed his Tulkans head. âJust go.â He whispered before sinking underneath the water and disappearing faster than youâd like to believe. You sat there. Alone and distressed, your scent souring as your heart crumbled. âWhat did i do?â You whispered then looked up at his Tulkan, coming over to you and nudging your side. You quickly patted the creature and rubbed your tearing eyes. Soon, you bid the sea animal goodbye and went back to the village.
Something brought you to his marui. Something magnetic and daggering. You tried to sleep it off but it left a heavy feeling on your heart, telling you to get up and go. You stood in front of his front door, hesitant to knock. Your wrist swished before you could stop it though and you knocked. One, two, three times. For a moment, it felt like all time stopped. Like youâd be standing there forever. Soon, your ear twitched with the sound of shuffling from feet. As the door swung open, you were met with a pair of aquatic eyes, looking directly into yours, making you cower a little bit but staying, nonetheless.
âMa Niâalu, itâs..â his head leaned back into the marui and looked at the clock, he had got from Jakeâs friends lab. â4:00 in the morning.â You rushed in past him and sat directly on your spot in his bed. Whenever you guys wouldnât have sleep overs, this was your designated spot. No one could get right there, not even him. âI know, i know but earlier kept eating at me. And i wanna know what i did wrong? It was just so-â By then, Aoânung had walked over to you and sat beside you, joining one of his hands with yours. âNiâalu.â He stated, cutting off your rant. âI was just in a bad mood. It had nothing to do with you. I took it out on the wrong person. Iâm sorry, alright?â He was lying. Dead to your face.
You scrunched your face up. âWhy are you lying, Nungie?â The pet name rolling off your tongue like silk. He looked at you and seen just how much you cared to know what was going on. He sighed and turned forward at you, taking his hands into yours fully. He swallowed, thickly before he began to stutter. âN-Niâalu, Iâve known you since we were 6. I always thought, one day youâd be my queen.â Your eyes visibly widened at that and your tail swooshed at the thought. âYou were, beautiful, bash, and weâre not afraid to try something new or defy your parents. It made me admire you soo much. I wanted to wait, just abit longer to get myself together before courting you but i see I wasnât the only one, wanting you.â He whispered, his eyes glancing downward. He then looked back up at you. âI love you and I wanna be yours. I donât wanna see you with Rotxo. It eats me alive inside. Youâre Ma Niâalu.â He said before getting closer to you, hovering over your laying form now. âI see you.â
You guys have now been mated together as of one full year. The Metkayina people were at war with the âsky people.â You begged your village to help but they just did not see a reason to kill their own for a species they did not have any ties with. So, you ran. You ran off to help the ones you love. Even if that meant not coming home yourself. After the war, Rotxo and Ronal were dead, you believed they were reunited with Neteyam.
Pril had been born. No one had been equipped to take care of the child. Tonowari had no clue what he was doing, Ronal took care of Aoânung and Tsireya, he had never lifted a finger. He had always been too busy, leading their clan. Neytiri had told the promise she had given to Ronal but confessed, she had no idea how to take care of an Metakayina baby. Aoânung did, you bet. Thatâs when the idea came to you.
âAoânung?â You whispered that night as you were draped over his heavy frame, his arms swung around your back and hip. âHm?â His sleepy voice came out, answering. âWe should adopt Pril.â His eyes flew open and his hand tightened around your waist. âYawne, are you sure? I mean- weâre only nineteen and we donât exactly know how to be parents.â You looked up at him and smiled. âI know but does anyone, really? I mean sheâll be our first born.â He sighed and let out a small crooked smile. âOkay. Letâs adopt Pril.â You lifted your head, your braids falling to your shoulder before leaning down and kissing his lips. âThank you baby,â you whispered between pecks.
The next day followed and you told Neytiri and Tonowari of your guysâs plan. âAre you sure? Having a baby is a big responsibility.â Tonowariâs deep and heavy voice rung out in the marui, him and his late wife shared. Neytiri looked over at Tonowari, confusion written on her face. âAre you really thinking of allowing this, skxawng? Theyâre just children, themselves!â He sighed and looked at you two. His eyes bored into you both before he quietly said, âI donât know why but I think Eywa is telling me that they are the right decision for Pril.â Neytiri closed her mouth. She could not argue with anything against Eywa. If thatâs what was right, they shall see.
Pril was crying, loudly. It had to have been about 2 in the morning. It had been about 3 months since you guys adopted her. Those months have been filled with ups and downs. Pril wouldnât stop, not tonight. Usually after the first three or four hours, sheâd settle and sleep. But not tonight. Tonight? She was a tornado. Nothing you or Aoânung did could stop her. She wouldnât take a bottle, fruit, wouldnât respond to being rocked nor would you guysâs scent calm her. She was just explosive. You gulped and looked over at Aoânung. âDo you think bringing her out to the water, will help?â He looked at you, like you had said something truly crazy.
So thatâs how you three were sitting out on the sand, letting the water rush over yall. The waves were calming, quietly washing over the tired baby. Her eyes silently began to close as well as her mouth. She was falling in deep sleep. Aoânung looked at you, asking âhow did you know the water was the way to go?â You looked at him and thought about it before answering. âI didnât.â Then you looked down at the beautiful Pril in your eyes. âI just.. itâs just felt right..â you whispered before kissing prilâs forehead.
Aoânung and you had stayed out there for about 3 more hours l before he looked over at you. His eyes softened as seeing his two girls, looking as beautiful as ever. âMy girls.â He whispered, catching your attention. Your ear flicking at the noise. âYouâre a wonderful mother, Ma Niâalu.â You blushed and nodded, feeling abit flustered at the compliment. âYouâre a wonderful father, Ma Aoânung.â He leaned his head on yours, his hand coming up to rest on you and Pril. You guys just sat there in peace as you watched the sun begin to come up. Shining on your new little family. âïž
Warning(s): smut, angst, infidelity, marking, scents, possessiveness, breeding, and mentions of pregnant!reader
Part 2 of âMy Best Friends Brotherâ
The sun shined through the marui and you shifted, gently from the light boring onto you. You sat up and looked to your left, drowsily. Your hair was disheveled and your body was sore especially your lower half. Neteyam slept peacefully, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
Your blush crept up to your face, recalling last nights events. You quietly and quickly began to pick up your articles of clothing and began to get ready for the day, leaving Neteyam in your bed.
Once you finished getting ready, you felt clean from the waters of eywa and the new loincloth. As you were getting ready to wake up Neteyam, there was a hefty knock at your door. You eyes immediately shot up and your tail went low, frightened. You donât want anyone to see you like this, especially not with Neteyam. You gently but hurriedly shook Neteyam, not giving him much of an explanation before pushing him into the other part of your marui.
As the door creaked open, you looked out, there was Loâak. âah- good morning, lulu,â he greeted, the nickname slipping off his tongue like some sort of treat. âup for some ikran racing, since you have your own, now?â you snorted a laugh and added âoh, yeah, the ikran that crashed into a mountain, no thank you.â before attempting to close the door. Loâak put his arm through and stopped you just in time. âListen, Niâalu, im so sorry about-â and thatâs when you felt a presence behind you. Large, hot, and restless.
Youâll never forget how Loâak looked at you. He looked at you as if you had tore his whole world apart. His brother, his perfect brother, with his .. his best friend. He hurriedly turned around and walked away, his shoulders down in defeat and his fists clenched at his sides. how stupid was he to think, maybe just one person would choose him? so stupid.
You turned around and pushed Neteyam back, closing the door to your marui behind you. âWhat the hell, Neteyam? What was that!â You exclaimed, your tail thumping the floor in agitation. There was no need for him to expose himself, neither of you at that. âWhat? All I did was show the little twerp you were spoken for.â He said, before straightening up to his height, standing over you. His eyes scanned down your frame. A smirk dancing on his lips at the new beaded top, after he had tore your old one off you the night before. âWeâre mates, remember? Youâre mine, now.â Whispering the last part to you before walking past you and out of the marui, his steps heavy and vanishing quickly.
The shift in you and Loâakâs friendship was evident. He stopped showing up to your home in early morning, he stopped inviting you to hangout with him, he even stopped asking you for help at the one thing you two enjoyed, Ikran tipping. It was like buffalo tipping but with Ikran. This left you with a lonely feeling and even made you want to run. Run away from this life, go back to your home with all of your people who need you. It was selfish of you to stay this long anyway. You were 22 years old, still acting as if you do not have a responsibility, waiting on you. It is your birth right, and you have to fulfill it before there is no more to have a right to.
You walked through the Omatikaya village and seen the looks people gave you. You could only imagine how they thought of you, how they felt about you now, and how so disappointed they all must be. You were supposed to be Loâaks. Thatâs what everyone believed especially.. Neytiri.
You hadnât even thought about her. How would she feel? What would she think of you? Many questions filled your headspace and you shook them off, just trying to focus on heading to Loâaks marui. The Omatikaya peoples watched you in hushed whispers and some loud, barbarian like about how much of a slut you were for leading on two brothers for all this time but you couldnât bring yourself to assure anyone that, that was not your intention because in a way, no matter what you say, thatâs exactly what you did.
âWhyâd you have to have her? You couldnât just find another Ezxrin woman?!â Loâak yelled, connecting a punch to an angry looking Neteyam. Neteyamâs head went backwards but he quickly bounced back. Neteyam roaring as he threw a punch to Loâaks gut, bringing him down a whole lot faster. As they wrestled on the ground, Neteyam was able to get Loâak in a headlock. Neteyam brought his lips to Loâaks ear and whispered, âno womans moans compare to hers.â Loâak beared his teeth and began to struggle more, attempting to grab Neteyam face. âDeep i-in my heart, i hate you, Neteyam.â His voice sounded so genuine, Neteyam subconsciously softened the lock, allowing Loâak to overpower him and begin to punch straight at his face.
By the time, you had made it there, Loâak was bandaging himself up while a rather bloodied Neteyam limped himself up and on Loâaks bed, rubbing a wet leaf over his scarred body. You immediately ran to Neteyam, beginning to take over and help him clean himself up. âNeteyam! What happened, talk to me.â You said, immediately, not even severing a glance to Loâak. Loâak looked at you and closed his eyes, feeling tears but not allowing them to show. He just turned back around and continued what he was doing. Neteyam noticed though, which gave him enough satisfaction to smirk. âIâm okay, Hona. Are you and the baby okay?â He slipped out. At hearing that, Loâak shot up and stormed out, not even caring to hear the rest.
âBaby? What baby, Neteyam?â You asked as Neteyam just lifted your chin and kissed you. âNothing. Abit of delusion i guess.â He said before placing his forehead to yours. you stayed there for a moment, just sitting. Listening to the rustle of the trees, the chatter of people outside and the quiet window brushing against Loâaks marui. You looked at him, a bit skeptical, before you brushed it off and began to finish attending to his wounds.
His scent was all over you, like a type of woodsy maple. You were sure everyone could smell it as you walked back to your marui. There were eyes glued to you. You were sure youâd die right then and there. Until you bumped straight into a very plump chest. You looked up to only be met with a pair of striking eyes. Neytiri. âNiâalu? A word, please.â She said with such a monotone tone, you didnât know what to think. Your heart raced in your chest as you followed her to her marui. Once, you arrived, there was Jake. Jake Sully. You had never been too close with him, he was always thinking of ways to win wars and acting on ideas, you never caught the chance to know him more than as âNeytiris husband.â
She sat you in the living room and brought in some tea, some real herbal tea, that heals you from the inside out. She took in a deep breath as she sat, and drunk her tea, licking the drip off her overly pump lips. Her sun kissed eyes then looked straight at you. She didnât say anything. Not at first. Just stared. Then she asked the question âwhat happened?â You sat there, dumbfounded for a moment. âWhat happened?â You repeated. âYes, my child. What happened at the cliff?â She asked, going into a bit more detail. You made a âohhâ sound before a smile broke along your features, you thought for sure this was about her sons. You quickly explained how you âaccidentallyâ fell and Neteyam saved you, all because you were running from Loâak and werenât watching your step. Neytiri could tell you were lying but she didnât push. She just shook her head and scolded you.
âThat was very dangerous. I donât wanna hear anything else about this happening. Do you understand me?â She asked. She then looked at your face and her eyes softened. She could never be too harsh with you. You were an exact duplicate of your mother. Ash-shaded skin, white hair, and those soft purple eyes. (Description of reader from: @lilacnavi) You had her face shape, her eye shape, almost every single thing except for your markings. You had the markings of your father, a great warrior before his only objective became vengeance. âIâm so glad to have you for my son.â She added, which made your heart shatter. Was this still a form of lying if you donât say anything. âN-ney-â âshhh.â She cut you off. âI know it doesnât seem like it now, but im sure eywa has brought you into his life for that exact purpose. We love you, Niâalu.â Your eyes teared and before you knew it, you were laying on neytiris chest as she hummed a tune, Roxâyal would.
The next few months were quiet.. heavy in a way. There were no fights, no commotion and not one troublesome meddling by some kids. It was weird. You werenât an idiot, you knew Kiri and spider were avoiding you as well. Tuk didnât understand everything yet so she still treated you the same but it was limited. Every time you two got too close or were in a decent conversation, Kiri or Loâak, himself, was pulling her away and leaving you alone with yourself.
You sat in the cave, alone. Loâak hadnât came here since. This used to be yâallâs special place, now it was just something with lost memories. You looked up as tears weld in your eyes. âOh, Eywa, i wish youâd guide me.â You thought to yourself before water pebbles began to slowly roll your cheeks. Neteyam was a constant to you though. Even though, he had a hard time expressing it, he tried to let you know just how much he loved you. He did that through catching you dinner, cleaning your marui, even massaging you. Which ended up in sex, and your queues reunited.
A few hours passed and you gave up hope that he would ever come back. So you sighed and got up, heading inside the cave to gather your fruits you had got just for you two. âThump.â You heard it. That was not an imagination. You turned around, quickly, aiming your knife straight to the intruders neck. Loâak. Your hand went down quickly and you dropped the knife. He just looked at you, his eyes fierce and so damn bright. âWhy?â He muttered to you. Your face contorted into one of confusion. âWhy what?â He fell to his knees in front of you, pulling on your loincloth. âWhy him!â He exclaimed, tears slowly spilling from his yellow orbs. âIt was us. It was supposed to be us!â His words carrying a deep and brutal grunt between each us. All you could do is lower your head in silence, listening to his pitiful thoughts and series of âwhyâsâ. You wanted to apologize but you just didnât understand why you should.
Against your better judgement, you began to apologize. Your words desperate and pathetic. You stood there, letting him sob on your bottom half as you sobbed into the skies of Eywa. Your hands quickly wiped your tears and you tried to compose yourself, even managing to make Loâak stop. âIt just kind of happened.â You started. âHe came over and one thing led to another and we were mated that very moment.â You said, not going into detail to a rather hurt Loâak. Loâak stared at you and he nodded.
You both sat there in silence, heading just outside the cliff, watching up into the sky. âItâs beautiful tonight, isnât it?â You asked. Loâak didnât care too much about the sky, but he did care about you so he looked up. Then looked at your curious face of the sky and he smiled softly, whispering âyeah.. beautiful.â He said as you looked down at him and made direct eye contact. Your eyes softened as well as his as realization dawned upon you. You donât know what possessed you but you began to come in close and Loâak did too. Your lips parted and not even a moment later, you guys were locking lips like a couple of teenagers in a high school musical. âI love you.â He whispered between kisses, low and sultry, sending shivers up your spine.
Loâak held you softly, contrasting from the rough ground beneath you. Your fingers clutched at his back, your nails leaving crescent marks on his skin. You were pathetically looking for something to give you clarity as the heat coiled in your lower abdomen. Your chests were flush against one another as his hips stuttered against the swell of your ass.
Loâaks thrusts were deep, and unforgiving. You could feel his dick in places that only Neteyam should be able to reach. Your mate. That you were cheating on, with his brother. But you couldnât stop and think about that when Loâak grabbed a hold of your hair and pulled you back, making you arch impossibly farther. All you could hear was the squelching and muttering of how âperfectâ your pussy was, how nice, wet, tight it felt.
He kept a heavy fist in your head, as he continued his brutal assault on your pussy. He even laughed abit, saying things like âyou hear my pussy talkinâ to me? yea.. she missed her ârealâ mate.â He leaned over you and pulled you closer, whispering âgonna fill you up with all my babies, how does that sound, yawne?â As you didnât answer, his hips stilled and he pulled out. You let out a loud whimper at the empty feeling, looking up at him with pleading eyes. âYes, yes!â You answered, just wanting him back inside you.
He smirked and positioned his tip back up to your glistening folds. Even smearing his tip on top before pushing inside, slowly, deliberately, stretching your tight hole open with each fat inch he was willing to give you. His lips found your neck and bit into it, hard. Leaving marks upon marks over your neck to your chin. You gasped, arching your back, your hands immediately finding his hair, pulling with an urgency you could quite figure out yet. He began to move, his rhythm slow and teasing. Feeling him slowly drag against your walls. You writhed against him, beginning to move your hips to match his pace, maybe even a little faster.
Your nipples began to brush up against his chest, only making them impossibly harder. âFuck, Loâak, harder,â you murmured to him, your hands falling from his hair to his shoulders. Loâak only responded with a gentle âyes, yawne,â before setting a harsh pace that left you crying out. You screamed, a primal sound, you were sure all of the Omatikaya people could hear from the village not to far from here. His hand shot up to your mouth, amazingly not messing up rhythm. You were unbuckling and fast, you eyes lolled to the back of your head and your legs began to shake, making you lock them around Loâak, digging your heels into his ass, pushing him deeper inside you.
You broke as he hit up against your cervix. You let out a loud moan into his hand as you came. His cock was dripping as your fluids built around your walls and his dick, leaking out slowly. You thought he was gonna pull out but he didnât. He kept going, whispering âbetter than Neteyam, right, lulu? Tell me, please ma lulu.â All you could do was let him ride out his orgasm inside you, feeling rope after rope bump into your womb.
He pulled out and collapsed next to you. His breathing was heavy and rigid. As well as yours, you turned over and looked at him as his queue was heading straight for yours. You were about to get up but it was too late and you didnât really have the strength. You were mated. Again. Your eyes widened as you felt all his nerves connect with yours. You felt what he felt. All of it. The love, the hurt, the yearning. He needed you like he needed the forest. And he hadnât planned to let you go. Especially not to his brother.
Once you were sure he was asleep, you gathered your belongings and got up as fast as your jelly legs could. You put on your beaded top and your loincloth. You looked around before finding your knife on the floor, you tucked it into your hand and took off into the night. You couldnât face the Omatikaya after mating with both sons. They would really look at you different. And you couldnât handle that from Neytiri, especially not her.
Loâak had woken up the next sunrise to find you, gone. He looked around and even patted where you once were to see if he was dreaming still. Upon realizing, he was awake, he looked inside and found your things gone as well as you. He believed you had just went back to the village and sighed, getting himself together and dusting himself off.
Once he made it to the village, he went to his marui and found his brother, sitting on his bed. âWhatâs going on?â Neteyam turned around and picked Loâak up, slamming him against the marui door. âWhere is she?!â He yelled before Jake busted through the door, demanding Neteyam calm down. Neteyam did what was told of him and let go of his little brother, letting him fall to the ground. âWhere is who?â Loâak let out, letting out a little cough before looking up at his father. Jake sighed and pinched his temple. âNiâalu. She is missing.â
Loâaks eyes widened and he got up, fast. He pushed past his brute of a father and ran all the way to your Marui. He bursted through the doors, only to find everything the exact same. There was no signs of forced entry or you even gathering things to take with you. You were just gone. Like as if you were a figment of his imagination. He wouldâve thought that if your clothes and the effect you had on him wasnât so.. there, reminding him of you, every moment of every second.
Where did you go? and why did you leave him, right after he gave himself to you? Why?
There was nothing wrong with appreciating oneâs attributes, right? especially not your best friend since birth, brother.. right? you couldnât help the way his eyes seemed to enchant you or how his lips could tell you the ugliest truths and youâd still be putty in his hands. it was just something so.. sensational about him. it might be the way his lean body moved or how his laugh was strong enough to get even the moodest creatures out of a funk.
Loâak had been your best friend since basically birth. your mother and father had strong connections with the Omatikaya clan due to the fact of Neytiri and your mother Roxâyal being best friends since their youth. as they grew older, they were distanced but still had a strong bond. and that never goes away.
one day, the âEzxrinâ clan came to the Omatikaya. At first, it had been so long, the others did not remember your mother. they steered clear of her and the warriors quickly and quietly brought them to the Oloâeyktan, Jake Sully. âWhat do you want?â Jakeâs gruff and unusually quiet voice trailed. Roxâyal was about to speak but Neytiri was already in front of her face.
The Omatikaya people quickly stood and prepared for any attack but Jakeâs eyes never left neytiri and as he realized she was not being hostile nor was afraid, he waved them down. Your father called one of your people over, the âEzxrinsâ, and you were presented. the beautiful creation of Roxâyal and Metite.
Neytiriâs eyes widened and she looked straight into your mother eyes as she had her own tears. âThis is Niâalu.â was all she said before neytiri ran off and came back holding a very small blue infant. âThis is Loâak.â she said with a soft, genuine smile.
âSo, when was he born?â Your mother drawled off as her and Neytiri had walked through the quiet trees with the soft pitter patter beneath them. âHe was born on.. August # 2156.â your motherâs mouth went agape. âso was she.â your mother added, looking down at a cheeky you. âshe was born at night.â neytiri looked at her own joy , âhe was born in morning.â they then shared careful glances and immediately thought of Eywa. was this.. some kind of fate?
From then on, Loâak and you never left each other sides. there was family dinners, family hangouts, and even moments of just you and him alone. your mothers thought for sure, you guys were destined mates. they pushed you guys together at every chance even saying things about how beautiful their grandkids will be and how much theyâre are gonna spoil them with each clan. Loâak didnât seem disinterested in the idea.. at first until he began to see how youâd uncomfortably shift or how you tried to change subjects so he didnât push. he figured if this was all you wanted, it was good enough for him. so, he stuck to being your best friend.
but things started to change when you hit seventeen, you had started to .. change. drastically. you were growing into your features. mind, body and especially your soul. and Loâak had never met someone so perfect. it was in the way you talked about your interests or the way you flicked your tongue over your bottom lip when trying to get crumbs or how youâd help people even if they didnât deserve it. even if they had ruined everything for you, you still opened up and showed them a glance of kindness. and nothing was hotter to him than that.
you both had turned 22 a couple days ago and were hanging out at the cave you both had stumbled upon at 16. this cave has become your only little sanctuary. you hummed a tune, Roxâyal, used to sing to you, it calmed you and eased the stress in your whole being. Itâs been a couple years since she died, fighting. something she hated to do. the Omatikaya agreed to take you in because your father simply could not after his mate, laid dead in his mind every day. Leading your people with an angry and vengeful heart until you were ready. sometimes you ask neytiri about the conversation was before she died but all she says is âoh Niâalu, you have nothing to worry. just know I will always protect you.â Sheâd say before looking away.
âNeytiri..? please take care of her.â âI will..sister.â âPromise?..â âI promise you, Roxâyal.â
âNiâalu!â You shook your head and looked at Loâak. âAre you ready?â He asked, a little annoyed that you had seemed to be ignoring him. You glanced around your small circle of spider, Kiri, and Tuk. Kiri began to speak before you could and said âdo you really think this is a good idea? I mean what would dad say?â Tuk shook her head and added âI think we should go home.â
Loâak just rolled his eyes and looked at you. âare YOU okay to do this?â he asked, only really caring about your say so. you shook your head âyesâ as spiders beige arm swung around kiri and exclaimed âyeah! donât be such crybabies!â he said before getting up. âYou are only saying that because you can not build connections with such creatures.â Kiri mumbled before looking at you. âEywa, protect her.â she thought before watching you walk off with Loâak on your hip.
So thatâs how you got here, now. standing on the edge of a cliff, an abyss of circling Ikrans and no backup plan. yeah, great. you tried to breath and steady yourself but all you could hear was Loâak in the background yelling strings of âBe Careful,â âDonât do anything I wouldnât do!,â and âThe ones that try to kill you, pick you!â That last one was very unhelpful. You took a shaky breath and before you knew it, your body had moved and you jumped.
you fell for what felt like forever before you finally took the hold of an Ikran. It squealed as you landed on its back and began to try to push your queue with the animal. he whipped and thrashed but you kept a hold. until the creature got so caught up with you, he crashed, straight into the mountain. and you fell.
you screamed and braced for impact, the others watching you from the top of the mountain. Loâak screamed your name, âNiâalu!â As he watched your figure fall closer and closer to the ground before disappearing where he could no longer see. he backed up and looked around as kiri, spider, and Tuk ran up to him asking what had happened. he was still, silent and his lips began to spill something out when he heard a loud ikran sound behind him and the landing. he swept around with a huge grin, âNiâalu I knewââ his mouth fell. It was his brother. His older brother at that, and there you were, holding around his waist as if your life depended on it.
âDonât tell dad,â Loâak exclaimed before Neteyam could even speak. Neteyam was going to, of course he was. a bunch of teenagers were doing something seriously dangerous. they are in their 20s , yet still act as if they were 15. a simple squeeze around his abdomen reminded him that you were there too. you looked at him with those bright purple eyes and that drowsy look, he cringed out of force and quickly pushed you off his Ikran. âyou and your mate,â he spat with so much malice, it could kill a bird, âneed to stop being such dumbasses and try something your actually good at it, like I donât know, maybe hunter and gatherer? .. sheâs obviously the gatherer little bro, I know how weak Omatikaya men think so just clarifying.â Loâak bit his tongue as he brushed the dirt off you and watched his arrogant brother fly away to god knows where. but you? you were somewhere so far away from here. still a bit shaken.
it was later at night now. It was 11:43 pm and you stared up at the skies, wishing upon each star that you could step up and be the woman your tribe needs. your father would not be able to handle this for much longer without declaring an unnecessary war with the sky people again. Your clan originated with over 12,378 thousand âezxrinsâ now only 6,285 thousand. you sucked in a breath, thinking of how many of your peopleâs lives have been lost due to your fathers hateful misguidance.
âKnock! Knock!â
you looked at the door of your marui. thatâs weird, no one usually comes to see you until at least 6:00 AM. usually an over-active Loâak stirring mischief. you carefully got up, easy not to make noise. you grabbed your hand make knife and easily tucked it into your left hand. you opened the door, only to be face to face with your best friends brother, Neteyam. his golden eyes shined in the dark abyss. he watched you as though you were a type of prey and he was the predator.
his broad shoulders pushed through the door and he huffed, his tail angrily waving behind him. you closed the door to your marui, and turned to look at him, his back still facing you. âWhat were you thinking? .. are you a skxawng or what?â His words cut deep but you didnât let it show. âI didnât need your help, I wouldâve been just fine.â you stubbornly replied. next thing you knew, neteyams hand was at your throat, not choking but definitely leaving a sense of power. âDo you understand how much my mother would be disappointed inus over you? how everything about you is life or death? how you are their number one priority? not even their own kids but you.â he said angrily, before pushing you back abit. âIf I wasnât there, who was gonna save you? your mate?â he answered himself with a stupid grin on his face then laughed. he was laughing in your face. of how stupid you are.
once he had finished, he came closer and gently lifted your head. âLet me tell you something, Hona.â you instantly felt your cheeks go ablaze. that name was for mates, and mates only. why would he..? âno one. and I mean no one will love you like me.â he whispered before he dipped down to your now exposed throat and gently grazed his teeth before sinking his fangs into you. you let out a sharp gasp before melting into his strong hold. he held you as if you were the only thing that mattered in this forest. âLet me show you why you should be mine not his.â
suddenly, he was above you as you laid on the bed, fidgeting with taking his loincloth off. he chuckled, watching you struggle. he gently brought your hands to his face. as you both laid there, looking at each other, he broke the eye contact by moving his hands around your beaded top and letting it fall to the ground with a pop to the floor.
his eyes roamed your already naked figure and you were beginning to get abit self conscious because he was still practically fully clothes and here you were, undressed and slick. so very slick. your hands came up slowly and covered your chests but he was quick to pin both your hands above your head. âDid I tell you to cover up, Skanks?â He said, harshly. Tears flooded your eyes but that didnât stop the flow between your legs if anything, it increased it. your body was betraying you.
Neteyam took his other hand and fondled with your left beast, pinching and squeezing the soft flesh. he let in a sharp inhale as his tail wagged with excitement. He then looked at you and brought his lips down; kissing your tears away and occasionally licking. as he did that, his queue was sneaking up behind you and before you knew it, you guys were mates. bounded for life. Your queue and his moved in harmony almost as if they were kissing, intertwining into one another.
the marui was foggy and oh, so hot as the sounds of skin against skin echoed the home. his grunts and your mewls. his heavy balls slapped against your swollen clit as he kept you chanted his name like some kind of savior. âNeteyam! Neteyam! Neteyam!â
your cunt squelched in pure ecstasy as he did everything just right. his hands finding their way to the front of your nerves and his finger rubbed figure eights as he continued to slam into you. all you could do was sit there, and take it. thatâs all, take it and listen. âfuck. he canât fuck you like this, Hona. I promise y-you that.â All you could do was mewl in agreement to every statement. âYouâd look so good carrying my seeds, donât you agree, Hona?â another loud mewl. he chuckled at your fucked out state of mind before pulling out completely.
âFlip over.â He commanded and you did not oblige. you needed a moment, you took a deep breath and next thing you know âSmack!â your back arched before you fell flat. âI said turn, Hona.â You whimpered softly but obliged nevertheless. he smiled and looked at you, âgood girl.â He teased before sliding down your ash skin, leaving kiss trails. ârelax. i just wanna taste you.â Your eyes trailed his as he went under your hood, his tongue peeked out and he sent out 3 experimental laps before sucking on the swollen bundle.
Youâve been dead for 3 years now. you and hobie had met at a local concert and had been friends for a year before you guys began to date. it was electric and so full of love, it was sickening. you found out he was spider man when he had to save you from a wicked man and the voice made you realize. âIsnât this hobie?â the more he talked, the more he gave it away.
You guys were talking one night and you suddenly said âso I thinks itâs cool how my boyfriend is spider-punk,â and he completely spit out his soda and stared at you like a bump on a log. âWhat? mânot spider-punk.â and heâd probably try to downplay the rest of the night but you knew. you always knew.
Soon, he began to open up to you about the spider-verse, the villains, and other spider-people. You appreciated it but it had always confused you of how nobody seemed to question why there were so many different spider-mans and why werenât they all the same person in every universe? Hobie soon explained to you about the boy, Miles Morales. he explained how Miguel wanted to take him out and how he was the reason the Peter Parker of that world was now dead. He explained how Miles was a âglitchâ, âmistakeâ, anything that meant was not supposed to happen.
You didnât believe that. you believed in fate and destiny. Miles had been doing a pretty good job at being Spider-Man so even if Miguel was right and he wasnât supposed to be, he was doing a pretty damn good job.
Hobie loved coming to your home after missions. Heâd be all bruised and scratched and youâd patch him up and whisper sweet things like âplease be more careful,â âI know your tough but im not, so please,â and âyou know I hate to see you like this.â Then youâd make him cookies, the sweet scent of vanilla and a warm cinnamon always was enough for him to eat and fall asleep, holding you.
Hobie would sneak into your home through your window, wincing as he heard the squeaky hinges. heâd make a mental note to fix it later. he walked as your floor boards creaked under his wide feet. he left a trail of clothes all the way till your room until he was just in his boxers. hobie would lay in your bed, watching you in the pajamas he bought for you. The grinch, he believes? Heâd quickly snuggle under you and hold you with his much larger hands, one resting on your stomach as he glides it under your shirt and the other holding your hand.
Hobie didnât talk about you to anyone. not to his friends, his band, his spider friends, no one. not because he was embarrassed or shamed or anything like that. he just couldnât handle if the information about you got out and heâd had put you in harms way.
One fall night, you had been walking to the train station, alone. It was chilly out and you swore you could hear the birds plead to be somewhere warm and safe. you sighed as you waited, watching as your breath became fog and white, shifting in the air. before long, you felt a presence. you quickly whipped your head around only to be met with a harsh force against your face.
You woke up tied up to the top of the roof. your heart pounded and your head reeled. where the fuck were you? from the side of your head, you heard the mischievous laughter of the Green Goblin. your heart raced and you quickly looked around for any source of help.
âY/N L/N, what a pleasure to finally meet you,â he began. You gritted your teeth and didnât say a word to him. you were sure Hobie was about to bust through that door and beat this sickos ass any moment. Norman looked at you and towards the window before his head reeled back towards yours and his nasty looking smile only grew in size.
âWaiting for Spider-punk?â Your eyes widened and you looked at him, angrily. âWhat did you do to him?! I swear..!â He quickly cut you off. âItâs not nice to swear, little girl⊠and besides I havenât done anything to him. you will be.â you made a conflicted face. âWhat is he talking about?â You thought just as Spiderpunk busted through those doors.
they had been fighting for around 15 minutes before Norman jumped over your holding place in the air and cut the rope. you were falling. Green Goblin was making his getaway while you were falling. your eyes teared and you watched as your boyfriend slung off his mask and quickly jumped to save you. you both fell and his web caught you too late. your head had already slammed against the concrete and you were bleeding out. you were gone.
He stood there shocked. His pupils dilated and tears began to stream down his face like a river. He shook with fear, anger, sadness, and most importantly guilt. He fell to his knees infront of you and screamed at the top of his lungs, tears streaming from every which way. He even laid on top of your now cold shallow chest, screaming for help, asking - begging someone to bring his lover back.
That was 3 years ago. now he was only left with the memory and the look of your face that night. He was standing in the HeadQuarters while portals after portals opened up, showing more spider-people than the last. He watched as Miguel stood up in a freight, everyone getting ready to fight as a brand new portal opened up.
Hobieâs interest peaked. âA new spider-man?â He came over to them and watched as you came out. His eyes went wide as he stared at the face of his lover. he physically had to beg himself not to cry as he looked over your figure. everyone else felt awkward, seeing hobie and his supposedly dead girlfriend back together once again.
spider you, stared at him. it felt like you two had met before but thatâs absurd. youâd have remembered such a pretty face. you had walked up to him and was about to introduce yourself when tears began to trail down his face. Frantic and abit confused, spider-you pulled him into a hug. your face in his chest and your hands trying to overcome his lengthy body. âIm sorry, lass, you just.. look like someone I know.. knew.â
As he changed his word choice, spider-you knew that meant his you was .. dead. you swallowed thickly. That thought becoming eminent in your mind. another you is dead. âWhats your name? mines Y/N L/N!â Hobie drew back a smile, still as energetic and authentic as you always were. âHobie Brown.â He answered, biting back a slick âdonât you know?â this wasnât HIS y/n.
Hobie didnât care that the others could see him in such a state nor did he care if he had over shared. you deserved to know. âWhat was I to you?â You asked as you two had began to walk away from the others, not wanting them to pry. âYou were.. my Gwen Stacy.â
A/N: hello guys! First Hobie Brown Fic, hope you enjoyed! Let me know if youâd like a part two and I am still working on dialogue. Iâve never been great at dialogue but I will try harder if you guys let me know you want more talking scenes.
