#Mino smut

[minolikeswords]

Thinking about being sandwiched between Argenti and Boothill.

Your legs wrapped around Boothill’s waist while he pounds your pussy, metal fingers gripping into your ass so hard you’re sure they’ll leave bruises the next morning. His ribbed silicone dick rubbing against your walls in rhythm with Argenti as he fucks your ass with his long thick cock. Argenti’s large hands cupping at your breasts and tweaking your nipples as your mind goes dumb on their dicks, breathless moans leaving your lips and fingers clinging onto Boothill’s shoulders as he assaults your neck with kisses and hickeys.

With Boothill’s teeth buried in your neck and the feeling of both the men’s cocks inside of you, you’d almost failed to notice one of Argenti’s hands dip from your breasts to your pussy reaching between your legs to rub at your sensitive clit, eliciting a loud whine from your lips as Argenti buried his head into your back, kissing it tenderly, his fingers pinching your hard nipples as your back arches from the pleasure.

“Shh, it’s okay darlin’ we got you,” Boothill coos as you clamp down tightly around his cock when Argenti snaps his hips against yours in a particularly mean thrust, a groan leaving his lips as your head lolled back, eyes glazed over with lust and unshed tears, senses overwhelmed with the smell of roses and gunpowder and the noise of skin slapping skin that made every thought of this ending soon blank out of your mind.

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[minoment]

Ughhh what about any sub character begging for me to breed them after something turned them on while I’m reviewing and writing reports

u know HOW PPL LOOK SO MUCH GOOOOODDDD IN A SUIT (drools)

and me being the insanely NICE individual I would probably make them wait the entire time maybe cockwarm me??

Then I would probably breed them until they pass out and make them scream so fucking hard that they couldn’t even make noise for a week and walking got threw out the door eons ago

I PROMISE IT’S BECAUSE OF THE SUIT AND DEFINITELY NOT BECAUSE I’M SO FUCKING STRESSED AND THEY LOOK SO GOOD BEGGING

The way I instantly thought of Aaron Hotchner

He seems to be the type to grunt and whimper, occasionally groaning; especially if you're jerking him off in his office. Once you get home and you have him to yourself, he's moaning and begging for you.

THE THINGS I WANT TO DO TO THIS MAN HE HAD NO RIGHT LOOKING THIS GOOD IN A SUIT.. I love dilfs so fucking much bro

Warnings: sub aaron, dom reader, true gn reader, very lovey dovey sex, aaron and reader being absolutely WHIPPED for each other, reader can have a dick or a strap, mild begging, implied morning sex, cockwarming, grinding, implied overstimulation

You sat in your home office, reviewing a few case files from the past few weeks. The door opened quietly and then shut, Aaron's gentle footsteps being heard as he walked over to you. He placed his warm hands on your shoulders and you leant back into his touch.

"Hey.." he said quietly, looking down at what you were occupied with. "You want to take a break?"

"I'm sorry baby I can't.." You hummed gently rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. "I have to review these for Strauss.."

Aaron made a soft noise of disapproval, pulling back your office chair and practically pulling himself into your lap. You were both big, barely fitting in the desk chair as he situated himself over your crotch. You sighed, still seeing him in his work suit.

"What do you need Aaron?" You murmured, cupping his cheek and running your thumb over his lower lip.

"You.." He replied concisely, practically demanding.

"Honey I have to work.." You sighed, pulling him down into a soft kiss.

"Please..." He asked, looking down at you with those eyes of liquid chocolate. It made your heart squeeze and your stomach do flips even though you had been together for years. You sighed.

"Fine.. pants off baby. You can keep me company while I work." You unbuckled your own belt as he removed his lower clothing as fast as he could.

He was already half hard as you slid inside him, the remnants of this mornings lube coming in handy. Aaron moaned softly in your ear, snuggling into your neck as he waited patiently for you to finish your task. Your girth made his muscled thighs shake, and every so often he would grind down onto you as he let out soft 'a-ah's of satisfaction.

Eventually you would finish up, man handling him over your desk after you had cleaned up. Aaron often made a mess and a conversation with Strauss about 'suspicious stains on the report' was not one you were willing to have.

You set a deep, hard pace, your thrusts reaching every spot inside him. He was grasping onto your desk, moaning out low, gravelly strings of 'thank you' and 'I love you so much'.

"I love you too, sweet boy.." you grunted, rutting your hips sharply into him. It was true and you wouldn't stop until he was shooting blanks over your desk and limping to work the next morning.

[applepeye]

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐌𝐄!

There's this toji fic that I can't seem to find . It was part of a kintober event , from what I can remember, reader was married but her husband killed her inside their house, so a few years later toji moved into the house with megumi ( mamaguro had already died) and reader started acting like a babysitter/ maid there. And after time she and toji started fucking , until toji finds out about the murder and connects the dots that reader is a ghost and was the victim. ( there was also a part where reader's husband now also a ghost, was stalking megumi) so toji decided to leave the house but was able to find reads body in a suitcase at the bottom of a lake near the house, and in the end the buries her in the garden.

If you've read a fic similar to this please tag me 🙏🏽 , I've been looking for it for so long .

[nyxypoo]

I can’t blush either 😭 I don’t even get red when I drink( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

max for is that my face gets warm to the touch yk? hot cheeks but no colorrr

[columbojumpscare]

Has someone made any sort of essay on the correlation between AI generated "art" and misogyny ?

Because idk about you but i find the fact that i am getting ads that literally say shit like "make your own customised girl with glupshittoAI" and all the ones for weird e-girl AI "companions" to be quite concerning actually.

[engshoujosei]

Yakuza Lover

12 volumes (when completed, 8 volumes in English as of 4/16/2023)

Licensed by Viz Media

When feisty college student Yuri is attacked at a party, she's saved by Toshiomi Oya, the underboss of a yakuza syndicate. Despite her obvious attraction to him, she convinces herself that she's not in the market for a bad boy type. But when they meet again, she finds herself irresistibly drawn to him—kicking off a steamy and dangerous love affair that threatens to consume her, body and soul.

Status in Country of Origin 

12 Volumes (Complete)

Tags:

Assassination Attempt/s

Award-Nominated Work

Fast Romance

Gang Wars

Gun/s

Host/Hostess

Mafia

Male Lead Falls in Love First

Possessive Lover/s

University Student/s

Unusual First Meeting

Yakuza/s

[a-schwarzung]

Hunger

Nota: Fanfic relacionado con That Must be It. Ambos pueden leerse por separado sin afectar la compresión de la trama. 

Después de abrir la puerta la figura comenzó a avanzar pesadamente a través de la habitación hasta llegar a la cama en la cual se dejó caer aparentemente fatigado, sin percatarse de la figura que yacía sentada en uno de los sillones. Una vez que vio al dueño de la recámara caer, la persona sentada se puso de pie con lentitud, sigiloso para evitar despertar al otro. La fría mirada cetrina se fijó un instante en la forma inmóvil sobre la cama antes de cerrar la puerta.

El rubio comenzó a caminar a través del pasillo, meditando en silencio acerca de lo que podía suponer ante la actitud del otro hombre. Aún podía recordar el enfrentamiento entre ambos unas horas antes. El rostro de Minos había mostrado una expresión extrañamente seria y sus ojos dorados habían perdido el brillo irónico y socarrón que les caracterizaba. En ese momento pensó que quizás el noruego había dejado de jugar para empezar a tomarlo en serio durante los entrenamientos. Si había algo que detestaba era la actitud indulgente de éste durante sus combates, algo que se había hecho evidente después de la llegada del joven nepalés a la mansión. Verlo pelear contra Aiacos había causado una impresión en él que había tardado un poco en asimilar, pues hasta ese entonces no había conocido el verdadero poder de Minos. No podía negar que se había sentido profundamente ofendido.

Por eso cuando observó la actitud diferente del noruego, sintió cierto gozo de saber que probablemente podría enfrentarse a Minos, sin ser insultantemente subestimado por éste. Sin embargo sus ansias se habían visto aplastadas en el momento en que el joven de cabello largo había decidido dejar su posición de ataque para quedarse simplemente de pie frente a él. Pero su sorpresa sólo aumentó conforme su contrincante comenzaba a caminar lentamente hacia él, mirándole con semejante anhelo, que por un momento el inglés se sintió completamente destanteado. Una vez que sus rostros estuvieron a escasos centímetros y que sus alientos casi se empalmaban, el noruego se detuvo para después inclinarse hasta su oído.

—¿Hasta cuándo vamos a seguir con esto? ¿O piensas seguir fingiendo que no te das cuenta de nada?

El rubio frunció el ceño, apartándose un poco para mirar de frente al otro hombre, como si con ello pudiera leer el significado de aquellas frases cuyo significado de eludía por completo. Nunca se había considerado un apersona dada a las intrigas y a las farsas, por el contrario, prefería ser brutalmente honesto y directo, algo que lo hacía una persona difícil de tratar según las demás personas. Por eso no podía comprender qué trataba de insinuar su compañero. Al parecer su dilema era evidente, puesto que en los labios del pelilargo se pinceló una sonrisa sarcástica.

—¿Realmente no sabes de qué te estoy hablando? Por favor… ¿Podría ser que realmente no eres tan cruel como pareces?

Por algún motivo esas palabras le causaban una mezcla de molestia y de cierto placer. Le molestaba sobremanera estar en desventaja, pero por otra parte, ser considerado cruel le parecía hasta cierto punto entretenido. El rubio decidió entonces permanecer con una expresión impasible, apenas arqueando una de sus cejas.

—No tengo tiempo de jugar a las adivinanzas contigo. Si vas a decir algo, mejor hazlo de una buena vez. Si no es así, continuemos con el entrenamiento.

Comenzó a girarse, dispuesto a marcharse y a dejar al otro con la palabra en la boca, pero el agarre firme de la mano de Minos sobre su antebrazo le detuvo. Por su aspecto pálido siempre había hecho la suposición de que su piel era fría, por lo que el cálido contacto le sorprendió casi tanto como la fuerza empleada por el noruego para retenerle. Durante unos segundos se vio tentado a jalar su antebrazo para provocar al otro, quizás así podrían comenzar a pelear en serio, pero al notar que éste permanecía inmóvil decidió esperar a que se explicara.

—¿Qué te parece si en lugar de decírtelo, te lo muestro?

El inglés meneó su cabeza sin comprender, pero cuando se dio cuenta su interlocutor ya se había acercado de nuevo, invadiendo su espacio personal hasta que sus labios se presionaron con firmeza contra los de aquél al mismo tiempo que unos dedos se cerraban con firmeza alrededor de su mandíbula hasta lograr que el cálido aliento del noruego se entremezclara con el suyo antes de invadir con su lengua el interior de la boca del rubio. Por unos segundos se quedó inmóvil, tratando de procesar lo que estaba sucediendo. Su compañero de armas le estaba besando con entusiasmo y evidente pasión, aproximando demás sus cuerpos en un abrazo demasiado acalorado para su gusto. Consideró brevemente apartarlo con firmeza y sin agresividad, pero la evidente desesperación de Minos terminó por acabar con su paciencia y por forzarle a separarlos con cierta brusquedad.

Sus orbes ambarinos observaban con fría curiosidad la imagen frente a él del joven noruego, ligeramente alterado y con una sonrisa de lado que buscaba ocultar la inseguridad evidente en su mirada. De repente todo tuvo sentido para Rhadamanthys, desde las miradas de soslayo, las bromas de mal gusto y todas esas acciones que había considerado como mera excentricidad en su compañero, que aparentemente no eran más que sutiles insinuaciones que había ignorado sin percatarse de su verdadera intención. La molestia ante esa revelación fue casi inmediata, por lo que no tardó en tomar al otro por el cuello, quizás con más fuerza de la que era necesaria.

Realmente no había nada que decir, sería un desperdicio tratar de explicarle a Minos que pese a la falta de repulsión ante el contacto y el beso que habían compartido, nunca sería capaz de corresponder los sentimientos de éste. Aunque quizás aquello era una exageración, la posibilidad de que el noruego le amara era más bien nula, lo único que podía ver en su mirada era deseo. Realmente nunca se había cuestionado acerca de la vida íntima de su compañero, ni acerca de sus preferencias sexuales. Un idilio con él seguramente sería demasiado problemático, por muy tentadora que fuese la posibilidad de un compañero sexual siempre dispuesto y tan entusiasta como aparentemente era Minos. Por lo tanto, simplemente optó por darse la media vuelta y retomar su postura inicial, dispuesto a continuar el combate que la confesión del otro había interrumpido.

Por su parte, Minos miraba consternado la reacción impasible del inglés ante su confesión. Había estado esperando casi cualquier cosa, algún comentario hiriente por parte del otro, una mirada cargada de desprecio, incluso había considerado la posibilidad de ser atacado por un rubio furioso. Pero la fría indiferencia de Rhadamanthys ante sus avances le dejaba aturdido y sin saber muy bien qué hacer. Cuando lo vio retomar su postura, dispuesto a continuar el combate como si nada hubiese sucedido, estuvo a punto de montar en cólera. Nunca antes había experimentado semejante humillación, el noruego estaba acostumbrado a obtener lo que deseaba y a tener siempre a alguien dispuesto a entretenerse en la cama con él, hombres y mujeres por igual cedían ante su encanto. Pero como siempre, la persona a la que más deseaba desde hacía tanto, tenía a bien ignorarlo sin siquiera dignarse a rechazarlo directamente.

Su falta de concentración y la inestabilidad de sus emociones terminaron por valerle una de las peores golpizas que jamás le hubiese dado el inglés. Pese a lo que creyera éste, Minos era consciente de sus propios errores y debilidades, pero le resultaba imposible dar todo de sí durante sus enfrentamientos con el rubio. La imponente figura, su fría mirada y la agresividad con que atacaba Wyvern le distraían prácticamente todo el tiempo. No era algo intencional, como tampoco una falta de respeto, como estaba seguro que lo veía el inglés, pero era evidente que no tenía sentido tratar de explicarle eso al hombre. Lo único bueno que había sacado de esa terrible tarde, había sido una nueva posibilidad que nunca se había planteado.

Aiacos era quizás el más reacio a involucrarse de los tres, al menos de manera consciente, puesto que la indiferencia de Rhadamanthys era algo así como una segunda naturaleza. Sin embargo, el joven de piel atezada le había ayudado a atender sus heridas, y no sólo eso, sino que también había accedido a convertirse en el compañero sexual que Minos necesitaba para tratar de olvidarse de la frustración que le ocasionaba el inglés con su mera presencia. No había sido la decisión más prudente, pero al menos era mejor que pasar los días y las noches imaginándose al rubio entre sus piernas poseyéndolo y llevándole al más perfecto placer. Al tener sexo con el nepalés al menos podía engañarse unos cuántos segundos al pretender que era la pálida piel del otro la que resbalaba tan deliciosamente contra su cuerpo.

Una noche decidió cambiar las cosas e invitar a Aiacos a su habitación. No lo decía, pero estaba consciente de lo cruel que estaba siendo con él y del resentimiento que cada vez era más evidente. Pero, ¿quién podía culparlo por no poder corresponderle a Garuda? En cuanto entraron, Minos supo que algo no estaba del todo bien, pero su compañero parecía demasiado entretenido en besar y acariciar su piel como para notarlo. El pelinegro le llevó hasta la cama, comenzando a desprenderle de sus ropas con la habilidad adquirida de la práctica, recorriendo su piel desnuda con ardientes besos y suaves mordiscos que le hicieron entrecerrar sus orbes.

Cuando abrió de nuevo sus ojos al sentir como sus cuerpos se acoplaban y la deliciosa fricción en su interior, se percató de que no estaban solos en la habitación. A través de las penumbras un par de irises casi dorados le miraban, impasibles y de aspecto insondable mientras su cuerpo se removía debajo del ímpetu de Aiacos. Trató de enfocar su atención en los orbes, tratando de discernir si aquello era un producto de su imaginación, pero su mirada pudo percibir los contornos de una figura que conocía demasiado bien, que anhelaba con cada respiro y que imaginaba encima de él en esos momentos, embistiendo en su interior y manipulándole tan hábilmente. Su espalda se arqueó debido al placer casi incontenible mientras sus piernas se afianzaban a las caderas del hombre en la cama, al mismo tiempo que Minos pretendía que aquel ser en la habitación era el que le poseía. Si Rhadamanthys estaba ahí, Minos se aseguraría de que presenciara un espectáculo digno, como si con ser testigo de aquel acto carnal pudiese seducirle hasta su cama.

El nombre del inglés abandonó sus labios en un escandaloso clamor cuando sintió su simiente derramarse entre su cuerpo y el de su amante, quien como siempre, pretendía ignorar la crueldad del noruego, cuyos ojos permanecían fijos en la figura disimulada entre las sombras de la habitación. Al notar la ceja arqueada y la sonrisa desdeñosa de Rhadamanthys, sintió de nuevo la furia del día que había sido rechazado. Con brusquedad se alejó de Aiacos, antes de comenzar a gritarle.

—¡Vete! ¡No quiero que te quedes! ¡Largo!

Una vez que estuvieron a solas, el rubio no tardó en ponerse de pie y caminar hasta el pie de la cama. La pálida luz de la luna le dotaba de un aspecto casi espectral, que llenaba de inquietud al dueño de la habitación.

—¿Por qué le corriste? Pensé que se estaban divirtiendo. Después de todo, no siempre se te ve tan sensual. ¿Querías impresionarme?

—¿Lo conseguí? Porque no niego que fue divertido, pero sabes que no estoy satisfecho…

El noruego acarició su labio inferior con la lengua en un gesto lascivo que simplemente consiguió que el inglés le mirara condescendiente antes de tomarle con brusquedad de la nuca hasta exponer el pálido cuello del hombre en la cama. Con una delicadeza que contrastaba con el fuerte agarre en su cabello, el rubio comenzó a acariciar la delicada columna del cuello ajeno, ascendiendo hasta su mentón y terminando en los delgados labios de éste.

—Eres extraordinariamente atractivo Minos, sólo espero que  no te confundas, porque también eres sumamente obsceno. ¿Quieres que te diga algo que probablemente lamentarás hasta el resto de tu miserable existencia? Ese día, estaba dispuesto a darte una oportunidad, pero no me gusta compartir. El día en que te convertiste en la ramera de Aiacos, la posibilidad dejó de existir. Nos vemos Minos, recuerda que debes descansar, pronto empezará la guerra.

Y con la misma brusquedad con la que le había tomado, le soltó para dejarlo de nuevo en la fría soledad de aquella recámara. Los puños de sus manos se crisparon ante la rabia que le inundaba ante aquellas palabras. Nunca sabría si lo que le había dicho Radamanthys era la verdad o sólo una cruel broma como las que a veces solía hacer. Después de todo el bastardo tenía un sentido del humor tan negro como su alma. Maldijo en voz baja una y mil veces y dstrosó la habitación antes de decidirse a sacar la botella del licor más fuerte que tenía al alcance.

Después de esa ocasión Minos había decidido terminar definitivamente el asunto con Aiacos, pese a las insistencias de éste último. Era imposible continuar una relación, incluso si era meramente sexua,l con él; sobre todo cuando le consideraba la razón principal por la cual nunca podría tener a Rhadamanthys. Poco importaba si sólo había sido una mentira, incluso deseaba olvidar que había sido él quien había seducido al joven nepalés; lo único importante era olvidar el maldito dolor que le causaban las falsas expectativas. Sin embargo, cuando había sentido el poderoso cosmos del dorado enfrentándose al inglés, no había dudado en acudir en su ayuda, pese a la mirada decepcionada y resentida de Garuda. Después de todo, Rhadamanthys era una adicción para Minos, y de ser necesario, descendería hasta el mismísimo Tártaro por él.

[writinginpinkpink]

The Price of Life. [0.3]

homelander x fem!reader

summary: Homelander saved you and gave you life, but with one rule: be utterly loyal to him. Despite this, you went beyond mere obedience and provided him with what he needed most: love.

warnings: homelander, violence, swearing, smut (eventually), a bit of stockholm syndrome?

taglist: @tfamidoingwithmylife

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When morning came, you woke up to find Homelander already up, his hair impeccably styled as he rehearsed his lines in front of the mirror. He glanced at you with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Good morning, YN. Today is a big day for us,” he said, his voice unnervingly peaceful. “Get dressed. We have a press conference in an hour.”

You nodded, getting up and putting on the uniform he had given you. The new suit felt unfamiliar against your skin, a constant reminder of your new commitment, but you liked how it looked on you.

“Save your concern for someone who needs it,” you retorted, brushing past her. “I’ve made my choice.”

The press conference was held in the main hall of Vought Tower. As you and Homelander stood together, facing the flashing cameras and the eager reporters, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Homelander began, his voice strong and authoritative. “I have an important announcement to make. YN and I are now in a relationship. Together, we’ll make sure to combat the lies the media spreads and show you the truth for a brighter future for America.”

You forced a smile, nodding along with his words. The room erupted in applause, and the questions started flying. You answered them as best as you could, sticking to the narrative Homelander had laid out. The applause and the attention felt intoxicating, filling you with a sense of significance you had never experienced before.

After the press conference, you found yourself alone with Homelander in a small conference room. He turned to you, his expression unreadable.

“You did well out there,” he said, his tone almost approving. “But remember, they love me, not you. If anything happens, I can turn them against you in a heartbeat.”

You nodded, feeling a strange thrill at his threat. It wasn’t a problem for you; it was just part of who he was, and you liked it. “I understand.”

“Good,” he replied. “Now, I have something else for you. A mission. It’s a test of your loyalty.”

Your heart raced at his words. “What kind of mission?”

He handed you a folder with detailed information. “There’s a supe disrupting the city. I want you to take care of it. Show me that you’re devoted to me.”

You opened the folder and scanned the contents, your eyes narrowing as you took in the details. The name and face of the target were familiar, and you realized why Homelander had chosen her, you couldn't deny him: this was your chance to prove yourself to Homelander, to solidify your place by his side.

“I’ll take care of it,” you said confidently.

As you left the room to prepare for the mission, you ran into Annie.

“YN, please. Think about what you’re doing,” she pleaded. “This isn’t you. Homelander is dangerous. You don’t have to do this.”

Your anger flared at her words. “Oh, I see what’s going on. You’re jealous, Annie. You can’t stand that someone else might be in the spotlight for once.”

“Jealous? That’s not it at all,” Annie insisted, her eyes wide with shock. “I’m worried about you. Homelander isn’t who you think he is.”

“This again?” you snapped, feeling the resentment bubble up. “We’ve already talked about this. You’ve always been jealous of me. Ever since I joined The Seven, you’ve treated me like I’m just your sidekick. Well, guess what? I’m done being in your shadow. Homelander sees my potential, and he’s given me a chance to prove myself.”

“YN, you’re making a mistake,” Annie said, her voice softer now, pleading. “This isn’t about jealousy. It’s about keeping you safe.”

-

The mission Homelander gave you was straightforward: eliminate a minor supe. As you approached the familiar location, a strange feeling hit your stomach. It was just an old warehouse; there was no reason for you to feel this way. Everything would have been so much easier if you didn’t have so many memories. However, none of it mattered. You knew Homelander, and you knew this was his way to test you, to see how far you would go for him. And you would go damn far.

You entered the warehouse, your senses heightened, and quickly located your target. Your heart skipped a beat. The supe was a young woman with the ability to ignite fire. She turned to face you, her eyes widening in recognition. Affection filled her eyes, but you didn’t allow yours to show the same feeling.

“YN? What are you doing here? Miss the team?” she asked, smiling. Her hair was different, and her face a little older, but the smile was the same. Her expression faltered as she noticed the darkness in your gaze—a look she couldn’t quite recognize. It was you, but something was different, something unsettling.

“I’m here to take care of a problem,” you replied coldly, stepping closer. You knew that to get the job done, you would have to leave it all behind—all the love for your past had to be destroyed so there would be enough space for your savior.

She backed away, her confusion evident. “What are you talking about? Is this about that shirt—”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you interrupted.

Before she could react, you lunged at her, using your improved strength to pin her to the ground. She struggled, but you were stronger, you were better. You could almost hear Homelander's voice in your head, telling you how good you were being for him. You felt a twisted sense of fulfillment as you overpowered her, your hands closing around her throat.

As she gasped for air, her flames flickering out, you leaned in closer, your voice a cold whisper. “I wish I could say I'm sorry that things ended like this.” You saw Ember's tear running down her cheek, but somehow it meant nothing to you. She meant nothing to you now.

With a final, cruel twist, you snapped her neck, feeling a wave of energy and pleasure. You stood up, looking down at her lifeless body, and felt no remorse. You weren't even ashamed about it.

You wiped away a tear you didn't realize was falling. Maybe that was your last bit of humanity. But you knew that everything would be worth it.

-

Returning to Vought Tower, you made your way to Homelander’s office, feeling a mix of pain and pride. Eager to see him as soon as possible, you quickened your pace, anxious for his praise. When you entered, he looked you up and down with a smirk.

“Looks like you’ve been in quite a fight,” he said, his tone a blend of amusement and condescension. “Guess the supe wasn’t much of a challenge after all.”

“I handled it,” you replied, a rush of pride in your voice. “For you.”

Homelander’s expression remained assertive as he stepped closer, his hand brushing your cheek with a calculated touch. “I know. You did such a good job, YN.” Your heart raced, the sound of it loud in your ears. You felt as if you would do it a thousand times again just to hear him say it once more.

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, his approval filling you with a sense of accomplishment. “Thank you.”

He guided you to his desk, where he began tending to your wounds. His touch was far from gentle, but you made sure not to flinch, determined to show that you could endure his roughness. As he worked, his eyes remained fixed on you, a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness in his gaze.

“You know, you made the right choice,” he said, his voice low and assured. “Now nothing is standing between us.”

You felt a deep sense of commitment at his words, and you looked into his eyes, feeling the intensity of his gaze. “I’d do anything for my family,” you declared, your voice steady.

Homelander’s eyes shifted, an unreadable expression flickering across his face. Without warning, he gripped your chin firmly, his lips crashing against yours with a fierce urgency. At first, you struggled to keep up with the intensity, but soon you found yourself matching his desperation, surrendering to his need.

He used you as he pleased, and you embraced it, feeling a mix of exhilaration and belonging. The lines between pain and pleasure blurred as you gave yourself over completely.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Hey love could I request a BF Choso ×fem reader? Thinking of watching a movie with your bestfriend but when the spicy scene comes on he notices you squirming and doesn't let it slide, such a mean tease🙏🤭 pleaseeee

Are You Still Watching? (Bestie!Choso x Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot) [REQUEST FILL] 💜😈

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Pairing Choso Kamo x F!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: When your best friend comes over for a movie date when your boyfriend starts acting up, you both expect just a simple night of fun, Netflix, and simple, platonic bonding until a sex scene in a Rated R film has you both feeling a certain type of way. Lucky for you, Choso is a good friend and he knows exactly how to take care of his dear Y/N.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS DNI!!!); Best Friend!Choso; Friends to Lovers; Crushing; Sexual Tension; Foreplay; Netlix n Chill; Coercion; Dubcon/R*pe (because of Choso coercing you into sex); Oral; No PIV; Fingering; Cunnilingus; Pussy-Drunk!Choso; Gooning; Masturbation; Mutual O; Choso is DOWN BAD for You

Writer's Note: I'm so sorry this took so long, Anon!! The winter slump plus work got to me & this took longer than it should've but I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for the request! -Jazz

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When you invite your bestie for several years over for movie night, he already knows what type of time you’re on. You’re just too damn shy to say it. 

He knows it as soon as you show up at your apartment door in a silk robe with those teddy bear-textured shorts and a cherry red cami that does nothing to hide the outline of your bra underneath. Choso is no stranger to your game as you’ve been platonically flirting for years, but this? This is something different. 

These are straight-up ‘fuck me’ clothes…or maybe he’s just overthinking this because of his undying crush on you. He’s seen you wear way less than this before. “What’s with the outfit?” he asks, doing his very best to hide his blush and increasing hard-on. “You couldn’t have asked your boyfriend to come over?” 

Your smile at seeing him fades as you scoff, hitting him in the chest. “Asshole,” you tut. “These are just my pajamas and, plus, you know me and him aren’t exactly cool right now.”

You look off over Choso’s shoulder and he knows from your sour expression that things aren’t good with you and your boyfriend right now. He pushes away the hopeful butterflies in his stomach. “Still mad over that Christmas mishap?” he asks. 

You give him a look. “It wasn’t a mishap,” you argue, referring to the fact that your boyfriend forgot to buy you a Christmas gift but had time to do so for his best friend who is also his ex. “It was completely intentional. Now are you gonna come in?” You open the door wider, moving out of Choso’s way as he comes walking into your cozy little apartment. 

When you shut the door, he makes himself at home by taking off his shoes, placing them at the door, and hanging up his coat on the hooks near the door. “What’s on for tonight?” he asks. You give him a secretive smile and skip over to the couch to fetch the remote. With one click, Netflix pops up and so does the cheesiest, sapiest romcom with a man and a woman gazing lovingly at each other on the poster. “No,” Choso groans.

“Yes!” you reply, giving him a cute pout. “You promised that it was my turn to choose!” As much as Choso would rather kill himself than watch a single second of this movie, your pretty face and puckered lips defeat him. “Fine, but if you start crying, trust that I’m making fun of you.” 

He gives you a smirk as you gape at him, your hands on your hips that he has ached to hold. “Not when I made you hot pockets!” you bark, nodding down to the covered bowl on your coffee table. You lift the lid, revealing dozens of delicious-smelling, sizzling hot pockets ready for consumption along with a bowl of popcorn and a couple of sodas. Choso dives to yank a hot pocket out of the bowl, but you beat him, grabbing the bowl. “No, no, you made your mark on me already.” 

Your best friend dives for you this time, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto the couch. You squeal with laughter, doing your best to get away, but he tightens his hold on you and ends up accidentally putting you in his lap. At some point, you both realize how close you are and your playful smiles fade. It isn’t like you and Choso haven’t play fought before or gotten close like this. He’s your best friend, after all.

But something feels odd now. Different. Like the warm scent wafts up into your nostrils, making your heart pound. Is that his cologne? And why are his arms so strong? And…why do they feel so good? 

Quickly, Choso unravels you from his arms and places you on the couch. “Sorry,” he mutters. His handsome face and pale skin burst with red as he blushes. You do your best to compose yourself and stop your body from reacting in such a way for your best friend. “You’re fine, Cho,” you say, clearing your throat. “Uh…let’s watch the movie, shall we?” 

You offer him a smile and dim the lights on your phone before flicking on the movie. In the darkness with him sitting so close to you on the couch, you try to think about nothing but the movie. And not at all about how your hand is inches from his. Or how his knee brushes against yours every so often when he shifts positions. Or how his cologne is making you feel drunk. 

At some point during the movie, right when the female protagonist is finally alone with her leading man, the both of them unrequited lovers from different parts of the world, you start to feel your eyes sag. Your legs are thrown over Choso’s lap and the pillow under your head is feeling a little too good. Choso looks over at you, the light from the TV illuminating his handsome features. “Gettin’ tired?” he asks, a smile in his voice. “You had work today, right? Y’know, you can lean your head on me.” 

You shake your head, lazily staring at the movie. “No, no, m’fine,” you reassure him, hiding a yawn. “I’ve been wantin’ to see this movie. I don’t wanna miss it just because I’m…” Your words die in your throat when you suddenly see the female protagonist and her leading man kiss. Very passionately, you’ll add. 

You watch, transfixed as the two hold each other, the man’s hands grasping the woman’s ass while hers venture under his sweater, their lips and tongues dancing together. The sounds that escape them feel so real that you start to become warm. A snort breaks your hypnotized state and you find Choso staring at you in humor. “What?” you demand. 

He shrugs, laying a hand on your ankle which sends tingles up your body. “You act like you ain’t never seen two people make-out before,” he laughs, raising an eyebrow. “Shy?” You threaten to kick him, instead sitting up and crossing your legs. “Whatever,” you scoff. 

A loud moan comes from the TV and you both turn, finding the woman lying on her back on a couch and the man sucking her nipples, writhing underneath him. The camera pans down to her hands quickly unbuckling the man’s pants and taking his cock out. You giggle at Choso whose face is beet red. “And look at you! That face is as red as my top now!” 

“Well, I didn’t think they were gonna show dick!” he argues. “I thought this was PG-13!”

“It’s Rated R, Choso,” you giggle, moving to cross your legs over one another now. Mostly to dampen the throbbing between your thighs. “C’mooon, we’ve watched porn together before. I think you can handle a sex scene.” Your best friend looks at you, his eyes glittering with something unrecognizable in the dim light of the TV. “Can you?” he asks, but the way he says it isn’t the friendly teasing that he usually has in his voice. It is almost seductive. 

Unfortunately for you, it affects you TREMDENOUSLY. So much to the point that you can’t think of anything else but you and him acting out the sex scene on your TV screen. The man is now in between his costar’s thighs, his hand palming her clit while his tongue licks at her pussy, moans escaping the both of them. It makes your entire body grow hot and heavy, your nipples tingling as well as…somewhere else. 

Worried about your rigid posture, Choso looks over at you. “Are you sure you’re okay, sweetie?” he gently asks. 

The man has now begun to perform cunnilingus on the woman and you can’t help but wonder if that really is her pussy on screen. “Y-Yeah, m’fine,” you stammer. “I’ve just…never anyone do that to a pussy before.” Choso scowls in confusion, his eyebrows knitted together. It’s almost adorable. “What, your boyfriend has never done that to you before?” 

“That’s none of your business, perv!” you bark. Your friend cocks his head to the side, staring you down. “Fine, no,” you huff, crossing your arms. “He’s not very adventurous and I never said anything about it before because I don’t wanna argue.” Looking at the male actor on your screen, you have never been more jealous. You can’t remember the last time your boyfriend ever made you cum from head…if he even gives it. 

Watching them together, you cross your arms tighter over your chest to hide your hardened nipples and uncomfortably shift, feeling your panties tighten. “You’re squirming.” You turn to Choso again, blinking at him in the darkness. He stares at you almost intensely, definitely not in a way a friend should. 

“Huh?” you exhale. It’s all your dumbed-out brain can conjur. 

Suddenly, he scoots closer, even as the sex scene finishes. “You’re squirming,” he repeats. “And don’t tell me some bullshit excuse as to why other than the fact that is gettin’ you hot.” 

“W-What?!” you squeak, your body temperature peaking. “What are you–” He is now thigh to thigh, calve to calve, with you, and you suddenly can’t speak. “Don’t make it weird, Y/N,” he says, his voice low and breathy. “You’re not the only one who’s feelin’ this scene.” 

His hand, adorned in rings, lightly touches your bare knee and trails up to your thigh. You can’t find the willpower to push it away. Especially not when your eyes catch the outline of his dick pushing against his jeans. “Choso,” you gasp. “Y-you’re…you’re hard.” 

The corner of his mouth lifts in a sheepish smile. “Not just from the movie, babe: from you and this little outfit.” His hand moves up to toy with the straps of your cami and bra, pulling both down. “You can’t tell me you weren’t planning somethin’ when you invited me over and threw this shit on. Are you tryin’ to test me?” He leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You need to stop him. You should stop him. This is insane! He’s your best friend! 

“Choso,” you gasp. “Don’t. We can’t–” 

“Why not?” he interrupts, his minty breath from his gum fanning your face. “Y/N, we’ve been friends for years. I know everything about you: what you like.” His pillowy-soft lips are suddenly on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your bare skin. “What you don’t like.” His lips trail up to your neck. “What makes you tick.” 

You instinctively tilt your head back, your body betraying you. His lips trail liquid fire across your skin and throat as his big hands move to hold your waist. “B-But we…oh…but we’re friends,” you all but whisper. 

“And we still will be, baby,” he replies. “But you’re so needy right now. What kind of friend would I be if I neglected you in your hour of need, huh?” All common sense and logic leave your head when his other hand cascades down between your legs.

His fingers press against the heated part of your shorts that he can already feel dampening. You gasp, your mouth falling open, as Choso nuzzles your neck to inhale your scent. “Just let me make you feel good,” he murmurs. “Let me be a good friend to you, okay?” 

Before you even realize what’s happening, you find yourself sitting on your best friend’s lap with your thighs spread wide and his two fingers doused in your slick and his saliva rubbing between the folds of your wet pussy. “So much for this dumbass movie,” he chuckles. “You’re not even watchin’ it.” 

His palm glides against your pussy, sending trendles of pleasure throughout your entire being that start at your toes and stop at your nipples, exposed and on full display outside of your cami and bra. Choso latches his lips onto one, gently sucking on a hardened peak and dousing it in his spit. 

His fingers then sink into your pussy, slowly stretching out your hole. You are so wet and open that it’s easy for him. He can only imagine how it would be for his cock. “Oh, fuck!” you moan, tossing your head back. His fingers curl against that spot that makes you see stars exploding behind your lids, especially when Choso begins to pump them back and forth. Squelching sounds drift into the air, mixing with your slutty moans and the sounds of the movie playing. “Choso!” you whine. “F-Fuck, please!” 

He smiles against your tit, using his right hand to massage the other while his left plays with your pussy. “Please what, mama?” he asks. “I thought I was givin’ you exactly what you needed.” He slides his fingers out of your shorts, your juices glistening in the blue light of the TV on his digits. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he gasps. “Just look at my fingers.” 

You gaze at them in your face, your vision blurry from the pleasure. “Bring them here,” you pant. 

He does as you request and damn near creams his pants when you begin sucking and licking on his fingers. He can feel his cock chubbing against his pants, desperate to be free and feel your ass against his bare skin. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You’ve got me so fuckin’ hard. Just look at what you did. Look down fa’ me.” 

You do, your thighs opening wider to give you a view of Choso’s hard bulge pressing against your satin-covered pussy. The only thing separating you are the articles of clothing. “You’re so hard,” you whimper. “Fuck, Cho…” 

You swirl your hips to the front, grinding your cunt against the tent in his pants. The moan that escapes him is delicious, making you want to do it again and again. “Tell me what you want,” he raspily demands, his mouth suckling your neck. “Say it and I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you want just to make you cum.” 

Sploosh-sploosh. His fingers sound like they are swishing in a pot of the wettest Mac n Cheese as they finger your cunt, causing your juices to spill down to your asscrack and ruin your panties.  “Your mouth!” you moan. “I need your mouth on me, Cho, please!” 

Choso needs no other confirmation. Immediately, he coaxes you off of his lap and sits you down on your couch before kneeling on the floor before you. His eyes are hooded and his lips are flushed. He looks absolutely drunk off of you. “Don’t look away from the movie. Just keep watchin’ while I’m down here.” 

You don’t know how you’re supposed to do that when the spike-haired stud dips between your thighs and begins lapping at your juices. Your mouth falls open on a moan as soon as his soft lips and wet tongue make contact with your sodden lips, clit, and every sensitive part of your pussy. Choso moans at your taste, his tongue flicking along your clit and making the most lewd, wet sounds you have ever heard. “Fuck, right there!” you whine. 

His eyes tick up to meet yours, drinking in your beautiful reaction. “Right here?” he teasingly asks. He twirls his tongue upward, flicking a spot that makes you grip his spiked, black hair for dear life. In the heat of the moment, you yank on it and push him deeper into your cunt, emitting a surprised moan out of him. “Oh, shit, sorry!” you pant, quickly letting go. “Did I hurt you?” 

Choso stares up at you in a crazed, feral way, his eyes darkening with desire. “Do that again,” he nearly begs. “Pull me in.” Then he takes his two fingers and slips them back inside of you, where they belong. As he does this, his mouth busies itself sucking your clit, gently stimulating the needy button of nerves. 

You become a loud, moaning, gasping, writhing mess, leading you to grab the remote and turn the volume to the movie up. You don’t want your neighbors suspecting something nasty going on…but the idea of them healing you get your kitty eaten turns you on more than you can express. You gush at the naughty fantasy, spilling it all into Choso’s mouth. “S’good,” he mumbles into your cunt. “You taste so fuckin’ good, baby, shit.”  

Knelt before you, he uses his free hand to unzip his pants and begins stroking his hard cock at the sound of your sweet moans filling his ears. How he has longed to hear those moans with his own ears! He has envisioned being this way with you so many times, fucking his fist to the thought of pounding your pussy or having you ride his face. 

He has even jacked off with you on the phone in secret, catching onto your sweet giggles and cute ramblings that have made him quietly bust into his hand more times than he’d like to admit. He is a total goon for you and he is prepared to show you that tonight. 

One hand plays with one of your titties, pinching your own nipple, while the other fingers Choso’s hair, gripping the black strands as he works your pussy with his tongue. “Oh, fuck!” you loudly gasp. “Sh-Shit, Choso, yes! That’s so…ah!” 

You have no idea what he does, but he does something with his fingers inside of you that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back. With your eyes closed and your mind blank, you miss the end credits to the movie and soon, the familiar “Are you still watching” notice from Netflix pops up on your screen. 

No, you’re not watching. Because you’re too busy cumming. 

You can feel the urge tighten in your core, making you grind your hips up into Choso’s mouth, riding his face from your position on the couch. He welcomes in, moving his hand faster against his cock, fucking his palm as he feels your velvety, wet pussy tighten around his fingers. “Oh, my God!” you gasp. “C-Cho…baby, I’m gonna cum!” 

Baby. You called him baby. Oh, God, he’s going to cum too. “Give it to me,” he moans. “Cum for me, please! Cum all over my fuckin’ mouth!” He needs you to cum with him. His balls are tightening so much that they ache, threatening to make him shoot his load all over his hand. 

Fortunately for him, it doesn’t take you much longer or much else. With an adorable gasp, you feel the first wave of your orgasm hit you. When the second comes, it smacks you dead in the face and draws a loud moan out of you that the neighbors definitely hear. You cum all over Choso’s fingers and mouth while he spurts rope after rope of spunk into his hand, sputtering moans and gasps into your pussy as he greedily slurps up your juices. 

As the waves of your high pass, you are left smiling and dazed, staring up at the ceiling as Choso’s licks at your inner thighs and cleans up your pussy lips. “Oh,” you sigh, a slight laugh leaving you. You feel winded but in the best possible way. 

“That was amazing,” Choso breathlessly laughs, a drunk look in his eyes. “Way better than this shit movie.” You concur. When you look down, you make the sound sound but in surprise at the sight before you: “Oh!” you exclaim. “Did you–” 

“Yeah,” Choso sheepishly admits. His cock is semi-hard though he just came, his fingers listening in his nut. “Sorry. You got me excited.” He blushes red, his nervous eyes flitting down to his hand. You can’t believe it. He came just from eating your pussy? 

Now you know he can’t be your friend anymore. “Well, that’s not fair. I came in your mouth and you didn’t cum in mine.” You bring his hand to your lips and begin to lick his spunk off of his palm and fingers, moaning softly as you do. He watches you, his cock twitching in excitement at the sight. “Let’s fix that,” you suggest. “Lay down on the couch for me.” 

Quickly, Choso rises to his feet and is in the process of stripping off his pants when your phone ruins the erotic moment. Your ringer is shrill and annoying, but nothing is as annoying as the caller ID. “Babe is calling,” Siri announces. “Babe is calling.” Your boyfriend…well, ex-boyfriend now. 

You go to silence your phone, but Choso beats you to it and grabs it. “Wait, Choso,” you say, but he stops you by holding up a finger. Wait a minute.

You watch with bated breath as he clears his throat and presses the green button to answer. “Y/N’s residence,” he answers, smirking at whatever face your ex is wearing at hearing another man answer your phone. 

“Uh…who is this?” your ex asks, his voice drifting from your phone. “Where’s Y/N?” 

“Oh, she’s right here,” Choso replies, smirking down at you. “It’s Choso, her best friend, by the way. You don’t have to call anymore.” 

“Wait, wha–?” 

Choso hangs up before your ex can say anything more and tosses your phone aside, forgotten and discarded, on the coffee table. When he finally strips off his clothes, giving you a view of the man you can’t believe you even considered keeping as a friend, anything about your ex is forgotten. 

“Now how about round 2?” Choso suggests. 

THE END.

[minolikeswords]

What the Ancients would call you- Sfw headcanons <3 GN reader!

Including: Golden Cheese, White Lily, Pure Vanilla, Dark Cacao and Hollyberry

cw: none tbh, it’s very fluffy!! Reader is implied to be a fighter in PV’s! Brief mention of Black Raisin, Caramel Arrow, and Wildberry cookie, reader is implied to have shoulder length hair in golden cheese’s. Reader and Hollyberry are married <3 Hollyberry is referred to as Holly a couple times!

Mino’s notes: I absolutely adore DC cookie, him and golden cheese are my favourites <3

© minolikeswords do not translate, copy, or repost my work to other platforms.

Golden Cheese!

- Adores calling you “darling” in private or near close friends, but when addressing you formally, prefers using “my Grace.”

“I have to say, the gold suits you rather well, darling,” Golden Cheese mutters against the back of your neck, making you close your eyes and sigh as she moves your hair out of the way to fasten a rather intricate golden necklace. Her slender fingers working quickly to close the knot off as she smiles at your reaction.

You roll your eyes and lean into her touch, gazing up at her and grabbing her face in your hands as you kiss her cheek, “you spoil me, my Queen.” Her eyes twinkled in delight as she grabbed your palm and kissed the tips of your fingers.

“You’re worth it.”

White Lily!

- She is so shy when speaking about you. Usually refers to you as “love” or “sweetie.” Pure Vanilla teases her about it often which just gets her more flustered but you absolutely relish it.

You run your fingers through White Lily’s hair right after her shower. Drying it off gently as you now work to rebraid it, brushing into her white locks as she hums to herself.

“Is this alright? I know it’s a little different from what you usually do but it suits you,” You ask, grinning at her reflection in the mirror she’s holding.

She nods, hands touching the braid rather delicately, “thank you, my love. It looks wonderful.”

You place a kiss on the top of her head, making her flush as you pin the braid to the back, ensuring it doesn’t move around, “you deserve it.”

Pure Vanilla!

- His go to is definitely calling you “honey!” You’re always so sweet to him you remind him of it. Helping him out around the medical tent and making sure he’s doing okay. He loves being doted on and vice versa <3

“You really have a knack for getting into trouble, hm, honey?” Pure Vanilla cooed softly, his fingers brushing up against your waist as he carefully cleaned up the jam around your wound. You let out a quiet hiss and shivered, frowning to yourself.

“The cake hounds caught me by surprise. Black Raisin cookie scolded me enough for the both of you, yknow?” Pure Vanilla smiled at your grumbling, rubbing the side of your waist slowly as he leaned in and kissed you.

“Not scolding you, just concerned. You cannot stop a cookie from acting out in their nature, but you can make sure they’re doing it safely,” He flicked your forehead for emphasis as he pulled away from your lips, finishing bandaging up your injuries and beaming at your flushed faced.

Dark Cacao!

- I believe he’d often just refer to you by your name in professional or formal settings. But in private? He calls you “beloved.” It comes naturally to him, but he still uses it sparsely.

You drag your fingers across Dark Cacao’s cheeks, tracing his strong jaw with adoration as his eyebrows twitch in his sleep. Leaning in, you brush your lips against his, feeling his eyelashes flutter against your cheeks as he awakens.

“it’s far too early to be awake, my beloved,” His sleepy voice was gruff but soft, a tone he deserved for you only. You just nuzzle your nose against his, hands shaking around his neck and fingers curling into his long hair as he wraps an arm around you, violet eyes gazing at you.

“You have an audience with Caramel Arrow in an hour, my King. I think it’s best if you’re up soon,” You giggle, pulling away from the kiss and watching his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. The corners of his lips twitch in amusement, making your heart swell with adoration.

“I’m sure she will not mind if I spend a couple more minutes in your arms.”

Hollyberry Cookie!

- Definitely calls you by “Sugar” but is the most likely to have a nickname for you thats personal to you both! Like one that stems from an embarrassing memory or inside joke.

You roll your eyes and frown at Hollyberry as you help her up the steps to her room, her body pressed against you as you carefully bring her to her bed and lay her down. An immediate flush darkening your face as she grips your waist and pulls you into bed with her.

“You should see your face, sugar, from annoyed to so flustered,” she slurred, the sweet scent of berry juice hitting your nose and you just groaned.

“Not funny or amusing, Holly, I told you to lay off the berry juice this time!” You complained, leaning into her touch anyway as she nuzzled you, eliciting a laugh from Hollyberry, “seriously you can’t be drinking like this so often.”

Hollyberry buried her head into your neck as you rub her scalp affectionately, scowling and continuing on your tangent, “I worry about you, you know? Always so reckless and impulsive. Even Wildberry can’t seem to keep you grounded sometimes…” you trailed off, brows furrowing as you realized your wife had gone strangely quiet.

“Holly?”

An answer came in the form of a soft snore as she kept you pulled against her, making you roll your eyes and kiss her forehead as you get comfortable on top of her. You made a mental note to thank Wildberry tomorrow for bringing her home.

[minoment]

NO BECAUSE

Why can I write the most filthy, toe curling smut to ever exist, but then not be able to read other works without throwing my phone across the room?

LIKE I CAN'T KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE. I'm over here blushing and kicking my feet over A KISS.. 😭

[8o8o8o8o8]

dyou have any sisyphus headcanons up ur sleeve. can we hear them for our health and benefit

General hcs

A quantity over quality guy. Very consistent and generous in his affections, but don't expect grand gestures

You can set a clock by his routines

He thinks the very concepts of Heaven and Hell, eternal punishment, and sins are bullshit (← I'm projecting). He and Minos used to argue about this very often because Minos believes some people deserve to suffer (← he's projecting)

Reflexive liar. Whether or not he corrects himself afterwards depends on how much he trusts the other person to not hold it against him

Mild paranoia issues stemming from having been a liar and a murderer for so long on top of waging a war. He hides it well. Can't quite hide his overthinking tho

His belief in the sanctity of having the freedom to fuck up frequently butts head with his desire to get things done His Way. He's mostly resolved this by letting people (Gabriel) do whatever as long as it doesn't involves him

Smut hc (just one)

High-key a monsterfucker

[deadlydelicious]

what i want when i search minotaur books on google: A modern retelling set in Minos palace in ancient crete featuring the Minotaur as the main character, using his imprisonment as a metaphor for the queer expirience of being othered for circumstances outside of your control

what I get: honry heterosexual smut books about fucking a bull man.

[just-some-random-blogger]

kpop masterlist

🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

back to main masterlist

A.C.E.

Memory | 🍓❄️🦕 Kim Byeongkwan x Reader + Park Junhee x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

Ateez

Only One | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🦕 CEO!Choi San x Reader

BigBang

It’s An Act [WBU I] | ❄️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

Smoke | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

BTS

Runaway | 🍓❄️🏩 Mafia!Kim Seokjin (Jin) x Reader (Mafia AU) Preview 1 2 3 4 x

Mah Boyfriend | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🦕 Jung Jungkook x Idol!Reader

BTOB

Hidden Heart | 🍓🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🚀🍳 Lee Minhyuk (HUTA) x Idol!Reader [Headcanon]

Day6

A University Dilemma | 🤸‍♀️ Kang Younghyun (Young-K) x Reader (Univeristy AU)

What A Joke | ❄️ Kang Younghyun (Young K) x Reader + Park Jaehyung x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

So... Haha... I Like You | 🍓🦕 Park Jaehyung x Reader (Fake Dating AU)

EXO

Wheel Of Fortune | 🍓🍳🚀 Park Chanyeol x Reader [Headcanon]

Welcome To The Jungle | 🚀🚀🚀🏩 Park Chanyeol & Oh Sehun (Jungle AU)

Maybe We Still Have A Shot [WBU III] | 🍓🍓🏩 CatHybid!Oh Sehun x Reader (University AU)

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[just-1-scorpio]

Reading Asterion by Alessa Thron, so you don't have to. Chapter six and seven.

This is a joint review by me, and @wordsmithic .

The positivs this time are that, it has a few unintenionally funny parts.

Such as this:

I don't know why I find this funny.

An another positivum is that the stakes are getting higher. And the last is that it's intresting that Ariadne ended up being hunted by Minos, then Pithos, and then The Minotaur.

But that's it for now.

So we start with chapter 6. It's a standerd smut chapter. Niether of us has anything to say about it. Exept that niether of us want to ever read the words "her wet sheath", ever agein, and some unentionally funny bits (such as the one shown).

So let's go to chapter 7.

So it starts with Ariadne killing Asterion, and being sad about killing a target that she actually liked. Then Asterion transforms into an actuall minotaur. Aka he is actually a monster.

wordsmithic: Oh wow he IS an actual monster! That's pretty cool. Alessa was not the coward we called her to be 😂

Then after the realistation Ariadne dresses up, and escapes as fast as she can. Remembering that myth of the Minotaur.

wordsmithic: Okay so we have a reference to the real myth of the Minotaur but Asterion is not THE Minotaur just.... a Minotaur? Some foreigners get confused sometimes but creatures like the Minotaur are not a species. They are once in a lifetime monsters. So I don't know why would we have a second Minotaur.

I don't have many things to say about this two chapters.

At least the minotaur is an actuall monster, and the real myth is mentiond. I don't really have anything else to say about these two chapters. But at least the stakes got higher.

[a-schwarzung]

That must be it

Nota: Precuela del fanfic Hunger. 

A veces se preguntaba cómo es que había llegué a ese instante, otras veces no, simplemente dejaba que su cuerpo se entregara al sinuoso baile entre su cuerpo y aquel otro. Permitiendo que sus sentidos se embotaran mientrassus cuerpos se fusionaban de ese modo tan placentero y conocido. Tanto así que a veces no deseaba soltarle ni salir de su interior. Cada vez que lo hacía sentía como si quedasen más vacíos, un palmo más lejos el uno del otro. Los silencios después del sexo eran terribles, a veces no podía saber si estaba con él o si estaba con aquel otro  hombre, por muy doloroso que le fuese aceptarlo. Al observarle percibía como los ojos del otro se ven como un par de nebulosas, siendo cansancio lo que hacía que brillaran de un modo contradictoriamente opaco. Sus labios deseaban buscar los suyos, pero sólo me atrevía a hacerlo cuando estaban poseídos por la pasión, nunca después de la calma que sucede a la tormenta de aquel ritual carnal. Y no era más que miedo al rechazo, porque sabía con certeza que no era amado, que nunca le había querido.  Sin embargo, podía decir, sin vanagloriarse, que ese otro hombre le deseaba quizás tanto como él lo hacía. Poco importaba si le deseaba por ser un medio de librarse de los fantasmas de ese otro hombre, poco importaba si era porque él nunca le haría lo que tanto deseaba. Se estiró en la cama, sabiendo perfectamente bien que una vez que cerrara lo ojos, lo habría perdido de nuevo, como cada mañana, cuando la luz del sol se reflejaba en su rostro para descubrir, ya sin sorpresa como la primera vez, que se había ido en algún momento sin que le sintiera. De nuevo tomó sus cosas y se bañó, deseando que las caricias y su esencia fusen arrastrados lejos de su ser por el agua, deseando que el aroma de su cuerpo se desprendiera con la espuma que resbalaba por su piel. Pero no lo hacía, porque en su cama siempre quedaba algo de él, y le parecía que cada noche se adueñaba un poco más de ella; tanto así que si sentía la necesidad de tenerle cerca, se tiraba en su cama sintiendo como si ese cuerpo estuviese rodeando el suyo, como cada noche, como una sombra que se deslizaba hasta él para inmolarse en un sacrificio diario. La primera vez había sido no mucho tiempo atrás, sin embargo, sentía como si hubiesen pasado décadas desde ese instante. Sabía que había sido culpa suya,  había querido jugar con él, pensando que sería sólo eso, sexo. Sin embargo, en un acto de estupidez se había enamorado. O al menos eso creía, realmente no estaba muy seguro de si alguno de ellos podía amar, ni siquiera se sentía capaz de hacerlo. Pero sabía perfectamente que más vale nunca decir nunca, porque antes ya se había dicho que nunca pasaría nada entre ellos y que nunca sabría que se traían esos dos; ignorando cuán equivocado había estado…

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  Caminaba por una de las peculiares calles de Nepal, calles pequeñas de un pueblo perdido a la mitad del Himalaya. Bajaba de vez en cuando para buscar provisiones, pues por mucho que viviese en las colinas, no siempre eran buenos tiempos, y la comida a veces escaseaba. Y entonces la vio, resaltó inmediatamente entre las polvorientas calles, la figura casi fantasmagórica de esa mujer, su tez pálida y su cabello del color de la media noche. “Turista” pensó sin más y prosiguió su camino. Cuál no sería su sorpresa al verse seguido por ella; estaba dispuesto a preguntarle qué se le ofrecía pero ella se le adelantó, no estaba seguro cómo pero se entendían, ella no hablaba su idioma, sin embargo le dijo todo: él era un ser especial, estaba destinado a servir a un gran dios. Él río, como hacía mucho no lo lograba. Él, un ateo, resultaba ser un guerrero elegido para servir a una deidad griega, él que había nacido en Asia, donde buda era el ser supremo para la mayoría. La ignoró y decidió seguir su rumbo, pero al llegar a su casa, la encontró ahí, sentada. Sólo faltaba él, los otros dos ya estaban esperando, eso le dijo la mujer. Los tres serían la clave para que su Dios ganase, ellos eran fundamentales, los más fuertes y los de mayor jerarquía entre todo el ejército. Su voz comenzaba a adormecerle, y antes de saberlo, ya estaba enredado en las dulces palabras de la extraña. Aceptó, todo con tal de que le dejara en paz, y así fue como terminó, sin saber muy bien cómo, en un avión con dirección a Alemania. Era la primera vez que se alejaba de su país natal, y dudaba volver a ver esas tierras alguna vez. ◆═════════●★●═════════◆ Llegó al castillo, y no tardó en conocer a sus nuevos compañeros. Dos hombres, jóvenes, ambos bastante pálidos, y de ojos ambarinos, tan similares y distintos. Uno llevaba el cabello corto, rubio y de aspecto imponente, su mirada era fría, casi glacial, pero había cierto aire que despedía, muy extraño; un nombre: Rhadamanthys. El otro, ese llamó su atención de manera aún más poderosa, se llamaba Minos, su cabello era largo y platinado, cubriendo permanentemente parte de sus ojos, los cuales apenas si podía vislumbrar. Ese chico tenía un aire irónico, casi socarrón consigo. No tardó en percibir que el indiferente rubio inglés, como descubriera después, era sumamente frío con el otro al igual que con él mismo. Regularmente se mantenía apartado de ellos, no podía evitar sentirse como un tercero que simplemente no era bien recibido, aunque realmente si se analizaba bien, ninguno de los tres era realmente cercano con el otro; simplemente sucedía que Minos y Rhadamanthys entrenaban juntos más a menudo de lo que él lo hacía. Pero pronto logró incorporarse al ritmo de ambos pese a que ese sentimiento de intromisión nunca lo abandonó. Ese aire cargado cada vez que Minos peleaba con el inglés le hacía desear alejarse, y estuvo apunto de hacerlo la primera vez, pero logró superarlo y observar todo el combate. No había uno decididamente más fuerte, pero no era difícil para Aicos notar como Minos era un tanto blando con Rhadamanthys, no golpeaba con la misma fuerza con la que lo golpeaba a él, y su defensa era mucho más precaria. Quizás estaba cansado o distraído, esa fue la razón que le atribuyó en un principio. Pero después de varios días se dio cuenta que esa conducta era constante, aunque prefirió guardar silencio, no era asunto suyo realmente, allá Minos si deseaba recibir unas tundas por parte de Radamanthys. Todo transcurrió del mismo modo hasta que una tarde, caminando cansado por el pasillo del enorme castillo, Aicos chocó con Minos, ambos parecían ir abstraídos en sus propios pensamientos, el platinado simplemente se había seguido de largo, cosa que molestaba a Aicos, quien había musitado una disculpa; pero cuando observó su camisa, una mancha carmín llamó su atención, por lo que giró en dirección del otro, y al verlo caminar tan vacilante, supo que algo no andaba bien. Se apresuró y le sujetó por el brazo, percibiendo el tremor en el pelilargo, que simplemente le miraba molesto. Sus sospechas se confirmaron, la playera de Minos estaba teñida de carmín también, y pese a no parecer golpeado en el rostro, la expresión de dolor mal disimulado en el rostro de Minos le indicaba que su último entrenamiento con Rhadamanthys no había trascurrido de modo usual. Ignorando el modo en que aparentemente el otro trataba de zafarse, Aicos le llevó arrastrando hasta su propio cuarto, bastante más cercano que el del otro. Apenas si había podido entrar al cuarto, tirando a Minos sobre la cama. Por una razón que no terminaba de entender estaba ahí, ocupándose de un chico al que apenas conocía, y además de todo, sintiéndose con la necesidad de saber qué le pasaba. No era normal que alquien con la personalidad de Minos se dejara hacer, varias veces ambos habían terminado molidos, Minos era un contrincante fuerte; pero con Radamanthys siempre perdía, a veces tardaba días en reponerse del todo, mientras que el inglés rara vez mostraba interés en el noruego. Penetró en el baño, humedeciendo una toalla para después salir y acercarse a la cama, tras unos cuantos quejidos por parte de Minos, logró retirar la camisa y observar las marcas del combate. Era su hombro el que había sangrado, una herida de tamaño considerable que por fortuna ya había dejado de derramar sangre. Varias áreas rojizas que podía adivinar lucirían como moretones en unas cuantas horas, y algunos rasguños tanto en brazos como en su torso, producto quizás, de alguna caída. Meneó su cabeza repetidas veces mientras limpiaba las heridas, escuchando los suspiros prolongados de Minos, que se negaba a emitir mayor sonido que ese, su rostro mirando de perfil, buscando perder su mirada casi dorada en algún punto indistinto de la habitación. Para su propia sorpresa, Aicos estaba atendiendo con esmero al otro, observando con curiosidad la anatomía del noruego; nunca le había considerado enclenque, pero tampoco había imaginado la anatomía tan hercúlea de éste. Había obviado que Minos era un guerrero, tanto como él o como Radamanthys, su aparente aspecto delgado era engañoso. Al darse cuenta de lo que ocupaba su mente, no evitó reprenderse mentalmente; ambos eran hombres y se negaba a creer que algo distinto a la curiosidad guiase sus pensamientos. Un tosido le regresó a la realidad, Minos le estudiaba intensamente, con esas flamas que tenía por orbes. De repente giró su cabeza, manteniendo el mutismo que aparentemente le consolaba tanto. —No deberías permitírselo. Su voz le había sonado extraña incluso a él, pero era la verdad. Radamanthys no merecía consideraciones cuando el mismo no las tenía con otros. Y el hecho de dejarse hacer pomada por otro hombre no era algo sensato. Como respuesta, Minos entrecerró sus ojos, para después exhalar cansino y fijar su mirada en los orbes de color rojizo de Aicos. —Hoy fue distinto, quizás no te importa, pero ya te metiste en esto… hoy se lo dije ¿sabes? Y por eso hizo esto… me lo merezco, por iluso. Le miró, frunciendo el ceño levemente, no entendiendo del todo lo que ocurría, le había dicho a Rhadamanthys qué… algo delicado para que éste casi lo hubiese matado. Al ver su expresión el noruego río sin humor alguno. —Vamos, no me dirás que no lo has notado… cómo lo miro, cómo lo trato… Aicos pensaba rápidamente, y de repente todo parecía cobrar sentido, la arruga en medio de su frente se amplió. —… cómo lo deseo… Y eso era todo lo que necesitaba, ese aire tan extraño cuando esos dos estaban juntos ¿era eso? ¿el deseo? Pero en todo caso, analizándolo, le parecía que la cosa era mutua ¿o no? No podía comprender por qué el inglés había reaccionado de modo tan violento. —¿Quieres decir que después de lo que le dijiste… te golpeó? Una nueva risa semejante a la anterior. —No, se lo dije, y lo peor fue que no me respondió, me miró un momento y después se giró, como si nada. Después empezamos a entrenar, pero como verás, lo que no me dijo ni con una mirada, mucho menos con palabras, me lo dejaron en claro sus puños. Es un desgraciado... Una mueca de dolor cruzó las facciones de Minos, mientras trataba de acomodarse mejor para descansar. —Pero aún así lo amas. Le miró, inescrutable antes de sonreír de medio lado, mordiendo su labio inferior en un gesto inconscientemente sensual. —Creo que soy un masoquista, pero sí, aún lo deseo; dudo que hombres como nosotros sepan amar. Asintió, y en su mente pensaba que sí, seres como ellos no podían amar, podían desear, quizás hasta tener afecto, pero el amor; estaban demasiado malditos como para amar. —Ven, debes bañarte y tratar de descansar. Minos le miró, sin moverse, elevando una de sus cejas. —¿Por qué me ayudas Aiacos? No me gusta la compasión—. El aludido se encogió de hombros —No es compasión, llámalo simpatía si quieres. Sin decir más, y tras asentir silenciosamente, el chico de cabello platinado se dirigió al baño, mientras que Aicos salía en dirección al cuarto de éste por un cambio de ropa. En el camino se topó con cierto rubio, al observarle tan calmo y frío como siempre no pudo reprimir un sentimiento de desprecio. Penetró finalmente el la habitación y pronto estaba de regreso con una muda de ropa para Minos. Entreabrió la puerta del baño, vislumbrando entre el vapor la figura de Minos, y por un momento se preguntó como Radamanthys había podido rechazar a semejante hombre. Él mismo no lo hubiese podido hacer, ¿o sí? Bufó molesto antes de salir de ahí, deseando que Minos se fuera pronto, se sentía confundido, y ello le molestaba poderosamente. Le vio salir, gotas de agua aún resbalaban por su cabello, mientras se secaba, vestido ya, sin embargo en su mirada había algo que inquietaba a Aicos. —¿Qué pasa? Preguntó incómodo tratando de evadir la perforadora mirada ambarina del noruego. —Me preguntaba si Rhadamanthys quizás aceptaría a alguien como tú. Yo soy una persona bastante insípida, pero tú tienes la piel acanelada, y eres fuerte… te hemos visto, sin camisa como cuando entrenas. Tus ojos de un color pardo casi rojo… eres hermoso Aiacos, en tu muy peculiar modo pero lo eres. —Deja de decir estupideces Minos y ve a tu cuarto, necesitas descansar, Rhadamanthys te ha dejado muy mal esta vez. —Puede ser… pero no quiero descansar, ¿sabes lo que es ser rechazado así? No lo creo. ¿Aiacos tú me habrías rechazado como él? Se acercaba, por más que Aiacos buscaba alejarse, parecía que los ojos de Minos tenían un efecto hipnótico en los suyos. No tardó en sentir el aliento del chico sobre su cuello, mientras el peso del cuerpo de éste se hacía presente en sus piernas. —Te gusto, lo he notado… ¿no es injusta la vida? Yo quiero a Rhadamanthys y él nunca me hará caso, y al mismo tiempo, si pudiera, desearía corresponder a tus miradas, pero no puedo; no como tú quisieras. Aiacos estaba por repelar, él nunca se había sentido atraído por el otro, él no deseaba nada de Minos, sin embargo su cuerpo se paralizó al sentir como Minos eliminaba toda distancia entre sus labios. Su corazón comenzó a latir desbocado, provocando que su temperatura corporal se elevara enormemente, sus sentidos todos engatusados por ese hombre. Y antes de saberlo, su cuerpo estaba envuelto en las caricias de Minos, las extremidades de éste rodeándole cual víboras sobre un tronco, su aliento dulzón envenenando el escaso aire que llegaba a sus pulmones, y el licor de sus labios llevándole al paraíso. No habían tardado en ser una maraña de miembros, sus voces unidas en una cacofonía de gemidos y suspiros, sus cuerpos brillantes acoplados de un modo cadencioso y de creciente ritmo hasta que ambos habían alcanzado la cúspide de su placer en los brazos del otro. Su mente estaba abotagada, no podía dejar de sentir a Minos alrededor de él, rodeándole en su cálido interior, gritando suavemente; ni siquiera el nombre del inglés en ese momento clave le había molestado tanto como esa sensación de turbación que le ahogaba en esos momentos. Deseaba aclarar su mente, pero cuando se sentía cercano a hacerlo, las sombras del culposo placer de esa velada lo atormentaban, no habían hablado de ello, lo habían ignorado. Pero no habían pasado muchas noches antes de que Minos regresara a buscarlo. Velada tras velada se entregaban mutuamente, sin desear saber la razón, sin desear hablar, solamente sus cuerpos y el calor mutuo. Sí claro, así había terminado en esa cama, preguntándose el por qué. Una noche, después del apasionado rito carnal, Aiacos había observado la mirada de Minos, otra vez había gritado el nombre del rubio al llegar al orgasmo. Se sentía molesto, culpable y herido profundamente, aunque no deseaba analizar la razón. —No tiene que ser así Minos… Era su modo de ofrecerle consuelo, una tregua y quizás, amor. —¿Ah no?—, había cuestionado con sorna el noruego antes de levantarse y vestirse en silencio, dejando un espacio vacío en la cama, y en Aiacos.

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Aiacos se aproximaba hacia Minos, deseaba hablar con él y aclarar todo de una  vez, sabiendo que los caballeros de Atenea habían llegado ya, incluso habían avanzado peligrosamente cerca, pero Rhadamanthys se encargaba ya de uno de ellos. Sabía que debía hablar en ese momento o nunca podría hacerlo. Le tomó por el antebrazo, y notó como el otro le miraba impaciente a lo que Aiacos implemente respondió sosteniéndole la mirada. —Quiero hablar contigo ahora. El noruego le observó para después sonreírle con ironía, pero al notar la seriedad del rostro acanelado, el suyo parecía calcar la expresión de éste. El pelinegro entreabrió sus labios, pero el sonido se ahogaba en su garganta. Justo cuando estaba por empezar a hablar ambos habían percibido algo… era el dorado que había atacado a Rhadamanthys, era sin duda poderoso, sin embargo el rubio podía lidiar con él. Pero eso no parecía importarle a Minos quien en un movimiento brusco se había zafado del agarre del otro para ir corriendo en su ayuda. Sabía no era su culpa, o al menos eso suponía Aiacos,  ¿pero es acaso era la suya el haberse enamorado? Probablemente sí.