#And she doesn't know how to express them without sounding needy

[visionsofmagic]

◜ mk1 men using their powers while f*cking you ◞

▸ includes: reptile, sub zero, scorpion [mk1 versions] ◂

▸ tags: nsfw content, explicit language, inappropriate usage of power/abilities, f!reader, kind of drabble, short, canon as possible as I can, licking, watching, petnames, fingering, edging, human form!syzoth, rude and sharp!sub zero, lover!mk1 characters, brat!reader, heat, cold. enjoy! ◂

▸ notes: watched 4+ hours cutscenes of mortal kombat 1 game and well, kind of fall in love with 80% of mk1 characters, so, couldn't help but write for a few of my fav characters from the game. requests open for the mk1 characters as well & have fun while reading, thank u! ^^ [can publish part 2 of this if you would like too!]

REPTILE is a shy lover. he finds himself trying to hide his nature whenever you two have sex not to hurt you because he knows you’re still fragile even though you try to believe otherwise. he never transforms into his reptile form while fucking you, so hard for him to do that but he would rather endure than hurting you in any way. however, that doesn’t mean he lacks fun and any sort of kinks in sex, no, contrary to that, syzoth has a kinky personality that allows him to like watching you, both as general and in bed - he can’t help, especially not when you’re so beautiful leaning on the bed you two are sharing, trying to give yourself pleasure with your fingers while screaming his name because he is away for a mission as you still believe - not knowing when he will return but here he is, standing right in front of you, watching how your fingers disappear inside your folds, going in and out, mouth agape, moaning his name over and over again as if they’re his fingers - or even his cock inside your walls. he likes how you miss him enough to do all of these. 

invisible to your eyes, he watches you until he’s sure you’re so close to the edge, then, chuckling teasingly, he appears slowly, giving you a heart attack right there but you forget all about it when his fingers replace yours, smirking like a brat, green eyes position on your pretty face as he looks at you fondly. 

“you’re so needy for me that you can’t wait for a few hours until I return, is that it, pretty?” he chuckles, head tilting and he listens to your pleases like they’re the prettiest sound he has ever heard. he makes you cum, more than once because he says, “if that is the case, I will fuck my pretty girl so deep that she will never forget it even when I leave.” 

SUB ZERO is not gentle at all when it comes to having sex with him. he prefers to make you remember who you belong to, whose name you’re screaming, and who makes your legs shake in weakness because he fucks you that good. he doesn’t think about what a kink is in detail but he knows he has a few and he uses them with you without hesitation. you like them as he understands from the voices you make, the expressions your face has, and cumming all over him without announcing because you can’t hold them any longer.

he knows he shouldn’t use any of his abilities while fucking you but he can’t help. he breaks his discipline side and uses them anyway from time to time while having sex with you; decreasing his body temperature when he fucks you behind, kneeling down until your naked back touches his bare chest so that you get close to cum, feeling a sense of chill.

he does that with some parts of his body either; his fingers when they travel on your body, in your mouth, between your thighs and holes - the tip of his tongue when it enters your pussy, making you lose your mind. he even changes its temperature from time to time only to earn the sounds you can't think you're making. he doesn't stop with his attempts of fucking you 'till you have a non-functional brain because of only him - his thick cock, the way he fucks you into oblivion and not holding himself back from using his abilities to his advantage to make you realize only he can fuck you like this. he's fond of your screams after all, begs that want him to stop because it's too much for you to handle go to deaf ears - not even when it's as cold as under a frozen surface of a deep sea.

"so cold, huh?" scoffs, humiliating your pathetic condition, "what were you thinking anyway whore?" he asks, poison in his voice, deep. "think that I would hold back because you beg so nicely?" laughs, holds your hair tightly as he fucks you from behind. "they're only praying for me to go deeper, my pretty slut." and he does - going deeper and colder each passing time and you only can take it all - you're his own pet to enjoy in the end.

SCORPION is a cute lover. he doesn't hurt you in any way as possible as he can, protecting you at all cost, keeping his fire at a minimum level whenever you're around - except while fighting of course. he never uses his abilities against you but oh, he can't deny that he loves it when you are a total brat, asking him to do such naughty things in bed, including using his fire to make intimate sessions more intense than it is needed - you both need it as you say, believing you can endure it and in the end, he accepts your pleases, allowing himself adjoining a few things he can do without hurting you.

firstly, he just uses it on his tongue when it enters your wet pussy, licking from your inner thighs to inside, giving you euphoria. he makes sure not to burn you, enjoying by himself too after seeing how turned on you are in these moments. he is a man who wants to please his lover more than himself in the first place - a gentleman. then, it begins with these simple pleasure times - it evolves into something that even you can't imagine happening and it takes you a long time to realize how scorpion has begun to his abilities on you in order to turn you on often; the cute lover discovers how you're affected by heat - in general, so, he thinks a way to make your heat go up without noticing he's the one who is doing it by increasing his body's heat as he comes near you, giving you hotness you can't ignore and start taking off your clothes one by one.

of course he acts innocent, asking how he can help you, and then smirking, saying how he makes you hot by just standing beside you. catching you in a trap with all his desires to have you, he reaches his plan's top point when you have a sports bra and shorts on your body and nothing else. oh, how he feels a kind of achievement when you agree with him, being naked and having one of the best fucking in your entire life to get rid of your heat after getting horny because of being exposed in front of the man you love. 

"my love, you give me a heat even my own power can't give; you have no idea how I am burning for you." he smiles down at you, eyes burning with sparkles of fire, "oh - beautiful, the most beautiful thing in the whole universe I have ever seen. let me burn you the way you are doing to me, my love."

[badathumanemotions]

Needy

Elle Greenaway x Gender Neutral Reader

MDNI Master List Category: Smut CW: Afab Reader, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Dom/Sub, Vibrator, Mirror Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Aftercare. WC: 4,213 You've been needy all day for Elle, following her around like a lost puppy. Until finally she takes pity on you. (Not Proof Read)

You've been trailing behind Elle all day, your eyes fixed on her every move. Currently she's engrossed in her book, her fingers gently holding the book open, her eyes scanning the words. You wish those eyes would look at you, even for a moment, to acknowledge the silent plea you've been sending her way. Your body craves her touch, a craving that's been growing stronger as the day went on.

You hover at the edge of the couch, unsure if you should disturb her. It's like you're a lost puppy, hoping she'll drop her book and come over to pet you, to give you the attention you so desperately need. You've tried to be patient, to let her have her space, but it's becoming increasingly difficult.

Elle's eyes flick up from the pages, meeting yours briefly before returning to her book. She knows. She's been watching you, observing your restlessness, the way you've been trying to get her attention without actually saying a word. It's a silent dance the two of you have been doing all day, and she's enjoying it.

But now, as the shadows grow longer with the setting sun, she senses the urgency in your gaze. She sets her book down, creating the sound of pages slapping together. "You've been needy today" she says. She doesn't make it a question, but you nod anyway.

Elle motions for you to come over to her with a crook of her finger, the gesture stirring something in you. You feel your heart quicken, the anticipation of what's to come pulsing through your veins. You obey without a second thought, crossing the room to stand in front of her.

"On your knees," she says firmly. You drop to your knees, looking up at her with wide eyes that beg for more. She smiles, a knowing smile that tells you she's going to give you what you want, but on her terms.

Her hand reaches out to stroke your cheek, the softness of her touch setting your skin on fire. You lean into it, savouring the sensation, your eyes fluttering shut.

"What do you need, baby?" she asks. The question hangs in the air, loaded with meaning, a silent invitation for you to open up, to tell her exactly what it is that you crave.

You suddenly turn shy, not answering. Your cheeks flush and you drop your gaze to the floor. You're not used to being so forward, but today you're desperate for her.

Elle wasn't having it. She cups your chin, tilts your head back up to meet her gaze. "Tell me," her voice a command.

You swallow hard, trying to find the words to express the desire that's been consuming you. "I… I want to taste you," you finally manage to say, your voice barely a whisper.

Elle's smile widens, a hint of amusement sparkling in her eyes. "And why should I let you?" she challenges. Enjoying the power play, how you squirm under her scrutiny.

You promise to be good, to do anything she asks, to give her what she wants in return. The words spill out of your mouth, earnest and hopeful. You've never felt so vulnerable, but with her, it's safe to be this exposed.

Elle's eyes narrow slightly, considering your proposal. She leans back into the couch, watching you intently. "Anything?" she repeats, raising an eyebrow.

You nod fervently, your eyes steady on hers. "Anything," you reaffirm.

With a smirk, Elle says, "That's a dangerous thing to promise, sweetheart," before commanding you to strip.

You stand up, your hands shaking slightly as you pull your shirt over your head, you drop it to the floor, leaving you topless and in jeans. She watches you, her eyes raking over your body, as you undo the button and slide the zipper down. Your legs feel wobbly as you push your jeans down your thighs, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. Your panties are the last to go, leaving you bare before her.

She doesn't say anything, just continues to watch as you get onto your knees. You know what she wants, what she expects.

Elle rises from the couch with the grace of a panther, her movements slow and deliberate. She takes a step closer to you, and you can feel the heat radiating from her body. She places a hand on your shoulder, her fingers digging in just enough to make you aware of her strength, of the power she holds in this moment.

With the other hand, she unbuttons her pants and slides them down her long, toned legs. You watch, entranced, as she steps out of them, leaving herself in just a pair of panties and a white tank top.

Elle sits back down on the couch, spreading her legs open in a gesture that leaves no room for doubt. She's giving you access, inviting you in. You can see the dampness on her underwear, a sign of her arousal. Your mouth waters at the sight.

Without wasting another moment, you dive in, pressing your face between her thighs. The fabric of her panties is soft against your skin, but it's the scent of her, musky and sweet, that makes you go wild. You begin licking her through the fabric.

Even with the barrier of her underwear, you're more determined than ever to give her pleasure. You run your tongue along the seam, feeling her heat, her legs quiver slightly. You know she's enjoying it, but you want more. You want to taste her, to hear her moan, to feel her shudder with every touch of your mouth.

Summoning your courage, you gently push the fabric aside with your thumb. The skin beneath is hot and slick with anticipation. You hesitate for a moment, waiting for her reaction. When she doesn't protest, you take it as your cue. Your tongue darts out, tasting her for the first time.

You hmm happily as you lick and suck, her desire coating your mouth. Your eyes close in pleasure as you explore her folds, your nose bumping into the warmth of her sex. Her hand finds your hair, guiding you, urging you deeper.

Elle's breath hitches, and she lets out a low moan that vibrates through you, making your own arousal spike. You can feel yourself becoming pussy drunk, intoxicated by her taste, her scent, her response. Your own wetness begins to drip down your thighs as you eagerly devour her.

Her hips start to rock slightly, guiding your movements, setting the rhythm. You follow her lead, sucking harder, your tongue flicking and swirling around her clit. The sound of your wet mouth on her flesh fills the room, punctuated by her gasps and whimpers.

With both hands, you grip her hips firmly, your nails digging into her skin. The pressure you apply leaves faint white lines that stand out against her tanned skin. You can feel her muscles tighten beneath your fingers as she pushes against your face, grinding into your mouth.

You switch between quick, delicate kitten licks and sloppy, obscene slurping, your tongue swirling around her clit in a dance of pleasure. You're lost in lust, the only thing that matters is her satisfaction.

Elle's hand tightens in your hair, pulling you closer as she nears her climax. Her thighs clench around your head, trapping you in a vice. You don't mind; you crave it, the feeling of her body responding to your every touch.

When she finally cums, it's with a guttural moan that fills the room. Her body shakes, her hips bucking up to meet your mouth as she rides the wave of pleasure. But even as her orgasm subsides, you can't stop. You're lost in the taste of her.

Elle's grip on your hair loosens, and she pants heavily, her chest rising and falling. She's sensitive now, but you're relentless. You keep licking, savouring her taste. She squirms under you, her legs twitching.

You can feel her starting to build again, her breath catching. She whispers, "Fuck, don't stop," and you don't. Your tongue swirls around her clit, pressing firmly before moving down to taste her deeper. You're insatiable, driven by a hunger that's only grown with each of her moans.

Her legs tighten around your head, her nails scratching at your back as you lick and suck, your tongue delving into her wetness. The sound of her breathing changes, becomes ragged, her body arching off the couch. She's close, so close, and you want to push her over the edge again.

Your tongue works in tandem with your fingers, slipping inside her, feeling her clench around you. The walls of her pussy pulse with each thrust, her juices coating your hand. You feel her orgasm building, the way her muscles tense, the way her breath turns into panting.

Elle's hands are in your hair, guiding you, her nails scraping at your scalp. It's a delicious kind of pain that only adds to the intensity of the moment. You can feel her getting closer, her hips jerking against your face, her moans growing louder.

You love when she grinds her hips against your mouth, when she takes her pleasure from you so unabashedly. It's a power play and you're all too happy to be the one serving her needs. Her legs tense around you, trapping you in place as she uses your mouth for her own pleasure.

Her moans become more erratic, her breathing hitches, and you know she's close. With a final, guttural cry, she comes again, her body shaking with the force of her climax. You don't stop, though, you keep licking and sucking, her pleasure your own. Your own pussy is throbbing now, begging for attention, but you ignore it, focusing solely on her.

Elle's grip on your hair loosens, and she slumps back into the couch, panting. But you're not done yet. You keep going, your tongue relentless as it laps at her clit, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm quiver through her. She's so sensitive now, every touch sends a new ripple of pleasure through her body.

Her hands come up to cover her face, muffling the sounds she makes. You can feel her thighs quiver against your cheeks, and you know she's trying to hold back. But you won't let her. You want to hear her scream, to feel her shake with pleasure.

Your tongue doesn't stop, it keeps moving in the same pattern, the one that brought her to the brink before. You're relentless, your mouth working tirelessly as you push her towards another climax.

Elle's hips jerk upward, her hands now gripping the couch cushions. She's trying to find purchase, trying to anchor herself as the waves of pleasure threaten to overwhelm her. But you won't let her escape. Your hands hold her hips in place, keeping her open to your relentless mouth.

The familiarity of the sensation sends her spiralling, her body responding instinctively. You feel her building again, her muscles tightening around your fingers. She's so close, and you can't help but feel a sense of pride at how quickly you've brought her to this point.

With one final, hard suck, her body tenses and she cums again, her pussy contracting around your fingers, juices spilling onto your hand. You drink her in, savouring every drop, her taste like a drug you can't get enough of.

Elle's legs fall apart, and you pull away, panting, your face glistening with her arousal. You look up at her, and she's watching you with hooded eyes, her chest heaving. "Good girl," she murmurs.

You lean back on your heels, feeling the warmth of your own need between your legs. "Elle," you breathe, "I need you now."

Her eyes narrow. "You're lucky I love that talented mouth of yours," she says. "Or else I'd punish you for being so greedy."

You whine slightly, your cheeks reddening. You know she's playing with you, but the words send a thrill through your body. "Please, Elle," you beg. "I need you."

Elle gives you a look that makes your insides flutter. "Go," she says. "Get on the bed. On your knees. And wait for me."

You scurry to the bedroom, your heart racing with excitement. You crawl onto the bed, knees sinking into the soft mattress, and position yourself at the edge.

Elle's command echoes in your mind: "Wait for me." It's torture, but you obey, your hands resting on your thighs, resisting the urge to slide between your legs.

Elle walks into the bedroom, her shirt now gone, revealing a simple black bra that compliments her damp panties. Her nipples are hard points pushing against the fabric, and her skin glows from the heat of her arousal. She's a vision of desire, and you can't help but stare.

Her eyes lock onto yours, and she smirks, then crosses the room to the dresser. She opens the top drawer, and you hold your breath. Your eyes widen as she pulls out a magic wand vibrator, the sight of it making your clit throb.

Elle saunters over to the bed, dropping it onto the mattress before walking to the free-standing mirror in the corner of the room. She positions it so that it reflects the entirety of the bed, allowing you to see every inch of yourself as she takes you apart.

Her gaze meets yours in the reflection as she orders you off your knees and into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. The authority in her voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you do as you're told. She settles in behind you, her hands on your shoulders, guiding you lean against her.

Her legs tangle with yours, forcing them apart, exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air of the room. You lean back into her, feeling her warmth, her breath on your neck as she presses kisses below your ear. Her thighs are firm, keeping you open, vulnerable to whatever she has in store.

"Look," she whispers in your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "Look at how desperate you are." Her hand cups your mound, her thumb circling your clit lazily. Your eyes widen as you watch yourself in the reflection, your cheeks reddening.

Elle's fingers dip lower, teasing your wet folds. They slide through your slickness with ease, and you can't help but gasp at the sensation. She takes her time, exploring every inch of you with gentle strokes that make you squirm.

Her touch is light, maddening, as she traces your slit from bottom to top, never quite touching your clit, which is now swollen and begging for attention. You can feel her watching you in the mirror, her eyes taking in every twitch and quiver of your body.

Elle brings her wet fingers up your stomach, painting a path of your desire on your skin. You hold your breath as she reaches your chest, your heart pounding in anticipation. She circles one of your nipples, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You arch into her touch, silently begging for more.

She picks up the magic wand vibrator from the bed. You watch in the mirror as she flicks it on to the lowest setting, the head buzzing gently. She brings it to your chest, and you jump at the sudden sensation. She smirks, then moves it down your torso, the vibrations leaving trail of tingles in it's wake.

Elle traces the toy around your navel, watching as your stomach muscles jump. She teases the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, moving closer and closer to your pussy, but never quite touching it. You can feel the tension building, the anticipation making your legs shake.

Her eyes watch carefully as she drags the vibrator up the insides of your thighs, each pass bringing it closer to where you need it most. You're panting now, your chest heaving with each shallow breath. She knows exactly what she's doing, and she's enjoying every second of it.

Elle finally holds the vibrator to your clit, and you jolt at the intense sensation. It's like lightning directly to your core, and you can't help the loud moan that escapes your lips. She presses it harder, holding you steady as your body tries to buck away from the pleasure.

You watch in the mirror as her hand works the vibrator, moving it in slow, deliberate strokes. Each pass sends a shiver through your body, your pussy clenching in response. She increases the speed, the buzzing growing louder. The vibrations travel through your entire being, setting your nerves alight.

And then she whispers "You're such a needy little slut, aren't you?". You nod, unable to form coherent words, your eyes locked on the mirror.

Her breath tickles your neck as she says, "You love it when I make you beg, don't you?" Each word dripping with lust.

You whimper, nodding, unable to form words as she continues her sweet torment. "You're such a greedy little thing," she taunts. "Always so eager for more, so desperate for my touch."

The moment your eyes slide shut, her other hand comes up to grip your cheeks harshly. "Keep your eyes open," she commands. "Or I'll stop touching you."

Your eyes fly open, and you let out a whine of protest, but you obey. In the mirror, you can see the smug look on her face, the glint of victory in her eyes. She knows she has you, that you're under her spell.

"That's what I thought," she states. "Now, let's see how much of a greedy slut you really are." She increases the speed of the vibrator, and you can't help but moan louder, your body trembling with the effort of holding still.

The vibrations are intense, and your pussy is so sensitive now, each stroke sending pleasure through your body. You're so close, so fucking close. You can feel it building, the tension coiling.

And then, with a whine, it hits you. Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, your body jerking and trembling from the force of it. Your eyes squeeze shut despite her command, but she doesn't stop. She keeps the vibrator pressing against your clit, making the sensation even more overwhelming.

"Eyes on the mirror," she orders, her voice firm. You force your eyes open, looking into the mirror. Your face is a mask of ecstasy, your mouth open in a silent scream. You can see your own eyes, glazed over with pleasure.

Elle cranks the vibrator up to its highest setting, and the buzzing turns into a high-pitched whine. You brace yourself for the intensity, but it's nothing compared to the pleasure that consumes you when she presses it back against your clit.

"Too much," you gasp out, your voice shaking. "Elle, it's too much." But even as you say the words, you arch into the sensation, your body begging for more. She doesn't ease up, instead, she uses her free hand to spread your folds, giving the vibrator better access.

Elle's voice is a dark chuckle in your ear. "Is it? Is it really, baby?" she mocks. "If you're going to act like a needy slut you're going to be treated like a needy slut." She emphasizes her point with a particularly hard press of the vibrator.

You can't argue with her. You can't even think straight. Your eyes are glued to the mirror, watching your pussy quiver with each pulse of the toy. It's mesmerizing, the way your body responds to her, the way you're spread open for her viewing pleasure.

All that comes out of your mouth are incoherent sounds of pleasure. Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes glazed with lust as you watch her manipulate your body. You're a moaning mess, unable to get an intelligible word out.

Elle's grip on the vibrator doesn't falter, stroking it up and down, hitting all the right spots. She's relentless, pushing you closer and closer to another peak. "Again," she whispers in your ear. "I want to see you come again."

Your body responds to her command, your pussy pulsing. You try to resist, but it's no use. The pleasure is too intense, too overwhelming. You feel your climax trigger, your muscles tightening, your breath coming in short gasps.

You feel a sharp smack on your clit. Your eyes fly open in shock and pain. In the mirror, you see Elle's hand come down again, slapping your pussy firmly. "I told you to keep your eyes open," she says, her voice stern. You hadn't even realized you closed your eyes.

The sting quickly turns to pleasure, and you bite your lip to keep from screaming. The vibrator is still pressed to your sensitive nub, the high setting making it feel like it's vibrating through your entire body. You can't help but push into it.

Elle's hand is steady, her eyes on the mirror, watching your every reaction. She's a master at reading your body, knowing exactly when you're about to break. You can feel the tension coiling again, tightening in your stomach. It's unbearable, the way she brings you to the brink and then pulls back, only to push you over again.

Then she bites down on the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. The pain is sharp, surprising, and you cry out, your body arching back into hers. It's a sensitive spot, one she knows drives you wild. The combination of pain and pleasure sends you spiralling, and you orgasm for the third time.

Your pussy clenches, your juices spilling onto the bed beneath you. The sheets are soaked, the fabric sticking to your skin. If you had the capacity for embarrassment, you'd be mortified, but right now all you can feel is the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.

"Elle, I can't take anymore," you whine, your voice high and desperate. Your body is a live wire, each touch threatening to send you over the edge again. But she doesn't relent.

"You can, and you will," she whispers in your ear, the vibrations from the wand not missing a beat. The words resonate through your core, and you feel yourself submitting to her once more. You're hers to play with, to bring to climax as many times as she desires.

The next orgasm hits like a freight train, and with it come a series of smaller ones, like aftershocks. Each one more intense than the last, making your body convulse and quiver uncontrollably. You can't believe how sensitive you are, how much she's turned you into a quivering mess of pleasure.

Elle's voice is low and seductive in your ear, "One more, baby. Make it count." Her words echo in your mind as you struggle to hold on to reality. The vibrator is a constant, unyielding presence, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every stroke.

Your eyes lock onto hers in the mirror, and you can see the challenge in them. You want to prove to her that you can take it, that you can handle whatever she gives you. The desire to please her is stronger than any discomfort.

With a final surge of willpower, you push back into the vibrator, riding the wave of pleasure as it crashes over you again. Your scream fills the room, a mix of pleasure and pain as you come for what is possibly the 7th time.

As your body goes limp, Elle finally pulls the vibrator away, leaving your clit throbbing and your legs shaking. You collapse against her, utterly exhausted. She wraps her arms around you, her chuckles vibrating against your back.

"Good little slut," she murmurs, her breath warm on your neck. The phantom buzz of the toy lingers, making your pussy twitch. You lean into her, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. She's so strong, so in control, and you can't help but feel completely owned by her.

Elle gently helps you up the bed, arranging the pillows so that you're propped up comfortably. Your limbs feel like jelly, but her touch is firm and sure, guiding you into place. You can't help but lean into her, craving the warmth and security she offers after that intense experience.

Her eyes soften as she looks at you, a hint of concern in her expression. "Are you okay?" she asks, her voice gentle. You nod, still trying to catch your breath, and she smiles before heading to grab supplies.

Elle returns with a warm, damp cloth, which she uses to gently wipe away the sweat and arousal from your thighs and pussy. She's careful not to cause any more stimulation, and her touch is soothing, almost maternal.

As she tends to you, you can't help but stare at her in awe. The way she moves with such confidence, the way she wields pleasure and pain so masterfully, it's intoxicating. You're struck by just how deeply you feel for her, how much you trust her to give you what you need.

When she's done cleaning you up, Elle leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, before finally capturing your lips. It's a gentle kiss, filled with affection, leaving you humming with content.

[madhatterbri]

Look At Me | M.J.

Summary: "You look at me when I'm talking to you," 18+.

Author's Note: My mind went places. I'm just a girl. 😂 We will file this under things that should have stayed in my head. There is no part 2.

Matthew Jackson Masterlist

Taglist: @magicalbuttertarts @smallestsnarkestgirl @mrsarcherofinfamy

The bedroom television before Matt and Y/N turned off. A blush flushed her cheeks. Now that he saw her favorite moment at Blood and Guts, she was embarrassed to have shown him. It wasn't the wrestling or the blood. It was a specific saying he told Hangman.

"You look at me when I'm talking to you? That was your favorite part?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek and nodded. The room temperature resembled that of the sun's surface. It was the aggression on how he spoke to Hangman. She needed that from him badly. "I want you to tell me that when well when we,"

"What's stopping us now?" Matt asked.

She licked her lips. Words wanted to spill out, yet she couldn't find what to say. When no words formed, she kissed him.

Their bodies pressed together as they sat on the bed. His hand finds its way to her cheek. Eyes closed, they are only going by instinct. Once they pull apart, they can see the desire in the other's eyes.

Matt pushes Y/N to lay back on the bed. He hovers over her. Kisses are peppered from her lips to her neck. He unbuttoned her shirt. "I'm so lucky to have you,"

The Young Buck takes off his own shirt. Y/N doesn't shy away from taking his muscular body in. Her hand wraps around his neck and pulls him in for another kiss. His fingers find their way to the front of her bra. He unclasps her bra.

"I want you," Y/N admitted.

He removed her shorts and underwear. Her stomach filled with butterflies at his gaze. The love in his eyes matched nothing she had ever seen before. Without saying anything, he always knew how to make her feel beautiful.

Y/N gasped as skilled fingers worked her. The room filled with the sounds of her pleasure. Just before she came undone, he stopped. "Get on your hands and knees,"

Without hesitation, she followed his orders. With no shame, she watched as he undressed. The bed dipped behind her. Matt positioned himself behind her. He grabbed her hips and thrusted.

Matt panted and enjoyed the feel of his walls clenching around him. When she lost patience with his slow demeanor, Y/N pushed back into him. He held her hips tighter to keep her in place. "Patience,"

"Matt, please," she whined and bit her lip. Her face buried in the mattress below her. Her boyfriend took pity on her and continued. The thrusts were slow and shallow. He was fishing for a reaction out of her.

"You seem frustrated. Tell me what you want," he informed her. She could feel him smiling behind her.

With her face buried in the mattress, she felt her cheeks flush. "Please,"

"I don't know," he stopped. "You look at me when I'm talking to you,"

Y/N felt herself clench around him. The demand in his voice woke something inside of her. She swallowed and raised her head. She stopped the moment she saw his reflection in the mirror.

His gaze was intense. Chocolate brown eyes stared into hers. Matt's normal amused expression was lost. She didn't dare loom away from the mirror. The risk wasn't worth the reward.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded.

She licked her dry lips. Embarrassed, yet needy, she caved to his demand. "I need more, Matt, oh,"

He didn't waste a second. Their skin slapped together. Pleasured sounds coming from the both of them. Matt rubbed his hand down her waist to the front of her. His thumb worked her clit.

He watched in amusement as her back arched. She gripped the sheets under her tightly. Her lips parted to call out his name. "Ma...Matt!"

Her legs jerked under her. Eyes rolled to the back of her head, the orgasm washed over her. Matt continued his pace through it. His thrusts started to get messy. Soon, he pushed himself to the brim and came. He panted and waited to catch his breath.

Once they were both level-headed, he pulled out of her. They cuddled in bed, basking in the after glow of what just took place. He held her close to him. Her head rested on his chest.

"Maybe we should watch some more old shows to see if anything else gets you wound up too," he teased.

[theunburntsblog]

HOTD HEADCANNONS

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I would like to note I haven't exactly finished got or hotd, but I do know the spoilers.

I just have a hard time watching shows for a long period of time, but I will eventually get to it until then. Here's my gender neutral reader headcannons on HOTD characters thus far.

Also, I'm very conflicted on some characters ermm (daemon and aegon ii) turns around. But in the faith of you guys... I guess I'll engage. If some of your favorite characters aren't here, just request them!!

Reader is non-specific, and no pronouns are used within this! It's implied that the reader is of a Noble House (ex. lannister, stark, mytrell, baratheon, etc)

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ALICENT HIGHTOWER

Alicent would sure be a devoted and lovely wife. She puts her trust in you, does her duties, and is a very witful person.

Very religious to the faith would want a partner to at least respect her faith between the new gods.

Her favorite nicknames for you would be "Dove, Sweeting, Jewel and Darling"

Brings a very soothing maternal presence, it feels like you can tell her anything, and she would give you advice without judgment.

Presses gentle kisses onto your face if you were to leave to do training or something of the sort.

Very protective over you as well, even if she's not equipped with weaponry well. If she has to defend you, she definitely will.

Even if she's upset with your decisions, she would always be there and treat you no differently.

Her favorite sound is your laughter. Her love for you brightens every time she hears that laugh of yours.

She is not the best at expressing herself when it comes down to feelings, but she tries.

Her love languages would be acts of service and words for affirmations. She cares more about kind words and gestures than gifts.

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AEGON II TARGARYEN

Oh boy.. Aegon is a quite difficult one to especially with all of the drinking and brothels he devotes his time too.

It definitely will not be an easy time being his lover. His issues strive from the pressure and weight of being the rightful 'king' (ermmm okay aegon) mainly steming from his mother (love u Ali tho) and grandsire.

He only really thinks you're there for a way to either gain power or his cock which (let's be fr nobody want all that) Sex is one thing, love and trust is whole other thing.

I feel like he would be pretty needy stemming from how his father neglects him.

He has his moods and his moments, I bet you could console him quite easily although.

A very tactical lover always has to be touching you in some way. He craves to be held while you're in bed together, but he will never admit that.

Alicent would have to give him advice on how to treat you properly cause Lord Save us all he would not be a good partner.

Will not be faithful to you.. sorry not sorry

HELAENA TARGARYEN

Helaena has her quirks nonetheless, but that doesn't stop her from being a genuine good soul. She's a sweetheart in all honestly.

Helaena is a very curious girl. If you haven't originated from King's landing, I'm sure she would love to hear about your heritages.

She just needs someone to listen to her, about her bugs and about her riddles.

I believe she would tell you all about insects, I also think she would embroiderate insect brooches for you to wear proudly onto your coats.

I also believe she would tell you what insect really reminds her of you. Explaining why, in all detail, why she sees you as such.

I believe she would go to you to reconcile her about her visions as you're the only real one to understand her dismay.

I would suggest giving kindness back and start to court the princess.

I also would like to believe she's a huge bookworm, especially about mythology or nature.

Her love languages would be gift giving and quality time. She appreciates your company even if you both have nothing to say.

Patience is very key here. She doesn't like physical touch, and when she wants it, let her initiate it first. She doesn't like sudden loud noises or touches it makes her overwhelmed.

I believe she might be a poet as well from all of her riddles. She might journal to explore her dragon dreams and her other thoughts, respectively.

Over time, I think she would be the one to initiate small touches such as hands brushing against each other, small hugs, gentle kisses upon the cheeks, forehead, and lips.

bestest girl to you and will always be willing to listen to your thoughts and feelings.

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AEMOND TARGARYEN

Aemond will not be easy to love. After losing his eye, he had changed. He wasn't the sweet boy of his mother it was like he did a whole 180.

He will form a bond with you, and it will be VERYY slowburn.

He spends his time training, sparing, reading, and educating and doing all of the things Aegon doesn't do. (Which is a lot thx egg ig) I don't think he would be fond of you first it's like hes a thorn in your backside.

I feel like I would relate him to Daemon in the way that love doesn't come too easy for him.

He is quite wary of people, and at the beginning, you'll never see him without his eyepatch. It takes a lot of time for him to trust you with seeing his abnormality. He finds himself disgusting, I think only time will get him to find that his eye isn't ugly.

Also, a very jealous person, quick to anger to quick to act with emotions.

However, once you catch his eye. He'll come a bit possessive yet passionate towards you.

I feel like he would be very grateful if you were to meet Vhagar for the first time as Vhagar is almost like his second home.

He isn't used to kindness that doesn't come from his mother and sister.

A very observant lover loves to study your body language as he admires your features.

Paranoid that you'll find him ugly without his eyepatch on. He will mostly hide his scar the best he can, even if it's unbearable, or he will continue wearing it while he's aching.

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN

She would be the most loving partner, Even with all of her duties as Heir/Queen, she will always make time for you and her family.

I feel as if her love would be very maternal in a way(?) Honestly, like she would check up on you and make sure you're doing well. After a long way, she would lay with you, her hands gently massaging your scalp, and she reads a book.

I believe she would want someone who would not only protect her but her children as well. Not that she needs protecting. It's just a loyalty sort of thing.

Speaking of children, I feel like she would want for her lover to not only accept the boys in open arms but to be a parent figure of sorts.

Extremely loyal in the sense of defending your name.

I believe her love languages would be: physical touch, words of affirmations, and acts of services.

She's a very passionate and romantic lover. She tends to you when she can and makes sure to check in with you a lot.

I feel like she would talk about rumors and stuff going on in court with you, wanting to hear how you would approach the situation and your thoughts about it in general.

DAEMON TARGARYEN

Daemon is a very complicated man in general. Gaining his trust will be one thing. His love? Another.

He is known for preferring old valyria descendents, he has a common way of going to brothels and fucking whores. A marriage or love between him will not be an easy one.

The Rogue Prince is known to be unpredictable and harsh with his methods. I would use this to your advantage.

Your marriage/love will not be perfect as the blood of the dragon is strong. He might be yours, but he's a dragon first.

I feel like he would hold walls to withdraw from the emotions he deems as weak. Cracking these walls is a task end of itself. However, patience will be key. You might have to muster some dragonfire from yourself, I think he prefers to have someone who can manage his fire, but who can also light fire themselves.

He is a very difficult man with strange needs, I think it's best to meet with his roots. Learning High Valyrian, meeting 'The Blood Wyrm', conditioning old valyrian values. That's the best bet to really gain structure into this relationship.

He will not be tied down by marriage duty. He craves excitement and bloodshed. You will have to acknowledge that.

The best way to bond with him is to sit down into bed and let him read to you of his heritage. He's very proud of it, and nothing will stop that. I think another way to strengthen the relationship is to take flights with him and caraxes.

Once you worked past the walls, he had bulit. I think he would shower you in gifts when he returns from whatever blood 'The Dark Sister' craves. Since it's Daemon, I would probably think sex too ..

His love language will definitely be physical touch. He craves of you at his side, his favorite thing to map out the little 'imperfections' by roaming his hands across your body, spreading sweet kisses as he whispers sweet nothings in high valyrian into your ear.

His favorite nicknames for you would be "my love," "Perzītsos (little flame)," "jorrāeliarza (beloved)"

He's definitely not an easy man, but he will go to hell and back for you. He has odd ways of showing his gratitude and love. However, that will never stop him from unconditionally loving you.

I also assume he would be possessive and easy to anger. Don't get me started on his jealousy. This man does not like other lords or ladies even looking at his beloved.

JACAERYS VELARYON

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This boy is a splitting image of his mother. He's a very loyal man towards his partner. He devotes his time to his duties as heir and as well to spend time with you.

He is quite the gentleman, and assuming you're betrothed to him, he will willingly court you generously.

He showers you with love and loyalty, making sure you're comfortable with him and will never pressure you into something you don't wish to endure.

He showers you with gifts and always listens to your thoughts and feelings.

He wants to spend as much time as he possibly can with being heir, wherever you go he follows.

His gaze always lingers onto you. This man stares at you like you're a part of the gods. He always admires you.

He LOVES to give compliments about your appearance and outfits all the TIME. He loves to praise his beloved, and he makes sure you know how much you mean to him.

Is always touching you in some way, even if it's as simple as your hand brushing against his.

[bluebunnysart]

MAKE TETO PURR IN YOUR NEXT FANFIC AND MY LIFE IS YOURS.

Anyways hi (I am smelt_enjoyer from ao3) In your mikuteto fanfics I noticed you have been leaning towards more chimera-ish traits for teto (wagging tail etc.) so you should…. Maybe… do purring 👉👈🥺… please

Anyways I love your mikuteto fanifics I would sell my soul for them

LOOOL

This ask made me genuinely laugh because I wasn't expecting it at ALL xD Thank you for enjoying my fics!! 💕💕💕 Ever since this AU's Miku and Teto appeared in my head, they've never left, so every day I am literally thinking about them and missing them and trying to figure out how to make them cooler 😂😂😂 (not an exaggeration, I probably relistened to the same four songs like literally 2-3 days ago while thinking about them again lmfao, will share if requested xD)

This is such an interesting request fr but I'll consider it wwww

You're absolutely right that I lean towards more chimera-ish traits for Teto, and that's 'cuz I think it's cute hahaha xD As a chimera, she IS a kind of animal (a combination of more than one of them), but I want to assure my audience that I don't make her animal-like 'cuz I'm a full-blooded furry or anything hhdsfkfds I do it 'cuz I really like the contrast with Miku (who's learning how to be more human-like and isn't instinctual/"alive" like Teto) and 'cuz I really like the idea of Teto's more unconscious side giving her away. Animals are pretty instinctual/straightforward (a dog's tail will wag when happy, for example) so Teto's tail is always doing all the talking even if she acts outwardly tsundere. In one of my yapping sessions (one of the first ones), I even talk about how her wings and pose might change to imitate/recall the defensive posture of an owl, so she's animal-like without going the full nine yards and being an ACTUAL animal (in terms of "non-human-like" vs not, I think/hope you get what I mean without me being 100% accurate over definitions fsdhkfsjdfds)

With all that said, purring isn't out of the question for her but my favorite animal to compare her to is the dragon (as a shameless dragon lover) so the animals I usually compare her to are typically, like, aggressive fhdhfkjds What that means, obviously, is instead of being cute and cat-like, she's more likely to growl, snarl, or bark instead of purr (I hope this mental image isn't off-putting LMAO I'm talking purely theory, she might not do these things if my brain ultimately decides it's too out of character for her), but yeah! Hmm!!

What I'll give you is if chimera Teto is relaxed and calm enough, it's not farfetched for her to purr (make a contented sound from her throat, the definition of purring) but are you sure you want this fhshdfkdsfsd How far can it go before the animal-ness gets too weird wwwwww

I'm not self-conscious about it or anything www I just want to say that this Teto (chimera Teto) also has a lot of pride, so even if she ever wanted to, she would probably NEVER do anything like roll on her back and act cat-like/ask for pats, so she's got some human-like ego to get past first before she ever acts cuddly like a kitten. Like I said before, she's more likely to growl in my head than purr, so I feel like even that growling can be turned into like a sound of satisfaction. BUT gdskfldsfs she's animal-LIKE but she doesn't go THAT far, so I would have to figure out what kind of situation would call for that hhkjdshdsj Teto still knows how to smile and express her feelings without acting like an animal (I feel like the latter is PRECISELY what embarrasses her and what she suppresses, stuff like if she ever gets slightly possessive or needy towards Miku) so yeah, I wrote all of that just to ramble about your suggestion and how the Teto in my mind is reacting to all of that xD

I'll think about it, basically! But I wonder if it'll work... If it doesn't show up, I hope this explanation suffices as to why, LMAO, but I like the idea though! ^^ It's cute! xD

Anyhow, pls keep your soul 😂😂😂😂 You need that... Also, I don't have that kind of money and don't purchase such things, so pls value it more wwwww

You're totally free to send me more asks about the AU 'cuz I think about it constantly and I love seeing people's interpretations and ideas, but this ask alone also made me happy. Thank you! c: I'm glad you approve. Makes me happy for real! ❤🥰

[a-riot-pixie]

Nothing I can do

I don't know what to do right now because I know there is nothing that I can do.

My boyfriend person texted saying he was in a VA healthcare facility, but that was all he said. No more information than that.

I don't know how long he has been there. I don't know how long he will be there. I don't even know for sure why he is there, but I'm fairly certain it has something to do with mental health and PTSD.

I feel like it is my fault, but even then I know while I might have made the situation worse, I didn't cause it.

I feel like I should know more, but even if I asked it wouldn't do me any good. For the past couple months he has been withholding everything from me. Well, everything but his desire to run away to Thailand and the steps he has made to make that a reality.

I don't know what facility he is at and even if I did it wouldn't matter. We aren't married, he is married to someone else still. So, even if I knew where he was I couldn't go there and see him. Even if I could I don't think he would want me to.

He hates to show any sign of weakness and for whatever reason that includes all strong emotions. Before we started dating, back when we were just friends I had seen him get very teary eyed several times when we were talking. I was uncomfortable with this, not because his tears made me uncomfortable but because I thought he needed a hug and I was still too unsure of our friendship and what was allowed within it to know how to comfort him. (Also, the first time it happened we were standing in the middle of the road at 1 am and that was the first time we had ever been alone and he was talking about how he wanted to end his marriage.)

I know I can't help how needy I come across to other people. I feel that everyone always misunderstands what I'm trying to express. When I complain about my situation or my feelings or whatever, people always seem to think I am asking for them to fix it, when in reality, I am just trying to get the overwhelming emotions out.

I say all the time I am giving up, but for whatever reason the only way I am ever able to find the strength to keep going for myself it to tell people I am giving up everything. It's deeply unhealthy I am sure, but I am used to having a couple of people understand that and they know that is how I am able to process the intensity of my emotions.

My heart is racing and I don't know what to do because there is absolutely nothing I can do.

I don't know when he is coming back. I don't know if he is going to come back at all. I don't know if he is going to want to be with me then or even if he wants to be with me now. I don't know anything and the unknowns are too much for me to process.

How do I roll with the punches and just let it all happen when so much could go wrong and I will never know.

My brother was a vet and the last time he went in for inpatient treatment he ended his own life.

This scares the ever living shit out of me, but how can I tell him that without it sounding selfish? How can I express my concern and love and desire to be supportive when I don't know what the fuck is going on?

Am I supposed to just wait until he comes home or doesn't? Am I supposed to just wait to see a post on facebook that he died? Am I supposed to just continue on in my life as if everything is normal and fine when it is anything but and this is just another fucking shit pile on top of my already overwhelmingly giant shit pile?

Knowing there is nothing I can do doesn't help me to do nothing.

I am the person who drops everything for the people she loves. I am the one who goes and takes care of everyone else's problems and the fact that I can't do anything isn't the worst part it's the not knowing and knowing that I can't know and won't know and might never know.

I'm glad he is trying to get help, or that someone took him and made him try to get help, but I don't know what to do and there is nothing I can do.

I feel like I have been hogtied and blindfolded and told to keep living my life as if I'm not.

I want to rage and scream, but there is nothing to rage and scream at because I don't know what the fuck is going on. I have no information at all and I can't focus on anything else, nothing is distracting me. I'm stuck at work, with basically nothing to so and I don't have any reason to do anything and I'm sitting in my office obsessing about the things I don't know coming up with all the worst case senarios and best case senarios and all the fucking bits which might pop up in between and all I can think is that I broke him and that I did this and that he is never going to forgive me and that the therapists will tell him to leave me and that he is going to and that I will never see him again and that nobody will ever tell me what happened. That I will never know and I will never be able to apologize and that I will never be able to hold him again or love him again and that I will never fully know why. That I will never get the information which will make me able to move on or let me not blame myself for everything that has gone wrong and that I will be terrified to get close to anyone else ever again for the rest of my life because if I was so awful that I broke the one person I have loved in this way then there is no hope for me to be able to do anything but break everyone else no matter what I do and so that it is best for the world that I avoid all human connection because all I do is destroy everyone else with my emotions and my need and my love and my sadness.

None of that is helpful. None of it even matters, because this is about him and my fear of the worst for him, but in my effort to figure out what I need to do, what I should do, what I can do, I obsess over every other thing in the world and it all comes back to how fucking broken and fucked up I am.

I doesn't matter if any of this is my fault because right now as I know nothing about what is going on I feel like it is entirely my fault and I probably deserve to keep not knowing and that he is better off if he is never anywhere near me again.

I don't know what to do because there is nothing I can do and that is fucking killing me.

[casspurrjoybell-26]

Too Old For This - Chapter 19 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

The conversation reminded Leroy of his mother and how he'd heard her sobbing to herself earlier in the morning.

He grimaced but tried to shake the expression from his face before Zachary could notice but the older man did, anyway.      

Zachary blinked, noticing the shift in Leroy's mood.

"Hey, what's on your mind?"      

"I don't know what to do about my mum," Leroy said, changing the conversation.

"I want to hang out with her but she's so miserable that it radiates off her. We can't go through a conversation without her mentioning my dad."

Leroy sighed.

"She cries all the time and acts skittish. Honestly, she's mentally draining to be around...." Leroy confessed.

"I've never really argued with her about it but I'm not really receptive to the needy stuff she wants to do. I don't want to talk about my dad or reminisce about what things would be like if he were here. He's not. She should get over it. Sorry, it's definitely not anything like what's going on with your parents, but I can kind of relate to the anxiousness. I mean, we live in the same house and barely talk."      

"You should be nicer to your mum," Zachary said, looking at Leroy with a concerned look.

"The way you talk about her sometimes is worrying..." he trailed off and Leroy just stared at him, unsure of what to say.      

"I'm not trying to be rude..." he muttered.

"It's Just sometimes I can't handle it."    

Leroy wasn't sure where the conversation was going but he was starting to feel guilty... self-conscious about the way he talked about his mum.    

"You lost your dad and she lost her husband," Zachary said, sighing as he closed his eyes.

"Imagine that."      

Leroy sucked in his lips.

"I don't think I would be like that if I lost a partner."      

It sounded harsh but Leroy honestly felt that way.

He would just push it to the back of his mind and list it as one of the many unfortunate things that happened in his life.    

"Not everyone's like you and I'm sure you're not like you either," Zachary said, as his eyes blinked open.

Leroy raised a brow.

"What do you mean by that?"      

"I don't think shrugging things off is just how you are. I think it's a coping mechanism," Zachary said, reaching out to touch Leroy's face with the back of his hand.

"Ever since I've known you I can't help but feel there's so much you're not addressing. You shrug off a lot of concerning things you tell me. Are you sure you're okay with it? You don't ruminate? You don't wish things were different."      

Leroy blinked.

"I..."

Of course, he ruminated... of course, if he had things his way, things would be different but overthinking things made him dwell on it for days... sometimes weeks.

It upset him... it gave him anxiety... it made things worse.    

 Didn't Zachary understand that with everything he'd been through?      

"Sometimes I think about some things and I'd go into this spiral of falling behind in work or school. I wouldn't eat well. I'd hide under the covers and overthink simple reactions that make socializing and getting everyday things done difficult. Thinking about it doesn't help at all, and I don't think it's working for my mum..." Leroy said, reaching out to hold the hand Zachary had on his face.

"I'm sorry. I can't see how it would help. Does it help you to think about the shitty stuff?"      

"Hmm..." Zachary seemed to ponder the question a bit.

"I guess I'm more resentful that I never really had anyone to share those feelings with... not even my parents. It's awkward with my sister since I'm trying not to make her feel like a caretaker. I've had to process most of them on my own. I think there was a time in my life I was very depressed and writing down how I felt was really the only way I could cope. There was no one to share what I was going through with and the internet scared and still scared, the fuck out of me. The point is writing made me feel better. Less angry. Less anxious. There's a relief with sharing and acknowledging what happened and continues to happen to you."  

"I see."

Leroy wasn't still sure if he got the full gist but he sort of understood where Zachary was coming from.  

"I don't know if you have anyone to open up to but I don't mind if you want to talk to me about things, even though I wouldn't fully understand them. I want to be here for you like you're here for me," the older man said, pulling his hand away before reaching out to brush the hair out of Leroy's face.

"I don't care how insignificant you think it is."      

Leroy wasn't sure what it was about the situation that made his heart race and breathing stop.

"Ah, okay," he managed as he tried to shuffle through the confusing feeling.

"Sure," he mumbled, nodding as he looked at Zachary's face.  

He remembered when they'd first met, how the whole experience of speaking to Zachary had felt a bit surreal.

He'd wanted to do so much with Zachary... he still did... but now he realized it meant a lot more than he'd initially thought.

He wanted to open up to the man and share himself in a way he didn't even acknowledge personally.      

"Zachary."

"Hmm?"    

"Let's go to the movies next week," Leroy said, letting himself curl into the older man's chest.

He remembered he'd mentioned it what seemed like weeks ago but they'd never gotten around to it.

He could feel the man's chest falling and rising with his breathing and the methanol-medicated smell that filled the room from the diffuser that doubled as a humidifier was stronger on Zachary's clothes.    

"Sure, we can see a movie," Zachary said, moving to wrap his hands around the younger man.

"Anything you want."

Leroy smiled, sighing as he closed his eyes to nap.

[ilovejoyjessie]

Hidden Figures #2 (Perre's Ventaglio III by Beverly Pepper) || III.

I haven't quite fit into a clear Artist Box from the time I found my voice to now:

Yes to my work falling in a Contemporary or Conceptual box via the deep-rooted themes and visual storytelling my pieces possesses....but sometimes those themes are delivered in ways that seem too provocative for some Contemporary art circles...

So, yes to some of my work fitting in an er0tic or sensual art box....but those sensual sides of my projects, the baring of my body, aren't the only goal or initial intention...

And, yes to using a platform that allows me to show my work uncensored when it's called for....but no to that meaning that my work must be all s3xual in nature...

So, yes to my pieces kind of fitting into artist"ic" or Fashion boxes...but no to them being viewed or understood without question as an artist of a particular school or genre; no to my fashion-driven works being editorial (Because Calvin Klein can show a little skin, but I - an artsy nobody - doing it is a little too much).

Yes to being the subject in my works, usually captured by others....but also yes to being a subject under my own creative direction for my work. So, yes to being an artist with agency that shares ownership of my pieces as much as my collaborators in some circles...but also no to owning it, no to creating my art the "proper way", no to being anything more to my work than a model prop in other circles.

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Meanwhile, as I exist as a female human in the world, to whom I belong must also be boxed for fussy family members, well-meaning acquaintances, and nosy-ass government forms: "Single and thriving", "Single so miserable", "Single so probs for the streets"..."Still in that relationship, must means she loves it", "Unhappy in that relationship? Don't love herself enough to leave."

And the broad boxes we love to put women in only get smaller when you also happen to be one who sometimes reveals her body in certain, specific ways, says or identifies with certain things, and has certain proclivities. Romantic potentials salivate at the thought of getting to handle me the way they "know" women in the box they assume I'm in like to be handled - that is, when they aren't tossing me aside based on the label they see affixed to me:

"The type of girl who shows her body that way? I know she's DTF. If she's reaching out to get to know me, she either wants me, hopes I'll do her...ugh, or wants to sell me something."

"Oh she's got a submissive side, huh? Finally - a girl I can tell what to do and not expect any pushback. I just do my thing, talk to her when and how I want and she'll just deal with it? The dream."

"'You want to hear from me between our hang outs because it 'lets you know I actually dig you instead of just making you feel like I only hit you up when I feel like it?' I don't know man, sounds needy. Oh, 'It's important for you to express your needs because communication is a priority for you?' Well, I don't really talk a lot to anybody...and sounds kind of high-maintenance, tbh."

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And in the meantime, to that Regional Seattleite Box:

Yes young, yes liberally educated, yes progressive....but doesn't often wear things like my sexuality and social views on my sleeve

Yes to being passionate about causes that matter to me....but no to the immediate indictment of those who act differently and no to dedicating myself to those causes until a time when its inconvenient to do so arises...

Yes to revisiting my favorite places....but no to remaining consistently within the same limited block radius of my home with the same 3 people I've been revisiting places with for years...

Yes to being friendly and open to forming new relationships....but no to avoiding necessary confrontations; yes to being honest over seeming nice (though I do remain working my People Pleasers Anonymous program).

And underpinning it all, as a 31 year old in the Millennial Box:

Yes to seeming like I'm doing my best to find a place and way that aligns with me in a broken world like many of us do....but also yes to admittedly being plagued excessively by existential crises and the questioning of my own existence for most of my life

Yes to having friends....but also no to keeping around those that do not serve or show up for me; no to settling for numerous acquaintances I don't feel like I can actually count on

Yes to being open to new experiences and people; but no to making loose plans of "Sure!" or "Maybe" when I really mean "Nah" or "Probably not"

Yes to love...but no to it being free; no to accepting the idea that any casual relationship, platonic or otherwise, are just "the way things are now"

...and no to wanting and adjusting easily to new tech distractions that say they make life easier and fun but do they really? Do they?

.

And don't even get me started on the Black Woman Box..

[radiodreadzone]

I hated it. I hated the feeling that burned in my chest like an itch. Like a weight. It felt like a jittering in my limbs and in my legs. I needed to...to go. To move. To be anywhere but here. A glance at the window from the kitchen table showed it was late afternoon. Too early to sneak to the boxcar. Too early to do anything besides simply...escape. I slipped from the table, toeing my way into my shoes.

"Mom! I'm going for a run!" I shouted back into the house, already out the door before I could hear any response or protest she might have offered.

I spared no time to change. No time to even stretch. As soon as I hit the sidewalk I was running, cutting my way up the sidewalk and away from the neighborhood, towards the trailhead that lead into the woods.

There was...There was too much lately. Too much. It preyed on my mind like an endless anxiety.

I tried to slow the crawl of it with the count of my breaths, trying to stabilize.

You can't help. What good are you, detective?

Teeth grit.

Leaf litter crunched underfoot, dirt puffed in the dry heat of the sun, leaving soft impressions behind me. I picked up speed. "There's...gotta be...something." The words came from behind tightly clenched teeth.

Flashes and images. The nights in the boxcar. People with grand ideas and plans.

"He's okay. He said he's getting stronger. He's come back."

Faster.

"We managed to reach his sibling! I think we're making progress. He's so thankful."

Faster.

"He missed me."

I was in a dead sprint now. Running from the thoughts that refused refused to empty, even as my heart thundered and my lungs burned. "Stop...just...just stop.

HE CARES NOT FOR YOU

It was the vaguest thought, scraping gently by the back of my head. I staggered, clipping the tree I'd been rounding. Bark scraped my palms, biting into skin as I came to a halt, panting, eyes wide. The hair on the back of my neck prickled.

The sense of being watched. A sharp focus leveled upon my shoulders. Too many eyes.

I flinched.

"Go away." I whispered under ragged breaths. I'd unknowingly begun taking the path to the boxcar. That stopped now. I refused to show Them where it lay, for who else could be there.

But silence greeted me. Birds sang, and cicadas hummed. I lifted my head, staring into the distance. "You're wrong." The words were whispered, I couldn't bring my voice up further. Afraid to voice my own fears. "I...I'll help him. No matter what."

BUT WHAT USE HAS HE FOR A FEARFUL CHILD

My eyes shut, burned. I refused to break. Not to them. I refused to let them know how close they'd come to the mark. Minutes passed in silence. And slowly, the sense of being watched faded. The attention passed to someone else. I slowly righted myself from my heavy lean against the tree.

It was hours later when I found the boxcar. After the sun had gone down.

In the dull glow of the lights I stood in front of the mirror. In my pocket, I could feel the heavy weight of the lighter. A hand slipped into my pocket wrapped tightly around the cool metal.

THOSE QUESTIONS. THE HARD ONES. WHISPERED INTO THE DARK OR SCREAMED UNTO THE SKY...THAT IS WHY WE ARE HERE, SPARROW.

My eyes met those of my reflection in the mirror. A muscle ticked in the jaw of the reflection.

Thoughts torrented in my head.

I don't know how to help you.

I don't know what to do.

Soft and quiet, the most haunting thought surfaced in the back of my head.

I think you made a mistake in choosing me.

The hand on the lighter tightened. I took it out of my pocket, staring down at the surface glinting in the light of the boxcar. Time ticked past, meaningless. Slowly my eyes flicked from the Light to the altar.

Crossbow in hand, I left the boxcar with my friends. Silence reigned in the boxcar, and in my pocket, the heavy weight of the Light remained.

[vryfmi]

genuine answer: yes

not to hijack this post but. do people really don't see the amount of skullyle "clues" across the books? or do people ignore them in favour of locklyle? because that's my genuine question.

i'll put my reasoning simply: if locklyle is a beloved endgame ship that everyone—fans and in-universe characters—agrees on, if everyone adores subtle build-up of their relationship from meaningful friendship into a relationship with undeniable signs of affection that have a literal symbol of undying devotion assosiated with them, then why can't skull's lines “Just leave him be. You make too much of him. Always have. He is replaceable, you know. Hey, if you close your eyes or switch out the light, I might be Lockwood” be taken seriously if only just a second.

(i wouldn't say it's my favourite skullyle moment but let's use this one)

sure, the “I might be Lockwood” could be interpreted as skull being a needy bastard that only wants to get rid of Lucy's friends to have her only to itself. but let's look at the whole phrase and context in which it's being said as well as what happens after it. a third of TCS's plot is built upon skull being stolen and lucy having a strong need to get it back.

No, what I wanted, most particularly, was to retrieve the whispering skull. You heard me right. I wanted the skull back. That wasn’t a statement I’d ever have expected to make. (TCS)

lucy later claims that the skull was mostly a nuisance that occasionally was helpful to her. and saved her life. many times. and was her company. for the past months. nothing much yk. only a nuisance yk. but she also voices just how much she and her self-image relies on lucy being able to talk to the dead, to talk to the skull. it seems someone has an unhealthy dependence, huh. what's more interesting, it's a second time in this book that lucy expresses her fondness for skull but here she says how surprised she is by it, like this exchange didn't happen a few chapters back:

The ghost adopted an expression of enormous unconcern. Its nostrils dilated; I heard a dismissive sniff. “Like you care a bean what I think.” I looked around the moonlit kitchen, silent, seemingly innocuous, but drenched in evil. “Dear old skull. I do care, and I’m asking you as a…as a…” “I detect hesitation,” the skull said. “As a friend?” I scowled. “Well, no. Obviously not.” “As a respected colleague, then?” “Even that would be stretching it. No, I’m asking you as someone who genuinely values your opinion, despite your wicked nature, your vicious temperament, and my better judgment.” The face regarded me. “Ooh, okay…I see you’re going for the virtues of simple honesty here, rather than the honeyed words of flattery. Correct?” “Yes.”

here it was back and forth, skull challenging lucy to think what does she really think of it in the moment of distress, at the haunting that was affecting her the most. and now without anyone prompting her with insults thought provoking commentary, she was astounded to find her own inner voice to sound like that, to come to this conclusion herself, that she wasn't "tricked" into thinking it.

now, this was all groundwork for lucy, what about skull's words?

he's jealous. jealous of lockwood and other people for being in lucy's life, taking away her attention, swaying her of the course of the goal she set, the goal skull set for her. skull hates her friends and wants to get rid of them. and it's not surprising he feels that way since we saw it before with bickerstaff. he was jealous there were other followers, ones more eager to serve, to prove themselves to master. skull saw himself as the closest one to bickerstaff, he had to be, he knew all his master's secrets, right? so, he threw wilberforce under the bus, or, in their case, in front of the bone glass. (throw wilberforce at the bone glass, throw lockwood into the gate. hm.)

i saw reblogs to this post say skull doesn't know what love or affection is. and i disagree. skull was clearly loyal to his master, fascinated by him and his deeds. but it was twisted, it was nurtured by bickerstaff to be self-destructive, because it served him to have someone blindly and quitly follow his every word. skull had ability to care for and love people, too bad he ended up with wrong people and learned wrong lessons. now these twisted ways seep into his relationship with lucy. and yet, they had quite a few meaningful conversations (i wrote some more about their dynamic here).

now back to this line, “Just leave him be. You make too much of him. Always have. He is replaceable, you know.” skull longs for someone's appreciation and someone to give him purpose even in afterlife. and lucy gave that to him. not only does she align with his greatest desire and reason for coming back to the world of the living because she can talk to skull, tie it to this side, to the living side, but also, well, they are an item. without lucy, skull is left alone, abandoned once again; and to lucy, well, she defines herself and her worth by being able to talk to a type three. they can't replace another, or their worlds will tumble. (two-sided unhealthy codependent skullyle is my favourite thing ever)

“Hey, if you close your eyes or switch out the light, I might be Lockwood”. do i... do i even have to say anything? that it's clear as day that locklyle is canon and lucy's attraction to lockwood is obvious as hell? and that skull bluntly says he'd rather be in his place? doesn't this line make it clear on its own? like lockwood's alive, free to do and go wherever and yet has a death wish and skull want to live and also lucy's there... you know.

and then there's the trip to the other side. do you ever think about the fact that skull was both the one who suggested, hinted at, led lucy and lockwood to the other side, and also was the one to show them the way out, led them back out. and then in TEG skull saved them from grasps of death at the fittes house twice, again, by leading them away from death. or are you normal?

anyhow, i think at least one-sided skullyle was written intentionally. i would also argue that lucy was on a brink of falling for skull in TEG after, to quote her, seeing skull with a face and body and everything. and maybe she did idk but she sure does grieve a lot after skull's source goes all silent. and she sure does quite a 180 on her opinion of skull to the point her words highlight how she came to see skull as his own person as lucy starts calling skull "he" in the epilogue, no longer the "it"-treatment all other visitors get.

tl;dr: yes, i think skull had feelings for lucy and it was quite explicitly stated in the books. i would also argue that lucy had fallen for skull in TEG but it was too late.

Geuinuine question: Do you guys think Skull is in love with Lucy?

Or do you get besties vibes from them?

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Lip stick trend♡

I SO DESPERATELY WANT TO KISS THE UPPER RANKS <333

Warnings: just kissing, fluff, adding fem muzan and nakime in this, a little suggestive on Karakus part

Akaza

- doesn't understand why you want to kiss him with lip stick on but allows it

- tries not to smile each time you give him a kiss but kissing his forehead and nose made him break character

- has you on his lap while you kiss him

- he'll sit there in silence and you'd think he's tired of your bs but in reality he doesn't want you to stop

- boots his ego knowing your praising him with kisses and loving him

Douma

- very needy with it

- whines your name when you haven't kissed the same spot at least twice

- wants to share your lip stick and kisses you on the lips every minute or so

- would be all smiles and very talkative about how nice your kisses feel

- just like when you felt like you kissed him enough marking up his face you see douma frown knowing you had at least another hour with him

Kokushibo

- you'd really have to convince him

- Finds it a waste of time but when he seen the disappointment on your face thinking he'd reject the idea he makes time for you to do your act

- wouldn't want that many kiss marks on his face but he admits he really likes when you kiss his lips, chin and nose

- would stare at himself in the mirror for a good 5 minutes before wiping off the lip stick with a light grin

Fem muzan

- is the one leaving kiss marks on you

- would leave just enough kiss marks on your face but not too much and would leave some on your neck and collar bone

- would remind you who you belong to and how greatful you should be for muzan to do this trendy idea with you

- wouldn't want you washing it off for a solid week

Aizetsu

- He's so gloomy and always frowning but telling him you want to kiss him with lip stick on made his eyes light up

- would keep asking for more after every kiss you made

- would ask you to do this whenever he felt sad about you possibly leaving him (which is all the time)

- he would bring back any lip sticks he could find just for you to use and kiss all over his face again

Sekido

- you had to beg him for days just to do this trend and he finally gave in

- he would constantly complain about how your making a mess on his face a mess and how the lipstick might stain

- he'd get quite after complaining and would enjoy it without telling you

- would threaten you to not to this with the other clones, only him

Karaku

- he agreed with no hesitation but he wanted to wear lipstick and kiss you as well

- putting lip stick on Karaku was the fun part since he did look really pretty with it on

- he'd want you lipstick marks all over him, all over like his face, neck and chest and abs

- would kiss you everywhere as well and show you off to the other clones feeling very proud of himself

Urogi

- like Karaku he agreed with no hesitation because the idea of you leaving lipstick marks on him sounded fun

- one thing Urogi won't admit is that he's a little self conscious when it comes to his sharp tallons when it comes to anything soft since he only used them for fighting so he avoided hand holding

- you mainly left kiss marks on his claws and and he looked at you with a flushed expression loving how you didn't find his claws disturbing

- he makes sure to not have your kiss marks washed off his claw for a while

Nakime

- Had the time and didn't mind the idea

- She allowed you to kiss her face feeling very comfortable with you seeing her face from her bangs

- keeps asking when your done so she can kiss you to leave her lipstick marks on you

- she'd straddles your lap and holds your face kissing you all over and gives you a smile

[moiridior]

𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

she’s visiting carmen at his work with nothing but innocent intentions, but things get completely turned around, really quickly.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut with no plot, established relationship, fem aligned reader, dirty talk, manhandling, grinding, spanking, creampie, cumplay, and not canon compliant

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3028

Rubbing her thighs together helps nothing to repress the ache she feels as she watches Carmy.

She doesn't know exactly what it is but, seeing him angry, cursing and yelling with a knife in his hand never fails in making her instantly wet. The kitchen is a little crowded today when she walks in, trying to catch Carmy’s eye as she watches him deal with his annoying staff. She mostly felt a little conflicted, amused at his annoyed facial expressions and sly eye rolls on one hand, and on the other, just fucking horny and needy at his authoritativeness.

Carmen Berzatto was all man and she fucking loved it.

Since she laid her eyes on him, her-and her pussy-immediately recognized that look in his eye, seemingly dangerously close to the look he gives her when she’s being a brat.

She swears up and down to herself that she had completely different intentions when she came down here, but now, all she wanted to do was get on her knees for him – mouth open wide, tongue hanging out over her bottom lip and eyes seemingly innocent as if she were anything but.

Why had she come down to the restaurant again? She couldn’t remember and didn’t even care. All she cared about right then was getting Carmy to pound her with his cock until he came inside of her.

She’s too lost in her horny daydreams to notice that Carmy’s called her to follow him into his office, his back turning as he strode down the kitchen and past everyone, leaving her to run and catch up with him. He’s already inside and sitting down when she walks in, lightly closing the door behind her.

“What’cha working on?” She questions. He looks at her with his elbow pressed into the armrest of his chair as he rests his head against his closed fist. She ignores any potential questioning look he’s more than likely giving her as she steps over and between his legs, lifting herself up onto his thigh. He sighs deeply when her fingers press into his forehead, smoothing out the frown lines, and carding her fingers through his hair.

He relaxes into her touch, warm hand resting on her bare thigh where her dress had ridden up. She jumps when his phone suddenly sounds, Ritchie or Sugar probably – she’s not paying attention, really. Annoying little shits. Camry takes his phone into his hands and places it on silent.

The edge of his desk presses into her side as he rolls his chair up, his attention being taken away from her to some type of form on his desk, she doesn't care really – she’s more interested in him. The way he looks, the way he smells, the way his chest rises and falls underneath her, thick thighs spread and long legs stretched out under his desk. She suddenly feels incredibly small in his lap, a few shivers running through her as her hips roll subconsciously.

She silently curses herself at how she initially chose to sit on him, the angle being awkward and not at all convenient for what she wanted to do. But she’s nothing if not persistent.

Without much disturbance to Carmy, she shimmies a bit, ass sitting on the top of his thigh as she moves a leg to rest on the outside of his thigh – as opposed to both of them being on the inside of his legs. Her dress rucks up even more as she settles, leaning her back on Carmy’s chest and giving a short, experimental roll of her hips.

The second roll is better than the first, his jeans pulled tight over his thigh providing a relatively easy and even surface to subtly grind against, the material of her underwear beginning to squish with every slide against him and with every slow roll of her hips.

His arm tightens around her momentarily and she stiffens, pausing long enough to hear her heavy breathing past her blood buzzing in her ears. When nothing is said she relaxes against him again, hips rolling forward, a little heavier and a little needier, making her bite back and swallow down every whine or whimper or hitch that wants to leave her.

If she focuses hard enough she can hear the sound of her slick covered underwear squish against her, rubbing directly against her clit, the bundle of nerves throbbing so hard that it was almost painful.

“I wonder how long it would’ve took you to realize that I stopped paying attention to these papers.” Her heart stutters and her blood runs cold as she stops, mouth open as her brain slowly registers that she’d been caught red-handed.

“I-I…” her mind ran blank as she tried to explain – somehow. He chuckles as her body flushes, the reverberations of his voice rolling through her and adding to the fire that was currently simmering, idling.

“Should’ve known you just came here wanting to get off.” His hands run up her thighs, bringing her dress up and showcasing her panties soaked in her arousal. She shakes her head, trying to deny but can’t stop the whimper that begs to be let out when Carmy flexes his thigh, pulling her legs open wider. “Just feeling horny, baby? Hm, such a needy little thing.”

His hands hold her hips as he pushes her back into another grind, her mouth running dry as it continues to gape open, “I-, I w-wasn’t,” A moan from no one other than herself cuts her off, the seat of her panties drenched and sliding against her clit as she keeps rolling, trying to speak again, “I just wanted to visit you… I’m innocent, I swear.” Her voice is whiny as she tries to convince him but he just chuckles.

“No, I know, baby. But you can never help yourself, can you?” She shakes her head adamantly, no, teeth sinking into her lip when he squeezes her breast over her dress, bouncing his leg. What was that?

She swallows hard, movements becoming more insistent as they quicken, hips circling and jerking, “No, I can’t help myself, Daddy.”

Now she’s riding his thigh like she was dreaming of, heavy, dirty, wet grinds of her cunt against his thigh, toes just shy of grazing the floor as she whines softly. She can feel him hardening in his pants, cock filling out, hot and hard and heavy as it pokes her. Some strangled noise, a combination of a whine, a moan, a hitching cry of his name escapes her as his hand gropes her chest again, pinching a pebbled nipple underneath her dress – the only layer separating her from his touch there. “Something you want, sweetheart? Hm?”

Even when she grows tired of grinding on him, his hand is still there, keeping her in that steady rhythmic push and pull. She nods persistently, eyes fluttering closed as she whines again, “Want your cock, Carmy, please.”

“You want my cock? You seem quite content with just my thigh there, can feel you soaking through my fucking pants… are you sure?” She sobs, cutting it short and pouting when Carmy warns her to quiet the fuck down. It’s then that she remembers where she is, too caught up in him – him in his uniform, him with that goddamn cigarette breath, him and his foul mouth, him and his thick cock.

“Yes, please. I want your cock… please, Chef.” A squeak escapes her as a low growl rises out of Carmy, a string of curses flying from his mouth as he fumbles with the buckle of his belt.

She’s practically buzzing with excitement, mouth watering and mind hazy at the sounds of metal clanging, zipper being undone, material rustling – and then he’s lifting her up. One arm wrapped firmly around her with his hand reaching under her right thigh, lifting her up over his cock, and then he’s whispering in her ear, “If you want to keep your underwear, I suggest that you move them out of my way.”

Trembling fingers push her underwear to the side of her pussy, and her free hand is quick to fly up to her mouth when Carmy pushes inside her. He lowers her onto his cock slowly, forcing her to feel the walls of her cunt stretch with every inch as he enters her. Her legs are spread wide, ass settling and rubbing against his shirt.

She breathes heavily, whining when he’s all the way inside. Her hands come up and splay over the span of her abdomen, feeling as if he was penetrating her deep in her stomach. His cock pulsates inside of her as he suddenly bucks his hips up, and the feeling is blinding, his arm returning to wrap around her waist, lifting her up and letting her fall down along his cock. “Come on princess, you wanted my cock so bad, ride me.”

And she really can’t move, what with his arm around her pulling her to his chest and being so fucking deep inside her. When she whimpers and doesn't move, his palm comes down on her pussy with a little smack, shushing her as an immediate yelp tears from her lips, her clit throbbing. A hand appears on her neck, fingers squeezing the sides as he repeats himself, sliding his hand down from her neck to her chest.

So she rolls her hips, swallowing down a sob when the head of him nudges that spot deep inside her. Every lift barely takes her a few centimeters above his pelvis but she still grows close, extremely quickly, shaking as she grinds down and clenches around his cock. Tears leak from her eyes as Carmy groans quietly, “That’s it… that’s a good girl. Gonna come soon?” She nods adamantly, hips moving faster, as fast as she can, imitating her earlier movements.

The crest of her orgasm reaches her as her thigh cramps, her head falling back on Carmy’s shoulder as she bites down on her tongue, feeling it begin to roll over her. Carmy’s hands suddenly appear on her hips, his grip strong and tight as he holds her still, preventing her from riding herself through her high.

Her head jerks up from his shoulder, brows furrowed as she prepares to fuss when every word she was prepared to say dies on her tongue. knocking and then walking through the doorway is no one other than Neil. Her fingers tremble as she pulls her dress down, ignoring her pussy leaking around Carmy’s cock as she smiles weakly at the dumbass.

His steps slow down as he notices her sitting on Carmy’s lap but he keeps walking in nonetheless, sitting down in the free chair across from the desk. “Sorry to bother ya’ Chef…” He drones on about something, possibly work related and she couldn’t care less, too distracted by Carmy’s cock twitching in her cunt and her heart racing still as she faces to confront how hot and hard and thick he was inside of her. She swallows harshly, doing her best to breathe and calm down and pretend like he wasn’t currently balls deep inside her cunt, pulsating and swelling by the second. She’s comforted slightly by the annoyed tick in Carmy’s jaw, knowing she weren’t the only one being tortured.

Once he’s certain she’s gotten the hint to stay still, he lets go of her hips, opting instead for wrapping an arm around her middle. Internally she was screaming at Neil, telling him to get out so she could fucking come already, externally, she was fighting to control her breathing and slow down her still racing heart.

Leaning back against him was a mistake, quickly biting down on her tongue to hold back a whiny moan as Carmy’s cock pressed firmly at her deepest spot. Almost every muscle in her body tightened, trying so hard to not move anymore. Her pussy throbbed and leaked with every passing second that she had to sit still around his cock, and she didn’t mean to, she really didn’t, but as soon as the walls of her pussy contracted around Carmy’s cock in a slight squeeze, he grunted. His voice was tight as he spoke to Neil, eyes dark and narrowed, fully intent on getting him the fuck out of there.

Her legs trembled as his cock involuntarily twitched inside her, prompting her to squeeze again. It was almost pavlovian, she felt him twitch inside her and her walls contracted around him, trying to quell her need – which at this point was beyond trying to control. Her body was out of her hands now. Neil needed to fucking leave.

“But anyways, that’s all I wanted to say, gonna head back before Ritchie tries to fuck me in the ass. See ya.” He tips his hat toward her in a goodbye and she can’t manage anything in return except a slight upward turn of her lips but it doesn’t even matter because he’s closing the door and leaving. Both her and Carmy simultaneously let out deep breaths she didn’t know she was holding.

She’s barely in the middle of another deep breath when Carmy’s hands return to her hips as he stands, pushing his chair backwards in the process. He pushes her down until she’s laid on top of his desk, papers she’s sure he no longer cares about getting rumpled underneath her chest.

“Nearly soaked my pants with how much that little pussy of yours was leaking on me.” Her cheek is flat against the desk, arms stretching above her head to grip the edge of it.

Carmy’s legs keep her thighs spread as he palms her ass open, cursing lowly at the sight of her pussy hugging and leaking around his cock, before he’s pulling out and snapping his hips forward with a hard thrust. The force behind it knocks out a high-pitched moan from her, her pussy squeezing Carmy’s cock and seemingly trying to pull him deeper inside her as he splits her open with each thrust. “Keep quiet, I fucking mean it.”

The edge of the desk dug into the skin of her hips as he fucked her into it, his chest pressing into her back as he leans over her, cock grinding deeper into her. “You feel so good around my cock, baby. Come on, clench around my cock some more.” her abdomen cramps as she squeezes him harder, chest numbing against wood as he curses, and praises, “Always so good and tight for me.”

“Keep squeezing me, baby. Gonna make you come all over my cock.” He comes up off of her, gaining more power again behind his thrusts, a silent ‘Daddy’ leaving her as his cock pounds deep into her, the girth of him still stretching her out over and over and over.

She can feel him grow close as the coil deep in her stomach tightens and tightens, his cock swelling inside her and making her sob quietly as her clit throbs needily. “Camry... Gonna c-come.”

“Yeah?” His pace stutters as his voice deepens, more breathy than it is words as he reaches around her thigh to rub her clit. “Come for me, sweetheart.” Her eyes screw shut and her mouth hangs open in a silent scream when the coil snaps and she comes, the sheer strength of it shaking her to her very core, tears leaking from her eyes. Carmy’s hips jerk once and twice and then he too comes, painting the walls of her cunt as he fills her with his cum, to the point where it begins to leak out of her.

He’s held his position over her, hands on her hips with his eyes shut tight as he groans, the material of her underwear sliding against his cock as he’s pulling out of her still tingling pussy. “Wow,” he breathes, her ears straining a bit as she hears him plop down into his chair, zipping his pants up, “your pussy really didn’t want me to leave.”

All she can do is whimper quietly in response, still laid out on top of his desk as she comes down, slowly leaving being fucked out and entering completely sated. Her hips buck when she feels Carmy touch her, two of his long fingers lightly circling over her clit before gathering her mixed juices leaking from her pussy and cursing when he pushes it back into her cunt, her walls hugging and fluttering around his fingers.

He’s passing his hands over her ass and thighs, a slow caress to comfort her after he pulls his fingers out of her, a small gasp falling from her lips. Her eyes blink open as her mind fully returns to her, exhaling deeply and flushing when Carmy fixes her underwear, pushing the seat of it back and pulling the hem of them up until they fit just as snug as they were when she first put them on.

“You alive over there?” He chuckles, fingers lightly tracing the backs of her knees and thighs as she hums, her hands pressing into the wood beneath her as she push herself up, her dress falling back down.

“Yeah.” Good.

She meets him eye to eye as she turns around to face him, taking a little comfort in knowing that he looked as fucked and sated as she felt. “Come here.” He pulls her until she’s standing between his legs, swallowing down a lump in her throat as she tries not to think about how small she felt between his legs and as he pulls her closer into him, her chest meeting his as he places a quick kiss on her lips.

His hands trail up the backs of her legs until they rest under her ass, palms spread over them as he gives a firm squeeze, smiling when she squeaks. Suddenly her eyes widen and her face flushes, causing Carmy’s eyebrows to crease in concern. “What? What’s wrong?”

She regards him with wide eyes, voice small as she whimpers, “I… I can feel your cum dripping out of me.” A shit eating grin spreads across his lips immediately, her eyes rolling as she squeezes her thighs together. He chuckles, stopping when she gives him a quick glare.

“Better go home and clean up, baby.” Asshole.

© 𝔪𝔬𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔬𝔯𝔰

[writteninkat]

Envy | Megumi x reader

summary: "You've been spending a scary amount of time with Itadori, haven't you? Are you trying to make me jealous?" His eyes narrow accusingly at you, making the corner of your lips twitch up, "Is it working?"

f!reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: jealous sex, rough sex, manhandling, oral (f!receiving), tied up, overstumulation

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You block Yuuji's fist with two of your wooden katanas, closing one eye when you feel a gush of wind follow after the punch. You back is drenched, your chest is rising and falking heavily, your throat is parched and your limbs feel like they might break at any second.

You push Yuuji away from you with the last bit remaining strength you have before falling on your knees. "Y/n!" Maki yells in worry, immediately running after you. The rest of the second years follow in suit as Nobara kneels beside your exhausted body.

"She's been pushing herself too hard lately, after that fight she had with Megumi..." Nobara's upper cheek flinches at the memory. You and Megumi fought so bad to the point that the two of you were already screaming at each other's faces.

Your heart breaks at the memory and you feel a tear stream down the side of your head. Megumi had left Tokyo that day, and it's been a whole week since. You know he's been trying to contact you, probably to apologize, but being the petty bitch that you are you never answered nor read any of his messages, wanting this to be treated as a lesson for him.

You feel strong arms snake under your back and the rear part of your legs, scooping you up in one sweep. At first you think it's Megumi, your heart races at the possibility as you force one of your eyes open. The small strand of hope dies when you see the same pink-headed boy you've been spending your whole week with ever since Megumi left.

Before you can think of anything else, darkness envelopes you in its arms, forcing you into a deep slumber you never thought you needed.

[9:12 PM]

Your entire body feels light. You expected some sore muscles hete and there, maybe even neck pain? Your eyes slowly flutter open, orange, soft light coming into view.

"Is this what you do while I'm away? Misbehave?"

Your eyes widen at the sound of the voice, your head immediately whipping to the direction from where it's coming from.

There he is, standing in all his glory. Megumi Fushiguro.

Black hair, so soft and smooth. Milky white skin, so plush and void of any blemish. Your favorite part of him were his eyes, surrounded by beautiful long lashes and those dark blue eyes that always manages to capture you in a prison-like headspace.

He's wearing a buttoned-up long sleeve, its sleeves were folded right below his elbows and a silver watch decirates his left wrist. The shirt is tucked in his black pants, a black leather belt hugging his hips just right as his hand rests comfortably inside one pocket.

Your thighs clench together at the sight of him, he looks so grown up and mature. He looks absolutely... sexy.

"Hey." Megumi takes your face by your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him. "Let me rephrase my question." He slowly bends his knees, lowering himself so he's in face-level with you. He looks deep into your eyes, "You've been spending a scary amount of time with Itadori, haven't you? Are you trying to make me jealous?" His eyes narrow accusingly at you, making the corner of your lips twitch up, "Is it working?"

Megumi pushes you back onto the bed, pinning your arms above your head. "Every time I call you, he picks up." Megumi seethes, jaw clenching. "Reading his replies instead of yours has my head spinning. I couldn't focus on work because of you."

"You're mine, and no one else's."

You keep your thighs clenched together as you catch your bottom lip in between your teeth. "Prove it."

Megumi doesn't waste a second in pressing his lips on yours, his free hand slowly going down your sides as you lift your legs, wrapping them around his hips. Megumi roughly shoves your legs apart as he lets go of your hands, his hands making quick work of taking off his belt. Once off his hips, he pulls either side apart, creating a whipping sound before inserting the end inside the buckle, wrapping it around your wrists tighlty, making sure you're not getting it undone.

He gets on his knees, looking down at you with his eyes shaded darkly with lust and jealousy. The sight has your cunt throbbing and pooling, dampening your cotton panties. Your spread legs giving your boyfriend a perfect view of the way your slick turns a part of your panties darker.

"I'm going to mark you as mine. And while I'm doing that, you'll referring to me as," He leans forward, lips feathering over the shell of your ear. "master." He whispers, two fingers pressing against your wet pussy.

You mewl at the contact, back arching having caught off guard. Megumi hooks his thumb on your panty, moving it aside to give himself a good look at your shiny, slick-covered cunt. He presses a finger on it, teasing you by running his finger right over where your two folds meet. He watches attentively as he lifts his finger and watches as your juices create a bride between your wet sex and his finger.

"Look at you, all wet for me." Megumi mutters under his breath, smirking after he brings his finger to his mouth, tasting you. "You taste amazing, baby. Wanna have some more of you." He slowly lowers himself, eyes on you. His lips press against your cunt, one lick from his tongue has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your mouth opening as you let out an audible gasp.

Megumi pushes your thighs even further apart, his tongue shaoing circles around your clit as he sucks on it every now and then. He buries his face even further deeper between your legs, his hot tongue oushibg through and against your walls, lapping up your dripping slick. The sound of his mouth sucking on your pussy and his tongue messily and loudly lapping you up has you squeezing your fists tightly, nails digging into your skin.

"Mmmhhmmff- Megumi-!!" You moan loudly, your hips moving on their own as you feel an orgasm tickling you.

Suddenly, Megumi pulls away from your needy cunt and before you could react, he slaps your cunt, catching you and your orgasm off guard. Your eyes widen as your back arches at the feeling of your orgasm hitting you ten times more than it usually does.

You heave, your eyes darting to Megumi, questioning his actions. He smiles at you, mouth and chin covered in glistening slick as he runs his tongue over his upper lip, "What did I tell you to call me?" His voice is a few octaves lower than usual.

"M-master..." Your lips quiver.

He chuckles darkly, fingers moving to undo the button and zipper of his pants. "Remember how that orgasm felt just now?" He asks, pushing his pants along with his boxers down, letting them pool around his ankles. He returns on the bed, pulling you towards him by your hips. He crawls his arms forward, placing your hands on either side of your head. "I'll have you cumming like that the whole night, so be prepared, princess."

He shoves his entire length inside you, causing you to open your mouth without a sound leaving your lips. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight princess." He curses in between his teeth, looking down at where the two of you are connected.

"Too big- so fucking big, Master! Too much!" You mewl loudly, toes curling at the feeling of being stuffed to the brim of him. "That's it, princess, just keep taking all of me just like that. Good girl." He sings into your ear, slowly pushing himself into your tight cunt until his hips are touching the beck of your thighs.

The two of you take deep breaths, calming yourselves before Megumi begins thrusting his hips. He begins slow and soft, making sure you've adjusted to him. His hands are on your hips and your legs are elevated to the air, giving him more access. When he feels you fucking him back with your hips creating circles, he pushes you away by your hips before quickly pulling you back and thrusting his hips along with the movement of his arms. This has him deep inside you, his tip pushing on the bundle of nerves that has you gasping audibly. Megumi snaps his hips into you roughly, his sac slapping on your ass, creating lewd noises as he fucks into your dripping cunt relentlessly.

"Ugh- oh fuck.." Megumi moans out, throwing his head back with his mouth open as he continues impailing himself inside you. The bed creaks at every thrust Megumi does and along with it slowly creeps your orgasm.

"Master! Mmmmhhhfff-fuck, Master! I'm close!" You moan loudly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your toes curl, anticipating the orgasm that's about to hit you. Megumi lowers his head, arms pulling your tummy onto his chest as his tongue laps over your hardened bud. When he traps your nipple with his teeth, your back unconsciously arches itself, your tongue lolled out as you rock your hips back and forth, riding out your orgasm.

Megumi hisses as he feels you clenching around him. He pushes himself off you, eyes widening and heart dropping to his stomach at the sight of your fucked-out expression.

Your eyes are crossed as they look up at the ceiling, glistening with tears. A hot flush is spread across your face, over your cheeks and nose and your tongue is lolled out of your smiling mouth.

Megumi bites on gis lower lip, thrusting into you with your expression embedded in his head. Who would have known you could make such a face?

It fuels Megumi's want for you- he pulls you by your arm as his other hand takes you by your lower back. He sets you on his lap as he fucks you relentlessly, watching as you bounce on him. He chuckles, playing with your bouncing tits as he feels you shake on top if him and clench around him once more, your broken moan telling him you've once again hit another orgasm.

"I'm not yet done with you." Megumi growls, pushing you off his lap as he presses your restrained hands on the matress, his free hand pushing one leg further back, giving him even more space to work on your pussy. Squelching and slapping noises fill the room and Megumi closes his eyes, focusing on the sounds like he's listening to an orchestra. His eyes snap open at the feeling of your pussy yet again, tightening around him. "How many times was that already? Four? Five?" He asks, watching as your head limply drops to the side. He watches as your bare chest rises and falls, your fucked up expression light on your face as your tears create marks on your cheeks.

"Princess." He demands for your attention, and you give him exactly that. You open one eye lazily. "We're not stopping until I cum."

You've already decided to let him do whatever he wanted with you anyways, so you nod your head, feeling his stupid smile.

He undoes the belt around your wrists, pulling both of them towards his lips as he presses soft kisses over the red marks around your sensitive skin. "Widen your legs." He orders, pressing your hands on either side of your head. You do exactly as he says, feeling him kiss and leave marks all over your neck and chest as he has his way with you- hips snapping even faster and much harder than before. He continues hitting the same spot- the particular bundle of nerves that has you seeing stars.

"Mmmff- Master!" You yell, biting on your lips as you feel him finally reaching his end as well, the thrusts of his hips getting sloppier every second.

"Oh God," Megumi growls onto the side of your neck, "Cumming- cumming!" Megumi tries to pull out, but your legs hook around his waist, keeping him buried inside you as he spills his hot seed inside you.

For a moment, the room is filled with nothing but deep breaths, the two of you waiting for the events of the night to finally hit you both. Before it does, you feel darkness once again wrap itself around you, pulling you into another slumber. The last thing you see before passing out is Megumi walking away from the bed.

[6:57AM]

When you wake up, the strong feeling of deja vu hits you, except this time, you can definitely feel muscle pain as well as your throat being so dry. You open your eyes, heart clenching at the sught of Megumi reading a book silently. You can feel his arm around you and his scent soothing the pain all over your body.

Megumi turns to you, smiling softly as he presses a kiss on your forehead. "I already asked Gojo sensei to give you a day off today. Rest all you want." He says softly, the complete opposite of how he acted last night.

You reach over to cup his cheek, eyes catching sight of the bandage wrapped around each of your wrists.

So he did take care of me right after.

"I'll be your butler for today." Megumi closes his book and places it on his nightstand at his side. "Just relax, anything my princess wants, I'll go get it for her."

"Mmmm, I just want cuddles for now. And maybe a little snack." You smile, raising your eyebrows at the sight of your boyfriend's frown.

"You said-"

"I know what I said, but I'm giving you a complete meal. We fucked after you woke up after passing out, I'm so sorry for being so inconsiderate..." He pouts, pressing his forehead on yours. You smile, coming to a conclusion that you love every single side of this boy. His dominant side, his soft and caring side, even his envious side.

"Let's talk about that jealousy problem you have while I eat."

Megumi flushes, "I wasn't jealous!"

[sunfire-forever]

Punishment time part 2

Part 1

Pairing: The Boyz Juyeon x The Boyz Eric x Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Tags: smut, threesome, dom!juyeon, switch!eric, sub!reader, oral (receiving + giving) , 18+ , double penetrati0n, nipple play, usage of toys, swearing, teasing, just extremely filthy

Summary: After a wild night spent with your best friend's flatmate without your bestie knowing, you are coming back to their apartment. It is your birthday and they are waiting for you with a proper gift, making this night definitely one that you and your body will never forget.

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You woke up to the morning sunlight shining from Juyeon's window to your face. Juyeon had his arm wrapped around you caressing your naked body under his blanket. You could still smell his parfume mixed with many other scents from the night before. His muscles around you made you feel so safe and sound. You needed a few minutes to realize that the past night was not a dream and you were thinking about if you could even walk from so much pleasure the man next to you gave you. You turned around to look at him. Juyeon was dead gorgeous. He was still sleeping yet his messy hair made him look so cute and innocent - completely opposite to what happened last night.

You looked at the clock and it was already 10:27am. Oh my goodness, you needed to go home! You didn't plan to have sex with your best friend's flatmate but even more you didn't plan to stay overnight. There were so many thoughts in your head - how should you behave after this? how will Eric react - does he already know? and what was the comment Juyeon said about Eric, was it true?

You needed to put away these thoughts for awhile and just get your ass out of the room before Juyeon wakes up. You put on your clothes, packed your things and quietly exited the room. You peeked in the room next door which was Eric's trying to see if he is sleeping but no one was there. After turning around and letting a sigh of relief, you went to put on your shoes. After tieing up your shoelaces where you needed to squat, you raised up again seeing 2 legs in front of you.

"Eric Sohn! What are you doing here?"

"Um it's my apartment I guess. You look messy, what happened to you? Here - your charger."

You completely forgot that you were supposed to meet because of the charger. Gosh, you've had luck since if didn't hear anything thinking you came for the charger.

"Thanks!" you said trying to look as less obvious as possible. "By the way, why do you have a cake in your hand?", you ask noticing him holding a cake as well.

"Hm, I wouldn't think you'd forgot your own birthday tomorrow but yeah I bought it for you"

Oh shit, that's true. Your birthday was tomorrow and you didn't think of it at all.

"Wow Eric, thank you! But it's too early to eat it now..."

"True, but you can come by in the evening and we can wait for midnight together just like we do every year."

"Sounds like a plan" you said.

"Yeah the cake was meant to be a surprise, y/n" - Eric said while accompanying you to the door, you already going outside. He gazed at you and made a dramatic pause.

"But I guess we need to think of another surprise for the night" he said slowly, while the door closing in front of your eyes watching Eric's mischievous smile get out of your sight.

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8:00pm. Juyeon and Eric's apartment.

You waited in front of the doorstep checking yourself out in the reflection of the door.

Every time you've entered this apartment you were in some sort of hoodies, sweaters, clothes for chilling out and relaxing.

But today, that was not the case.

You rang the bell and the door opened.

"Hey y/n what's up.. Ohhhhh myyy" - you heard Eric say in awe.

You took your birthday as a reason good enough to look smoking hot. Sexy. Seductive.

You wore a tight red see-through dress and black lacy bra and fishnet tights underneath.

You had a choker around your neck and you were smelling like roses. And yes, you were standing like this in front of your best friend. He doesn't need to know that you drank 3 glasses of soju before you came here. You just enjoyed this confidence and thought it's completely appropriate for your birthday. He also looked very handsome with a black unbottoned shirt.

You entered the apartment . "I'll go to the basement and get the beer", said Eric leaving your sight. You bent down to take your heels off and while squating you felt a big hand grabbing your butt.

"Hello princess."

You threw your heels on the side and stood up while the hand still grabbing your booty.

*Shit* you said in your head. This was unfair.

In front of you was Juyeon, looking like the most fuckable creature in the world. He had a black t-shirt and extremely tight leather pants on. His forehead was showing and he was looking at you like you're a treat he is just about to taste.

"Miss me?" he asked.

"Oh what do you think?" you replied moving his hand from your butt under your dress to your core. His hands were going over your cold skin and fishnet tights and when they reached the end point, you saw his expression change.

Maybe you decided to leave your panties home making his cold fingers directly over your core. This small thing made you notice his bulge becoming more evident making him go crazy even if he didn't want to show it much, his body revealed all signs. He leaned in for a kiss, but the moment got interrupted by the sound of Eric's steps approaching the living room from the basement.

"I brought the beer!" Eric shouted while you two got your hands off of each other. In the end, Eric doesn't know anything. You tried to act normal, although the chemistry and sparks between Juyeon and you were on fire.

An hour and 10 beers later, the three of you were all on the couch comfortably next to each other. In the beginning you were all just regularly sitting, but many laughs and celebratory cheers afterwards you were all laying down. You were in the middle and as the night approached, you comfortably turned around to your bestie Eric him hugging you from the back. You used to hug a lot, this was nothing new. He was also the one who liked skinship and sometimes you also played video games in this position. But as he was holding you in your arms and hugging you, he started doing something so far unknown. He took your palms and started slowly massaging them. This felt so good. You felt your body relaxing and at one point you even closed your eyes diving into this unfamiliar yet erotic sensation. You opened your eyes and saw Eric's head move much closer to yours, his soft lips being an inch away. But then you turned your hand around looking at Juyeon on the other side of the couch extremely furious. You were not touching him, but the way of how you were laying down with your legs very open made him looked at your bare pussy under your short dress.

You spread out your hand and took another beer, not breaking the eye contact with Juyeon. He looked jealous, irritated and needy.

He wanted to grab you from Eric's arms and use you to his own pleasure. You opened the bottle, yet the weird position made you... spill half of the bottle over you.

You and Eric immediately wanted to stand up looking at the mess. The beer spilled over you and your floor. Your top was so wet that the thin material completely revealed your stripped bralette as well as your hardened nipples after the reaction with the cold liquid. And while you were standing up Juyeon took a close look at your soaked body.

"Eric, where is the mop?"

"In the first drawer in my room."

"Cool, let me get it quickly"

You entered Eric's room and approached his shelf, opening the first drawer. You froze.

"Holy shit" you said being flabbergasted. You were looking at were definitely... not mops.

It was a drawer full of sex toys. Your eyes opened wide. Dildos, vibrators, chains, nipple clamps, rings and so many items you were not sure what they are. You had a few moments of blackout your brain not believing that your so far innocent best friend had a collection like this. You were staring at the items when you suddenly heard noise behind you.

"Oh well, well, what do have in here" you heard while turning around and seeing Eric at the front door.

"I told you the first drawer from above baby, not from below"

"I didn't know you're into these things, Eric", you replied.

"Oh look who's the one saying that. I also didn't know you were into being fucked raw the whole night. I couldn't sleep yesterday from your moans coming out from Juyeon's room"

"You... you heard it? I... I can explain"

"There is only one thing I want you to explain."

said Eric stepping closer and closer to you.

You heard a door slam in the back.

"Eric, Eric, Eric. We didn't agree to play like this. I still didn't give you permission to touch... what was mine." said Juyeon approaching you too and holding your chin up.

"Don't start whining once you receive your punishment pup. You'd be so powerless against me, begging and begging to cum for me but only I can decide when and how you will. You're mine and your body knows it, responding only to my touch I'll make sure you feel things beyond your wildest dreams." - said Juyeon... to Eric.

You witnessed Eric turning from a confident flirt to an ultimate sub carefully listening and obeying to every word Juyeon spoke out of his mouth. Damn, you knew Juyeon can make so many people wrapped around his finger but you never thought your best friend is one of them. Juyeon took Eric's chin and stared at the younger one, pulling him in for a wild kiss.

"But not today, pup. Today we are taking care of this birthday princess over here. She deserved to be handled well. Do you have a wish, baby?" Juyeon asked switching the attention to you.

"I only have one wish" you said, hearing the clock marking that the midnight has arrived.

"Fuck the hell out of me", you replied.

A second later Juyeon took your waist and pushed you relentlessly on the bed. He pulled your dress up and didn't even bother to take off your tights but just ripped a part of them making a hole exactly at your already dripping core.

"Happy birthday, beautiful" said Juyeon at the second where he slammed 3 of his fingers in you while his thumb hitting a sensitive spot on your clit.

"Ahhhhh fuck Juyeon" you moaned loudly, but soon you were shut up by Eric who started making out with you.

Eric's lips felt like cotton candy. They were so soft and plump but the tenderness didn't last long since all of a sudden the mood completely changed and the kisses started being faster, deeper and rougher, matching the pace of Juyeon's fingers. Eric's kisses felt forbidden, you never expected for you two to get closer to this level of intimacy. But damn, you couldn't complain since it felt so damn good. You felt your high was coming closer so you couldn't control yourself but whine and moan. Eric moved his lips to your neck, leaving juicy kisses, marking it as his territory. A few moments later, you felt your high coming up, your orgasm filling your entire body and your cum going all around Juyeon's fingers.

After you calmed a bit down, you realized your two men still have their clothes on. Now it's time to change it. You crawled up to Juyeon and soon later all his clothes were on the floor. His toned muscles and doll-like body turned you on even more, so you couldn't help yourself but start worshiping his cock, taking it all inside your mouth and deep throating it while swirling your tongue around it, making you hear his needy moans again. He was standing next to the bed, and you were on your fours when unexpectedly Eric came from the back and slammed his cock inside you without any prior notice. Juyeon's hands already stretched you well, but Eric's size made you see all the stars. Being in the doggy position made you feel different spots. Your mascara got completely smudged up from tears which started going while your body tried to get used to the sizes inside your mouth and your core. A few minutes and many thrusts later, you started clenching and you felt both Juyeon and Eric cum inside you, you simultaneously reaching your second orgasm and your body becoming weak to their core and collapsing on the bed.

"Look at our goddess taking us both so well." said Juyeon. He went out for a second and came back with a something in his hand. "Close your eyes kitten, I have a small surprise for you". All of a sudden your eyes went black and a second later, your body froze. And then at once you had both Eric and Juyeon on you, each of the guys giving attention your nipples. But this was a different kind of feeling - they took an ice cube in their mouth and while the cube being in the mouth they both mercilessly sucked and licked your nipples - the left one was Juyeon's and right one Eric's. It was their warm, tender lips stroking one of the most sensitive part of your body mixed with the freezing feeling of the cube giving you shivers all over your body.

After the ice cubes melted, Eric slowly stood up and came to his drawer. "Since you were so curious about it, shall we use some pretty toys on you, y/n?" pointing at his sex toy collection.

He took a big clit vibrator in his hand, handed it to Juyeon, which put it to the highest speed and placed it on the perfect spot. You've never used toys before and someone else using them on you turned you even more on. The vibrator did wonders, but just before you wanted to orgasm, Juyeon turned it off.

"What the fuck Juyeon, why did you stop?"

"You aren't allowed to cum until I allow you to."

You got angry. You knew he was jealous so you wanted to make him even more furious.

"And what if I want someone else to make me cum?" you said with a tricky voice, turning up to Eric and starting to ride him.

"Show me what you got, Eric" you said to your best friend, him controlling the pace and placing his hand around your neck pulling just as much as pressure for the choking to spice you up. You couldn't see Juyeon anymore.

All you could hear is noise from the drawer.

Probably he was putting the vibrator back, you thought. But instead he pulled lube out of Eric's drawer. He approached you and you knew it because you felt his warmth on your back. But you didn't want to say anything.

Maybe you should have, because Juyeon took the lube and prepared your second hole for his entrance. And at that moment, you had your best friend and your lover double penetrating you. You loved the attention, especially from someone like them which exactly knew how to pleasure a woman.

"Fuck, don't stop! Don't you dare to stop!" you screamed from the bottom of your lungs, sweat on your forehead, with your makeup completely ruined, watery eyes, looking like a slut that you are. They haven't stopped but continued ruining you up to the point where the biggest, most powerful orgasm in your fucking life hit you. You started squirting, messing up the whole bed and your men pulling their cocks and spitting their cum all over your chest.

All three of you were laying on Erics bed, trying to catch your breaths. Soon after, you fell asleep, cuddled in between Juyeon and Eric.

"Do you do this often?" you asked Eric

"Do you expect less from two porn stars?" he answered, leaving you without words.

[mitsamu]

bloody valentine

toga himiko.

— toga doesn't think she's ever tasted blood as sweet as yours.

› smut. MINORS DNI.

F.READER ; KNIFE PLAY , BLOOD + BLOOD DRINKING , FINGERING , ORAL SEX.

› words : 1.1K

notes – repost from my previous blog. i edited and modified it a little.

the cold steel of the knife presses against your naked skin with a tenderness you wouldn’t have thought toga to be capable of. it dances on your body, caresses the curve of your neck, the valley of your breasts. goes back up to the side of your face, where she uses it to tilt your chin up, the sharp tip digging into your skin ever so slightly. her eyes catch the little drops coming out of the wound and sparkle with a malicious kind of hunger that has you trembling in your place.

legs folded underneath you and hands tied behind your back, you are nothing but a docile sacrifice to her impulses. like a little mouse trapped in a cat’s claws, unable to do anything but surrender yourself to her mercy.

“you look so pretty like this…” her voice is sickeningly sweet, but after all those years together you’ve grown used to it, addicted to. it's certainly better than the alternative, the morose and grief-stricken tone she talked in when you first bumped into her. “but you would look so much better with…” her smile grows, your breath gets caught in your throat. “just…” the knife traces its previous steps. cold, unforgiving. “a little bit of…” it sinks shallowly at the base of your neck, like a caress turning a little bit too far, a little bit too rough. “…red, don’t you think?”

you whine at the sting, eyes shut tight and lips trembling. she watches as a road of carmine drips down your chest, between your breasts and down, down, down, where they get lost in your belly button. her fingers reach forward, waltz on your body, around the healed scars of past encounters, over the fresh wounds, smearing the blood on your skin. a whimper leaves your lips as she tenderly dips her fingers in them.

for a brief moment, she does nothing but watch her fingers swirl and twirl the clotting liquid until it doesn't spread out anymore, too dry for her to keep playing with it. a soft “not enough” leaves her lips, almost inaudible. toga goes on cutting, digging, slicing your skin. your body trembles underneath her, whether with fear or arousal, you aren't sure — it's been long since the two wires have tangled into your brain, leaving an indistinguishable chaos behind.

the glint of the stained steel catches toga’s eyes. the red of your blood has always been her favorite shade. it looks so pretty, beautiful no matter what it decorated. she giggles and looks down at you with hunger. pure, raw, burning hunger.

“it’s such a pretty color, red. it even sounds pretty.” she presses the edge of the knife back against your skin, cuts just below your ribs. eager eyes follow the blood that trickles down your body. “r-e-d. red… red!,”comes her singing, dreamy and cheerful. she leans closer into you, elated face millimeters away from yours. her voice is just a whisper when she speaks again, but it carries so much more fervor and fierceness than any scream ever could. “no wonder it’s the color of love…”

she smiles at you with a frantic kind of desire, desperate and greedy and impatient. presses her hands to your shoulders until you are forced to sit back. then, she crawls even closer to you, pushing your legs apart so she can kneel between them.

“you’re trembling so much… are you scared?” she puts on a playful tone, but you know she awaits your answer anxiously. you can see it in the way her expression shifts, almost imperceptible, a frown lingering for just a second.

“no. not of you. never of you.”

the smile on her face grows impossibly wider, pleased, at your reassurance. her chest rises and falls with a relieved, deep sigh. for a moment, you catch a glimpse of vulnerability and fondness in the way he gazes at you, before the flame in them burns with renewed eagerness.

the blade of the knife presses against your leg once more. carefully, almost lovingly, it slashes long, somewhat deep cuts through your skin. toga stares avidly at your face, looking for even the slightest twitch or change in your expression. when you remain quiet and compliant, trying to calm the beating of your heart, she changes her focus to the trail of blood smeared on your thigh. pink tongue licking her bottom lip, she leans in eagerly. the knife's quickly discarded, forgotten next to you like it was never there to begin with. she leaves a kiss near your knee before following the red path on your skin.

your consciousness is beginning to fade into a dull, hazy fog; and the warm, wet feeling of her tongue dancing on your body is the only thing anchoring you to reality. the only thing preventing you from falling into the darkness with open arms.

teeth sink into your flesh and you jump in your place, fleeting pain jolting through you. toga giggles again — a depraved yet sweet sound that's always taken your breath away — and a mirroring, dopey smile stretches your lips. her hands curl around your thighs and pull you closer. so close, your dripping cunt is mere inches away from her face. the way her eyes focus so intently on it has shame lighting up every bit of you, nervous system on fire and breathing ragged.

the desperate writhing of your body doesn't go unnoticed. without as much as a warning, she gives a tentative lick to you neglected clit. jolts of pleasure burst from the point of contact. short-lived and overwhelming after being ignored for so long. you take a sharp, shaky breath, hand flying to cover your mouth, eyes shutting tight in preparation. her fingers are quick to join her as she plays with the little nub, pushing deep into you until they all but disappear inside your warmth. curling them up, she presses and teases and abuses that sweet little spot. your eyes roll back and stars fill your sight.

mind dazed with the sudden rush that courses through you, you whimper and whine and sob behind your hand. breath dampens your palm to an uncomfortable point, but you don't dare to move it in fear of disturbing the quietness of the apartment. even so, muffled, desperate mewls pour out of your mouth, her name intermingled with them.

toga loves it, how you melt underneath her touch, with no reservations, no fear of what she’ll do to you. you trusted her. you trust her, and to her, there's nothing more beautiful than that.

except, of course, the way you come undone around her fingers, face contorted in unabashed, pure pleasure, voice breaking into breathy and needy cries, body trembling with the aftermath. it's almost embarrassing, how little you last while toga toys with your body like it's her favorite pastime; but she doesn't really mind, not when she gets to see you so perfect and vulnerable for her.

only for her.

© MITSAMU ; DO NOT REPOST, MODIFY OR CLAIM AS YOUR OWN.

[nightshade-minho]

-The One-

Warnings: very very mild knifeplay, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), fingering, creampie, light navel play, tiny mention of blood, rituals, themes of witchcraft + demons, jealousy, sir kink, master kink, threesome, aftercare.

Felix × fem!Reader × Minho

Wc: 3k

Note: I stayed up all night writing this and was half-asleep so I apologize for any mistakes or incoherencies. Regardless, I’m quite proud of this fic hehe, and I’d love some feedback on it~

You could barely breathe. The feeling of his cock stretching you out as you sat on his lap, combined with the heady feeling of the knife's tip pressed against your skin was driving you insane with arousal.

"Such a pretty one you are...we don't usually get customers like you."

You scrunched your eyes shut, not wanting to make eye contact with him. His smirk, his golden eyes that gleamed with confidence...it would all make you even more nervous than you already were.

"Sir...p-please don't hurt me."

"Tsk. I won't, princess. Not yet." He shifted you on his lap, causing his tip to rub up against your sweet spot. You let out a soft moan as he did so, your eyes slowly opening and drifting down to the shiny steel pressed against your torso.

"Will it...will it hurt?"

He gently dragged the knife upwards, eyes fixed on you. He wasn't applying any pressure, and the blade itself wasn't very sharp...but it still sent tingles through you.

"Not really. If you're a good girl for us, it won't. The ritual is a very short one, and doesn't have many side effects."

"Okay...wait, us?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. My boss. He'll be here soon, don't worry. He's a busy man. I take care of the shop when he's not here."

"Oh...so you're like, his assistant?"

"Mmhm. You could say that. He doesn't pay me, though." He mutters, expression faltering for a second. The smirk slowly returned though, as he dragged the steel gently up between your breasts, pausing.

"Why...w-why do you work here, then?"

"He's family. My older brother,to be exact."

"O-oh..."

"Yup. In fact, enjoy my leniency while you can. I can assure you, my brother is a lot more..."

He sighed, poking the tip into your skin lightly, but not enough to draw blood.

"Sadistic."

You gulped as Felix suddenly started thrusting up into you, his hips gaining a newfound vigor. You groaned, throwing your head back as he hit your sweet spot again.

You never thought you'd end up like this...A few weeks ago, you were living your life like any other college student.

When winter break came along, you'd been more than excited to get back to your hometown...the place you'd grew up in. One of the first things you did was visit the woods, searching for the tree house you'd made when you were about 10 years old.

Of course, you hadn't expected to see a cottage where your tree house had formerly been. On hindsight, it probably wasn't a good idea to knock.

You hadn't expected to see a cute boy open the door, either.

Felix, he said his name was.

The cottage wasn't a house after all...it was more of an eccentric little shop, the shelves lined with curious looking bottles and dusty books.

You'd definitely thought the man was cuckoo, especially when he started talking about witchcraft and rituals. He was undeniably hot, though...

One thing led to another and here you were a few days later, having sex with someone you barely knew. That someone also happened to talk an awful lot about demons and witchcraft. God, you were stupid to trust him.

"This ritual...what does it require, again? And there's absolutely no side effects?"

"Nope. All you want is revenge, correct? We can make that happen."

"Having sex with you is part of it, right?"

Felix laughed, taking his knife away and resting it on the table next to him. "Oh, you truly do hurt me. Here I was thinking you were having sex with me cause you wanted to." He adjusted himself in his chair, lifting you off his cock and turning you around.

He slowly eased you back down onto his length, groaning softly under his breath at your tightness.

"Look here. Intercourse with a virgin is stage one of the ritual, and semen also happens to be one of the ingredients." He said, pulling your back against his chest and lifting a finger, causing a dusty old book in the corner of the room to hover over.

You squinted at the page, the words registering itself in your brain.

"Wait...how did you know I'm a virgin?"

"It's glaringly obvious, doll."

You gritted your teeth, biting your lip as Felix let the book drop to the floor, his hands on your waist as he slowly started fucking up into you.

"Remember, you asked for this. You're the one who came here first. You gave me full consent to do this."

"I d-did."

"Mmhmm. Don't forget to tell Minho that. If he's not a corpse somewhere, that is...he usually isn't this late."

A shiver ran through you as Felix suddenly got up with you still on his cock, his fingers digging into your skin as he took you over to the window. He slid apart the heavy purple curtains with one hand.

"Ah...there he is."

You twisted your neck slightly. Eyes misty with arousal, you could barely make out the shadowy figure approaching. Felix's fingers on your chin forced you to face him again, his smile slightly unsettling.

"He's here. I'll remind you again. This was your choice."

"M-my choice..." You gulped as the door opened, the bells tinkling.

There was silence for a few minutes. Felix's form was blocking the figure in the shop. You made a sound of frustration as you craned your neck, trying to catch a glimpse of this mysterious man, despite the fear enveloping your heart.

"Hm. What do we have here? Felix, I've told you before. Don't bring your playthings into the shop."

Felix turned around, taking you to the counter and setting you on the edge of it, still inside you. The new angle finally let you make eye contact with the man.

Oh, fuck. Almost immediately, you wished you hadn't looked at him. Yes, Felix was scary and slightly unnerving...but this man's aura was a whole new shade of intimidating.

You tried your best to break eye contact, but you couldn't. His stare was mesmerizing, and you almost drooled.

A sharp thrust from Felix snapped you out of your haze.

"She isn't a plaything. She's been coming here for the past week...keeping me company. It gets lonely here when you leave on your little trips, you know."

Minho frowned as he set down the mysterious looking packages he'd been holding, leaning on the heavy oak table. His eyes fell on the open book. He lazily regarded the pages, sighing.

Despite his indifferent expression, when he spoke, his tone was menacing.

"Have you been showing this girl the texts? Felix, you know we're not supposed to fraternize with the mortals. I've let you copulate with some of them, but I've told you time and time again...magic and elements of the otherwordly realm are far too complex for their puny brains to comprehend."

Felix sighed, turning slightly to face his brother but not slowing down. He kept thrusting into you, a hand grasping your breast and fingers gliding over your nipple as he spoke.

"That's just it! This human here is different from the others. For one, once she got over her initial shock and surprise, she even started reading the rituals herself and helping me out around the shop! In fact, that's what we're doing right now, enacting the Interfectorem Inimicus Ritual. She has a silly little rival she wants to get rid of."

Minho sighed, his eyes coming up to meet yours again. You looked away meekly, making a small smirk appear on his features.

Cute.

He rarely found mortals attractive...but this one right here might have to be an exception. Besides, if what Felix said was true, she was special. Maybe she wasn't even a mortal after all...

Minho needed to know if that was true. And there was only one way to find out.

He stalked over calmly, tapping Felix's shoulder.

"Give her to me."

"What?!" Felix's look of confusion mirrored yours.

"You heard me." His gaze drifted slowly to you, a finger sneaking out to trace your jawline. You unknowingly leaned into his touch, shivering at the feeling of his cold fingers.

"Hmm now, kitten...why exactly were you snooping about in the sacred texts?" His gaze was stern as he locked your eyes with his.

"I wasn't s-snooping-"

"Did Lixie here give you permission?"

"I, well...no..." You hated the way his intense stare was making you blurt out the truth, cheeks flushed. "I was just curious, that's all. So I read one of the b-books when he wasn't looking."

"Curious." Minho let go of your chin, chuckling. "Haven't you heard? Curiosity killed the cat." His eyes turned darker. "Although when it comes to this kitty, it might just be something else that leads to her demise..."

You swallowed, a fresh wave of arousal shooting through you as Minho smiled, saccharine sweet.

He glared at Felix, making him let go of you reluctantly.

"I'm going to fuck you now, kitten. Would you like that?"

You looked up at him. There was just something about him...his intensity, his demeanor...combined with his sharp beauty...he had you whiny and needy, keening in just seconds.

"Yes, Master, want you...want you so bad!" You mewled, just as Felix pulled out of you.

"Good girl."

In seconds, he gathered you in his arms, taking you over to the burgundy sofa in the corner of the room. "Now, let's do this ritual the right way, shall we? Felix, light some candles."

"Listen, brother, I really don't think this is a good idea and-"

"Do as I say."

Felix sighed, nodding as he went to gather some candles from the shelf. As he lit each one, his heart shuddered.

The two of them knew something you didn't.

Felix and Minho shared a demonic father, but had different mothers. Felix's mother happened to be human, while Minho's definitely wasn't. It was why Felix was able to have intercourse with humans without rendering them completely insane.

Minho, on the other hand...didn't possess even an ounce of humanity. He was draconian, otherworldly...

Felix glanced back, sadness taking over his features as he watched you, entranced as you stared at him.

He was worried you wouldn't last the night.

Minho leaned down, inhaling. He loved the way the human interacted to his touches, however featherlight they may be. He ran the tip of his fingers over your chin, down between your breasts. His fingers continued their descent until they reached your navel, his lust growing as he dipped his finger in, prompting a soft whimper from you. He fingered your navel gently for a few seconds, before he went even lower...finally reaching your clit.

If you were indeed human, you wouldn't be able to handle him or his cock. If you weren't, though?

The implications of it drove Minho giddy with excitement. He'd never had the pleasure of playing with someone as responsive and adorable as you were. Maybe you could even be his queen when he ascends his father's throne...

He shook his head, snapping himself out of his thoughts. First, he had to make sure of your origins. Then, he'd let himself daydream.

His fingers slowly pushed into your already dripping pussy, an appreciative groan leaving his lips as your soaking walls hugged his digits tightly.

Felix finished with the candles, his own erection growing impossibly harder as the lewd noises your pussy was making filled the room.

He turned, making his way to the sofa and glaring at his brother. He already harbored quite a bit of resentment for the older man, and this only served to deepen his hatred. Why did he have to steal away everything that was his?

Minho pulled his fingers out with a pop, sucking on his digits as he looked over at Felix. Your eyes opened halfway, registering Minho's naked form with some surprise. When did he remove his clothes? Then again, you knew the two men in the room didn't obey the same worldly rules you did.

Minho's eyes drifted down to Felix's erection, tutting under his breath.

"You know what...you can use her mouth, if you like."

Felix grumbled. It was better than nothing, but then again...He didn't want his brother to fuck you at all. Till now, you'd proven to be different from the usual human...most mortals couldn't even see their shop. However, he still felt that slight unease that came with not wanting to see you hurt. He'd only known you for a week but...deep inside, he didn't want to lose you.

Felix led his cock to your lips, eyes searching your lidded ones for discomfort. When he found none, he slid his length past your throat slowly, making you moan.

Minho's thick tip was rubbing at your folds. You could only feel the sensation of his head dragging up and down your slit...but it was more than enough for you to realize that he was bigger than everyone you'd ever had sex with.

When he finally pushed into you, you saw stars in your eyes. The pleasure was overwhelming...so sudden and potent that you screamed, Felix's eyes widening in concern as he pulled out.

"Are you okay?

"Y-yeah! For fuck's sake, it feels so gooooooood-" You choked out, clenching tightly around Minho's huge cock, his thrusts unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. It was almost satanic, the way he plunged into you repeatedly, stretching you out to your absolute limit.

Minho gritted his teeth as he gripped your waist tightly, his head thrown back in pleasure. "Fuck...ironic, but your pussy is heavenly, kitten..."

He moved you up and down his shaft, the feeling of your soft pussy opening up more and more with each stroke driving him crazed with lust. He'd never felt anything like this before.

"Felix, she's so fucking- shit....she's so fucking perfect-"

Felix frowned, sitting back as he watched. He couldn't help the envy from gripping his heart as he watched your pleasure-stricken face, your eyes rolling back in your head as Minho slid his girth deeper, hitting your sweet spot. He didn't want to stay any longer, but he couldn't help it. He really didn't want to leave you alone with his brother.

Minho drove into you faster as he felt his orgasm approaching, spurred on by the way you clenched tightly around him, clearly near your end as well.

"Kitten? 'M going to cum...going to fill your little pussy up..."

You whined, arching your back. "Can I cum, Master?"

He shook his head, growling as he rubbed your clit. "You'll cum when I tell you to."

Minho turned to the side as he kept abusing your pussy, his eyes landing on Felix...chuckling at his hand wrapped around his cock.

"Couldn't help yourself, could you?"

Felix let out a moan as he continued jerking himself off, standing up. He didn't care anymore...you looked so perfect like this, completely naked and at their mercy, mouth wide open and ready for him to use.

He came closer and shoved his cock down your throat roughly, not giving you time to adjust as he started fucking into you, his high close. You choked, caught off guard, but quickly got over it. Determined to be a good girl for them, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked on Felix's cock desperately, even as you tried to stave off your orgasm.

His length twitched in your mouth, and before you knew it, you felt warm cum spurting down your throat. Felix groaned, pulling out slowly.

"Felix, now. Get my blade and the book."

"Wait, what?"

"She's the one. I can tell. Quick. We need to get her blood at the exact time she hits her high, or I won't be able to complete my ritual."

"Wait- no! This is Y/n's ritual, the one for her rival. It's lower magic. The one you want to do...Come on, brother! You have to think before making a decision like this, you can't just make her your bride...we have to get Y/n's permission, too-"

Minho growled, his eyes flashing red as he glared at Felix. "I'm not performing a wedding ritual or anything, brother. I'm simply preserving her essence-"

Felix shook his head. His heart was thudding- he'd figured it out too, just like his brother had. You weren't mortal. You were special...and that meant Minho wanted to find out what exactly you were.

He felt sick as he thought of you getting married to his brother. No. You belonged here on Earth, with your family and your friends-

With him.

Before he could react, Minho's hand had materialized the exact knife he wanted.

Encrusted with rubies and made of demonic steel, the blade was far sharper than the one Felix had been teasing you with before.

Minho let go of your waist to grab your hand, bringing it up to his face. His hips continued their assault, making you whine and whimper.

Half the things they said were making no sense, and you were scared and yet...aroused, at the same time. You didn't know what was going on, but you wanted to listen to the man above you. You wanted to do everything he said, wanted to be his little pet...wanted to be his. Your brain felt like it was slowly getting rid of all rationality, the feeling of his cock making you whine louder.

"Kitten...I'm going to make a tiny little cut, right here on your finger. Is that okay?"

You nodded desperately, and Minho smiled at you in approval.

"Cum."

You finally let go, the pleasure washing over you in a tidal wave as you shook, convulsing with electricity as Minho drove the blade into the tip of your finger just enough to let out a few drops of blood.

Felix reluctantly conjured up an empty potion vial, capturing the drop with ease.

Minho lifted your finger to his mouth, sucking on the digit and running his tongue over the wound repeatedly. The metallic taste of your blood was the final push he needed to cum, thrusting deeper as he spilled himself into you.

When he let go of your finger, all the pain had disappeared. You noticed your finger was healed...the skin just as clean and soft as it was before.

You whined as he pulled out, conjuring another vial to gather some of your mixed fluids that was leaking out from between your thighs. He yawned as he handed it to Felix, who corked it with a frown on his face, setting it next to the vial with your blood in it. He knew what Minho wanted to do...he wanted to perform a ritual with the vials, wanted to make sure you were the one for him. It wasn't a wedding ritual by any means...but it was a pre-requisite, and the thought saddened Felix. Maybe his feelings for you were deeper than he'd thought.

Slowly, Minho gathered you into his arms, patting your hair gently and kissing your forehead.

"You were a good kitten, Y/n. How are you feeling?"

"I'm f-feeling okay..."

Minho made a face of delight at Felix. "She can still talk and formulate sentences!" He mouthed, prompting a half-hearted smile from his brother.

"D'you want to cuddle?"

You pouted. "Mmhmm! But..I want Lix to come cuddle too."

Felix looked up at that, his eyes widening.

You still wanted him?

Minho met his eyes, giving him a small smile. "Sure, baby. Lix can come cuddle as well."

You grinned, looking over at Felix and making grabby hands. Giggling, the boy quickly dropped onto the couch, wrapping his arms around your torso and humming in content.

"You know..I don't mind sharing her." Minho whispered, his fingers still stroking your hair. "Really?" Felix asked, looking down at you.

"If she wants to be shared, that is."

"I don't mind!" You chirped. "Life is boring here, anyway. Where did you guys say you lived again?"

The two men shared a look.

Minho sighed as he stroked your hair. "I can't wait to introduce you to our dad."

"Your dad?"

"Yep! Don't worry, he's nice. And I think he'd like you."

You frowned slowly as you remembered something Felix had told you. Snippets of their conversation flashed through your brain as your stomach filled with something akin to dread and anticipation.

"Who did you say your dad was, again?"

"Oh, what? Ah, that doesn't really matter. He's just the king of the Underworld."