~ Without The Mask ~

Fuck you *turns your nexo knights into a nexo dnd party*

MILES 42 Spoils you

Warnings: None.

(Dont know who the artist it but props to them. Amazing stuff)

Miles loves to spoil me. He's got plenty of money, thanks to the buyer's market for fancy gadgets and Miles' insanely smart brain, and a few choice investments. Money was no longer a problem for him. He had paid off his mothers mortgage and the only reason why Rio still worked was because she respected her own independence. 

The gift giving started off slow. The appreciation I showed fuelled his desire to gift me anything and everything. 

I started catching onto his antics and shut it down.

“You like that one Mami?” I felt Mies place his hands on my hips from behind as he peeked over my head at the small stuffed animal on display in a window.

“No,” I flatly refused, going to step away only for him to hold on tighter pulling me back. Miles was stronger than me by a long shot. So my attempt to escape was easily foiled. I could see his smirk in the reflection as he moved to encase my body in his arms resting his chin on the top of my head.

“The green or the blue?” he asked.

“Neither,” I muttered.

“Come on Mami, Which one?” he asked, dropping his head to my shoulder.

“I was just looking at the cute cashier,” I stated without thinking.

“Who the old lady?” he asked with a smirk. Looking at the cashier, I grimace slightly.

“Come on Mi Amor,” he coaxed his lips, finding himself a sweet little spot on my neck.

“Nope,” I popped the p.

“Mi vida, Hermosa, Mi Alma, Mi Amada, Cariño, Mi Reina, Bebe,” with each pet name his gentle pecks got more intimate. Trailing down my neck and sending my cheeks a flame. Finding my sweet spot rather easily my eyes widened as he started to suck on it, fully intent on forming a hickey. Pushing the pleasant shiver it sent though my body I cleared my throat. 

“Fine!” I suddenly declared. He smirked giving the spot one last peck before straightening up.

“The blue,” I muttered trying to fix my hair pretending that the kisses had not affected me in the slightest. 

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Staring at the blue teddy on our bed I huffed in defeat. 

Yet as I started to shut down his habit he found ways of literally forcing me to accept it. Whether it be teasing me to the point of acceptance or just flat out ignoring me as he bought the item. The honeymoon period of him actually listening to me diminished in less than a month. Hell I had even tried returning items, Miles caught on and started refusing the receipts when he purchased stuff. 

So I made it my mission to not go shopping with him anymore. I succeeded mostly yet sometimes he would still pop up. 

It was working to an extent. 

Until one day when we went to watch a live performance in the park with Jessica, my best friend and Shiro. I guess you could call him Miles' best friend. The performance was canceled last minute so Jessica decided that we should go shopping. I tried to refuse but Jessica was like Miles in a way. Wouldn't take no for an answer. So there we were walking through a clothing shop. Miles hung closer to me watching and waiting for any reaction I would have. Any slight hint that I liked something and his card was out. Luckily for me I had been practicing the art of deception. The whole time I kept a millstone smile on my face. Miles hated it.

“You're not fooling me with that smile,” he whispered into my ear. 

“Oh really? Well I wonder why your cards are nice and snug in that wallet that hasn't left your pocket,” I stated smugly, giving him a wink before turning back to Jessica that held a shirt to her chest asking for my opinion. 

“What's up with him?” Jessica asked, nodding to Miles who now wore a slight frown, more than usual.

“I won't let him buy me anything,” I muttered.

“I'm sorry. You're not letting him buy you stuff? Are you sick?” she asked, reaching for my forehead pretending to check my temperature.

“He gets me too much stuff,” I muttered with a small smile pushing her hand away as we walked to the other rack leaving a moody Miles behind. 

“And that's a problem, how?” she asked. “You have a sugar daddy and you're not using him,” she tisked going back to looking at things. I hated the feeling that settled in my gut at her words. I know she was just joking but it still hit me deep.

“Hey Mami, we're gonna go check out some things I'll be back,” Miles muttered, gently tapping the side of my hip as he stepped up behind me.

“Ok, meet you at the food court?” I suggested.

“In an hour?” he asked. I nodded and waved him off.

“Now that they're gone we can actually do some shopping,” Jessica said wagging her eyebrows. She dragged me straight towards Victoria's secret. I wasn't gonna lie, I had a good time. Trying things on. Looked at everything that caught my eye without the worry that Miles was gonna buy it. I even bought a nice jacket for Miles. Seeing him sitting down I walked up behind him reaching around to cover his eyes with one hand.

“Hands out,” I demanded with a smile. Miles put his phone down holding his hand out. Placing the bag in his hand I pulled my hand back wrapping my arms around his neck as he opened it. 

“What's this for?” he asked holding the jacket up. 

“What can't I spoil my man?” I asked, giving his cheek a quick peck before sitting down next to him. He chuckled lowly at my words absolutely loving how I called him ‘my man’

The next day I got back from work walking into our apartment.

“Miles, I’m home,” I called out rounding the kitchen and stopping upon seeing a pile of bags on the dinner table. 

“Hey mami,” he called from the couch, keeping his eyes on the television.

“Miles,” I sighed, already knowing what was in those bags. 

“I really don't see what the big deal is,” he shrugged, already knowing what my sigh was for.

“Miles,” my tone was more serious now, it snapped slightly and my anger appeared. Miles' head tilted to the side slightly at it. I rarely held this tone. But I had had enough. It was getting out of hand. Miles and I rearly fought. And our fights were mostly me ranting and Miles using a calm tone as he listened. 

“What's that tone for?” he asked. 

“You know what it's for,” I snapped, chucking my bag on the table looking over it all. Hearing the TV shut off I refused to turn around as he approached me.

“Mami,” he whispered.

“Don't Miles, I'm mad at you right now,” I shook my head walking away from him.

“Babe, come on,” he sighed.

“No Miles, you just don't listen, do you know how frustrating that is?” I ranted ripping my scarf off.

“It's not like you listen to me all the time,” he shrugged, leaning against the door frame of our room. My head snapped to him in a glare that had him sighing again.

“What's got you so wound up. Huh?” he asked softly. That stupid soft understanding tone. That one that held no anger. That's why I hated arguing with him. He never got angry. Never. Frustrated maybe.

“Jessica called you my sugar daddy,” I whispered under my breath, kicking off my shoes.

“Sugar Daddy. Well I like the sound of that,” he mused with a small smirk.

“Miles,” I huffed.

“Aight aight. Lo siento,” he held his hands up in defense.

“So am I gonna have to pry what's bothering you out of ya or?” he trailed off.

“I don't want you to think I'm with you just because of your money. I don't like it, it's so fucken stupid and it makes me feel sick,” I continued to rant moving about the room.

“Mami, hey hey, come er,” he walked forward gently grabbing me, pulling me out of my pacing. His hands rubbed up and down my upper arms as he whispered to me in spanish trying to calm me down.

“Why would you ever think that?” he asked with a frown.

“It's not just me. Other people say it,” I muttered.

“Did those other people know that you were with me when I had a whole total of two dollars to my name. Where my idea of an expensive date was a trip down to the seven eleven and a push bike ride to the lookout?” he asked reminiscing on when we had first gotten together. 

“Well no,” I muttered.

“And do they know that you work an honest job and against my wishes pay for your own things. That you pay for what you think is half the rent when really I already bought the apartment and put that money into a savings account that I would have told you about when we had our first kid so you wouldn't stress about buying stuff for em?” my eyes widened slightly at Miles casually mention of not only lying to me about the rent but the talk of a kid. I should be really angry at him for lying to me. But all that was running through my head was a kid. 

“You want kids?” I asked softly. We had never talked about kids before.

“Who wouldn't want a little you runnin round?” he asked with a small smirk. My chest flushed with warmth at the sincerity in his eyes. 

“Why don't you?” he asked.

“Of course I wan- No wait. I'm getting distracted. You've been lying to me! MIlES!” I snapped.

“Mi amor you're angry, How about  we calm down,” He suggested his arms moving to encompass me.

“No, I will not calm down,” I huffed trying to get out of his hold.

“Ok,” he shrugged before tipping us back, myself hitting the bed and him flopping down atop me.

“Miles!” I yelled trying to wiggled out from under him.

“Hum?” he hummed, not moving an inch. 

“God you can be so frustrating,” I huffed, giving up on my struggle. 

“I'll get up when you calm down,” he muttered simply. I gave one last shake before huffing again. 

“You know I read somewhere that adults who can't accept people buying nice stuff for them is because when they were a kid their parents would say stuff was too expensive. Messed with the kids mind and made them think they aren't worthy of being gifted stuff,” Miles mumbled. Hearing that my mind instantly snapped back to when I was young. Money was tight growing up. My parents tried their best to shield it from me but I was smart enough. Seeing my parents so worried about paying rent, I guess it could have left a mark.

“Stop trying to be smart,” I huffed. Miles was smart. Crazy smart. As in genius einstein smart. 

“You deserve the world Mami. And I'm the one that's gonna give it to ya,” he whispered softly.

“I don't need the word Miles. I only need you,” I whispered my arms moving around to hug him, my hand gripping the back of his shirt. Rolling us onto our sides he shifted me up so we were looking at each other. 

“Who else am I gonna spend my money on huh? I send a bunch to charities. I look after my mum as much as she will let me. At least you let me buy you stuff,” he muttered.

“Let you?” I propped an eyebrow.

“Yes Mi Vida. You let me, even though you try not to,” he grinned. I sighed, shaking my head reaching up to grab his face.

“I love you Miles. I love YOU, Not your money. Not this apartment. I would love you if you had not one penny to your name. You know that right?” I asked. I wanted him to know it. I needed him to know. For a long time he simply stared at me. In his mind he wondered what he had done to deserve the love of such an amazing woman. He knew I didn't care whether or not he had money. But the main reason why he did what he did, why he sold his tech was to make a life free of such worries.

“I know,” he whispered, his own hand reaching up to cup my face. “ So let me spoil you. The whole reason I did it all was to make a life free of the worry of money. To make a good life for us,” he whispered honestly. I pressed my lips together. He had a point.

“Fine. but only once a month,” I huffed.

“Once a month?” he asked, pretending to be appalled.

“Fine once a week,” I muttered. He grinned, pulling me into a sweet kiss. I smiled, trailing my finger down his chin as he pulled back.

“Say, you busy this evening?” he asked.

“Why?” I asked.

So there I sat. On the handlebars of Miles' old push bike. In one hand I held a slushy. I wore the biggest smile on my face as we rode through the town, my hair gently billowing in the wind. Looking back I caught a glimpse of one of Miles' genius true smiles. A smile so wide and toothy that it showed his dimples. 

“You wanna know something?” I asked, turning back to the front. He hummed, signaling for me to continue.

“This has got to be the best date yet,” I said. 

“I guess it's alright,” he mused.

Hobie & Pavitr 🕷️🕸️ my two favs

Kurhea and Jack showing up in the same spinoff manga....ow itagaki I know what your doing

Oldman, you better give them a chapter together in the new manga

🌶️ phone sex with hobie

warnings: praise and a little degradation, phone sex, voice kink, mutual masterbation, guiding. fem!reader x slightly dom!hobie.

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You huffed, laying on your back in your bed, your hands on your stomach. You were thinking about Hobie, how much you missed his laugh, his smile, the way his eyes hung low after a blunt, the way he fucked you senseless. Just before he left, too. Your hands snake down your stomach, breaking the barrier of your waist band as you dipped your fingers into your already wet folds, teasing your entrance the way Hobie would, trying to simulate him doing it. You rubbed tight circles into your clit, your breath catching a little. It wasn't the same.

You needed his voice encouraging you. You pulled your hand away, reaching over and grabbing your phone, clicking on Hobies contact and pressing call. You pressed it against your ear and no more than three rings, he picked up.

"You aight, doll? Wha's wit' the sudden call?" He murmured down the line, his almost tired voice sending shivers down your spine and wetness to your panties.

"m'okay, I just wanted to hear you. How's anomaly hunting going?" Your hand dipped back down into your panties, your breath catching in your throat, but thankfully he didn't notice.

"Fuckin' long, babe. I'sa mad annoying one. Jus' won't stay still enough fo' me to catch it." He grumbled, the eyeroll practically in his tone. He grunted softly, slinging on his web as he climbed buildings to find the anomaly.

The noise made you let out a shaky breath, one he noticed. One he recognised from when he'd whisper things into your ear whilst slowly but deeply thrusting into you.

"Oh? Ya' havin' fun there, babe?" He teased, his annoyance turning into amusement as he sat on a building.

"Fuck- Hobie. Keep talkin'. Please." You whispered, pushing your shorts off your body hastily before immediately going back to twirling tight circles into your clit.

"Ohh. Is my baby needy? Is tha' pretty pussy missing me?" He cooed with faux sympathy, his filthy mouth making your toes curl.

"Yes..shit, yes. I miss you s'bad, bee. Keep thinkin' about how you fucked me before you left." You mewled, quickening your pace on your clit.

"Yeah? I fucked you good, didn' I? Pretty lil' pussy was jus' callin' out to me, wasn' she? Miss splittin' you open on me, baby." He muttered, his voice teasing. You moaned out of pure desperation, "Go slow f'me, yeah? Slow circles, baby." He cooed, grinning when you whine, but he knows you listened. You always listened.

"I need you so bad, Hobie. How long are y'gonna be?" You whimpered, doing teasingly slow circles to your clit, biting your lip.

"Dunno, luv. Jus' keep rubbing tha' cunt for me, hm? You're such a good girl. So fuckin' needy for me, huh? Can' get enough. Its pathetic." He murmurs, sucking in a harsh breath of his own as he stroked his cock in an alley way to your sounds, picturing and matching your pace.

You dropped your head back, moaning into the phone. "Can I go faster? Please? S'not enough." You whimpered, and he tutted.

"Tsk. Yeah, go faster, doll. Fuck that pussy like I would." He encouraged, his own groan slipping out as he fastened his pace.

"Aren't you - oh..mh. Aren't you supposed to be catching an anomaly?" You muttered to him, your legs closing around your hand as your hips buck, nearing to the edge.

"Wha' wit' ya moaning my name in my ear? Ya think my focus is that good? Nah. Got hard the second I saw ya name on my phone. Wish I was there. Kissin' my way up ya thighs, pullin' them skimpy lace shits you call panties down. Put ya legs over my shoulder n wouldn't stop eating that pretty pussy till I feel like ya ready for my dick, ease you down on me 'fore I fuck ya dumb. Would ya like that, pretty baby? Hm? Me stretchin' you n fillin' you up, making you all mine. Bet ya fuckin' would." Fucking hell, he's filthy. Shamelessly too.

You mewled, nodding your head even though he couldn't see.

"Use ya words, doll. Would you like me fuckin' that tight pussy? You wan' it from the back wit' ya face in the pillow so you can moan as loud as you wan'? Wha' about missionary so I can see that pretty face stained with tears cause I'm fuckin' you so good, mh? Oh, fuck. You ontop, tryna fuck ya'self onto me, unable to feel as good as ya do when I do it. No one can fuck you like I can, sweet girl. My dick reaches places you didn't even know ya had." His words started off rough but they progressed to more desperate sounding.

"Fuck- Hobie, m'gonna cum. Can I? Please...fuck, feels s'good." You whimpered down the line, a guttural groan rumbled from his throat.

"Fuckin' come f'me, pretty girl. Make a mess of those sheets." He encouraged, holding his breath a little as he hears your high pitched, drawn out moan as you crash into your orgasm, babbling incoherently as he hummed along like he understands.

"Mhm. There you go, baby...such a good girl. Makin' a mess f'me and I ain't even there." He cooed gently from his side, talking you through it. He let out a small hiss, tumbling over the edge too. "Such a waste. All tha' cum I could've painted your tight cunt wit'..mh." He grunted.

"Fuck this anomaly. I'm comin' home, sweet girl."

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Art Recap 2023

Hello everyone, it's me HoneyTang. This year is so emotional for me, some time sad sometimes is good but I think I like it 😊 I'm so glad to see you guys like my artwork, I hope next year will bring some fun things. Thank you for reading until the end. Have a great celebration day.🎉

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