QHHH YESS INHOO AND FINALLY MY GIRLL MY LOVE KANG SAE BYEOK

AHHHH MY SWEET BABYY THANOSS I SWEAR I LOVE INHO SO MUCHHH IM GOING INSANEE

SQUID GAME REACTIONS — finding you injured after a night of attacking and fighting

CONTAINS — thanos x reader, daeho x reader, myung-gi x reader, namgyu x reader, gi-hun x reader, inho x reader, se-mi x reader, ali x reader

WARNINGS — injuries, mentions of death, the bathroom scene takes place in the women’s bathroom (or still the male depending on your gender), reader implied to be a girl in namgyus, squid game

your group had tried to stay together throughout the night in case something like this would happen, but with the amount of players, it was inevitable that at least one of you would come out of the night with multiple injuries.

you couldn’t tell who, but another player had knocked you to the ground and had busted your lip before you felt a sharp pain on the side of your neck. you put your hand up to it and felt a cold wetness. before your attacker could finish you off, the guards came in, shooting in the air, demanding everyone to stop. when the lights are on you look at your hand that you had used to touch your neck and it was covered in blood, and the person in front of you had a sharp needle like tool in their hand. the guards had patted you all down, taking every weapon everybody had. once the guards had finally left, announcing all the players who died, that’s when they realized. where were you?

KANG DAEHO

you hear your name being called before turning around and seeing daeho running to you, pulling you into a tight hug. his breaths getting cut off, trying to stop himself from crying before he pulls away and looks at you, fully grasping your injuries. the bottom corner of your lip busted in a deep shade of purple. your neck still dripping blood. he reaches his hand up to your face, grazing the injury on your lip before you pull it into your mouth behind your teeth. the pain starting to settle in as you scrunch your eyebrows together in discomfort.

“i’m so sorry.”

tears start slipping out of his eyes as he holds his hand on your neck, moving it and seeing his palm painted red. you open your mouth to speak but he just pulls you to one of the beds and forces you on it, taking his jacket off and holding it against your neck. he’s just stuck staring at the purple painting your lip and you cup his face in your hand, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“don’t cry.”

you wipe the silent streams pouring out of his eyes. he pulls you into a hug, still making sure the jacket doesn’t fall off of your neck. he mumbles something into your back.

“this isn’t right.”

you pull away, holding him by his shoulders.

“what?”

“i should be the one comforting you right now, not the other way around.”

you scoff, sending him a small smile and a playful smack to his chest despite the sting in your neck. you pull your hand up to your neck, right where daehos hand is and hold it, giving it a small squeeze and he smiles at you. he lets go of your neck, letting you hold his jacket there before he cups your face with both hands, placing a kiss to the corner of your lip where it was injured and then placing his head against yours.

“i won’t let you get hurt again, i’ll die before i let that happen.”

you give him a less playful hard smack to his shoulder, causing him to move back from your face and hold onto his shoulder. letting out an ow. you point your finger at him.

“don’t say that stupid shit again. if you die, i die. if you get out of here, i get out of here, okay? promise?”

you pull him back into a hug and he rubs his fingers through your hair. he takes a deep breath.

“okay, i promise.”

HWANG INHO / YOUNGIL / PLAYER 001

the moment he realized you weren’t near him, he found a guard and told them to end this whole thing. if you’d died, he’d never forgive himself. the moment he finds you, he grabs you by your shoulders and strokes his hand through your hair and moves down to glide his hand over your lip.

“are you okay?”

you were going to nod and brush it off but he notices you were holding the side of your neck so he grabs your hand and moves it and upon seeing all of the blood painting your neck, he stares for a few seconds before you put your hand on his shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“who did this?”

“youngil—”

he goes to cut you off to ask the same question but you stop him.

“it hurts.”

he softens his gaze before pulling you into his side and walking with you to the bathroom. upon arriving, he lifts you onto the sink counter before turning the water on. he walks into a stall and grabs a long strip of toilet paper, getting it wet before putting it on your neck, watching your face furrow in pain before you open your mouth.

“thank you.”

“you don’t need to thank me.”

he feels the slightest bit of guilt. knowing he’s not telling you who he really is. he’s in love with you, you could’ve died today, and unlike the actual games, he couldn’t have saved you from death. the bleeding finally stops and he uses a dry strip of toilet paper to dot up the leftover blood before taking your hand and helping you jump down from the sink. he still keeps a hold on your hand before he lets go. you look up at him before pulling him into a hug. saying another thank you into his shoulder. he doesn’t say anything back, trying to disassociate and act like this isn’t happening. he doesn’t want to feel guilty, he doesn’t want to love you, but he can’t help it. he simply just brings his hand up to your back and rubs it, letting out a heavy stressed out breath. god, what was he gonna do about you?

SEONG GI-HUN

he’s yelling your name the whole time and as soon as he catches sight of you he pulls you into a hug, immediately crouching down to be directly at your face level, cupping your face tightly in his hands. afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. the moment he notices your neck, he quickly puts his hand overtop of it before he just looks down at the floor, stifling a sob, whispering something under his breath, but you could hear him.

“i can’t lose you. no, not you too…”

you quickly pull him into a hug and he stands up straight before squeezing you even tighter, face in your jacket, balling his eyes out. for so long he’s kept his emotions under wraps since the first games, but coming so close to losing you, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“you won’t lose me ‘ssangmun-dong’”

he pulls away, looking at you with teary eyes, his face absolutely drenched and he actually lets out a small laugh at that nickname, causing you to smile back. you run your hand through his hair before wiping it across his face and then gripping his arms, glueing them to his sides.

“don’t cry over me, okay? i’m still alive. if i keep looking at you like this, i think i’ll cry.”

he quickly wipes his tears and smiles at you and you laugh, only making his smile wider. he grabs your hand in his, squeezing it tight before pulling it up to his face.

“okay, but—”

he points his finger at you, as if scolding a child.

“don’t leave my side again or i’m sure that i’ll cry even harder than this.”

“deal. unless i have to use the bathroom.”

“no arguments there.”

THANOS / PLAYER 230 / CHOI SU-BONG

you had gone off to the bathroom, and not long after, the speakers start saying player numbers. he was too high out of his mind to connect the dots, but as soon as he sees you walk out of the doors up front all bloody and bruised and everybody yelling and fighting about what happened, he’s immediately running up to you, grabbing you by your shoulders, shaking you.

“who the fuck did this to you?”

you keep your mouth shut. if you’d told him, he’d definitely kill them. he goes to walk away and starts yelling at the other side, but you slap his shoulder, grabbing his wrist and pulling him behind the beds.

“stop. the more you fight, the worse things are going to end up.”

he looks at you, eyes going down to your swollen lip before his face softens. he presses a kiss to it.

“but they can’t—”

you press a hand to his mouth, waiting for his talking behind your palm to stop before you finally remove it and press your palm on your neck. he looks down at your bloody neck, staring for a few seconds before speaking.

“you’re not gonna die, right?”

you scoff.

“no i’m not gonna die yet you big dummy.”

he pulls you into a light hug.

“don’t say yet. you’re not gonna die at all.”

he pulls away and shakes his nails in your face.

“remember, the great thanos will protect you.”

NAMGYU / PLAYER 124

the moment he hears player numbers being called and realizes you were in the bathroom, he immediately stands up and starts messing with his sleeves, worried that one of the numbers called was yours and he just wasn’t listening well enough. as soon as people start flooding into the room bloody and screaming, his eyes dart searching for you before seeing you argue with some girl. her threatening to finish you off and you both throwing insults. he rushes over, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away before then pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. he just stays like that with you for a long while before you have to force him away.

“are you okay?”

he scoffs, looking at your lip and then your neck.

“i should be asking you that.”

“it just hurts. not deadly.”

he bites his lip back before rubbing his hand on the wound on your neck, dabbing the blood with his sleeve.

“you’re too reckless.”

he mumbled that and you just laugh under your breath. he lifts your chin up to look at him.

“next time, you let me do the fighting, okay?”

you give him a look. a look that says ‘no way’ and he can read it easily despite the drugs in his system. he rolls his eyes.

“god, you’re gonna be the reason i die here, not these games.”

you smack his shoulder and he just pulls you into a side hug, patting your back.

MYUNG-GI / PLAYER 333 / MG COIN ★

as soon as he sees you walk out of the doors with everybody and he sees the blood painting your neck, he immediately runs up to you, pushing you over to a wall.

“what the hell happened?”

you open your mouth to respond but stop yourself upon seeing the worry and stress in his face.

“god, are you okay?”

you let out a shaky breath.

“it hurts, a little. i’m more shaken up then anything.”

noticing the tears starting to roll out of your eyes, he pulls you into a hug.

“myungi, i’m scared.”

he pulls away before placing one hand on your shoulder and staring into your eyes.

“i know, but you’ll —”

he cuts himself off.

“we’ll, be okay.”

you start fidgeting with your hands, but he stops you, putting your hands in his.

“okay?”

you nod your head slowly before he pulls you into him again. he’d take this place more seriously. he’d take you guys, your relationship more seriously. he wouldn’t let anything happen to you again.

SE-MI / PLAYER 380

the moment the lights are on and she’s not fighting anybody anymore, she frantically goes looking for you. she knew namgyu hated her, what if he killed you because of her? she couldn’t live with that. so the moment the lights come on and she sees you, she immediately pulls you into her.

“se-mi, are you okay?”

she pulls away.

“i was so scared i’d lost you.”

you take her hand in yours and squeeze it.

“i wouldn’t leave you in this place by yourself, promise.”

she laughs, rubbing the bruise over your lip softly, as if trying to wipe it away.

“you shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep, especially in here.”

you grab her wrist, and she pauses her glides over your lip.

“i’m being serious. as long as you’re here, i have a reason to stay alive.”

she sends a smile your way before she moves her finger up to her lip.

“okay. i’m putting my trust in you.”

she puts a hand on your shoulder, and you give her a reassuring smile before pulling her into a side hug. you were going to get out of here together.

—

ALI ABDUL

he was probably one of, if not the strongest person in that whole place. which is exactly why he was a main target when the fights broke out. you had been behind him but he was practically getting dog piled by people and couldn’t keep you near him. as soon as the lights turned on and the guy that was on top of him surrendered from the sound of gun shots, his head was immediately whipping around the room to look for you, before finally spotting you behind one of the toppled over beds. as soon as the guards finished patting everybody down, he immediately ran over to you, pushing past sangwoo and the moment you saw him you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. the moment he pulls you back and notices your lip he cups your face with both of his hands, staring at you intensely.

“oh my god—baby i’m so sorry—”

his eyes lower down to scan you more and they meet the large gash in your neck. he immediately lets go of you, taking his jacket off and tying it around your neck frantically. trying to keep it tight, but not tight enough to choke you. now it’s your turn to hold his face in your hands, he’s all bruised up as well, but still focused on you.

“look at you ali! you’ve got bruises all over you!”

he pulls you into a hug and holds your head, keeping it against his chest.

“stop. don’t worry about me. please.”

you pull away.

“you can’t just say that ali! that’s not fair! we’re in a game of death and sure, i could’ve died, but that’s not what i’m thinking about, it’s you!”

you press your head against his before speaking.

“baby, you can’t be so selfless. especially in here.”

you move your hand up to his cheek.

“you can worry about me, you can take care of me, but, i get to do the same with you.”

you look him in the eyes now. waiting for his approval. all he can do is stare into them lovingly before realizing you’re waiting for an answer and he bends down to your level, rubbing his hands on both your arms.

“yes, okay. we’ll stick together. i promise you.”

he gives you one of his smiles and within the darkness of this whole situation, he still managed to brighten up the whole room with that smile. squeezing your hand in his and you squeeze back.

I LOVE HOW ITS LIKEE JUST DAILY OR NORMAL LIFE WITH IN-HO LIKEE MWA MWAA CHEFS KISS 👌💛

 Which Boyfriend Calls Back First?

Pairing: Frontman/Hwang In-Ho x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and your friends test your boyfriends' responsiveness with a playful TikTok challenge, and naturally, your devoted boyfriend In-ho is the first to call back.

Warnings: Fluff, Cute!inho, Clingy!Inho, Protective!Inho.

Word count: 1k

You and your four friends—Yuri, May, Chaein, and Hayoung—gather around the dining table, each of you armed with your smartphones. The room buzzes with a mix of excitement and nervous laughter as you all prepare to join the latest TikTok trend: determining which of your boyfriends will respond the fastest to a missed call.

"Okay, ladies, are we ready?" Yuri asks, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Ready!" everyone chimes in unison.

You steal a glance at your friends, feeling the collective anticipation building up. "Alright, on the count of three: one, two, three!" you call out.

You all dial your respective partners simultaneously and then quickly hang up, creating what’s known as a "flash" call. The five of you place your phones back on the table, the screens facing up, and exchange amused and curious glances, eager to see which boyfriend will react first.

May leans back in her chair, crossing her arms with a smirk. "I bet Mark will call me back first. He's always so quick to respond."

Chaein laughs, shaking her head. "Oh please, Sunoo is definitely the fastest. Just wait and see."

You feel a familiar flutter of excitement as you look at your phone, fully confident in In-ho’s attentiveness. "Well, let’s just see about that," you say, grinning.

"Honestly, In-ho will probably call back first because he's so obsessed with Y/N. I mean, I'm surprised he even let her come out tonight," Yuri jokes with a knowing smile. 

It was no exaggeration; you and In-ho were practically inseparable. He despised being apart from you and would become upset if you were away for even a few hours. Heading out tonight to spend time with your friends had been an uphill battle, as he did everything he could to persuade you to stay with him instead. His unwavering devotion and the way he always wanted to be near you were endearing, adding a touch of romance to your relationship that made your bond even stronger.

Within moments, your phone lights up and starts ringing. The screen displays In-ho's name, and your heart does a little flip. You catch the surprised looks from your friends and can't help but laugh.

"Damn, In-ho’s fast!" Hayoung exclaims, genuinely impressed.

You pick up your phone, feeling a surge of warmth. "Hello?" you answer, trying to suppress a giggle.

"Is everything okay?" In-ho’s voice comes through, filled with concern.

"Everything's fine, love. It was just a little game we were playing," you say, your voice softening.

In-ho is renowned for his authoritative role and his emotionally guarded demeanor, but in moments like these, the depth of his love for you becomes undeniably clear. Despite the demands of his position as the Front Man, where he commands control and garners respect from everyone around him, you are the exception to his rigid exterior. Even amidst his busy schedule, he always ensures to carve out time for you, willing to drop anything at a moment's notice just to be by your side.

The room fills with light-hearted groans and chuckles as your friends mock-complain about losing the lighthearted competition. "Looks like Y/N's the winner," Yuri concedes with a playful pout.

You walk into another room, still on the phone with your love. In-ho's concern is palpable, yet there's a gentle humor in his voice as he says, "I could hear those groans and laughs—sounds lively over there."

"It's definitely lively," you reply, a soft laugh escaping. "We're just caught up in a silly game right now. But everything's all good, nothing to worry about."

There’s a brief pause, and you can imagine him thoughtfully staring into the distance, just as he often does.

"Are you having fun?" he asks, his tone lightening.

You smile, "Yeah, it's a lot of fun. We're all really into these goofy challenges."

"Good," In-ho replies, a warm undertone in his voice. "Do you need me to pick up anything from the store before you come back home?"

You think for a moment and then smile. "Actually, could you grab some snacks for later? You know, our usuals."

"Consider it done," he says with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Anything else?"

"No, that should be it. Thanks, love," you say, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness. "Just get yourself home safely."

"I will," he promises. "I miss you."

Your heart swells at his simple admission. "I miss you too," you reply softly. "I'll see you soon."

As you hang up, your thoughts wander to the unique dynamic of your relationship with In-ho. You know that most people would probably find having a clingy, overprotective boyfriend suffocating or annoying. They might complain about the constant check-ins or the way he always wants to know you're safe. But for you, it's different. His attentiveness and concern are like a warm blanket on a cold night—they wrap you in a sense of comfort and security that you've come to cherish deeply.

You love how every call, every message from him is a small reminder that you are loved and valued. In a world that often feels chaotic and unpredictable, his protective nature provides a reassuring constant. In-ho has a way of making you feel like you are the most important person in his world, and it's a feeling you wouldn't trade for anything.

Your mind drifts back to a conversation you had with him not long ago. He had confessed that he had never been this way with anyone before. "I've never felt the need to be so protective," he had admitted, his voice soft but sincere. "But with you, I just want to make sure you're always okay."

His words had struck a chord deep within you. Knowing that his behavior wasn't a default setting but something unique to your relationship made you appreciate it even more. It was as if you had unlocked a part of him that had remained hidden until you came into his life.

Rejoining your friends, you can't help but smile, the warmth of In-ho's recent call lingering like a tender embrace. The noise and laughter around you feel a bit more vibrant, the evening a bit more enjoyable, all because of the love and devotion you know is waiting for you at home.

I swear theres alot of more things art would've done 🥴🥴🤌🤌🤌

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Art the Clown x Reader SMUT • headcanons, how Art fucks, what he gets off to, etc

big content warning! contains some stuff that may gross you out; read at your own risk: menstruation kink, piss kink, oral sex, anal sex, object insertion, blood kink, various weapons mentioned, bondage, human hair and bones, butts and what comes out of butts, public sex, cockwarming, mostly dom!Art and sub!reader

🔪 Remember the work desk with all of Art’s weapons and tools on it? He knows you want him to fuck you, but he’s got shit to do (meaning weapons to build) so he lets you sit under the desk, cockwarming him while he works. You’re on the ground between his knees, patiently holding him in your mouth. When he finishes constructing his latest instrument of torture/slaughter, Art pats his palm against his thigh, wordlessly telling you to climb up into his lap and ride him.🩸

🔪 Art enjoys blood and guts, so it goes without saying that during your period, he’s particularly eager to fuck you. He can detect the slight change in your scent, usually aware you’ve begun to bleed even before you know. He plays with your pussy like it’s a new, special toy when you’re bleeding, spreading your lips and tracing his name on your inner thighs in red. Seeing/touching/tasting blood that comes from you is special to Art. It’s the only time he gets to play in blood without it being the result of him hurting someone, so that makes the experience unique for him. He saves your used pads for ‘alone time,’ using them later as a ‘sleeve,’ to masturbate with.🩸

🔪 Art sometimes fucks you with unconventional objects, like the handle of one of his weapons (knife, axe) or the neck of a bottle. If you’ve displeased him but he still wants to fuck you, he might deny you his cock and instead use something else, like the handle of one of his knives or the barrel of an (empty!) gun, to make you come instead of his cock, as a degrading ‘punishment.’🩸

🔪 Art loves bondage. He knows what he’s doing when it comes to tying knots, as evidenced by the multiple victims you’ve watched him restrain. He enjoys the power dynamic of being in absolute control of another person. When that crosses over into sex, you both get off on him tying you up and doing whatever the fuck he wants with your body.🩸

🔪 Art’s methods can border on sadistic at times (I mean how could they not??) but because he wants to keep you around to play with for the long haul, he never pushes you beyond the limits of safety, no matter how many new ways he comes up with to plug every hole in your body. If we know anything about Art, it’s that he’s perceptive. He studies the way your body responds to different forms of stimulation and mentally catalogs the information for later. All of his skill in crafting tools of torture means he’s able to create customized ‘toys,’ to fuck you with. But the thing is, they’re never normal, or sweet; they always contain something fucked-up and sick. Art once surprised you with a whip he’d put together for you. Its strands were soft and felt so good gliding over your clit. You came so hard when Art whipped your pussy till it was puffy and leaking. It would have been a wonderful gift, if you hadn’t realized later, upon closer inspection, that the strands now wet with your cum were in fact strands of human hair. And the custom dildo Art made for you, the one that was so smooth and colored beige/white? You later found out Art had chiseled and smoothed down a human bone to make it for you. The information almost made you sick on the spot. Art found your horrified reaction hilarious, of course, and it didn’t stop him from laying you down and fucking you with it all the same…🩸

🔪 ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL …

He loves to fuck you in the ass. Art’s a nasty little motherfucker when it comes to the stuff that comes out of butts, and I’m not gonna elaborate here, but you can use your imagination to follow where I’m going with this…🩸

🔪 Art has zero inhibitions: he kills anyone, anywhere. Imagine that relating to sex; of course he’s going to fuck you wherever he wants, including places where you might get caught. Sex in public/risky spaces feels natural to Art, because he literally does not give a single fuck. Remember the first time you ever saw him? When you stumbled out the back door of that sleazy little bar in your home town, so drunk off your ass you thought you were leaving through the front? Art was in the alleyway behind the bar, black garbage bag hoisted over his shoulder, not even looking for anyone to fuck up but when he saw you, he knew he’d found a victim for the night. He’d planned to stalk you home and do unspeakable things to you-but as you took the lead and approached him, there in the alleyway, he was caught off guard, his whole plan upended the moment you slid your arms around his waist, stood up on your tiptoes, and placed a soft, sloppy kiss on his cheek. He was awestruck, and even if he could speak, Art would still have been at a loss for words. You walked him backward a few steps, lining him up against a dumpster in the alleyway. You began fondling him through his costume, grinning when you realized his body had already begun to respond. One thing led to another, and within minutes, Art had you bent over that dumpster, with a fresh hole torn in the front of his costume where your bodies were joined…🩸

🔪 No one would associate The Miles County Clown with tenderness, but if they knew Art, they would see a softer side of him only you do. He’s still fucking deranged, don’t get me wrong. But Art also has moments of vulnerability, when there’s nothing he wants more than to hold you. Sitting in Art’s lap, he wraps his arms around you and stays still, so still, just enjoying the soft thump of your heartbeat against his, and the low hum of your breath on his chest. Your nearness calms the monster inside Art so well that sometimes, he forgets he is the monster itself…🩸

🔪 Another benefit of having you in his lap? Art realized he could use his strength to make you stay in his lap no matter how badly you had to get up and take a piss, forcing you to wet yourself all over him. You felt him gradually getting hard under you as you began to wriggle on his lap. Art could see your discomfort, and when you told him you needed to get up and take a piss, he refused to release you. You’d expect him to be smiling at you at a time like this, silently mocking you; but the look in his eyes was deathly serious, pitch black and full of a demented lust that would have had you locked you in place even if his arms hadn’t. Blushing into his shoulder, you accepted the fact that Art wasn’t letting go of you any time soon, and that he really was into this. He wanted this to happen. You allowed your bladder to empty, a soft trickle saturating your panties, followed by a steady stream of hot piss that spread over Art’s lap. His clothes were soaked through below the waist, your piss running down between his thighs and dampening the couch cushion beneath you. Art was rock hard by this point, his wet cock throbbing against your pussy. He lifted you off his lap just enough to reach between your bodies and position his tip against your entrance, then used your piss as a lube to slide inside you…🩸

Dōna Rūs Mandia (Sweet Baby Sister)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x sister! reader

Sumary: Aemond was the best brother in Westeros. Since they were children he would dote on her. Buying her gifts, making her smile when she was sad, and he would even sneak into her chambers at night and sleep with her if she needed it. What happens when their mother Alicent informs her daughter of a betrothal?

Warnings: Mature/Sexual content, 18+, no use of Y/N, afab reader, Oral (F receiving), squirting, overstimulation, emotional manipulation

Princess Aelora Targaryen was the fourth born child of King Viserys and Queen Alicent. Long silver hair that cascades so far down her back it reaches her thighs. Born before her brother Daeron. The Princess was born and raised in Kings Landing amongst her siblings. Her eldest brother Aegon didn't pay her much mind until she started to develop. Unlike her sister Helaena she had more of a curvy figure which Aegon would practically drool over when close. Helaena was a good sister and Aelora in turn. Deciding to try and interpret her sisters rambles knowing they were a message. A warning. She knew this ever since the night on Driftmark. "He'll have to close an eye." Daeron was away in Oldtown and the letters became less and less as time went on. Aemond on the other hand was an extraordinary brother. Like her elder brother Princess Aeloras egg did not hatch in the cradle leaving her open to ridicule from Aegon when he felt like it. Though it was less often for her than Aemond, it was something that they shared. As children Aemond was an attentive older brother. Back rides through the castle, stealing cinnamon cakes from the kitchens to gift to his sweet baby sister knowing they're her favorite, tickle fights. He would even use Maegors Tunnels in the dead of night to sneak into Aeloras chambers to check on her as she slept. Sometimes catching himself watching over her for hours. After the events on Driftmark he seemed different. He still doted on Aelora but it seemed quite possessive some would say. His now lone eye never trailing far from where she is. Everyone noticed where ever the Princess was her shadow wasn't too far behind her. Watching to make sure his sweet sister was safe. When she started to develop as a woman and he a man his obsession only grew. His urges threatened to spill over and corrupt his sense of honor and duty. Believing that she would be his one day he patiently waited for his mother to announce their betrothal. But it did not unfold like he thought it would.

Princess Aelora and her brother Aemond were flying on Dragonback for hours. Another way Aemond has supported his sister was by helping her claim a dragon of her own. Silverwing, the dragon formerly ridden by Queen Alysanne Targaryen. Wife of King Jaehaerys. Aemond lived for the faint sounds of his sweet sister laughing as she broke through clouds with Kings Landing just on the horizon. A race between the two with Aemond emerging victorious touching down in the Kingswood. Since Vhagar was too large to land near the city Aemond had left a horse tied to a branch for their return.

"I believe that is another win for me little love." Aemond said as he stuck out his hand to assist her from her dragon. Aelora took her brothers hand and giggled, "No need to be so vaunt big brother." Jumping down off silverwings wing she starts to move immediately towards the horse but is stopped by Aemond who's still holding her hand. He pulls her into his body with a scolded gaze. "Ah ah ah. Daor sīr adere byka mēre. Nyke won. Nyke jaelagon issa gūrotrir. Skoriot's issa vūjigon?" (Not so fast little one. I won. I want my prize. Where's my kiss?)

He says grabbing her other hand to bring her closer. Aelora looks up into her brothers eyes through her lashes while blush takes over her features. She then tilts her head and raises herself on her toes to kiss his cheek to then be stopped once more by her brother. "What're you doing?" He asked her in an accusatory tone making her flinch. The stare of Aemond Targaryen was enough to kill. And right now that stare was being used on the Princess. He leans in without breaking his gaze and spoke. "I won. You do as I say. And I said. Kiss me." Without giving her time to think he captures her lips with his in a passionate and yet forceful manner. Both moaning into the kiss Aelora is the one to pull back first looking around. "What if someone sees us?" She said when Aemond tried to embrace her once more. "Who? Who's here little love? Tell me." He says. "No one is here but us and our dragons. You must trust me sister." He continued with a painful tone. Striking his sisters heart. "I do! I.. I.. I do! I swear it." Aemond allowed a small smirk to play onto his face at his sisters words. But more importantly how eager she was to prove herself to him. Gently he took her chin between his thumband index finger, lifting her head to meet his gaze. He studied her features as he has thousands of times. "I know whats best." He said. To this Aelora knew to nod her head in agreement. Her eyes... The most soft lilac hue staring back at him. Her lips that were practically screaming for him to bite them. He drank her in as the vision of the maiden herself. "Be good and give your big brother a kiss. Now." Aelora was the one this time who initiated the kiss. Though it was not as possessive as his. It was still a feeling that sent a warmth to her lower belly. Something she had felt around her beloved brother for a while now. But she could not bring herself to understand. Nor can can she ask. Aemond hung onto her lips for as long as he could before it broke. And it was a taste he wanted to enjoy everyday.

Later that evening the siblings were all informed of a family dinner taking place and attendance was mandatory. These didn't usually happen unless there was some grand news to share. Aelora took a scolding bath using her favorite vanilla oils before she was dressed and ready for supper. When it was finally time to make her way to the dining hall a knock at her door caught her attention. Of course it was he. Aemond. "Are you ready?" He asked as he extends his arm for her to take to which she does. Aemond practically drinks up her scent. Burying his nose behind her ear making her shiver as he inhaled. Ao yknagon delicious rūs mandia. (You smell delicious baby sister)

Once they enter hall they take their seats. "I assume father will not be in attendance this evening?" Aelora asks her mother as she took her seat at the end of the table across from Aemond. Alicent and Otto on one side of the table, across from them Aegon and Helaena, leaving Aemond and Aelora on both ends of the table per Aemonds insistence. Every time she'd look up from her plate she would face the stare of her big brother.

During these suppers Aemonds eye would never fall from his beloved sister. Time passed and conversation was a bit stagnant. That was until Alicent spoke up. "My dear girl. I have wonderful news. I have received word from Lord Tyrell. His eldest son Ser Loris has taken interest. And after discussing this with the King-" Aemond slammed his fist into the table making Aelora jump at the other end. "NO! Absolutely not." Otto and Alicent looked to Aemonds antics with frustration. This was not the first time Aemond has stepped in to deny a betrothal on his sisters behalf seeing as she was always too afraid to go against her mother and grandfather. "Aemond. The Tyrells control all of the grain in the Reach. We need to strengthen our alliances to secure a prosperous future." Otto interjected. Alicent knew what this was truly about on the other hand. Ever since the day she walked in on Aemond laying kisses to Aeloras face whilst she slept. Trying to distance them a bit after learning thr depth of Aemonds affections for his sister. "You dare marry her to someone so mundane? She is a Targaryen princess. She deserves better." He spoke making Aegon chucke to himself. "Aemond... Aelora will meet with Ser Loris. And that's the end of it." Alicent said in frustration. Aemond turned his head to his sister and the look he gave her almost broke her heart. "Vestragon mirros issa dōna hāedar." (Say something my sweet girl)

Aemond and Aelora the only ones present fluent in High Valyrian. Besides Helaena but she wouldn't say anything about it. Aeloras mouth fell open as she attempted to speak but inevitably nothing came out. Aemond pushed out his chair and proceeds out the doors. Aelora spent the rest of the dinner in silence. Guilt over running her. Aemond often confided in her his deepest feelings and aspirations. Even the secrets that would be considered treason if the wrong person heard it. Sometimes he will go as far as to talk about what would happen if he were king. In the dead of night Aemond would come to her through the hidden passage ways. He would lay his head in her lap while she'd stroke his head and tell him how amazing he is. Per his request. She would allow him to kiss her hands and wrist to keep him calm.

Later that night Aelora layed awake sitting up in her bed waiting for her big brother to come see her. The hour grew late. But he never came. The Princess threw on her deep green robe and started to move through the tunnels. Emotions build in her as she gets closer to her destination. Opening the door behind his tapestry she slipped into an empty room. She started to lightly sob. Tears falling down her face as she ran to his bed. She's used to spending time here as well.

Aemond walked back from the training yard with his sword still gripped in her hands. Knuckles white as his hair. Sweat glistening off his bare chest. As he reached his door he heard the sound of crying from the inside and he knew who it was. Quietly he opens the door and slips inside. Setting down his sword he stalks over to the side of the bed she lays on. Her face buried in the sheets she didn't even notice him sit down on the mattress. He looks over her with a pout before he takes his hand and runs it over the side of her face making her jump up. When their eyes connected she willed herself into his arm wrapping hers around his neck. "I'm sorry... *sniffles* I'm so sorry Aemy." Aemond brings his right arm to wrap around her body pull her closer. A small smile forms onto his face as his plan forms. Aemond pulls her back making her look him in the eye. How easy this will be. He thinks to himself.

"How could you? How could you just sit by and say nothing?" Aemond spat out at her making more tears spill from her eyes. "They want to take you away from me... and... I can't help but think you wanted this." Aeloras heart shattered at her brothers words. He had a power over her that was frightening. Aelora tried to deny his accusation but was interrupted. "You're breaking my heart..." Aelora shook her head aggressively with tears spilling staining her robe. "No, no, no, no, no. *hyperventilating* I'm sorry. I.. I have no choice. *sniffles* Please don't hate me." She broke out into violent sobs and Aemond soaks up every tear. The way he sees it every tear she sheds is a testimony of her love for her big brother. After he allowed her to cry for a bit he reached over and tucked the loose strands escaping her long braid behind her ear and shushed her. "Come here." He said. Aelora without any hesitation burried her head in his neck as she continued to cry. "I.. *sniffles* I didn't mean to make you upset with me big brother I'm sorry. *sobs* I'm so sorry." The smug grin on his face at her words... "Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. It's OK. It's OK little one." He says as he pets her head and kisses her temple. Pouting at her innocence and the sobs that are muffled buy his bare skin.

"Look at me. Look at me sweet girl." Aelora looks up at him. Her eyes red and her cheeks wet. "There she is. *cups her face* Now. Do you love me?" She nods instantly. "Then you will deny this marriage. You will stay here with me. With your big brother. And I will keep you safe." He says as he ran his thumb over her cheek. She looks panicked before she speaks. "But.. but what. *sniffles* What can I do? Mother and grandfather-" Aemond tsks a few times which makes her stop talking in fear of being scolded again. "You are a Targaryen. Your place is here. Right here. In my protection. In my bed." Aemond leans in and steals a kiss from Aelora causing her to gasp and shutter when he pulled back. He kicks off his boots before climbing in bed behind her pulling her between his legs until her back rested on his chest. His lips immediately fall down her chin to her neck before she speaks up. "B.. B.. Brother..." Aemond pulls back to look her in the eyes. From this angle she looks up at him and feels smaller than ever. "Tell me baby sister. Have you ever felt a warmth in your belly when I'm near you?" She looked down in embarrassment. Blush covering her face. "A tingle in your body? When I tell you how beautiful you are. When I hold you close. When we share a kiss. An ache? Right about... here?" Aelora gasped when Aemonds hand started to touch her lower belly but she makes no attempt to stop him. "Tell me sweet girl. Do you touch yourself?" She looked to him and sent out another soft gasp at his words and actions. "N.. No. My.. *sniffles* my septa says its sinful." His smirk spreads wider and he licks his lips. "Good girl. See? You do know how to behave." He says to her making Aelora whimper. "You will marry me. Your womb will accept my seed. You will have my children. And if that rose cunt or a lion or even one of those wildlings up North ever lay an eye on you... They will know my claim. *whispers* When they see our silver haired babes clutching at your skirts." Aelora knows her brother to be a man of his word. "Mother will never accept it. I.. I love you big brother but-" Aemond finally brought his hand to her clothed cunt making her shiver. Rubbing slow circles against the fabric it causes Aelora to grab onto his arm making him chuckle. Aemond places a kiss on her temple. "Good girl. Mmm, so receptive to your big brother." Aelora shut her eyes unable to stop him. But instead buried her face in the crook of his neck making him chuckle. "Daor jorrāelagon naejot sagon naejot shy byka mēre. Nyke aōha lēkia. Ziry iksos issa gaomilaksir naejot gūrogon care ao." (No need to be to shy little one. I am your brother. It's my duty to take care you.)

Soft moans fall from her lips making his cock harden. His motions became too much for her to handle. Just as she attempted to stop him he grabs both of her wrists to stop her. "Don't you dare." He whispers against her ear as he continued with his movements. "Aemy... please." He listens to her words with a wicked grin. "Please what? Tell me little love, please what?" He says as her legs start to spasm. She whines a bit too loud as her pleasure builds and as a result, Aemond brings his free hand up and lays it over her mouth muffling her cries. "Daor sīr loud rūs mandia. Ao jaelagon ry hen kingslanding naejot rȳbagon skoros aōha rōva lēkia iksos doing, ȳdra daor ao?" (Not so loud baby sister. You want all of KingsLanding to hear what your big brother is doing, don't you?)

Her eyes roll to the back of her head making him chuckle. "Oh you like that don't you baby girl? Look at me." Aelora brings her head out from the crook of Aemonds neck and looks up at him. His hand still rests over her mouth. He said nothing he just held eye contact. The pressure builds more and more with each circle Aemond rubs into her. Her moans get louder and Aemond connects their lips to try and muffle the cry but it was no use. Like a flood it comes washing through everything. Aelora cried out as she broke the kiss and grabbed Aemond wrist to stop him for it felt too good. But he was too strong and if anything it only made him apply more pressure to her soaked cunt through the now damp fabric of her nightgown. She tries to pull away but is stopped when Aemonds hand wraps around her throat pushing her back to rest against his chest. "Stop it! *sobs* Nooo I can't..." He turns his head to look upon her face all flushed and started to coo at her. "Yes you can. Dōna rūs mandia yes you can. *whispers* Be good for me. " (Sweet baby sister) He just kept going. He wouldn't stop. And soon... very very soon... Aelora had her very first orgasm ever. She came so hard. Crying and moans. And it was because of her favorite big brother.

Aeloras breath rose and fell as she layed there, her back against his chest. Having lost all energy to fight him off anymore. After a short bit, he stopped his torment. Nose to nose they shared each other's breath. "Such a good girl for your big brother." He cooed to her. She calms down to realize this is wrong. Tears of shame spring to her eyes as she starts to move away. Only to be stopped. Aemond grabs her by the hair making her come back to him making her wince in pain. "And here I was giving you praise. Tsk tsk tsk tsk." He then takes both hands and brings them to the sides of her robe and with all his strength, rips it at the chest making her breasts spill out into the open. Aelora feels shame and whines as her nipples start to harden. But she also feels a wanting desire to be good for her big brother like she always had. Aemond on the other hand grew erect at the sight. Pushing into her back. "Do you wish to make it up to me little love?" He whispers with his lips on her ear making her shutter. She nods unable to speak as a chill runs down her spine. "If you wish to make me happy sweet sister. Then you must behave. Do as I say. Don't fight it."

Aemond slides his hand wrapped around her throat down her now bare chest and starts to tease her nipple casuing her to moan. "Be good for me." He insists. His hands grip each side of the torn fabric and tears it further down her body. "Stand up." He orders her to which she follows. Hey night gown falls up her feat leaving her bare in front of him. Her long hair covering her breasts coming to an end at her thighs as she turns to face him. As he stands he towers over her. Aelora has always payed attention to her brothers physique. His long slender frame adorned with muscles that come from training with a sword daily. His loose silver locs that match hers. He just stands there staring at her before he speaks. "You don't have to be afraid sweet girl." He reaches his arm behind her gripping her ass and pulling her against his body. "I'm sorry..." Aelora says to him. The closeness of their bodies makes Aelora press her legs together. That same tickling sensation Aemond spoke of flooding her body once more. Aemond allows a smirk to appear on his face before he reassures her that she can earn forgiveness. But only of she does what he tells her.

With his hand still holding her close Aemond brings his free hand up to cup her face. Aelora shivers as she looks into her brothers eye. Aemond wipes away a single tear that falls for his baby sister. "Daor limagon byka mēre." (No tears little one) Aemond studies her face. Apprehension. Uneasy. But also a sliver of curiosity. "Kiss me." He says to her. Aelora takes a deep breath before inevitably standing on her toes and giving Aemond what he wanted. The kiss takes her by suprise as it lasts longer than she anticipated. It feels different. More possessive. Like he had to prove a point. The point being that she belonged to him. Aemond starts to undo his ties keeping his trousers up making them fall to his ankles. He breaks the kiss to step out of them pulling Aeloras eyes to his manhood. Her heart beats faster as she sees the slender length standing at attention. She's pulled from thought by Aemond picking her up and laying her on the bed.

Aemond lays kisses leading down her chest. His lips grazing her nipples causing her to buck her hips. His warm breath against her bare chest made her want to cry. Not in a bad way. It's just... this was not the type of attention Aemond usually gave to his beloved sister. The nights they'd spend together was what Aelora often called, innocent. He'd sit in his chair by the fireplace with his baby sister snuggled in his lap with her head on his shoulder while he read. Once he heard the pretty sound of her light snoring Aemond would carry her to the bed. Sometimes he'd get into bed and sleep with her. Other times, Aelora had awoken in the middle of the night to find Aemond sitting next to the bed watching her sleep.

"It is moments like these baby sister. That I wish I had both eyes." He says as he drinks in her beauty. Kissing down her body he reaches her lower belly. He recalls the nights when he would tickle her relentlessly. The sweet sounds emanating from her throat filling his heart with enough warmth to keep open the cracks in his frozen heart. And now. Here he is. His face hovers over his sisters womanhood and watches as she shutters from his breath just before he finally makes the connection. Aelora whines as Aemond tastes her. Lustful and greedy. Possessive. He groans at the warmth of her. The sweet taste he's always craved. The moans he's drempt of. "A.. Aemy..." She cried. His eye rolls back and his satisfied hum caused her to buck her hips. Aemond takes a breath before speaking. "Gīda aōla rūs mandia." (Behave yourself baby sister.) She looks down at him. Her core is on fire. She knows this can not be allowed. But she doesn't want him to stop. "Nyke gaomagon daor gīmigon skoros's ileynas aemy. Skoros lo..." (I do not know what's happening Aemy. What if...)

Aemond shushes her. Aelora just shrinks and stops talking. "Lo ao pāsagon issa ao jāhor daor vīlībagon bisa. Lo ao jorrāelagon issa. Pār ao jāhor rual issa naejot gaomagon skoros nyke gīmigon iksos sȳrje syt ao." (If you trust me you will not fight this. If you love me. Then you will allow me to do what I know is best for you.) He spits out making her whimper and pout. Aemond responded by spitting on her clit before sucking it aggressively. After some heavy attention Aelora nears her second peak. She's never felt the sensation before tonight so she's scared. She still doesn't know what it is. Cries and pleads for him to stop fall on deaf ears. "Wait... wait stop it!" With little upper body strength as well as being bent in half her attempts to push him away fail. As soon after the pressure building snaps. Causing her to have an orgasm. This time squirting her heavy release directly into Aemonds face which ricochets all over the bed. Aemond pulls back slightly allowing multiple spirts of her release to spray him point blank.

Heavy breathing and soft whimpers are all she can muster. Aemond on the other hand smiles and he watches Aeloras head fall back in ecstasy. He draws his lips together and blows on her quivering folds causing her to buck her hips. And Aemond to start chuckling. "So sensitive." He whispers out. Aemond sits up to start aligning himself with her. Aelora comes back to reality and tries to get away but Aemond grabs her by the throat completely catching her by suprise. "Don't. You. Fucking move." A dangerous look he gives her. Causing fear to strike her heart. She remained frozen as he slapped his hard cock against her wet clit. "You're going to take what I give to you. My sweet baby sister." Then, Aemond starts to penetrate her. Breaking her maidenhead. Ruining her forever. Aelora cries out in pain as Aemond takes her legs back into the previous position. A few small thrusts and soon enough he is fully burried inside of her. And he feels that wonderful warmth of her blood spilling down his cock. "A.. Aemy. Please..." She whimpers as Aemond starts to thrust. "I know. I know... *whispers* Tight bloody cunt all for me." Aemond bends down causing Aeloras legs to fall to the sides of his body for some relief. His face falling into the side if her neck.

Skin slapping and the wet slosh of her folds makes Aemond forget his sweet sister was not well versed in the act of pleasure. And in doing so, he started to slap his hips against hers a bit harder than he believed she could handle. But she feels so good. "Aemond!" She tried to make him understand. He was going to fast. "No inferior lord of flowers is going to take this from me. *gasps* No golden haired cunt. No... *grunting* No wildling up North." He said with such brutality and hatred dispite the pleasure he felt as he kept fucking her. "You're mine." He said through gritted teeth. "YOU'RE MINE!" He shouts through the same gritted teeth. Each thrust grew more relentless before he dug all the way in and stayed at the hilt catching his breath. But also just applying more and more pressure as he kept pushing forward. Believing that he could go deeper when in reality he could not. At this Aelora cries out. Sobs emitting from her throat and tears running down her cheeks. But she couldn't help but latch to him. Her big brother. The one who always gave such comfort. A kind word. The one who could make her day with his very presence. That warmth despite how cold he appeared to all but the young Princess.

Aemond heard her cries and felt her arms and legs wrap around him in a fierce grip. When he looked down at her face it was red. Her eyes closed scrunched in pain. And in that moment instead of sparing her further. He closes the gap and captured her lips with his before thrusting once more. This time not as harsh. Allowing for some pleasure to take over the pain. Gradually. "Hush now baby sister. You have to forgive me." He whispered menacingly over her face. Her eyes still closed he decided to kiss her tears away. Prepping kisses all over her face. Acting gentle as compared to a few moments ago. The sight of Aemonds cock red with blood was new. Yet it only entices him further. "I..it hurts A..Aemy" She sobs. He caresses her cheeks with both hands when he says, "You're so perfect." Her eyes flutter open as Aemond stops moving once more. "Breathe. Look at me little one. *eyes open* Ah there she is. Take a deep breath for me love." She does as he says and he can feel her start to relax more so he has her do it again. Pausing for a moment before spitting on his wet shaft. And also starts to play with her clit. Finally the pain passes for the most part. "Do me you love me?" He asked between thrusts. She tried to answer but was overwhelmed and just whined in response. "That's not an answer little love. Do you love me?" Aelora looked into Aemonds eye and clenched around him making him smile.

"Kessa rōva lēkia." (Yes big brother) He captures her lips with his and runs both hands up her arms until he entangled his fingers with hers. Holding her hands in place above her head. This is a dream come true. Aeloras moans are louder and more spaced signaling she's closer to a third orgasm. Aemond picks up on this and teases her a bit. "Aww what's the matter? Hm? Tell me what ails you my sweet baby sister." Her whines are sure to reach the halls. Good. He thinks to himself. "Aemy..." She can't help but choke out. Aemond lays a kiss to her forehead. "I can't help you unless you tell me." The pressure is building again. She does not hate this feeling at all. In fact it feels amazing. But she's fearful of the consequences. "It's happening again." She cries. "Let it happen. Cum for me again. Cum for me and I shall reward you." He says to her making her clench again pulling a chuckle from Aemond. Skin slapping against skin. The whines and sobs. The constant feeling of being filled and emptied. It was all too much. "Aemy please!" Aemond took notice of how her toes clenched before he heard to oh sweet beautiful sounds of his baby sister. Cummings so hard around his big uncut cock. "Ohhhh sweet girl... *laughs* I should've put a towel down. If I'd known you'd be so messy." He teases. Making another wave of spasms hit her. "Oh shhhh. It is alright. *kisses her* We will just get new sheets. Hm. Now it's time for your reward." He resumes his thrusts. Her folds pink and swollen parting ways for him once again. Puffy and beaten up. "I can't..." She cries out. "You've been such a good girl for me. What kind of big brother would I be if I did not give you what you have earned?" Thrusts, skin slapping, cries, whimpers, and panting fill the air. "Thats it. Give me my future baby sister. Give me everything." All before the final thrust. "Oh my... *panting* You... you did so well for me." He takes hold of the base of his cock. Pulling out slowly. But her tight and swollen cunt seems to be putting up a fight. "Breathe." He says to her. Slowly she let's go of him. But she can't help but clench. Successfully she is able to release him though her grip remains. Cause his body to shake after. He rests his head on her shoulder and warmth spreads across his chest as she starts to run her fingers through his hair. "I love you." He says as he kisses her. "I.. I love you too."

Not too long after Aelora is fast asleep with Aemond still laying over her watching. Moving stray hairs from her face as she stired in the night. This blissful moment was interrupted by the sound of his door opening. Quickly he turned his head to see the flow of green he knew belonged to his mother Queen Alicent Hightower. Her steps stutter for a moment at the sight before her. Her innocent daughter... in the arms of her brother... Her steps resume towards the bed. "What have you..." Aemond cut her off seething and speaking lowly through gritted teeth. "Don't you dare wake her!" She stops immediately in her tracks. Aelora starts to grumble and stir in her sleep. "Mm. Aemy..." Aemond smiled down at her like an eager child feasting on sweets. How she calls for him even in her sleep. "Shh. Shh. Shhhh. I am here. Go back to sleep little love." She responds by turning more into his body for warmth. He runs the back of his hand down the side of her face in complete bliss before he remembered. His mother... Slowly Aemond gets out of bed as Alicent leaves the room. He grabs a robe near the fireplace wrapping it around his body. He then kneels on the bed before pressing a kiss to Aeloras forehead.

Aemond walked into the hall to see his mother pacing back and forth. "There is no one in this world who has the ability to ruin a such perfect moment quite like you." Aemond said before being slapped across the face. "What have you done to your sister!?" Alicent asks. Her face as red as her hair. He adjusts his jaw before speaking. "What is well within my right. You were going to sell her to some flowered cunt." Alicent was fuming. "She is your sister."

"She is a Targaryen as am I. You could never understand. The pull to your own blood." He was committed to getting that which was already his. "It is a sin against the gods. We made an exception for Aegons claim. But this..." She was cut off. "Her blood stains my sheets. My seed has probably already taken root. And come morning. She will be carrying my son. Proudly." All Alicent could do was shed a few tears and shake her head. "She is an innocent." She said to him. "Indeed. And I owe that to you mother. Your insistence on keeping her pure. Innocent. Mm. Naive... She didn't even know what a orgasm was until I showed her." He laughed in her face. Alicent swung her arm again but her wrist was caught in Aemonds grip. "Come morning. She will be carrying my heir. And come morning. You will betrothe she and I. We will marry in a fortnight as to not raise suspicion. You will do this. Or I will steal her away and you will never see either of us again." He meant every word. And he knew Alicent now had no choice. Meanwhile in the room Aelora woke up all alone. From outside the doors they can hear her faintly cry out for her big brother. "A.. Aemy?" Aemond immediately pushes Alicent away. Telling her to fetch her person handmaiden to come and collect the sheets to burn them before the sun rose. "Aemy." He heard as he stepped in the door. He looked to see Aelora sitting up in bed with tears in her eyes. The bloody layer of the sheets were now discarded to the floor also. When she turned to see him she reached her arms out to him. He came rushing over. Pulling her into his arms. "Whats the matter sweet girl? Did you have a nightmare? Hm?" He asked. She shook her head. "I.. I thought you left me." She said in a tone that could break your heart. But only caused Aemond to smile more. Her neediness will come in handy. "Never. I swear to you. You shall remain with me always. You will see. You will never leave my side. Not ever." None of you will. He thinks as he places her hand on her belly. Imagining her growing fat with his child. A round belly. Chubby cheeks. Large breasts full of milk for he himself his children to drink. "I can not wait until you are nice and heavy. And I shall keep you that way." He whispers as she drifts back into sleep.

The next morning Aelora was shocked when her mother announced her engagement to Aemond. More. That they'd be wed in a matter of two weeks. At this she was happy. She'd get to stay with her big brother forever. The day of the wedding came and Alicent couldn't help but tear up at her daughter in her white wedding dress. As happy as can be. Not understanding why this is all happening but doesn't seem to care in the slightest. "Don't cry mother. Aemond loves me. And he will never mistreat me. I know it to be true. He will take care of me forever. And I will get to remain here with you." She said smiling in the sun. On the way to the wheelhouse. Aemond stood in the Sept of Baelor awaiting his bride. His future. And the wedding went off perfectly. That night they spent in extacy and screams. No bedding ceremony per Aemonds demand. But not shy about alerting the entire court of their coupling. Well after the wedding it was common talk around the keep of the princess changing her entire wardrobe. Wearing clothes that were picked and approved by Aemond more conservative. Showing less skin than usual to hide the bruises and hickeys.

Months later, Aelora gave birth to their first child. As well as their second. Two newborn sons. Maegor and Rhaegyr. Proud names chosen by their proud father. Aelora remains in bed with her mother doting on her while Aemond stands with both sons in his arms. Adoring their sleeping faces. "You've done well my girl." Alicent says to Aelora. "Yes indeed." Aemond says pulling her attention away from their mother. Eager to please him. As always... Aemond turned to look at her. Moving to the bed she takes Maegor from his left arm. Allowing him enough freedom in movement to sit down. "I told you you'd give me a son. And you went beyond all expectation. Not just delivering one son but two." He continued. She smiled at his praise. Especially when he moved closer and kissed her. "Sȳz riña." (Good girl) He said in their ancestral language so Alicent couldn't understand.

Aemond praise was always something she would seek out. His approval meant everything to her. His approval his praise... his rewards when she was good... "I recommend that you wait six weeks before joining in your marriage bed once more." The Maester said. Causing Aemond to take a puff of annoyance. "Maester? A moment?" Alicent asked as she stepped into the hall with the man. Aelora smiled at the twins before she spoke to Aemond. "I am sorry I can not lay with you Aemond." He looks to her. Cupping her cheek with his hand. "No matter." He slides his thumb over her lip before putting the tip in her mouth. "You will take your rewards whenever I see fit to give them. Won't you? You like swallowing your rewards don't you?" She nodded eagerly. "Kessa rōva lēkia." (Yes big brother.) "Good girl. Not to worry. You will give me another child soon enough."

YESS FINALLYY A LEE BYUNG HUN X READER I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU SO MUCHH THANK YOU FOR THIS

Mistress

Pairing: Lee Byung Hun x Fem!Reader

Summary: No matter how many times you tried to distance yourself from him, you always ended up succumbing to the intensity of his touches and words.

Warnings: Smut 18+, MDNI, age gap (late-20s/50s), unsafe sex, infidelity

Word count: 1.9 k

a/n: It's my first time posting here, and English isn't my first language, so sorry if there are any mistakes.

The thumping music pulsed through the air, blending with laughter and lively conversation. The Squid Game 2 wrap party was at its peak—a well-earned celebration after months of hard work. You glanced around, awed by how far you had come. Being part of such a massive project had been an incredible opportunity, filled with unforgettable experiences and people… and one of them, one you should never have allowed, was the reason you had hesitated to come tonight.

Across the room, among the sea of familiar faces, you spotted Wi Ha-Joon approaching with his signature ear-to-ear grin. His contagious energy made you smile instinctively.

“Hey, beautiful. Glad to see you’re having fun,” he said before taking a sip of his drink.

“I wasn’t planning on coming, actually,” you admitted, holding your glass. You weren’t a big fan of these kinds of events, but alcohol certainly helped loosen you up.

“What changed your mind?” he asked, raising an amused eyebrow.

“I guess I needed a distraction,” you shrugged.

Ha-Joon chuckled, raising his glass in a toast before continuing the conversation. A few drinks later, his proximity became more evident. You couldn’t deny how attractive he was—tall, strong, and completely shameless in his flirting. His hand rested subtly on your waist as you danced, his dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“I need to use the restroom,” you said with a smile after a few minutes.

“I’ll be here,” he nodded, watching as you walked away.

You made your way toward the hallway leading to the restrooms, but just before turning the corner, a strong hand wrapped around your forearm, pulling you back with firm determination.

“What the f—?” The air caught in your throat when you recognized him. Lee Byung Hun. Damn it. You hadn’t even noticed he was at the party.

He dragged you into a dimly lit storage room, shutting the door behind him. Your heart pounded against your chest as you met his gaze—tense, irritated, and brimming with jealousy.

“I see you’ve been having fun,” he sneered, crossing his arms over his chest. His dark eyes burned with resentment. “Is that idiot the reason you left me?”

Anger bubbled within you instantly. What right did he have to question you?

“It’s none of your business,” you snapped, yanking your arm free from his grip.

“So, you’re not denying it,” he continued, his jaw clenching.

“You know exactly why we couldn’t keep doing… this,” you shot back, your voice laced with bitterness.

“You can’t do this to me… I need you,” he blurted suddenly, desperation creeping into his tone.

Something in his expression cracked. He had spent the entire night watching you, seeing you laugh with another man, move so freely, so happily—something that had never been allowed when you were together in public.

“You can’t say that…” you whispered, lowering your gaze to his hand, where the ring on his finger gleamed under the dim light. “At the end of the night, you’ll go back to her.”

Your eyes burned, tears threatening to spill.

“You knew what this was from the start,” he tried to justify, in the worst way possible.

“I don’t need you to remind me,” your voice trembled, the ache in your chest deepening. It was true. You had known. From the very beginning. But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Byung Hun exhaled sharply and stepped closer, lifting a hand to gently cup your cheek—his tenderness a stark contrast to the storm in his gaze.

“I know you don’t want this to end like this…” he murmured, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.

Your breath hitched as he moved even closer, his warmth enveloping you entirely. His scent, his presence—everything about him disarmed you with terrifying ease.

“Don’t make this harder…” you pleaded in a whisper, but even you didn’t believe your own words.

Time seemed to slow as his lips brushed against yours—soft, hesitant, offering one last warning, one last chance to stop him. But just like the first time, you didn’t.

His gentle, slow kisses quickly turned urgent, pressing you against the wall as his hands roamed your body with desperate need. His tongue parted your lips, stealing your breath and any coherent thought.

“Fuck…” he groaned against your skin, trailing kisses down your jaw, lower, marking you as his. His fingers found the zipper of your dress, and without hesitation, he slid it down, letting the fabric pool at your feet.

“Byung Hun…” you sighed as his lips traced the curve of your collarbone, his tongue leaving a blazing path toward your chest. Your fingers gripped his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours.

He caught your silent plea, discarding his shirt and allowing you to admire the sculpted lines of his body. His large hands explored every inch of your body hungrily, skilled fingers slipping between your thighs, drawing a ragged moan from your lips.

“Look at what you do to me…” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear as he pressed himself against you through his clothes. The hardness of his arousal was undeniable, and the heat of his body ignited every fiber of your being.

His firm hands guided you toward what seemed like a wooden table. You braced yourself against it, feeling his body settle between your legs.

“You have no idea how much I’ve suffered without you…” he murmured against your neck, leaving a trail of fervent kisses. His voice, thick with longing, made you tremble.

A gasp escaped your lips as two of his fingers slid inside you—wet, expert, touching that spot he knew so well. His movements were slow, torturously precise. In and out, twisting, exploring. Then, with his thumb, he rubbed delicate circles over your most sensitive spot, making you whimper.

“He’ll never have you like this,” he said with pride, enthralled by your sweet moans and the wetness dripping down his fingers.

You could barely process his words, your mind clouded by pleasure. You just wanted more. When you felt yourself reaching the edge, your body moved instinctively, desperately seeking release.

Finally, it hit you—your climax crashing over you as his name spilled from your lips, your body trembling against him.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured with a dark smile, lowering his zipper. With both hands, he pushed down his pants and boxers, freeing his cock—thick, flushed, glistening with need.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, wrapping a hand around your throat with gentle firmness.

But you’re not mine, you wanted to say, but desire drowned out your thoughts. You only nodded, biting your lip.

Without another word, he thrust into you in one swift motion, a shared moan filling the room. His strokes were deep, precise, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your nails dug into his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him. The music from the party felt distant, drowned out by the sound of your mingled moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

“Shit…” he groaned, feeling you tighten around him. “That’s it, princess… come for me.”

His raspy moans were your undoing. His mouth found yours, swallowing your cry as ecstasy overtook you. Seconds later, with a few erratic thrusts, he spilled into you, holding you close as your ragged breaths intertwined.

He rested his forehead against yours, still buried inside you.

“I love you,” he whispered, breathless.

It wasn’t the first time he had said it in these moments. You had tried to convince yourself not to take it seriously, but you couldn’t stop yourself from wishing it was true.

He noticed the shift in your expression. You looked hurt. He had spent weeks thinking about you, regretting all the times he had made you cry. And yet, here you were again.

"Listen to me..." He cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. "I’ve fucked up. With you, with my wife, with myself. You have every right to hate me."

He paused, studying your face. When you didn’t respond, he continued.

"I'm afraid of what will happen if this gets out. Of what they'll say about you, about me, about us. I'm afraid of hurting the mother of my children… but I'm also afraid of losing you."

You parted your lips to argue, but he stopped you.

"Please, let me finish." He knew you too well. He knew you were about to interrupt him.

"I know I'm selfish, irresponsible… but I want to make things right this time. I can’t lose you."

"What makes you think I even want to give you another chance?" you cut in, frowning.

He let out a wry smile.

"If you didn’t, we wouldn’t be here like this, beautiful." You couldn't fool him. Not him, and not yourself.

"What exactly are you proposing?" You tried to sound cold. You tried. And you failed.

He ran a hand through his hair before resting it on your thigh.

"Give me a month. One month to talk to her, to start the process. I'm getting a divorce."

You looked at him in disbelief.

"I could give you a week, a month, or a year, and I still wouldn’t believe that," you admitted. You knew this was the usual lie a married man told to keep his mistress around. Mistress. The word made your stomach turn.

He sighed before finally pulling out of you, knowing you wouldn’t be easy to convince. A quiet gasp escaped your lips. He fixed his pants while you tried to steady your breathing and your thoughts. From his pocket, he pulled out a handkerchief and returned to you, wiping you gently.

You both dressed in complete silence. He zipped up your dress, and you helped him wipe away the lipstick you had left on his lips and part of his face.

"I know you don’t believe me," he said, holding your waist before you could step away. "But tonight, I’m talking to her."

You were about to tell him it was best to end this, but he shocked you by dropping to his knees and taking your hands in his.

"Please, trust me. I won’t fail you this time." His gaze locked onto yours, his eyes shining, on the verge of tears. You had never seen him like this.

Your emotions betrayed you. You found yourself nodding, even as every rational part of your mind screamed at you to walk away. But he was there, kneeling before you, looking at you with a mixture of vulnerability and determination that made you tremble.

As you stepped out, you prayed you wouldn’t run into anyone familiar, but as if fate itself found the situation amusing, you crossed paths with Ha-Joon. The young man’s gaze flickered between the two of you before settling on you, his eyes filled with disappointment. He didn’t need to ask what had just happened—he already knew. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t say a word. He only held your gaze for an agonizing few seconds before turning on his heel and walking away.

Byung Hun, standing beside you, straightened with an air of victory. His lips curled into the faintest smirk as he watched the younger man’s retreating figure. His hand slid down the curve of your hip before gripping your waist possessively, as if staking his claim.

Hear me out on Boxer König.. With a sweet doting wife reader who he comes home to after literally beating up a whole line of men 🥰

She’s constantly fussing over the smallest scratch and nasty bruise he’s gotten after a win. (His opponent probably looks much worse though). Just imagining his pretty wife sitting on his lap wiping the faint blood left on his busted lip and even insisting on spoon feeding him and babying him. as if he doesn’t lift twice her weight…

The sex ranges from wholesome and cute with her riding on top of him with a smile on her face or downright NASTY with prone bone or mating press. Ohhh to imagine König and his big strong body 😋😋😋

oh baby i am LISTENING 🧏🏻‍♀️🧏🏻‍♀️🧏🏻‍♀️

cockwarming, cock riding, belly bulge, prone bone, creampie, fluffy end. MDNI 18+

you were sat comfortingly in könig’s lap — his cock stiff and snug inside of you, visibly bulging just shy of your belly button — whilst your feet swung back and forth above the floor, forkfuls of his favourite meal delivered ‘via aeroplane’ into his open mouth. you just love it when he lets you cater to him like that.

maroon-stained cotton balls and tissues littered the table from when you’d disinfected his facial injuries, dressing the small cuts and ‘kissing’ the bruises better. eventually, his hands latched impatiently to your bent hips, moving them manually so his cockhead rubbed at your cervix. you immediately clenched around him, biting down on your lip whilst you continued to spoon-feed him.

he began to grind you down onto him harder and more deliberately as you shared kisses between his mouthfuls, wet and lingering. you could taste your cooking on his tongue, mixed with that of his blood. then you licked the fork clean, sucking it in a ridiculously provocative way that had him twitching inside of you.

now you lay flat on your front, breasts scraping uncomfortably against the wood of the dining table whilst he drills into your pretty cunny, his thighs flexing either side of yours. the bloodied medical supplies are scattered across the floor, his dinner plate now a forgotten pile of ceramic shards whilst the table legs creak and jolt beneath your combined weight.

“mmf-! fuck~” you whimper, toes curling behind you when the slick bush at his thick base massages your puckered arse hole. your body, tiny in comparison to his terrifying size, propels forward as his pelvis sloppily bashes against the flesh of your inflamed cheeks — sore and tender from the force.

“you take such good care of me.” he groans above you, thrusting into you so deeply that your nipples burn from the friction of him propelling you. “let me do the same.” you mewl pornographically at his promise, fingers biting at the wood beneath you when your core starts to twist and churn. droplets of his blood or possibly sweat drip onto your back, only adding to your arousal once picturing how good he must feel inside of you if it’s reopening his wounds.

the rough expanse of his palm smothers whatever it is all over your back, and he slips himself from you entirely before driving himself back in again. your head spins, chin smacking the table with thanks to his wild and animalistic rutting; but you don’t care.

and once he’s fucked a brain-numbing orgasm out of you, and fucked his own deep into your womb, he’s suddenly incredibly aware of your ragdoll state — limp and exhausted. he rolls you onto your back, swallowing at the red-raw sight of your breasts and stomach. he lifts you into him, locking your legs around his waist since you’re still too weak to even move your own limbs.

so he carries you to bed, working his mouth down your body inch by inch so he can try his hand at ‘kissing you better’ <33

High on the Feeling

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

Summary: Hobie goes to the dentist and you leave with a very giggly and sweet Hobie high on anesthesia.

Word count: 2.4k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw blood, cw food mentions, talks of marriage, lovestruck! Hobie, fluff.

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Octobie 🎸

You've practically flipped through every single magazine in the dentist’s waiting room while you wait for Hobie. He's been complaining about the annoying ache in his molar that has hindered him from doing his responsibilities for the past few weeks. And after some convincing on your end (and a lot of smooches and coddling), he finally accepted that he needed a tooth extraction.

Now, you'd think that with his abilities that a regular ol' anesthesia wouldn't even work on him. But judging from the lack of swearing and screaming behind the tooth shaped door, you and Hobie's hypothesis were dead wrong.

You pick at your nails while you wait, and listen to the cheery pop song that's starting to make you more annoyed than the hospital-like smell of the place. The walls are painted stark white with a bunch of Ikea bought shelves perched on it where a bunch of teeth related decor sits and a handful of picture frames filled with stock photos of smiling people. You feel unnerved by the choice in decoration. Couldn't they just put infographics on how to properly brush your teeth like a normal dentist?

As the thought passes by your mind, the tooth shaped door opens and out comes Hobie stumbling over his own feet. Boots stomp loudly on the tiled floors, and you immediately run towards him to catch his flailing body.

Thankfully, you catch him in time, his head falls on your shoulder as his arms fall limp on his sides. His muffled groans reverberate, making you turn towards the rushing dentist assistant with her hands frantically pushing a wheelchair that you surmise was supposed to be Hobie's ride out.

“Is everything okay?” You ask both the nurse and Hobie, who's basically laying his entire weight on you. You feel his drool leaking onto your shirt. Or his shirt for that matter.

“I'm sorry, he just launched himself out of the wheelchair!” She sighs tiredly. “He keeps saying that London needs him. And that he's Spider-Man.”

Your eyes widen for a second before fixing your expression. “...Oh,” you say, laughing nervously. You put your arms under his armpits to hold him better. But it doesn't make it any easier to carry all 6 feet and three inches of Hobie. “How did it go? Is he alright? Except for being a drama queen.” You joke so that the woman forgets what Hobie told her.

Fortunately, she chuckles. “Yeah, the procedure went well. Although, he was a lightweight with the anesthesia. Like he was out out.”

“Really?” You furrow your brows questioningly while you hobble towards the wheelchair to sit him down or your hold on him will fail since he's tethering to the side now. “I thought you might've needed more of it than less.”

“Us too, he's just a bit loopy but he'll be okay after a few hours.” She helps you put Hobie on the chair, he falls unceremoniously on it with a clatter of metal. “I suggest you drive him home.” She winces when Hobie mumbles something incoherent with a giggle right after. He looks like a happy camper.

“Yeah, for sure.” You think he looks adorable with him looking like he's high up in cloud nine. He seems fine except for his droopy eyes and mouth, and all the drool pooling in the corner of his lips. At least he's not in pain anymore. Taking a handkerchief from your jean pocket, you gently dab at the corner of his lips, to which he hums appreciatively. “Thank you, I'll take it from here.”

She smiles as she hands you the push handles of the wheelchair over to you. “Of course—oh, I almost forgot. We kind of promised him ice cream.”

“Coconut!” Hobie suddenly yells, perking up from his seat with wide eyes. The other people waiting in the room jumps from their seats. If something bad happens to him because of the anesthesia, you're going to sue this place to the ground. You place your hand on his shoulder, which he immediately calms down and looks up at you with stars in his eyes.

“Coconut ice cream to be exact.” The nurse gives you an apologetic look.

“Good thing I know where to get some.” You smile down at Hobie, only to find him boyishly smiling up at you.

“You're pretty.” He whispers breathlessly like you've taken the air from his lungs. His hand holds the back of yours, patting it softly. He looks as handsome as ever even with a cotton ball shoved in his mouth.

“Thank you, Hobs, you're pretty too.” You feel like melting on the spot as he smiles at you. “Let's go home first and then I'll get you a whole pint.” Hopefully he'll be sober by then, although you're loving his lovestruck gaze on you.

“Home?” He asks while you push him towards the exit.

“Yeah, we live together, Hobie.” You giggle, nudging the top of his head with your chin. The bells hanging above the door jingles when an attendant opens it for you. The cooling autumn air greets you and Hobie.

“Woah.” He sighs like he couldn't believe your words. “We married?”

You pause right next to the van, heart squeezing in your chest. “Oh, Hobie.” His question is the most adorable thing you've ever heard.

“Oh no,” he utters like he hurt you. Stumbling out of the chair, he turns towards you to rub your arms just like he always does whenever you need comfort.

“Sit down, Hobie, you might fall—” His hands cradling your cheeks stop you from continuing. You see his eyes well up with tears, pretty hazel eyes glimmering under the afternoon sun. “Oh, baby, don't cry.”

“We're not married?” His lips wobbles, “that's bonkers.”

“Do you want us to be—?”

“Yes.” He says before you could finish your sentence. You hold him by his waist, helping him with his balance.

You chuckle with a soft smile, hand reaching up to rub your thumb along his chin as you peck the tip of his nose. “Tell you what, we'll talk about it in the car.”

“Really?” Hobie's eyes light up. You've only seen him like this whenever he gets home early on patrol only to see you waiting for him happily.

“Yes really. We’ll feed our guests coconut ice cream.”

He drops his head back, chuckling deeply. You raise his head back up in fear of him choking on the cotton ball. Once his head is upright on his neck once again, he grins at you. “You know ‘m Spider-Man, right, love?”

Your guffaw echoes around the parking lot, “off you go in the van, Spider-Man.” Guiding him towards the van, you turn the corner to open the passenger door for him.

Hobie takes a big whiff, and you look on with an endeared smile. “I smell pine.”

“Yeah, it's the scent thing we bought at the gas station.” You point at the swinging 2d pine tree in the rearview mirror, other hand placed on the small of his back, making sure that he doesn't fall.

“I don't fancy pine.” He pouts uncharacteristically, making you clamp down your lips to quiet your giddy laughter.

“It was the only thing available. We'll get a new one, okay?” Kissing his shoulder, ready to guide him on the seat, he leans in for a proper one but you move away before he could. He pouts again, brows fully knitted together. “Sorry, but we're in public, Hobs, and you have a bloody cotton in your mouth.” You really want to kiss him, you really do, but he probably can't tell his right from his left right now.

Hobie scrunches his nose, hand reaching up his mouth but you stop him halfway before he could yank it out. “Why?” Swatting your hand away, he playfully fights with you.

You continue to fight with his long arms, you two must've looked like a couple of kids baby fighting in the middle of the parking lot with your hands slapping his own away. “Because, you can't— Hobie! You can't take it off!”

“But I want to snog you.” If it wasn't for his haze filled eyes, you'd think that he's playing with you.

“I promise you can snog me as much as you want later when you're well aware of your surroundings—!” His hands manage to grab hold each of your wrists, braceleting his fingers around them. You fight a giggle, acting like you mean business but the amusement in your eyes says otherwise. “Get in the car please.”

“You promise later?” Hobie clicks his forehead against your own. Eyes fully closed, sighing quietly.

Rubbing his back, you let him calm down from his high for a moment. “Yes, I promise—” you hear soft snores. “Are you asleep?!”

After wrangling Hobie into the passenger seat, making sure that his seatbelt is properly settled, you finally pull out of the parking lot. Once you manage to get back on the road, you glance towards Hobie, who's looking out the window with his face squished on the glass.

“You okay over there?” Patting his leg, you get his attention, and you swear he looked like he just realized you were in the car with him when his entire expression lit up like a billboard in New York. “I wish I had a camera right now.”

“What for?” He places his head on the head rest, cheek smooshed on the leather, eyes sparkling as he looks at you softly.

“To take a picture of you.”

“I want to take a picture of you.” He says softly, “a million pictures of you.”

“Can one of those pictures be with you too?” You grin, trying to focus on the road ahead instead of looking at the adorable sight next to you.

“If you want to.” His eyes flutter close, but he's clearly fighting sleep.

“Well, I want to.” You stop the car when the light turns red, a perfect opportunity to hold his hand. “You can nap if you want. I'll wake you up when we're home.”

“I want to pick flowers for you.” You swear your heart jumps out of your chest. “But only your favourites.”

“And I'll get you coconut ice cream as much as you want.”

His eyes closes to the hum of the engine. “I'll share it with you.”

“I know you will, Hobs.” Kissing the back of his hand, you let him go just as when the light turns green.

Hobie has always been sweet on you, but this time, he's beyond just being sweet. Your teeth feel like it's rotting from how incredibly saccharine he is. And you love every second of it, but you wish that the meds wear off so you could be with the same Hobie who hogs the blanket at night and who wakes you up with his cold feet against your thigh.

—

You cuddle close to Hobie whilst you feed him spoonfuls of coconut ice cream on the sofa. The anesthesia has completely worn off, sobering up to his old self. You've given him his pain meds and you've lit up a scented candle for him to relax more. Crumpet sleeps next to him, face snuggled up against his side, unbothered by everything that's happening around her. Your head finds penchant atop his chest as his palm rests above your stomach after he casually flung your shirt over his hand to feel your warmth.

“How's the pain?” You ask, while he draws patterns over your soft skin.

“Throbbin’, a three right now. Nothin' I can't handle though.” He says while you scoop out another spoonful for him. “I think they took more than one tooth.” He says while he opens his mouth for you to feed him another dollop.

“Do you want me to check?” You tease, pointing at his bottom lip with the spoon, looking up at him with a smirk.

“Maybe later,” he squeezes your nose before letting go with a chuckle. “What else did I say other than tellin' people my secret?”

“They didn't believe you anyway, thanks to the meds.” A drop of ice cream falls from the bowl down to your hand, licking it off, you let the sweet treat melt in your mouth after giving it a taste. He looks at you like you're the dessert. Smiling, you perch both of your legs on his lap, to which he just grins wider at. “You really want to know?”

“Was I that embarrassin’?” Hobie nudges the crown of your head with his nose to tell you that it's his turn to be fed. Arm pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“Blackmail worthy,” you joke, you move to take another mouthful of ice cream but he beats you to it by taking your wrist to lead the spoon towards his mouth instead. “Rude.” You giggle and he pinches your side.

“C’mon, tell me.” He wipes away a bit of cream from the corner of your lips with his thumb, which he quickly licks away, flustering you in your seat. He smirks victoriously, eyebrows raising smugly. He knows what he's done.

“Fine,” you laugh, pushing at his chest lightly. “you asked if we were married. And you cried when I said no.”

“That's… the right reaction.” He tilts his head in the same way like he's hiding a surprise for you. The last time he did this was when he got you your favourite pasta from a restaurant across the city.

You narrow your eyes at him. “What do you mean?” Your heart thuds loudly in your chest.

“Even my high self knows about it.” He side glances at you, while you're left pondering what he meant, he takes the bowl of ice cream from your hands. “My turn to feed you, lovie.”

“Hobie,” your eyes shimmers under the cinnamon smelling candle light, you hug his middle with a shaking arm. “What do you mean?”

He makes a face, shrugging while a bright smile spreads across his face. “Nothin', love.”

You laugh giddily, waking up Crumpet from her nap. “Okay then—wait, you're fucking with me aren't you?” Narrowing your eyes, you shut your mouth as he tries to feed you a scoop.

“Open up,” Hobie holds the spoon up for you, winking as you gaze at him softly. You still don't open your mouth, so with a glint in his eyes, he leans close to you, smashing his lips to yours, tasting the coconut on your lips while you laugh against his lips as the kiss turns from a playful one to a gentle, loving kiss.

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MDNI 18+

talking to older! simon riley who is your sugar daddy

mentions of: age gap (legal), vaginal sex

after retirement simon felt empty, the adrenaline gone as he was now doing small labour around the house that seemed pathetic compared to what he was used to. so now he found himself scrolling on an app to find a sweet thing to spoil with the amount of money he earned from the military. then he found you, your face barely visible in the photos except the first one. you looked like a little lamb, slightly awkward in the photos as you attempted to look sultry, your body positioned slightly awkwardly compared to the other women. though he found himself liking your profile, the idea of spoiling an awkward shy thing like you was more appealing than the other women on the app.

it first started off as a distraction, to keep his mind from going crazy as he adjusted to his new lifestyle.

casual texts were exchanged, which then led to occasional calls, then dates.

simon didn’t expect much from you, he didn’t expect any ‘sugar’, he simply enjoyed your company and had more than enough money to spend on you.

he would simply send a text after transferring money to your account - spoil yourself baby

it was the way you reacted that had him hooked, the way you called him at the end of the day sitting on your bed with your shopping bags piled up next to you. you made sure to show off each piece, giving him a little fashion show. it was probably the highlight of simon’s day, seeing his sweet thing all dolled up because of the clothes he bought you. he made sure to engage with your little fashion shows giving occasional comments and showering you with compliments.

“give me a spin luvie, want to see what the back looks like”

whatever you mentioned you would get. sometimes on the late night calls you would mention about the new dress you saw, or how it was time for you to get your hair glossed. simon made sure to provide for all of those things, after all, he couldn’t let his luvie pay for it could he?

he didn’t care about the stares he received whilst he went on a date with you, not when you were so blissfully unaware staring at him like he hung the stars in the night sky. the dates were simple, usually going to a small local diner out of town to avoid the prying eyes, though that failed many times before going on a late night drive. he found himself admiring you as you stared outside the window, one of his large tatted hand on your inner thigh, gently rubbing his thumb across your soft skin.

usually the dates would end with him dropping you off, watching as you disappeared when the front door of your house closed, leaving him alone once again. though this time he rented out a small house by the lake, a small weekend getaway from everyone. he expected some cuddles and kisses here and there, you being too shy to initiate anything. but it was quite the opposite when he walked out of the shower.

a towel wrapped lowly around his waist, his chest still dripping with water ever so slightly, his scars and tattoos exposed. and there you were, kneeling on the bed awkwardly as you fidgeted with the hem of the lingerie he first bought you. a pretty white lacey set, it reminded him of you, like a lamb.

simon was a man with needs, so when you stared at him with those big eyes and your teeth sinking down to your bottom lip how could he say no?

it’s been years since he’s touched another woman like this, let alone a sweet thing like you. his hips slamming as he pressed your knees down to your chest, bending you like a pretzel. “fuck luvie, yer lil cunnie’s gripping ‘round me.” he grunted as he watched the way your soppy hole stretched out, wrapped around him snugly as your gummy walls clenched around him.

he tried to hold back on his desires, but with the sweet little noises that left your plush lips, and the way your eyes rolled back whenever his tip nudged a sensitive spot he was slowly losing control. “fuck swee’heart yer so addicting,” his voice hoarse as he snuggled into the crook of your neck.

he felt like a wild animal rutting against you, like he had no self control.

simon has a gentleman of course, he was a man not a boy. he made sure to clean you up after, gently wiping you down with a towel whilst he whispered soft praises and reassurances as you trembled. his strong arms wrapped around you as he cradled you like the most precious thing in his life, because you were. he played with your hair until you fell asleep, whispering words of affection as his body heat kept you warm.

he made sure to put a ring on your finger after that.

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Pairing: The Front Man /Hwang In-ho x Female Reader x The Masked Officer

Requested by anon: Reader being with the frontman, and the black guard just like to tease her and get the Frontman angry. Little did he know that the frontman was watching everything and put them both in their place.

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Oral Sex, Fingering, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Unprotected Sex, Cumshots.

"Mask off."

You obeyed the Officer's command, holding your gaze to the floor as the handsome man approached you.

"How many times have you been here now, y/n?"

"Five, Sir."

"You know, I've always wondered why a pretty, little thing like you ended up here of all places."

"Does it really matter?" you asked and looked up at him defiantly.

The Officer chuckled and stepped closer to you, running his finger down your jawline. You could feel your heart racing at the closeness of his body and the gentle touch of his finger.

"I guess not. But I know why you keep returning. Is the Front Man really that good of a fuck that you continue killing people just to get his dick?"

Your eyes widened and your face heat up. How could he possibly know this?

"I-It's not like that," you whispered and lowered your head.

The Officer's eyes widened in realization and he smiled mockingly. "Oh, I see. You love him. I'm sorry to say it, sweetheart, but he will never love you back. That man's heart is cold as stone."

"And yours isn't?" you asked, looking up at him again. You known for a long time now, that he wanted you. He was always flirting with you, calling you to his office for no apparent reason, just to tease you. And you would be lying to say that he didn't have an affect on you, he was a handsome and attractive man for sure. And a part of you wanted to make the Front Man jealous, to find out if he really cared about you or not.

The Officer smiled at your question. "You're probably right. In a place like this, who has the time to care about someone? But, it can't stop one from having a little fun."

He palmed your face and you held your breath as he lowered his face to yours, his lips nearly touching yours...

"Officer, back away."

You gasped at the Front Man's voice, the Officer only let go off your face and looked at his captain with a wide smirk, not caring about the fact that his helmet was off in front of his superior officer.

"Sorry, Captain. We were just...having a little conversation."

The Front Man walked up to the two of you, placing himself behind you with his hand on your shoulder.

"I do not share my belongings, Officer. And this one belongs to me."

A pang of heat rushed through your belly at his words.

"Oh? Are you sure that's what she thinks too? That she belongs to you?"

"I know so. Because she does everything I demand of her," the Front Man replied. "Now, sit down, Officer."

The Officer glared at the Front Man but did what he ordered, knowing what the consequences would be if he disobeyed.

"Y/n. Take your clothes off."

A wave of heat rushed through your core at his words and you bit down on your lip as you glanced up at the Officer and saw the spark of interest in his eyes where he sat in his armchair with his legs crossed. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to calm your nerves. What choice did you have but to obey? And did you really want to disobey him? Opening your eyes, you held your gaze on the floor as you took of your mask and started undressing with trembling fingers, too self-conscious to meet the Officer's eyes.

In-ho smirked where he stood behind you, his dick twitching at the sight of your naked, tempting form.

You shot a glance upwards at the Officer, arousal spiking through your at the sight of his lust-filled eyes staring at your naked body.

"On your knees, y/n."

Cheeks flushed, you obeyed his command and dropped down to the floor.

In-ho smirked and lifted your chin, his voice dark and husky as he spoke again.

"Open that pretty mouth of yours."

You obeyed again, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue as the Front Man zipped down his slacks and took out his cock.

The Front Man tapped the head of his cock against your tongue. You flicked your tongue across the slit of the head, earning a breathy growl from the Front Man. Encouraged by his noises, you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. Slowly, you started bobbing your head, sliding your lips up and down his length. With each bob, you took more and more of him into your mouth until you started to gag.

"See what a good girl she is?" In-ho smirked and looked up at the Officer who kept staring at the sight in front of him. "She does everything I tell her to do. Even here. In front of you."

The Front Man grunted and grabbed your head, pressing you down on his cock and bucked his hips against your face. You choked and spluttered as his length pushed down your throat. The Front Man growled and released the grip on your head, allowing you to breathe. Gasping for air, you stared up at him and glanced over at the officer. A pang of heat rushed through your belly when you saw the cock in his hand, his brown eyes focused on you as he stroke himself.

The Front Man wrapped his hand around your throat and forced you to look at him. You gasped and stared up at the masked man.

"See how much he enjoys seeing your mouth wrapped around my cock? I bet he's gonna love seeing me ravage you."

"Please...," you whimpered, squeezing your thighs together to lighten the throbbing arousal.

"What's that?" The Front Man snickered and lowered his hand down between your legs, slipping his long finger through your wet folds and into your soaked pussy. You gasped and grabbed his arm, moaning with pleasure at finally having something inside your aching core. In-ho growled at the sensation of your spongy flesh gripping his finger and the sloppy noises your pussy was making as he moved his finger inside you.

"You're absolutely drenched. You want me inside you, little one?"

"Y-Yes, Sir...please...," you mewled, nearly sobbing as you desperately rode his finger.

The Front Man chuckled and removed his fingers, leaving you feeling empty and greedy for more. Your blurry mind was abruptly woken by his cock plunging into you from behind. Back arching and eyes widening, you looked at him over your shoulder, at the erotic sight of him crouching above you and pounding his cock into your gaping, soppy count. You caught something in the corner of your eyes and suddenly remembered the Officer was there. The sight he was giving you sent another wave of pleasure through your belly. He was still stroking himself, his pace faster now, matching the pace of The Front Man's hips. His mouth was half open, his chest heaving rapidly with breathy moans as he watched The Front Man fucking you from behind.

All of these impressions flooding your body and mind were too overwhelming, and you couldn’t control your body anymore as another gush of pleasure swept through your body. Throwing your head back, you pressed your ass back against The Front Man's hips, rutting against him erratically as your orgasm rolled like waves through your body.

In-ho growled and threw his head back at the feeling of your fluttering, clenching walls gripping his cock. He slammed into you one last time, his cock swelling and throbbing as spurts of his thick cum released into your cunt. Your eyes landed on the Officer just as he came, and a fountain of white semen erupted from his cock and painted the floor. You mewled softly at the sight, your pussy gently clenching around the Front Man's cock still lodged inside you as your body relaxed in post-orgasmic bliss. Then, you felt The Front Man's fingers in your hair and you gasped as he yanked your head back, forcing you to look at the Officer.

"This pussy will never be yours, Officer," The Front Man snarled. "You understand that? It belongs to me and I can fuck it whenever and wherever I want. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir," the Officer swallowed nervously and quickly put himself back into his jumpsuit.

"Good. Now, come along, little one. I'm not finished with you."

Face flushed with embarrassment, you stood up and scrambled your clothes together, following the The Front Man with your head bowed, already feeling the burn of his paddle on your ass.

what about hobie coming home to lover!reader seeing them wearing something soooo sheer like fit white tshirt and short shorts while the reader tried to play his guitar. hobie seeing the reader trying to play a guitar in an endearing way and wanted to teach the reader (actually wanted to teach), then sitting the reader on his lap but then caught the reader's nipple getting hard and perky, so he just decide to play with reader's nipples and finger them, reader grinding on his hard dick, hobie making them cum fully clothed

:3

Guitar lessons

Hobie Brown x gn!afab!reader

Warning/s: smut, fingering, nipple play, petnames

Entering the house, Hobie could already hear your failed attempts at playing a little tune on his guitar. He bit back a smile, finding it absolutely adorable. He made his way towards your shared room but before he fully entered, he leaned against the doorframe to watch you. The first thing he lied focus on was your outfit, just a normal, thin white t-shirt with some very short shorts, just each of these clothings exposed some of his favourite parts on you. The white t-shirt was almost see-through and he immediately found out about your lack of a bra underneath it. God, how much he loved your boobs. Then, down to the short. They were rather tight, hugging the fat of your thighs together and barely even covering anything. If he squinted his eyes, he could've sworn it was just your underwear.

See, Hobie was not a weird person, even if his actions sounded weird, he loved watching you — to see your face scrunch up as you played the wrong chord, your furrowed eyebrows and frustrated face amusing him to death. And the fact that you were so focused on the guitar that you didn't even hear or feel him leaning against the doorframe made him chuckle.

You quickly perked your head up as you finally had heard him, only to find him standing there with a smug grin. You groaned and rolled your eyes, a little smile plastered on your face.

"Havin' trouble?"

You bit the insides of your cheek as you nodded. He gave you an understanding smile before walking up to you. "Need a hand?"

Once again, you gave him a small nod.

"Y'know, 'd appreciate it if ya'd gimme some words instead"

You sighed "yes Hobart, I could use your help"

He clicked his tongue "sweet"

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And thats how you ended up on his lap, his head on your shoulder while you held his guitar. He hummed as he fixed your grasp on his guitar, his hands guiding yours so smoothly. "Play f'me, wanna 'ear what're doin' wrong"

Suddenly, you felt a bit more nervous as you started to reposition yourself, slowly playing on the guitar. He grinned widely. You had been practicing.

You hit every tune perfectly, but soonly after, your focus started to fade and your once smooth strokes against the guitar sounded like broken chords played by little kids. Feeling embarassed, your cheeks heated up thinking Hobie was disappointed in you as you didn't hear a single sound coming from him. But Hobie, oh he wasn't focusing on your play anymore. He had his hands all over you from the whole start, caressing your sides, sometimes slyly coming up to your tits. And then it clicked for the two of you.

Hobie was the reason you couldn't play right, and you were fucking desperately horny in his hands. He smirked as he innocently brushed his fingers against your hard nipples, making you stop playing and gasp loudly. "Ts, keep playin' luv" he mumbled.

"But—"

"Keep playin'" he said in a more warning tone now, and you, all putty in his hands, couldn't do more than to just obey to your lover.

So, you could do nothing more than to play for him while his hands went underneath your shirt, up to your tits. He took your nipples in-between his thumb and index finger, massaging them. And fuck, he'd be lying if the scene in his lap wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Your little pretty sounds mixing together with the tune of the guitar, making Hobie wish this was a song he could add to his playlists. You were trying to be so good for him, trying to play everything right for him while he made everything a thousand times harder for you. You tried to cover your sounds, but Hobie loved them too much — so why not add more to it?

Your fingers lazily went over the guitar strings while his own palm sneaked down to your thighs, parting them and pressing his thumb on your clothed clit. And then, suddenly, your mouth parted open, a noise so beautiful to Hobie's ears escaping your lips as it combined itself so perfectly with the tune you had accidentally played during that.

"Shit" Hobie mumbled with a smirk before his hand went down your shorts like a pervert.

"Hobie—" you whimpered, but he didn't listen as he pushed your panties aside, gliding his index finger through your wet folds. You moaned and looking down to the scene you could see his palm being covered in your tight shorts, a slight wet patch forming right by your cunt. "M'want y'to play, 'ight?"

You leaned your head back before gulping. Knowing discussing with Hobie wouldn't help at all, you did what he said, playing a few chords. His left hand was still playing with your nipple while the finger that was once teasing your hole was now inserted in you, making you jump, clench your thighs and mess up your play. "Needy, needy li'tle ting, ain't ya? Keep playin'"

"H-Hobie ngh!-.. can't!"

He halted for a second "nd why's that?"

You panted, trying to grind down on him, but his hand stopped you from doing so. "C-can't keep up t-the rythmmmhh!" You moaned the last part as his fingers went back to work, now two of them in you.

"Oh? 'S tha' so?.." he rasped

"—Think I can help ya with this one" you were about to question what he meant by that, until he started to pump his fingers into you in a rythmic beat. A loud train of curses fell off of your lips as your eyes rolled back, your ass grinding down on his hard dick which was poking into you. "Nuh uh sweets, keep playin'.. f'me. Here's the beat"

You were a moaning mess, yet still went back at your attempt of playing the right tune for him.

And this went on for a while, his fingers pinching your nipple, cupping your tits — his mouth leaving sloppy, dirty kisses on your neck and his other fingers thrusting in and out of you so perfectly. Not to forget the praise, the encouragement and the helpful advices he gave you.

"Doin' so fuckin' fine f'me.." he treated your abused cunt like his own guitar at this point, sometimes brushing his fingers on your sensitive bud.

Everytime you would stop playing, he'd encourage you to keep going instead of degrading you, he knew you wanted to be good for him, so he used it as his own weapon against you.

"C'mon luv, don't stop now, were doin' so fine f'me weren't ya? Y'wanna be good f'me, right?"

You'd just let out a broken moan as you went back to playing.

Everytime you'd accidentally press the wrong chord, or forget what you'd have to play, he'd help you.

"Nuh uh.. fingers on G baby, righ' 'ere mhh" he groaned into your ear, making your legs shake as you felt your orgasm nearing you. You had unconsciously started humping his hard dick, the feeling of it sometimes poking your pussy adding alot more pleasure to you. "Look so fuckin' good shakin' like 'at" his accent thickened and just this alone made you finally cum all into your panties for him with a loud scream. You panted and whined, finally setting the guitar aside.

Hobie muttered a few praises while kissing your jawline until he pulled away with a smug grin. He took his hands out of your panties, that now had an embarassingly large wet patch, and his hand was glistening with your cum. You blushed, turning your head around and hiding it in his neck. A chuckle was able to be heard before he stuffed his fingers into his mouth, moaning at your taste.

Not long after you calmed down from your orgasm, Hobie spoke up.

"Mind givin' me a hand now?" And oh, he was talking about that huge, thick erection that was going to destroy you all night.

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ok but if y'all ever met Hobie, would you be the kind of a person who'd jump into his arms or faint