#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.

[barcaatthemoon]

good times || leah williamson x reader ||

you and leah celebrate arsenal winning the conti cup.

minos dni, 18 +, smut ahead

you had certain expectations for the morning after the final. leah had been buzzed before she reached the locker room after the game. the party continued after everybody had left the stadium. it was an absolute rager as the team bounced around a couple of different clubs and bars. you knew that eventually, leah would want you, but you had expected one to two business days for her hangover.

fortune it seemed to be on leah's side because she woke up that next morning without so much as a simple headache. you hadn't done a lot of drinking, prepared to take care of your favorite of arsenal's captains.

"c'mere," leah mumbled as she wrapped her arms around your waist from behind. you had woken up quite a bit earlier than leah, who had taken her sweet time joining you after her alarm went off. you had wondered what had taken her so long to come down.

"leah." you let out a gasp as you felt the hard toy between her legs. leah's lips curled into a smirk as she pressed her mouth against the side of your neck. she didn't give you any kisses, instead going straight to biting. "fuck!"

"gladly," leah chuckled. she pushed your hips flush against the counter as she nudged your legs apart. you let out a choked moan as leah's thigh slotted between your legs and pressed against your cunt. "you have no idea how crazy you were driving me last night."

"show me," you told her. your voice was already a little shaky, and leah was relishing in it. she loved hearing you try to string sentences together when her face was buried in between your legs. your head always seemed to spin in the same circles that her tongue made around your clit.

"this isn't where i'm meant to eat you," leah said as she picked you up. you giggled and squealed, sounds that leah loved just as much as your moans. she laid you out on the dining room table and hooked her fingers around the waistband of your shorts. "are you sure that this is okay? you really want this, pretty baby?"

"yes, i want this. i want you, leah," you answered confidently. leah smiled as she pulled your pants and underwear down. she licked her lips as she took in the sight of you. you weren't soaking wet or anything, but leah knew that she could quickly change that.

she leaned over to push your shirt up, sighing happily as the new skin was revealed, "pretty baby." the compliments and praise were cut short as leah trailed kisses across your chest. her hands moved along your sides before settling over your breasts. they seemed to fit perfectly, just like so many things with you and leah.

leah kept her hands there as her mouth trailed down your body. she didn't bother teasing you for very long. you realized quickly that leah wanted to make you cum. she was riding the high of winning the cup and always claimed that making a pretty girl like you cum only made it so much better. you thought about the first time that she had told you that, whenever the two of you were curled up in bed together after the euros.

you were visibly much more wet than you had been moments before. leah moaned at the taste of you on her tongue. she lapped at your cunt, caring more about enjoying herself for the moment than being precise. you could tell that you weren't going to last long with the pressure she was using with her tongue. you were practically a goner the moment she added her fingers to the mix. leah knew how to hit every spot perfectly, scissoring her fingers just slightly to stretch you out before she stood up.

"shh, it's okay. i'm right here, pretty baby," leah cooed. you had whined at the loss of contact, bucking your hips forward to try and chase after her. leah grabbed onto your hips and yanked you towards the end of the table. she bottomed out on the first thrust, pushing forward until she absolutely couldn't anymore.

"like that, please. i want you to fuck me like this," you told her. leah spread your legs as far open as she could as she thrust as deeply into you as possible. you wished that leah had picked a longer strap, but you knew that it would have taken you a lot more preparation to take something much bigger than this.

still, leah made sure that you felt absolutely every single thrust. her strokes were long and deep, but also forceful. leah put all of her focus into fucking you. she could hear the table creaking with each of her thrusts, but she kept going with no thought to the sturdiness. all leah cared about was watching you absolutely come apart on her cock.

you barely had time to catch your breath after your first orgasm before leah was pulling you onto your feet. the couch was much closer than the bed was, so leah took you there. she sat down first before pulling you onto her lap. she situated you in a position to ride her, but didn't force you down onto the dildo until you were ready.

"off," you mumbled as you pawed at her shirt. leah let you pull it off of her, but quickly took your hands in hers.

"ride me," leah told you. she draped your arms around the back of her neck as she shifted her hips. the head of the dildo ran through your folds, bumping your clit just enough to make your hips jolt forward. "give me a good show, okay?"

"whatever you want." you let leah align the toy with your entrance before you sank down onto it. this time, there was no resistance as you began to move up and down. leah's mouth fell open as she watched it disappear inside of you.

you felt her hand grab onto your jaw, prying your mouth open just enough to lick into it. you could taste yourself on her tongue. leah's fingers slipped into your mouth as she pulled out of the kiss. she started to fuck your mouth at the same speed that you fucked yourself on her strap.

leah looked absolutely enamored with you as she watched. you ignored the ache in your legs to keep going. leah's eyes bounced back and forth from your face to your cunt. she seemed completely unable to make up her mind for what she wanted to see, not that you had any complaints.

"lee," you whined. leah seemed to know exactly what you were going to say as she pulled you towards her. she pressed her lips to yours, silencing your whines and whimpers as you started to cum again. this time, you had to completely stop as you came down. leah kept peppering your face and neck in kisses even after you started to try and turn away from her. "out, please."

"i'm sorry, pretty baby," leah apologized as she pulled out of you. she let you lay on her lap for a couple of moments as your body tried to recover a bit. you felt boneless, like leah had fucked every ounce of strength out of you. that feeling didn't last for more than a few minutes, and once it was gone, leah was leading you into the bathroom to wash up. it was the guest one, so it wasn't as nice as the one attached to her bedroom, but for a quick shower, it was perfect. "you did so good for me."

"you wanted more though," you stated. leah didn't refute it, but she kept her little praises coming.

"i'll happily take whatever you want to give me, okay? nothing more, never ever more than what you can handle," leah assured you. she pressed a kiss to the top of your head as she wrapped you up in a fluffy towel. "now, let's order something nice in for lunch. i can handle that if you'll put a movie on the tv for me."

"what about clothes?" you asked her.

"don't need them. i'm not done admiring yet," leah told you. she pinched your butt as she walked past you. you followed leah into the bedroom, curious as to whether or not she was being serious. when you found yourself being wrapped up in a blanket and directed towards the couch, you got your answer. leah had only reluctantly put on clothes to get the food, but they were promptly removed when she rejoined you on the couch.

[minolikeswords]

Think we should make a documentary (something soft and something heavy)- Mr Reca x F!Reader

cw: established relationship! Filming (I mean, it’s Mr Reca, what else do you expect?), Sub!Mr Reca, restraints (tied to bed), Nipple play (m receiving), leashes, riding, choking, one use of mommy, multiple rounds (implied), hand job, traffic light system, praise and degradation, orgasm denial, pet names (dear, honey), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids). Let me know if I missed smth <3

wc: 999 words

Mino’s notes: This man needs more attention and bottom/sub content, have you seen the way he laughs? That’s a bottom if I’ve ever seen one

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“You know, when you said you wanted to try out my- nnghh- film equipment, this isn’t what I had in mind,” Reca winced when you tightened the restraints on his arms, “really honey, is all this necessary?” He asks, his tone uncharacteristically reserved and face flushed in a warm red as you pick up the camera, grinning slyly.

“More than necessary actually, I asked you for an hour of your time today, and you know I’ll make damn good use of it,” you hold up the surprisingly heavy camera after making sure three others around in your room are in place. Setting the fourth up so it captured Reca’s face and body, already stripped down to only his boxers. You smile at him warmly.

“Just trust me with this, alright?”

Reca swallowed, nodding his head and watching as you turned all the cameras on, his eyes jumping to your body as you slowly pulled your top off too, making a show of it. That’s how it was with you both. A game of who threw on the best show.

You climb on top of him, bare ass rubbing against his clothed bulge as he threw his head back and groaned. Hips bucking to feel more of you and your hands wrapping around his throat, squeezing just enough to make his eyes roll back. “Colour?”

“Mmnn, green,” he whined, you pin his hips down using your own, leaning down to kiss the side of Reca’s lips. Kissing his jaw and dragging your tongue along his neck. You feel his breath hitch as you bite down gently onto his sweet spot, grinding your pussy against his crotch as he pulled on the restraints.

“Such a good boy for me,” you whisper against his neck, feeling him shiver as you pull away. Your fingers brush up against the newly made hickey on his nape as you squeeze harder, “Come on, Reca, look at me, aren’t you the one who tells me passion is held in the eyes?” You smirk, pelvis grinding against his bulge experimentally as you feel him twitch inside his boxers.

Reca turned back to look at you and a part of you swore you might’ve came from the sight alone. His pupils already blown and breathing heavy, “please? Please I wanna feel you and touch you.” He tugged harder on his restraints to prove his point, desperately jerking his hips to experience more of you. You return his pleading gaze with a smug smile, lifting your hips off him as you shift so you’re sitting more on his thighs. Pulling his cock out and stroking it slowly as precum drips down the tip and onto your fingers, “Oh yeah? And what’s the magic word, handsome?”

“Hnnnghh, fuck- please I need your pussy,” You stroke his cock harder, gazing at him in awe as he pushed his head back against the pillow, drool leaking down the side of his lips and nipples perked up with need. He looked ethereal, “You’re such a good little slut, but that’s still not the answer I’m looking for, honey,” you coo, feigning innocence. Your hands picking up the pace as you stroke him harder and feel his cock throbbing.

“Are you going to cum, hm? Do you think you deserve to?” Your hands move up and down his cock harder as soft whines and pleas leave Reca’s lips. His eyes glazed over in pleasure and thighs trembling under you as he feels his release nearing, a cry leaving his lips when you pull your hand away just as he was about to cum. His gaze met yours, “did you really think I was going to let you cum so soon? You still haven’t begged properly, slut.”

You saw Reca’s gaze darken with lust, hips bucking and cock rubbing against your hand for some friction as he says, “Please, mommy? Want you to make me cum,”

“Fuck, now that’s a good boy. See, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” You climb up on top of him again, adjusting your position as you rub his tip along your folds. Your palms resting on his chest for balance as you slowly sink down onto his shaft, “mmmnn- gods,” you moan out as Reca bottoms out inside of you, his head thrown back again and hips bucking deliriously against yours as you start to ride him. One of your hands drifts up to choke him, while the other flicks his nipples, drawing out a whine from him as you pull on them.

“You’re so- haahhh- so tight” whined Reca, most of his words unintelligible babbles as your ass slammed down against his thighs. Pussy clenching around his cock and sinful moans and whines from you both filling the room. You feel Reca’s hips stutter, his orgasm approaching fast as his eyes roll back and he squirms harder against the bed, soft pants escaping his soft lips as he squeezes his eyes shut.

You rock your hips back and forth against his cock, shivering as his crotch rubs against your clit every time and tightening around it more as you feel him throb, “G-gonna cum- nnnghhh~” both your releases wash over you at the same time, your hips slamming down onto Reca’s shaft one last time. Your fingers pinching his nipples and squeezing his throat harder as his warm cum filling up your pussy and you slowly pull away, letting his seed drip down your legs.

“Hnnn- that felt wonderful” he panted quietly, his eyes watching you curiously as you got up and off the bed, stumbling slightly to regain your balance, “Are you turning the cameras off? We can do it lat—” he pauses mid sentence. Eyes following as you walk right past the cameras and grab something from a black bag at the corner of the room, turning around with a black leash and a collar in your hand.

“Why would I be turning the cameras off, my dear? After all, the show must go on.”

[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.. 😭

[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]

Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Epilogue + Soundtrack.

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TWO: G & G.

You know that there are those in the world who strike fear into people’s hearts and souls.

But you’ve never seen anyone react to a single human being the way they do the duo that struts into the bar in their leather cowboy boots. 

You’ve never seen the saloon so quiet and still before then when the duo steps into the scene. A tumbleweed could blow by with how silent it is.

Everyone’s eyes stay planted on the tall, handsome men oozing with confidence and intimidation standing among the swinging doors, appearing like sexy phantoms in the night.

There stands Geto Suguru, the 6’4 long-haired gunslinger with the perfect, black locks that cascade down his broad shoulders and back, seductive eyes, and skillful hands that he hides behind two riding gloves.

He usually is seen riding a black Bronco that is just as big as him and sporting a black cape with black riding pants, boots, and a low-brim cowboy hat. Black fits him so damn well. The only thing that isn’t black on him is the red vest that is so low-cut that you can see the outline of his pecs. 

Beside him is his partner (and lover as it’s rumored) Gojo Satoru, the lean, confident, cocky, blindfolded bandit standing at 6’3 with snow-white hair, a sly smile, leather gloves that hide some skillful and deadly hands, and a blindfold covering his eyes that have never been seen but are said to make a man go cold with fear where he stands.

In contrast to Geto, the white-haired cowboy is doused in colors: a denim jacket that matches his slacks where a star-shaped belt buckle hangs from his crotch; brown boots with spurs; a red bandana wrapped around his neck; and a white cowboy hat sits low on his head. He, too, has his own horse: a brown Bronco that is recognizable from its hooves clicking across the ground.  

They are a match made in heaven and hell. Handsome, skillful, and deadly. They are known for their impressive yet terrifying speed when it comes to cocking and shooting their pistols. You’ve heard of them killing all kinds of wanted criminals and even other gunslingers in other counties.

Everyone knows them and so do you. 

If a record was playing, the damn thing would be scratching by now with the way the saloon reacts to seeing the gunslingers in the flesh. Whispers begin to rise from the silence, including from Yuki, Mai, and Maki who have wandered over. “Oh, my God,” Mai gasps. “It’s the Gunslingers!” 

“What the hell are they doin’ here?” Maki wonders aloud, peering at them from behind her spectacles. “Are they lookin’ for someone? I thought they had been arrested!” 

And they did, last year. At some point, the articles of gunslingers, corporation owners, and high rollers found dead with bullets in them and a note from “G & G” left at the scene stopped when they were arrested after that train heist. And you know it has everything to do with their connection to your boss. 

“Who cares?” Yuki dreamily sighs as she stares at the gunslingers with heart eyes. “I get to admire them in person now! Aren’t they delicious?” 

“Keep it in your pants, Yuki,” Choso grumbles, tugging on a lock of the blonde’s hair as she giggles. “They ain’t even all that.” 

“Of course not,” Yuki purrs, making Choso blush. “Not above you, Chosi, but a cowboy hat would do you so well!”

Even you will admit that the “wanted dead or alive” posters don’t do them justice: they are fine as all hell, straight out of a woman’s wet dreams. But they are also outlaws. And you despise outlaws…for personal reasons. 

The duo begins to look around the silent saloon, Gojo’s head slowly turning despite his blindfold. When his head turns toward you, you feel as if the air has been stolen from your very lungs. Despite the fabric covering his eyes, you feel as if he sees you. All of you. 

Gojo nudges Geto with his elbow before waltzing over to the bar, his boots thudding across the hardwood floor. Geto follows, ignoring the whispers and stares in their wake. The piano has begun to pick up again, but it does nothing to ease the tension swimming in the air. Quickly, you turn to face your drink while the girls scatter to work, leaving you to fend for yourself. 

Geto sits on the stool beside you while Gojo takes the one beside him. You feel the air around you become stiff and tense as the cowboys settle into their seats. “So what’s a cowboy gotta do to get a drink round here?” Gojo asks with a smirk. “Can ya help a guy out, miss?”

He gives Shoko a flirty look, not knowing that this girl is gay as hell. “I could damn sure try,” she replies, barely giving him a smile. “What will you fellas have?” 

“I’ll take a Long Island iced tea,” Gojo says then laughs. “Just kiddin’! A beer, please.”

Geto takes a moment to examine the shelves of alcohol behind Shoko. He then looks at your pretty drink. “I’ll take what the lady is havin’,” he answers. “Actually, what is that you got there, miss?” 

His dark, enchanting eyes meet yours and you ignore the butterflies they invoke inside of you. “Whiskey smash,” you blandly reply.

He hums thoughtfully at the name. “Hm…is it good?” You tick your eyes at him briefly, secretly admiring his features. “If you like your whiskey with some sweetness to it, sure.”

A slow smirk appears on his face. “Oh, I definitely do,” he drawls. “I like sweetness with my everything.” 

You swallow hard, so sure you have a cherry pit in your throat. Gojo chuckles from beside his partner, flashing you a white-toothed smile. “Oooh, me too. I’ll third that order, ma’am!” Shoko nods and shoots you a look before wandering off to fix the drinks. 

You do your best to keep calm and act normal, sipping your drink and trying to relax. At some point, the silence becomes thicker, prompting one of the gunslingers to speak on it. “Welcomin’ place,” Gojo sniggers. “I feel so at home.”

Geto quietly chuckles from between you and Gojo. “Let’s just settle, Satoru. We won’t be here long.” 

‘Settle what?’ you wonder, but you know that they are here for Kento. Shoko comes back with the frothy, red drinks, lowering them in front of the gunslingers. 

“Thank you kindly,” Gojo chirps before taking a sip. Geto nods his thanks but doesn’t drink his right away. Instead, he goes into his pocket and retrieves a folded piece of paper. He unfolds it and slides it across the bar to Shoko. “I don’t suppose you know who this guy is,” he says. 

You peek down at the paper, finding it to be a “Wanted” poster with your BF and boss looking back at you. Kenzo aka “Valentine” looks much different than when you met him. On the poster, he is clean and shaven, has longer, shaggier hair, and has a distinguished scar on his left eye.

But of course, this is the gunslinger who robbed people blind and just pulled a train heist and massacre in the town of Cherrywood a year before with his crew, Geto, and Gojo. The man who takes his place now is Kenzo, a humble saloon owner who sometimes dabbles in illegal activity to fund his saloon.  

Valentine, a criminal on the lamb and your outlaw boyfriend, is known for using his looks, charm, and violence to get what he wants. He is a man who loves money, women, and jewels. As a notorious criminal and outlaw, he has bounced from place to place, county to county, robbing folks and then laying low before starting again. 

He was arrested for robbing the Cherrywood regional train and having his crew massacre all of its employees and riders before you met him. Originally, he was given a fifty-year sentence but escaped after serving five weeks just by seducing a male prison guard and then knocking him out to steal the cell keys. 

You were hot on his trails when he showed up Blackwater a year later and met you in a whorehouse that you purposely took a job in since he frequented those. He took one look at you and immediately fell in love with you (and your body), proposing you a job at his saloon. “You could be mine,” he told you. “My girl.” You agreed and the rest is history. 

“I’ve heard of him, yes,” Shoko replies as she cleans a glass. 

“Is it possible you’ve seen him around?” Geto ponders aloud. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but he escaped Cherrywood a year ago after robbin’ a train and massacrin’ everyone in it. He’s wanted in about nine different counties.”

Shoko takes another brief look at the poster before someone flags her down from down at the bar. Saved by the bell. “I can’t say I have seen him, fellas,” she apologetically says. “‘Scuse me.” 

She hurries off, leaving you with the two cowboys. “How about you, ma’am?” Geto asks, passing the poster to you. “You recognize this face by any chance?” You look down, studying Valentine’s face.

You have, but first, you need to read these guys. “I’ve seen him in the posters, but not in person. May I ask why you two are here?” 

You keep it casual and curious, making sure you don’t sound too suspicious. “We were paid by a private source to track down Valentine for his crimes,” Geto vaguely explains. 

“And for personal business,” Gojo adds with a smirk. “You see, we were in, uh…business with Valentine some time ago and never got our cut.”

He doesn’t need to go any more into detail than that. You know exactly what he’s talking about. “We don’t like bein’ played with,” he says, his voice dipping an octave, sending a chill down your spine. “Or when someone’s money is funny, so we came here to exchange words with him.” 

‘Words or bullet?’ you want to ask, but you instead bite your tongue and sip your drink. 

“We’ve been told he was last seen in this town,” Geto explains. “We figured everyone comes to saloons so why not check here?” He slides the poster away from you, a kind yet flirty smile crossing his beautiful face. “But even if he isn’t, we can still enjoy a drink with a pretty lady.” 

You roll your eyes, having heard that line before. “Does that line work with all the girls?” you scoff. Gojo coughs up his whiskey as he laughs, but Geto doesn’t take it to heart. In fact, he chuckles.  “I see not with you,” he replies. 

“I like that,” Gojo states once he’s recovered, his blindfolded eyes set dead on you. “You’ve gotta be the first person who isn’t scared of us or tryin’ to jump in bed with us.”

You passively shrug, twirling your tongue around the rim of the glass. “I’ve been around gunslingers in my time.” 

At this, the duo share a look unbeknownst to you, quite interested in the pretty thing sitting with them at the bar. “Oh, really?” Gojo drawls and you realize your mistake. “Any of these encounters you’d care to share, little lady? I’m quite interested.”

Geto nods, his gaze like molten fire. “I am too.” 

You suddenly feel your mouth grow dry and your cheeks become hot. Your body reacts in a way it never has with any man you’ve been with, not even your first love! The way they continue to stare at you, giving you their undivided and unwanted attention, is even worse.

What is wrong with you?

Luckily, your boss comes to the rescue, barreling up to the bar like he wasn’t watching the duo from afar and shaking in his boots. 

“Oh, gentlemen!” he shouts, giving them both a hard, eager handshake. “Welcome, welcome! Can I offer you two another drink or a dance free of charge?”

Gojo ignores him like he isn’t even talking, leaving Geto to handle this. “Thanks, but no thanks,” he says, plastering on a kind smile. “We’re here for some information about him.” 

He passes Kenzo the poster and you watch in real time as the color in your boyfriend’s face drains. “Have you seen this guy anywhere?” Geto asks, squinting at him.

Gojo peers at him from under his hat, his stare intense even with the blindfold covering his eyes. Kenzo clears his throat and leans in to whisper to Geto. You pretend to ignore them though you secretly strain to hear. “Let’s talk in private,” he whispers. “Even the walls have ears, I’m afraid.” 

Geto nods and nudges to Gojo who sighs and downs the rest of his drink. To your shock, Geto puts a hand out to you for a shake. Though hesitantly, you take his hand and feel the room grow hotter than a sauna when he places a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “It was a pleasure meetin’ you, ma’am,” he softly says. “Hopefully, we’ll cross paths again.” 

His eyes gleam as he tips his hat at you, leaving Gojo to follow Kenzo upstairs. Gojo doesn’t follow right away, instead digging into his pocket for some coins and placing them on the bar in front of you. “For your drinks and yours,” he says with a crooked smile. “Have a good night, little miss.” 

Then, just like Geto, he leaves as if he didn’t just steal the air you breathe with it. It takes a moment to get your head back, but once you do, you down the rest of your drink and get up from your seat. Shoko catches your eye and gives you a look, her eyes telling you a message: 

“Don’t get caught,” she warns you. “And don’t get killed.” 

You nod, blowing her a kiss, before following your boss and the duo upstairs.

[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

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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

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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)

Unrequited Attraction | 🚧🏩🍳🦕 Mafia!Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Retail Worker!Reader

Color Palette | 🍓 Byun Baekhyun x Reader [Blurb]

Brown Leaves | 🍓 Kim Jongin (Kai) x Reader (University AU)

GOT7

One Million In One Day | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🍳 Sugar Daddy!Jackson Wang x Reader Preview ~ Alternate Moodboard ~ Moodboard Teaser  1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 

Car Rides | 🍓 Jackson Wang x Reader [Blurb]

Juice Box | 🍓🚀🏩🦕 Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam x Reader [Blurb] (Pre-Schooler AU)

Somewhere In Between | ❄️❄️Civil Engineer!Park Jinyoung x Reader + Architect!Henry Lau x Reader

Trading Secrets | 🍓🍓 Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader

JYJ

Winning Losses | ❄️ Kim Jaejoong x Idol!Reader

Monsta X

Introspect | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Jooheon x Reader [Blurb]

Letting Off Steam | 🤸‍♀️ Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x ArtStudent!Reader (University AU)

NCT

Seventeen

December Dates | 🍓🚀 bf!Seventeen x Reader [Headcanon]

The Stroke Of Midnight | 🍓❄️🏩🦕 Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader

Here's My Problem: I Can't Get You Out Of My Head | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🎩🎩🏩🍳🦕 Detective!Jeon Wonwoo x Actress!Reader

10 Ways To Get Over Gyu | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🍳🦕 Kim Mingyu x Reader + others (Childhood AU)

Half Of My Heart | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳 Kim Mingyu x Reader + Jeon Wonwoo x Reader (CEO AU)

On A Thread | ❄️❄️ CEO!Joshua Hong (Hong Jisoo) x Nurse!Reader

SF9

A Final Offering | 🍓🍓❄️🏩🦕 Deity!Kim Inseong & Child!Reader + Baek Juho (Zuho) x Mom  

What Does It Mean? | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️ Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader (University AU) 

16th Floor | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Reader (Office AU)

SHINee

Understand This |❄️ Choi Minho x Reader I Don’t Understand [Understand This II] | ❄️ Choi Minho x Reader

It’s All A Big Joke [WBU II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Th-that’s Not | ❄️❄️🚧🦕 Lee Taemin x Reader Regrets [Th-that’s Not II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Angel Bride | ❄️🚧🏩🦕 Pirate!Lee Taemin x Reader

Noona, You're So Pretty | 🍓 Lee Taemin x Noona!Reader

Stray Kids

Professional Boundaries | 🍓❄️🚧🦕 CEO!Bang Chan x Pre-School Teacher!Reader + CEO!Hwang Hyunjin x Pre-School Teacher!Reader 1 2 3 4 

Bootylicious | 🍓🚀 Bang Chan x Idol!Reader

Super Junior

The Soup | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 SuJu x SuJu Maknae!Reader [Headcanon]

Secrets Of A Maknae | 🍓🚀🚀 Kim Heechul x SuJuMaknae!Reader

The Boyz

Gentle With Me | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Sangyeon x Reader

TVXQ!

Pitter-Patter | 🍓 Jung Yunho (U-Know) x Reader (Pre-School Teacher AU)

The Art Of Deception | ❄️🎩🏩 Shim Changmin x Reader (Secret Agent/Spy AU)

TXT

Forget About It | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳🦕 Choi Soobin x Reader (University AU)  

WINNER

I’m Not Playing | 🍓❄️❄️ Gangster!Song Minho (Mino) x Reader 1 2 3 

[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.

[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.