#the casting was so good like devoured

[artcinemas]

is the got show really that bad? I've only read the books (few as they have been... but i digress) and always thought got was an idiotic adaptation which non-reader fans still liked such as the hunger games movies

it wasn't as bad in the earlier seasons but it became objectively worse during the later seasons (season five onwards). i mean season three and four my beloveds but as someone who read the books after watching the show and then rewatched the show after reading the books...the characters seem different and not cooked properly iykwim. many people will say that grrm didn't publish winds (he hasn't yet) that's why d&d had issues...like no. remember the lady stoneheart debacle? besides even though the characters of colour in the books were subjected to orientalist tropes since the beginning, i feel they were still more fleshed out in the books than the show (*kicks the show dorne plot into hellfire*) they removed and changed so many important characters (bisexual jon snow erasure....a crime), it almost felt seeing a woobiefied fanfiction sometimes. i could go on a huge essay on how the show is messed up but i feel too lazy to write it at the moment.

[mithrilwren]

Finally finished One Piece and I'm in the feels oh boy

[wcnderlnds]

bad idea right? | choi su-bong (thanos)

・❥・ summary: what happens in the squid game bathrooms, stays in the squid game bathrooms ・❥・word count: 1.2k ・❥・warnings: 18+. smut. oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex. female reader. swearing. ・❥・ authors note: i haven't wrote smut in months so you'll have to forgive me if this is awful <3

It had started off like any normal day in the Squid Games. You’d woke up, got traumatised by the day’s game, cast your vote and then ate the meander meal they’d gave you – sandwich and a drink. Nothing out of the ordinary except today had been the day you had officially met Thanos. You had seen him around – his purple hair was hard to miss – but you’d never really spoke to him. In fact, most of the time, you kept to yourself but this game had meant that you had to pair up with people. There had been one moment where you were struggling to find a group when suddenly a flash of purple hair grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you into a room with him and a few other boys. From that moment on, he had stuck by your side during the game even kicking out one of his closer friends. Why he had latched on to you, you had no idea but you couldn’t have been more thankful. If it wasn’t for him, you’d surely have been eliminated by now.

The moment you’d got back to the main holding area, he pulled you into a giant hug. His arms engulfed your body, pressing you flush against him as he rambled about how glad he was that you were safe and how he wanted to be with you and not his friend.

Somehow that had led to where you were now — locked in a bathroom stall with your back pressed against the cool wall, the pants of your sweatsuit down your legs. You weren’t exactly sure how you’d even got into this predicament. Maybe it was the feel of Thanos’ body pressing against yours, maybe it was the attention from the most handsome guy in this place — you had no idea. All you knew was that Thanos was on his knees, his mouth between your thighs devouring you like a man possessed.

His tongue flattened, licking a long stripe up your folds. Your fingers tangled in his purple locks, tugging on them as his tongue swirled around your clit, flicking the sensitive bud. The moans falling from your lips were breathy as you tried to keep quiet. The last thing you needed was to get caught. Having sex in the bathroom was surely grounds for elimination. 

“You’re fuckin’ dripping, baby,” Thanos mumbled against you as he lapped up your juices. “You taste so good, Senorita. Could do this all day.”

His tongue alternated between teasing your clit and licking along your folds before he dove the muscle into your tight hole. A gasp emanated from your lips, your fingers tugging on his hair even tighter as he fucked you with his tongue. 

“Fuck, Thanos,” you panted. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna come.”

Suddenly, he pulled away from you, wiping your juices from his lips with the back of his hand. Damn, could this man get any hotter? He rose to his feet, hand sliding to the back of your neck as he crashed his lips against yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he shoved his into your mouth, tangling with yours. Moaning into the kiss, Thanos used his free hand to pull his own sweatpants down just enough to free his aching cock.

“Jump,” he mumbled against your lips. Instantly, you obliged. His hands caught you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His length brushed against your folds causing a shudder to run through your body. Was it just this place? Because you had never wanted someone so badly before in your life. Never had you felt so desperate. The lingering fear of death was probably a factor – making you crave as much intimacy as humanly possible. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget all about these games, senorita.”

Before you could even reply, he nudged the head of his cock at your entrance, pushing into you with one hard thrust. His hand flew up to cover your mouth, hiding the loud moan you’d let out at the feeling of him bottomed out inside you. He drew his hips back until he was almost all the way out then thrust back in, hard. He set a fast past, withdrawing his hand from your mouth so he could grab at your hips. His fingers dug into your flesh hard enough he was sure to leave bruises but you didn’t care. The feeling of him pistoning in and out of you, the draw of his cock along your walls was enough for you to feel like you were in heaven. Nothing else really mattered in that moment.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Taking me like a champ,” he groaned, his eyes glancing down to watch his dick move in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the bathroom stall. His hands slid down your back to grab your ass, pulling your body into him as he fucked into you to take him deeper. 

“Oh, right there, right there,” you whimpered as he hit that spot inside of you that made you see stars. Thanos smirked, covering your whimpers with his mouth as he picked up his pace. He made sure to angle his hips so he hit that sweet spot over and over again to the point you were a whimpering, moaning mess babbling nonsense about how good he felt inside you.

Your hands clawed at his back, head thrown back against the wall as he pounded into you with animalistic speed. He was like a man possessed, fucking you with an inch of your life to bring you both to ecstasy. One of his hands reached up into your hair, yanking your head back roughly. “Come for me, Senorita. Show me who’s making you feel this fucking good.” 

He could feel your walls clamping down around him, bringing his own climax closer. He redoubled his efforts, covering your mouth once again sensing how close you were. His body felt like it was on fire as he thrust his hips relentlessly against yours. His forehead rested against yours as his grunts came more frequently, trying his best to keep quiet himself. Then, he felt it, his balls tightening as he toyed on the edge of ecstasy. 

“Oh fuck,” you cried out, though it was a mumbled against his hand. Your body shook as your orgasm crashed over you, hips bucking wildly against his. The feeling of you coming undone around his cock finally pushed him over the edge.

“Shit, I’m coming. Fuck,” he groaned, burying his head in your neck, his teeth biting down on your skin as he thrust into you one last time, hips stilling as he painted your insides with his release. After a few minutes, he finally caught his breath back, pulling out of you with a hiss. He tucked his softening length back into his pants, leaning back against the wall on the other side of the stall. His eyes watched you as you pulled your own clothes back on. Both of you knew this had to stay between you, if anyone found out they’d surely use it to get you eliminated from the games.

Your fingers ran through your hair trying to at least make yourself look presentable before you went back into the pits of hell. “Well…”

He held his hand up. “No worries, gorgeous. Maybe if you’re lucky, we can have a repeat of this after the next game.” He unlocked the door, his arm outstretched to let you out first. “That’s if you make it this time.”

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Dolly IV

~ part 4 of the Dolly series

pairing: lee know x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, horror/sci-fi

synopsis: the human body is the most fascinating thing and you know all about the intricate anatomy of it. ever so curious you purchase a human-looking doll and your life changes forever.

wc: 7.9k

warnings: death & dead bodies, reader is a mortician, mentions of needles and scalpels, sorry if there are any mistakes

nsfw warnings: multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, blood play, knife play, creampies, spanking, oral (m)

~ divider by @bunnysrph

It's eerily quiet around you but that doesn't bother you. Not tonight, not ever. Sometimes the silence is comforting and helps you concentrate on the intricate work you do.

You've always been fascinated with death, ever since you were a child. You weren't scared of it, you welcomed it with your arms wide open and it was your father who exposed you to it since you were young.

It wasn't really on purpose, but having a funeral home inside your house and a curious child was not a good combination.

Your father was a good and warm man, offering a friendly tap on the shoulder and a few consoling words to grieving family members, the ones who sat in his office discussing details about funerals, their noses runny and eyes red from crying.

Not all of them were like that; some just sat there with a numb look on their face, a kind of silent sorrow etched inside their features while there were those that seemed completely emotionless.

You'd always lean behind the wall and listen to them discuss until your father would notice you and send you back to your room. The only room in the house that looked somewhat... alive.

Your father was pretty fascinated with death and any art that surrounded it, prints of Francisco Goya's black paintings adorned the walls in your house; Saturn Devouring his Son, Witches' Sabbath, Two Old Men, Judith and Holofernes, Two Old Ones Eating Soup, Atropos...

They captivated you in a way you couldn't put into words and sometimes they gave you torturous nightmares, but you weren't scared.

You welcomed the darkness into your heart completely; in fact you thrived off of it.

It was one quiet and calm evening when you tiptoed down to your basement. The moonlight cast a glow through the windows as your shadow passed by the paintings staring at you with their freakish eyes.

The door was ajar and you pushed it, the creaking sound cutting the silence of the dark night as your heart started beating in your ears.

There they were on the table. A person who had succumbed to Death itself.

Silently, you treaded towards the sheet-covered body but before your little hand could reach it, your father grabbed your wrist gently, scaring you out of your wits.

"What are you doing here, y/n? You know you shouldn't be here." he said, taking you away from your curiosities.

"I- I just wanted to see."

"I know, sweetheart but it's not the time yet. One day, hopefully, you will take over this business just like I took over from your grandfather. Now, go back to sleep."

"Okay." you nodded, albeit feeling a bit sullen that you didn't get to see the person under the sheet.

It's been years since that night, and now you were the one who offered consoling words and friendly pats on the shoulders of grieving family members.

Your father had succumbed to his illness, leaving you alone in this world, alone with all the darkness and death. Of course, you missed him dearly but he suffered so much in his last years that you were somewhat thankful to Death for taking him.

Wherever he was, you knew he was at peace and watching over you.

Taking over his business was the natural step for you, death was just a part of life, and preparing someone's loved one for their funeral felt honorable and you viewed the entire process as a kind of art. When you were old enough, your father started teaching you bits and pieces about preparation and the embalming process, and of course it was only natural for you to develop even more interest for it and get the needed education.

You worked as his assistant at first and when he got sick you became the caretaker and the mortician.

Of course, you couldn't be the one to prepare your father for his burial, it was too much as you watched him disappear more and more every day while he was sick and you wanted your last memory of him to be as peaceful as it can be.

It's been a few years since then, and you were now one of the most respected morticians in your small town. You kept to yourself mostly, only having one close friend since you were kids, Emily.

But you weren't lonely, you focused on your work and your hobbies, like reading, painting and writing poetry, all in the company of your fur baby, your cat named Shadow. You had rescued the elegant black cat off the street when she was just a small lost kitty and ever since then you became inseparable.

Though, even you weren't immune to the troubles of dating. Most of your partners were a bit put off by your work, to say the least, especially if they'd come around to your house which you had repainted black, the decoration was halloween all year around coupled with the creepy paintings on your walls and the fact that there are dead bodies in your basement wasn't really an aphrodisiac.

It was frustrating because you wished you could share your life with someone who'd be genuinely into the things that interest you.

That's why when you found yourself mindlessly scrolling through social media, an ad caught your eye.

Sex dolls.

You chuckled to yourself as you got more comfy under your blanket, Shadow cracking one eye open to look at you from where she was curled up.

You clicked on it.

One doll in particular pulled you in.

Minho, the dark dolly.

He was beautiful, his hair black and shaggy, falling over his eyes, his features were sharp and perfect, somewhat feline-like and his lips seemed sweet and plump.

You liked the outfit they chose for him, all black like you dressed 99% of the time completed with a choker around his neck.

He was perfect.

You scrolled around looking at the other dolls, they all seemed intriguing but Minho was the one you wanted the most.

Besides, some of them already sold so you decided not to wait and jumped on it, ordering yourself the dark dolly. And it didn't take long for him to be delivered to your house, in a big black box reminiscent of a casket. Shadow inspected the box immediately, sniffing and rubbing against it, she seemed to approve of it.

You opened it up eagerly, finally taking a look at your beautiful Minho and he was even more perfect in real life than all the pictures they had posted.

There was a letter inside the box and you opened it up.

Hello,

my name is Minho and I am your dark dolly.

I love cats, horror movies, yummy food and staying inside.

Please treat me with kindness, even though I like scary things, I have a soft soul so never forget to pat my head.

Hope you'll love me as much as I love you.

"I'm glad you love cats, otherwise I'd have to send you back." you joked, as Shadow put her paws on the box, sniffing around before meowing at you.

"You approve, I suppose?" you asked and your cat meowed once again so you were satisfied.

"I guess you do." you ripped off the rest of the bubble wrap, scaring your cat with your movements as she scurried away to her place on the sofa.

Your doll was dressed in a black button up shirt that was almost see-through, coupled with black leather pants and some fine shoes. He looked so alive, it would've been eerie if you weren't already used to looking at people lying down lifelessly before you.

You noticed a little note sticking out of his pocket so you pulled it out and opened it.

My kitten!

I got ready for our rendezvous.

I hope you like the outfit I chose and I hope you'll enjoy our first night together.

"Kitten, huh? Interesting." you smirked as you grabbed the manual, ready to read it from top to bottom but your curiosity got the better of you so you reached your hand to touch Minho.

"Oh." that definitely felt like human skin.

Something was wrong here and you felt it from the moment you laid eyes on his still body. But of course, you weren't afraid, in fact you were determined to find out the truth.

You read the entire manual carefully, going over it a few times, specifically the part where it said the doll can bruise.

How can the doll bruise if there's no blood inside its body?

"Hm." you threw the manual aside and finally lifted the doll out of its little casket, setting it down on the couch in the sitting position.

It took some time to adjust him but Shadow came to sniff Minho and rub against him, seemingly she liked him very much and you trusted your cat's intuition.

"Give me a moment." you said to the doll before running to get some stuff you needed from the basement.

"I'm sorry for this." you grimaced as you sat down next to Minho.

Just a little prick on the skin is what you needed so you grabbed his hand and brought it closer to you as you held the little needle in your other hand. Quickly, you pricked him and waited for a moment.

Nothing was happening so you sighed putting the needle on a tray you brought. You were just about to get up when you noticed it; a tiny droplet of blood oozing out of your doll's finger. With a gasp you stared at the red liquid.

Your mind was reeling and before you could stop yourself, you brought his finger to your lips, licking at the droplet, the metallic taste of blood was unmistakable. Your doll had real blood inside its body. Something about that frightened you, but that fear ignited a flame within you and you wrapped your lips around his finger, lightly sucking on it, the blood coming out slowly as you lapped at it.

"Oh. Looks like I'm not the only one enjoying this." Minho's eyes were shining and his pants were filling up, the button almost popping off.

He was big and usually you weren't this impatient but it's been some time. Your hand explored his muscular thigh, running up to cup his erection and you swore you could feel him twitch in your hand.

You scooted closer to him, hand tangling in his hair and it was surprisingly soft and it smelled of shampoo like he had just washed it. You leaned in to take a whiff before pressing kisses there all the way down to his cheeks. His soft skin under your lips felt heavenly and you were already getting addicted to him.

You pressed your lips into his softly, then pressed them again a bit harder as your hands roamed on his chest. He was muscle everywhere and you were fluttering on the inside, your arousal increasing the more you touched him.

A loud pop scared you as you jolted looking down to find the source. A small laugh escaped your lips when you realized that the button on his pants had actually popped off.

"Fine, you're eager." you chuckled, sliding his pants down, your eyes on his prominent bulge instantly. Your nimble fingers unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his broad shoulders and strong biceps that were visible in the tanktop he wore.

"Wait. I should undress too." you said and Shadow perked up from her spot before standing up and rushing out of the living room like she had understood what was about to happen.

You took your robe off, letting it fall on the floor, you were left only in the silky black nightgown so slowly you slid that off too, the material pooling around your feet.

Minho seemed to have some kind of reaction, at least his neck flushed a little and you were wondering how it does that. How is any of this real?

That didn't matter after you stripped him completely, your eyes admiring the work of art before you. Hands touching and lips exploring, you didn't care about how freaky all this was.

Somewhere along the way you lost your panties, so you straddled Minho's lap, your hands grabbing his face. He was absolutely stunning and your pussy clenched at the look in his eyes. It seemed like there was a fire inside them, a passion burning wild.

Your hand wrapped around his cock, big and heavy in your hand, making you whimper at the thought of it being inside you. You ran the throbbing tip against your wet folds before slowly sinking down on him.

The stretch was delicious as you took him in, wrapping your arms around his shoulders for support, your hands splayed on his muscular back. When you adjusted, you slowly started to move up and down on his length, the squelching sounds filling up the room as you dripped on him.

It seemed as if Minho was looking at you and you sped up, bouncing on him faster, your moans getting louder as you neared your high.

Your nails dug into his flesh as you exploded around him, your hand running down to cup his ass which made him cum too, the warm liquid filling you up and making your eyes roll back.

"Wow." you gasped. Only when you lifted up and circled the couch, you saw that his back had angry red scratch marks.

"Shit, I'm sorry." you leaned over to look at Minho's face.

He seemed to be smirking just a tiny bit?

"I hope it doesn't hurt." you said, not forgetting to pat and caress your dolly's head. You pressed a few small kisses on his cheek before leaving to get cleaned up.

When you came back, Minho was waiting for you in the same position so you cleaned him too and put some of his clothes back on, the pants definitely needed some mending.

"A sex doll?" Emily looked at you in disbelief, holding Shadow in her arms like a baby, moving the cat left and right.

"Yes, isn't he beautiful?" you smirked, patting Minho's head as he sat in your kitchen, company to you and your friend.

"I mean, he is. It's just a little creepy." she said and you gave her a pointed look which made her laugh. "But I shouldn't be surprised when it comes to you. He really looks human though." Emily added, coming closer to the doll as Shadow jumped out of her arms.

"Here's the thing. I pricked his finger the other day and he bled." you told her, adjusting on your chair as you picked up your cup of tea.

"He what? Now, that's creepy. Are you sure it was blood? Maybe it's some kind of trick?"

"Nope, it was definitely blood." you shook your head.

"Hm. Can you like open him up?" Emily asked, making you chuckle.

"Do you know how much I paid for him? I'm not about to cut him up, besides the manual said not to mutilate the doll."

"And why is that? Because they don't want you to know the doll's secrets? Just think about it." Emily shrugged. "Anyways, I have to go. Call me if you find anything out." she added, wiggling her brows.

You took a look at Minho, it hasn't even been a week since he was in your house, but he blended in perfectly with the rest of the decor, even when he was more than that. Shadow seemed to love him, always rubbing against his legs and sleeping on his lap. Animals had a sixth sense when it came to things like this so you trusted that you weren't in any danger. Still, you were so curious.

-

Come evening, you were in a mood.

There was music blasting from your speakers, the lights were all out except the dimmed moody ones and a few candles here and there. The tv was on too, a silent horror film playing on it. Outside, it was raining hard, almost drowning out any other sounds as big droplets kept hitting your window.

Shadow was tucked away in her room and you were wearing lingerie.

Minho was sat on your couch, you turned him to look directly at you as you downed a glass of wine before you started swinging your hips seductively.

The music took you over and you danced, forgetting about everything around you, including your companion Minho whose eyes were following every single movement, unbeknown to you.

"Oh!" you spun a little too fast, colliding with the side of the sofa and chuckling to yourself.

Your eyes fell to Minho, then the coffee table where you had left some cake and knife to cut it with. You bit on your lip as you made your way towards him slowly.

You picked up the knife, twirling the handle once, twice as you smirked at the dolly.

"Are you scared, doll?" you leaned towards him, your tits almost falling out of your skimpy bra as you pointed the knife at Minho.

He didn't seem to react at all.

"No? How about now?" you asked, leaning the knife on his cheek gently. "Or now?" you added, sliding it down his chest and abdomen slowly all the way towards the bulge that appeared in his boxers.

"Enjoying this? I'm glad." you smirked, putting the knife aside for a moment to unhook your bra and slide down your panties.

You undressed Minho too, spreading his legs a little and adjusting him before you turned your back to him.

"Like what you see?" you ran your hands up your hips to your waist as you looked back at him.

The reflection of the candlelight burned in his eyes as you slowly sat in his lap, his length filling your pussy up perfectly, your feet planted on the floor. A moan escaped your lips when you found purchase on his thighs, bracing yourself as you started to bounce on him. The sound of your ass slapping against his abdomen filled up the room and you threw your head back, enjoying the feeling of his tip brushing against your sweet spot.

"Ah! Fuck, Minho!" you moaned his name, feeling him twitch inside you instantly and you gasped as you came, lifting off of him and squirting all over his thighs. What a sweet mess.

"Oh." you moaned, taking him in once again as you sat down and started moving up and down, your thighs burning from exertion. You reached back to grab a handful of his ass, making the doll fill you up.

You leaned on him, your back flush against his chest as you grabbed his arms and wrapped them around you.

"I kinda wish you would come to life but at the same time I don't know if you'd like me. Right now, you have no choice. Isn't that kinda fucked up?" you looked up at Minho but there was no sign of reaction or movement. "Well, don't move. I'll be right back." you joked as you stood up.

You prepared a bath for the both of you, struggling a little to get him in but as soon as you did, you sat between his legs and relaxed in the warm water.

Shadow appeared in your bathroom, meowing at you.

"What is it?" you chuckled, leaning a little to the side to look at her.

Your cat's tail twitched a few times as she stared at Minho, releasing a few more meows before sitting down and continuing to stare at him. You looked back at your doll but he was chilling, looking straight ahead like he always does.

Eventually, Shadow gave up the staring and left the bathroom. Huh, that was weird, you thought but brushed it off as cat behavior.

After drying yourself and the dolly, you got dressed and tucked him in your bed. After years of sharing your bed only with your cat, it was nice to also have someone fill up the empty side of it. And Minho was warm and soft in a way, you had no idea how they made him like that but in the tired and lonely moments, you didn't care.

It's been almost a month since Minho entered your life and you shared almost every moment with him. He had watched you cook and clean, do your hobbies, play with your cat. But, you had yet to take him downstairs.

You weren't even sure if you wanted to. But you were dragging him around the house all the time like a kid drags their favorite teddy bear so you didn't see the harm in it.

Whenever a grieving family came to talk to you, Minho was tucked away in the safety of your room. Today, a particularly loud widow came in to cry to you about her husband who was now in your basement, waiting to be prepared for his funeral.

You reassured her he was in best hands and that you'll make him look as wonderful as you can, since the accident he passed away in had ruined his face.

You just needed to get some things from a few shops before starting, and as soon as the widow left you went to your room to see Minho.

"I'm going to town. I'll be back soon, honey." you chuckled, giving him a peck and a few pats on his soft hair.

You were done with shopping quickly and as the sun was setting you decided to walk across the main square and have a short stroll since you weren't carrying many things.

You saw a little crowd gathered there around someone so naturally curious, you made your way towards it.

An artist was sitting on a little stool, painting a portrait of one of the onlookers. You peered down to look at the canvas, hypnotized by the brush strokes and the movement of this person's hand.

Your eyes followed his arm to his face and your brows furrowed. He looked somewhat familiar. You were trying to think where you had seen him before but kept coming up blank.

"Do you want a portrait?" his voice broke you out of your thoughts.

"Ah, yes sure." you nodded and he started working on it immediately.

He was talented and quick and you kept observing him as he worked, still trying to think where he was familiar from.

"Here. Done." he smiled proudly and you chuckled.

"Thank you, it's really good." you took out your wallet. "Here." you gave him a 100, and his eyes widened slightly.

"Oh, thank you! T-this is a lot! Thank you so much!" he bowed a little as he took the bill from you.

"What's your name?" you asked.

"H-Hyunjin, miss." he looked a little panicked and you gave him a reassuring smile.

"Have I seen you somewhere?" you asked and he chuckled nervously, and you noticed a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"Maybe you've seen me paint here." he said but you still weren't convinced.

"Maybe. You come here often?"

"I'm trying to make some money to buy a gift for my lover." Hyunjin smiled fondly and you smiled back.

"That's sweet."

"Thank you. Your portrait." he said as you stood up.

"Oh, thanks for that again. Bye, Hyunjin." you said as you grabbed it.

"Bye, miss." he yelled behind you as you walked away.

-

Finally, you took Minho down to your basement. You put him in safe distance from all the chemicals as you got ready to begin your work.

Minho sat in the corner, his eyes twitching a few times as he stared at your skilful hands. You worked almost on autopilot as you have done this a hundred times, rinse and repeat.

It took a few hours but the man finally looked at peace, you had reconstructed his face as much as you could for an open casket, the embalming process taking up most of the time after that.

After putting the body away and cleaning everything up, your eyes fell to Minho and you friend's words rang inside your mind.

Maybe you could take a little peak inside him? You stood there contemplating, remembering that he did in fact bleed when you pricked him, so if you cut him it might be even messier. You didn't want to hurt him but as always, you were too curious for your own good.

Minutes later, your dolly was shirtless on your table, a scalpel in your hand. Never has your hand trembled but as you brought the blade closer to his skin, your fingers twitched ever so slightly. Your heart sped up as you took a deep breath, pressing the scalpel softly against the doll's skin.

Suddenly, he lifted his hand and grabbed your wrist, his eyes moving to look at you as you screamed, trying to step back but he held on tightly, taking a deep breath that sounded somewhat painful.

"Don't hurt me." he pleaded, his voice raspy as he took in shallow breaths.

You snatched your hand away, the scalpel clattering on the floor as your wide eyes took in the sight before you. Your dolly was alive.

"I always had this irrational fear that some day one of the dead bodies I was working on would wake up." you chuckled.

"I wasn't dead." he sat up slowly and you rushed to him, seeing he was dizzy.

"I know. You bled when I pricked your finger."

"By the way, that hurt." he gave you a look and you shrugged with a smirk.

"What about the part that came after it?" you asked breathlessly as Minho's eyes softened.

"That was more fun." he smirked, making you chuckle. "Can we go upstairs? The fumes are making me nauseous."

You helped Minho up, taking him to the kitchen where he drank four glasses of water quickly while you heated up dinner.

"So, you were aware of everything the entire time?" you asked and he nodded, his cheeks becoming rosy. "I figured as much. Something was fishy ever since you came here. I knew you were alive."

Shadow appeared in the kitchen, jumping up on Minho's lap immediately and he wrapped his arms around the cat, caressing her. She meowed and started purring as she pushed her head into his hand.

"She approved of you from day one."

"I'm glad she did."

"Here, eat and then we can talk." you said, as if this was the most normal thing ever.

-

"It's so nice to be able to move and be outside in the fresh air." Minho noted as the two of you decided to take a walk in the woods behind your house.

The woods were comforting always and even more beautiful now with all the autumn colors painting the leaves. It was a bit chilly but you dressed well, the fresh air was helping you clear your mind.

"I bet it is. So, what do you remember before being here with me?"

"I remember a lab. Tables like the ones in your basement, I remember I didn't look like this from the beginning. I also remember I could walk and move and talk before they put something inside us. We were plugged to something and suspended in water tanks. There was eight of us."

"Oh, I saw the others on the site! Do you remember them?"

"Yes, I do. We all had our cells before they put us in the tanks. Chan was made first. Then there was me, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin and lastly Jeongin." Minho explained.

"Wait, Hyunjin?" you suddenly remembered the artist you ran into.

"Yes, he liked to paint."

"I saw him today!"

"You saw Hyunjin?" Minho's eyes widened. "Like this? Alive?"

"Yeah. Do you think the others are somewhere around here too?"

"Could be. I really miss them. We tried, y/n. We tried to fight the company but there were too many of them and we were kept in such a controlled enviroment. They kept injecting something with these big needles, it would make us sleepy."

"Do you remember anything before the lab?"

"As much as I dig around my mind, I only remember the lab."

"What do you mean, you didn't look like this the in the beginning?" you asked after a quiet moment of taking in everything Minho had told you.

"Well, I don't wanna gross you out with gory details." he said and you laughed.

"Honey, I'm a mortician."

"Right, you poke around dead people." he smiled teasingly.

"What a way to put it." you chuckled.

"Well. If you must know, they added skin later."

"Oh... Oh. So, I'm guessing maybe you're not human? Or at least, not entirely?" you said.

"I have no idea." Minho shrugged with a sigh.

Your hand brushed his as the leaves crunched under your feet.

You took hold of his hand, noticing his shy smile and rosy cheeks as your fingers entwined.

"We'll figure it out."

It's been about two weeks since Minho woke up and you had no idea your dolly would be so shy.

He avoided talking about what he was actually made for and never mentioned you using him for your pleasure multiple times. Minho enjoyed cooking for you and playing with your cat as much as he enjoyed watching you work and being the one to hold you during cold nights.

It was safe. It was comforting. You had found someone who was genuinely interested in what you do. Even when he was a little annoying, asking question after question like a curious child, his shiny eyes staring at you closely as he breathed in your personal space and kept asking stuff like 'What are you doing now?', 'What is that?', 'Why are you putting it there?'.

It was adorable as much as it was irritating, and you loved it.

Outside, it rained hard as you sat on your window bench, reading quietly while Minho sat on the sofa, cuddling with Shadow.

You gave him time to get used to everything, but you were feeling kind of impatient at the same time. Minho was observant, he learned all your little movements, the tone of your voice, what your sighs meant. He loved all the little details that made you you.

So, he stood up and made his way to you which got your attention, and you looked up from your book just in time as he stood in front of you.

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?" he asked and your eyes widened.

"Of course." you smiled then, your face heating up.

Minho sat down close to you, gently grabbing your book from your hands and putting it aside before he touched your face softly. He leaned in and you waited with bathed breath for his lips to collide with yours.

It wasn't what you expected, fireworks and passion, it was more gentle, more profound. He kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered in this world.

"I'm sorry I made you wait. It's just, I'm scared that somehow I will go back to how I was before. And I don't want that to be in that... prison anymore. Being able to see and hear it all but being unable to react, it was terrifying and I still have nightmares about it." Minho confessed as you ran your hands through his soft hair.

"That's not gonna happen, okay?"

"How are you so sure that it won't?" Minho asked.

"Because... I love you and I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." you said, Minho's lips trembled as he searched your eyes before a sweet smile spread on his lips.

"I love you too, my kitten." he smirked before leaning in, this time giving you a more passionate kiss.

It didn't take long for the kiss to escalate as Minho pushed his tongue into your mouth, tasting you. Your hands tangled in his hair as his roamed your body, exploring your curves and dips like he had always wanted to.

He kneeled between your legs, his knee pressed against your core and you whimpered into his mouth as he smirked against yours.

"My sweet kitten, I've always wanted to take care of you." he looked at you, eyes darkened with lust as you gripped onto his strong arms, your hips moving on their own as you rubbed your clothed pussy against his knee.

"M-Minho." you whined, throwing your head back and his lips attached to your neck and collarbone, traveling down between your breasts as he left hungry kisses everywhere. His hands gripped your waist before sliding down to grab your ass and lift you up.

You squealed as he turned your body towards the window; the view outside was breathtaking, all the leaves twirling in the wind, the rain dragging them down and washing them away just as the sky darkened.

"Here?" you gasped and he chuckled.

"Everywhere." he whispered in your ear before lifting your little nightgown and revealing your lacy panties.

"Very sweet." Minho grabbed handfuls of your ass and you moaned, nails scratching at the bench you were just sitting on. His fingers slid on your folds, your arousal soaking through the lace as he kept touching you, giving you a few spanks with his other hand.

You moaned his name, pushing back into him, your body craving for more; you were so touch starved that you lost your mind immediately, melting into Minho and giving him total control over you.

He wanted you as much as you wanted him so he slid your panties down just enough to have access to your wet pussy as he slid his pants and boxers down at the same time.

"I promise I'll take it slow later. I just need to have you right now." he breathed out as you felt the tip of his hard cock press and slide against your folds.

"Take me, Minho, please!" you pushed back again and he spanked you quickly, making you whimper.

"Stay still, kitten." he purred as he slowly pushed in and the stretch was perfect, your pussy taking him in easily until he filled you up completely.

"You feel perfect around me." he groaned as he started moving slowly, his hands splayed on your ass as you pressed your forehead into one of the decorative pillows on your window, little gasps and moans escaping your lips.

"Ah!" you moaned loudly when he hit your spot, biting down on the pillow as Minho's hand tangled in your hair, lifting your head up slowly.

"Let me hear you, kitten." he said, fucking into you harder, the sounds of skin slapping skin making your ears warm up in embarrassment. You caught a glimpse of your reflection in the window, seeing the expression on Minho's face sent shivers down your spine, your pussy clenching around his cock.

You let go and started moaning loudly, and the louder you got the faster he fucked into you.

"Just like that." he whined and you gasped, cumming around his length, making him more slippery and wet as he held onto you.

It only took a few more erratic thrusts before Minho exploded inside you, his warm cum filling you up deliciously and making you cum once more at the feeling of it.

"Oh." he gasped as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly for a few moments. You finally turned around, grabbing his face and giving him a sloppy wet kiss.

"I love you." you smiled as he pulled you into a hug.

"I love you. I'm glad I came to you." he whispered.

"Me too."

The two of you were cuddled up with Shadow under a blanket, watching a horror movie per Minho's request when your doorbell rang.

"That must be Emily." you stood up quickly and Minho looked at you with a panicked look in his eyes.

"You sure she won't freak out?" he asked and you shook your head.

"No, she's literally seen everything with me." you chuckled as you went to open the door. Minho sat still on the couch, cuddling Shadow to calm his fast beating heart.

"Emily, I'd like you to meet someone." you pulled your best friend into the living room and she looked at Minho confusedly for a moment.

"Didn't we meet already?" she chuckled and Minho's lips fell open.

"She's not gonna faint is she?" he asked, making the both of you laugh.

"Not that I know of." Emily said with a shrug. "Look Minho, when you're friends with y/n for years, nothing really surprises you anymore. Plus, she told me in advance. Everything that happened and what you remember." she added as you served some tea for her.

"Minho sometimes has nightmares about the company." you added.

"Did you remember any more details?" Emily asked after taking a sip of tea.

"Not really. Just bits and pieces, it's more like feelings. Fear, dread, isolation. I especially hated when they experimented on us, the tables. I don't know what they did to us cause I couldn't move and look down but it hurt. The water tanks seemed to alleviate the pain though." Minho explained.

"Okay, now that is creepy." Emily said and you nodded.

"Did you manage to find anything on the site?" you asked her and she shook her head.

"I tried hacking it. It has top security on it, it's out of my skill range." Emily sighed. "I wish I could be of more help."

"Hey, you being here is enough for me." you grabbed her hand as she smiled.

"Oh, do you maybe know where the company is?" Emily suddenly remembered and Minho shut his eyes tightly, willing himself to think of the location.

"Ugh. I can't remember no matter how much I try. I don't remember traveling from there to your house." he looked at you.

"It's okay. We can try again another day." you said, caressing his back to calm him down.

It was all so suspicious and you were too interested in finding out more about where you dear dolly came from.

You were enjoying an afternoon nap when a loud clatter jolted you out of your dreams.

"What are you doing, Min?" you rubbed your eyes as you walked into the kitchen.

"Oh. I'm making dinner for us. It's been exactly five months since I came here so I wanted to do something special." he said, his cheeks rosy.

"Aw, you are so sweet." you melted instantly, making him chuckle shyly.

When you sat down to eat the delicious meal he prepared, you got to thinking.

You've never been so happy or felt so seen. Living with Minho, sharing the day and night with him came easy to you. Everything seemed more lively since he came into your life, even death became an afterthought when you spent time with Minho.

"Thank you for the wonderful dinner." you smiled.

"Of course." he stood up and you followed quickly, almost knocking your chair down.

"Wait here a sec." you told him before running off to your room. If he had made an effort with the main course, you were going to make effort with the dessert.

Minho decided to tidy up as he waited for you, his heart beating hard in anticipation. While you were sleeping, he saw the lacy set you had put out in your closet earlier and he was so excited to see you in it... or take it off of you.

"Min, come here!" you yelled from the room once you were ready and Minho all but tripped over his feet, the carpet and Shadow who was lounging in her spot before he came to you, looking as cool as a cucumber. He leaned on the wall and smirked at you.

"What do you think?" you asked, giving him a little twirl. The lingerie you wore left nothing to imagination.

"I think you look stunning." he said, somewhat breathlessly as his face heated up.

"You gonna do something about it?" you taunted and he made his way to you, his eyes filling up with lust.

His hands landed on your waist as he pulled you in, his lips pressing against yours. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you pressed your body as close as you could to his and his hands slid down to grab your ass.

You moaned into his mouth as he started massaging it, then giving it a few loving spanks.

"Fuck, let me take care of you, my love." you pushed him towards the night stand and Minho's eyes widened as you got down on your knees.

"Oh." he let out a quiet sound as you slid his pants and boxers down, not wanting to waste any more time. His cock was already hard and ready for you to play with and you were just too eager.

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his length as you leaned in closer, giving a few kitten licks to his tip, collecting the drops of pre cum on your tongue.

Minho breathed in sharply, his hands grabbing at the night stand behind him. You smirked, swirling your tongue around the tip, occasionally dipping it into his slit and trying to tease him as much as you could.

"Kitten." Minho moaned quietly, his hand tangling in your hair as you started sucking on the tip gently.

You were sure you couldn't take all of him but you were even more sure you were going to try anyways, so you slid down, taking more of his length in and trying to get used to it.

"You look so beautiful right now." Minho smirked, gripping your hair and holding you against him tightly. You moaned around him, sending vibrations through his body as you slid down more.

You bobbed your head up and down, wetting his cock with your spit and gagging around him multiple times and Minho couldn't help his desire as he slowly started to fuck into your warm mouth.

"Ah, y/n!" he groaned, accidentally pushing harder and making you gag. You slid off of him and he looked at you with panic in his eyes.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, his palm gentle against your cheek.

"No, I'm fine." you said, biting on your lip. "Just very needy right now."

"For what?" he smirked and you whined.

"You."

"Get on the bed, kitten." he said and you stood up immediately, lying down on the bed.

Minho climbed in after you, kneeling between your legs as he pushed your panties aside.

"This what you need?" he smirked, sliding the tip of his cock against your wet folds.

"Mm, yes." you moaned, already arching your back at the slightest touch.

"Hmm, I'm not convinced." he smirked.

"Please!" you whined desperately, making Minho chuckle.

"Okay." he said but you saw the mischievous glint in his eyes and you knew he was going to tease you some more.

He pushed in just the tip, fucking you slowly with it.

"Ah, Min!" you whined as he kept smirking, giving you a minimal amount of stimulation.

Your eyes teared up in frustration as Minho kept fucking you only with the tip, your pussy clenching and begging for more.

"Please, please!" you cried.

"More?" he teased, pushing a bit more in and staying still.

"All of it."

"As you wish darling." he said before pushing all of his length in and fucking you slowly.

You moaned as you wrapped your arms and legs around him and Minho held you close as he kept rocking his hips into you.

You reached bliss together, wrapped up in each other, completely content.

"Wait." you giggled as Minho started getting up so he can get a cloth to clean you up.

"What?" he asked and you pulled him closer, patting his head gently.

"Oh." he giggled cutely before standing up and almost running off to the bathroom.

While you laid there waiting for him, your phone started ringing.

"Ugh." you groaned and rolled over to grab it.

"Hello?"

"Miss l/n?"

"Yes, this is she." you sat up, thinking it was someone calling for your funeral services.

"We are calling regarding our dolly collection. We understand you have purchased our dark doll, Minho." the cold voice on the other end said.

"Yes, I have."

"We regret to inform you that the collection will be pulled back from the public and we will be taking all the dolls back to our company due to a malfunction. You will get your refund of course. We will come pick the doll up tomorrow morning." they said right as Minho came in.

"Okay, thank you for calling." you said politely before finishing the call.

"Who was that?" Minho asked.

"It was your company, apparently they are taking all the dolls back to the lab due to a malfunction."

"What? Please, don't let them take me! I can't go back there!" Minho looked angry and scared instantly.

"Oh they can come here. But they won't find anything. I have a plan, my love." you smirked.

You were not about to let anyone take away your happiness.

The doorbell rang at 9am sharp and you took a deep breath before opening the door.

There were six men in black suits and emotionless faces standing there and looking at you.

"We've come to pick the doll up."

Suddenly, you hiccuped and started crying.

"He is gone! My dolly is gone! I woke up this morning and looked for him everywhere. But there is no trace of him. I-I put him in my bed like always but he disappeared!" you cried and the men exchanged a look.

"Mind if we take a look around?" one of them asked.

"Please, go ahead." you let them in and they started snooping around immediately. Shadow hissed at them, running away as soon as one of the men came anywhere near her.

They were definitely dangerous.

"W-what kind of malfunction happened to the dolls?" you asked, blowing your nose in a napkin.

"We aren't allowed to discuss that." they answered.

"What's downstairs?" one of them asked.

"My preparation room. This is a funeral home." you said and they gave you suspicious looks.

"Can we take a look there?"

"Of course." you nodded and opened the door.

Then men looked around as you followed them, still crying silently and hiccuping a few more times.

"Well, he is not here. Don't worry about it, miss. You will still get your refund and the doll will be found." they finally gave up after checking every nook and cranny, or so they thought.

"Okay, thank you for coming." you said as they left.

You waited for them to get into their van and drive away before you ran back downstairs.

"They left!" you quickly opened one of the caskets and Minho sat up, taking a deep breath in.

"Gosh, I almost suffocated. I could hear them walking around here, it was so scary." he said as you grabbed his face gently.

"But they didn't find you." you smiled.

"No, thanks to my genius lover." he smiled back at you as you leaned in to kiss him.

"What do we do now?" he asked when you parted.

"We wait to get the refund. And then we'll see what our next step will be."

"Are you sure they won't come looking for me here again?" Minho sighed.

"They can try. But I won't let them take you away from me. I promise."

Minho wrapped his arms around you tightly, putting all his trust into your hands.

You knew you were running a risk as long as you stayed here, but there were preparations needed to be done before you could get away.

And you wanted to make sure there was no trace left for the wrong people to find you.

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[orphicmusings]

alucard and praise kink please🥺 i want to tell him he’s beautiful so bad and hear him call me every sweet thing under the sun

“hello, beautiful.” you smiled when he entered the library, the flames of the fireplace casting a soft orange glow on his porcelain face. a faint dusting of pink streaked across his cheeks when you greeted him like that. how you loved making him flustered.

“hello, darling.” he gently approached you, sitting next to you on the loveseat. “what is my clever love learning today?”

a bashful smirk reached your lips as you showed him the book from your shared ever-growing collection you’ve chosen. “herbs.” you simply explained, pointing to the diagrams of lavender, thyme and rosemary drawn about the pages. “well, specifically these. did you know that…” he listened to you ramble and watched the spark in your eyes with a certain hunger in his gaze, almost like his predator instinct was softly asking to come in. when your words got more slowed down and spaced out and you looked at the dazed expression on his face, he asked, “are you done with it?”

“pretty much, yes.” you nodded.

“good.” he threw it on the table in front of you and grabbed your face, practically devouring you in a kiss. he ran his other hand down your back and pressed you against the cushions of the sofa, only pulling away once you were flush beneath him.

“where did that come from?” you panted as he trailed little kisses down your neck. “not that i’m complaining.”

he chuckled richly against your neck, his fangs gently brushing the skin, and you gasped. “i am so lucky the keeper of my heart has such a curious brain.” he suckled at the skin of your collarbone delicately. “it is what i love most about you.”

“me reading gets you going?” you giggled breathily.

“if you want to put it so crudely, yes.” his hand rode up your nightgown, lightly groping at your flesh. “god, i want to eat you whole.” he squeezed your inner thigh, causing you to yelp. your hand in his hair tugged gently on his tresses in surprise, and he moaned. he settled your thighs on his shoulders with a simple command, “do that again.” you smiled at his firm, authoritative tone and tugged harder. another sound of pure ecstasy and debauchery ripped from his chest, all for you. he sighed into a smile. “always so good for me.” he rasped before he bit down on the flesh of your thigh.

[syoddeye]

heart rot. ghost x f!reader.

heart rot, a fungal disease, decays the inner heartwood of trees, creating weaknesses, while also providing homes for birds. short thing. all vibes, little plot/sense.

he finds her when he isn’t looking. 

or rather, she finds him. 

takes one long look as he drags the man who followed her into the toilet, and shoves him hard enough into the doorframe to rattle the walls. snaps his wrist like it’s nothing.

she decides.

she needs a place to hide. why not behind the biggest, meanest monster in the room? if the thing with teeth and blood on its knuckles likes her?

she’s seen worse.

she sees the ruin of him, too, the wet , festering rot. the hollowed-out hole in his chest, a place no decent thing should want to linger. and she decides that’ll do just fine for a home.

can’t be worse than where she’s come from.

his name is simon. he’s involved in the military. beyond that, it’s not her concern. it suits her fine, though, because he doesn’t ask about what’s behind her. what’s past is past, and he leaves it there.

he’s surprisingly accommodating. well, not accommodating. no flowers, no card. just a key, and no chain to hang it from. clean sheets, at least.

she brings with her all things soft, all things warm. a cup of tea waiting when he returns from whatever he won’t talk about. a comforting hand at the base of his skull when he wakes up tight with sweat, gripping his own throat tight. silence when he needs it. words, when he can bear them. she drags scraps of kindness into the hollow of him, weaves herself a bird’s nest within his ribs.

he warns her. more than once. 

tells her what kind of man he is, what kind of things he’s done. shows her. he’s not gentle. not safe. his moods shift like bad weather, and his hands—well. she ought to be afraid of them.

she isn’t.

she stays.

she continues to surprise simon.

there are nights he comes close, so fucking close, to gutting himself open, prying her out, and casting her off for good. shoving her away before he makes a mess of things, before he ruins this too, like he ruins everything. he’s good at destroying things. lethal. better at it than keeping them. before she learns and sees the full measure of what he is.

but every time, she only burrows deeper. tucks herself in like she’s not afraid of the dark and doesn’t mind the splintering, sharp edges. like she’s already decided, without his permission, that she’s staying.

and at some point, though he can’t say exactly when, he stops fighting it. 

realizes he’s sleeping through the night. that the cupboards are full. that he’s eating without thinking about it, without forcing himself to. there’s a steadying in his hands, a loosening in his chest, an easing in the places clenched tight for too long.

still himself. rough and weathered, but less teeth, more tongue. a longer, slower fuse. patience. letting himself stretch things out and savor instead of devouring it all in a single, starving bite.

and in the small hours, when his hands have left their mark on her skin and she’s pressed against him, breathing hitching but steady—he doesn’t let her go. just holds her, locks her to his side. luxuriates in the weight of her, the absurd, impossible fact of her.

he hopes she likes the cage of him.

because she’s not getting out.

[valsverse]

⠀⠀(୨୧) BROUGHT THE HEAT BACK

. .⠀FEATURING⠀⟡⠀ percy jackson, leo valdez, jason grace, luke castellan (respectively) x gn!reader

﹙🏹﹚ in which ：they get jealous. (and it looks good on them) ── masterlist

percy jackson ; percy’s eyes track your every movement as you laugh at something someone else said—a sound that usually belongs to him.

he leans back against the tree, arms crossed, fingers drumming against his bicep in a rhythm too slow, too measured for the thoughts running through his head. across the campfire, you're caught in conversation with someone who seems a little too interested in every word you say, leaning in just a bit too close. the guy’s smile, belonging to a new camper he doesn't quite recognize, is bright, easy, but percy sees the intent in his eyes. it’s the way the his gaze lingers on you a moment too long, the way he leans in as if he’s trying to get just a little closer, as if he thinks he has a shot. percy pushes off the tree, his movements smooth and unhurried, but there’s a coiled tension in the set of his shoulders. he walks over to the group, slipping into the conversation with that casual air that comes so naturally to him, but there’s something different about the set of his jaw, the way his fingers twitch at his sides. “what’s so funny?” percy’s voice rings out, deceptively light but edged with a bite that makes the newcomer falter. the camper catches the tone and falters for just a second before recovering with a grin. “just telling them about the time i—” percy doesn’t wait for him to finish. he reaches for your hand, pulling you away before another word can leave the guy's mouth. as you move away from the fire’s warmth, the tension in his body begins to ease, though he remains silent until the murmurs of the campfire fade into the background. “everything okay?” you ask, even though the answer is already etched in the harsh set of his jaw and the tight grip of his hand in yours. percy shrugs, his attempt at nonchalance as he tries to mask his irritation. “yeah, i just—” he stops, running a hand through his tousled hair, the frustration evident in the way he looks back toward the campfire, his gaze a storm of irritation. “i don’t like it when people think they can just—” he trails off, the words left hanging, but you know exactly what he means.

a smile tugs at your lips.“percy jackson, are you jealous?”

he scoffs, rolling his eyes with an air of exaggerated nonchalance, but the embarrassed blush creeping up his neck betrays him. “of him? please.” still, you notice the way his grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly. leo valdez ; you realize he's the jealous type barely three days in. it’s subtle, the way he inches closer as you text a friend, not out of curiosity but a need for attention. “who’s got you so wrapped up?” he asks, draped lazily beside you, lips pulling into a soft pout.

“an old friend. we’re catching up—it’s been a while.” your eyes stay glued to your screen, your smile growing at the messages. his gaze lingers on you, a moment of quiet before he lets out a dramatic sigh and collapses onto the bed, voice heavy with faux despair.

“you’re abandoning me,” he laments, eyes fluttering shut like the thought alone is unbearable. “guess i’ll just have to die.”

“leo, stop,” you mutter, rolling your eyes but unable to fully hide the smirk creeping onto your lips.

“i'm not gonna make it.” he declares, sitting upright with wide eyes, his hand clutching at his chest as if wounded. "any final words for your dying lover?”

you laugh, finally setting your phone aside and leaning in. you cradle his face, your lips brushing against his as you whisper, “you’re impossible.”

jason grace ; you’re sprawled on jason’s bed, explaining your favorite character from a new show you’ve been devouring, your eyes bright with excitement. jason, on the other hand, is brooding in the far corner of the bed like a wet dog.

jason slumps on the far edge of the mattress, a moping shadow cast over his features as he listens to your praise. “so,” he interjects, the pout on his lips deepening as you lose yourself in the narrative, “you’re not still caught up on that guy, right?”

his gaze remains fixed on you, sighing in exasperation when you take a second to respond. “seriously, i can’t believe this,” he adds, the words coming out as a half-whine, half-plea.

you glance over at him, observing the childish distance he’s placed between you two, the slight frown tugging at his mouth. “jason, are you really jealous of a character who doesn't even exist?”

after he doesn't respond and attempts to escape your gaze in obvious embarrassment, you laugh and reach out, fingers tracing the line of his jaw with gentle affection, a contrast to his earlier mood. “c'mon, you know you’re my favorite,” you coo at him, your voice a soothing counterpoint to his frown.

jason’s pout gradually fades, replaced by a smile as he leans into your shoulder, his embrace warming. “yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, his voice muffled but sincere. “guess i need to hear that more often.” luke castellan ; luke’s been staring at you for a while now, stretched out on the bed with narrowed eyes, assessing you like you’ve committed some unforgivable crime. “you remember you’ve got a boyfriend, don't you?” his words are lazy, almost drawled out, but there’s a bite underneath that’s hard to miss.

you don’t even bother to look up, your mind drifting somewhere far from the edge in his voice. “what are you talking about?” your voice is absent, your attention elsewhere, which only fans the flames of his irritation.

he lets out an agitated sigh, one of those exaggerated, weight-of-the-world exhalations, and points an accusing finger at the source of his distress. “i don't know. just seems like you forgot.” the accusation lingers in the air like a challenge.

you follow the line of his gaze, your eyes settling on the supposed rival—curled up in utter contentment on your lap, blissfully unaware of the brewing conflict. you snort, the sound half amusement, half disbelief. “luke, he’s literally just a cat.”

“tip his stupid ass over."

you laugh as you shake your head. “are you seriously jealous of your own cat?” the question is more teasing than incredulous, though you can’t help but be a little entertained by his sulkiness.

i’s not really jealousy—more like the gnawing need for attention he’ll never fully admit. with a quick, decisive movement, he scoops up the cat, who wakes with a startled jolt, all sleepy confusion and disgruntled meows. luke unceremoniously deposits him on the couch, far from his coveted spot.

you gasp, half in mock outrage and half in genuine concern. “you woke him up!” but luke’s already sliding into the now-empty space, settling in peacefully. his head finds its way onto your lap, and he looks up at you with an eyebrow raised.

“what?” he says, voice dripping with mock innocence. “i’m the boyfriend here, remember?”

(luke is a certified cat owner idc.)

©valsverse— do not steal, edit, or repost my works. plagiarism is prohibited.

[jjeongkii]

DECEMBER ‐jungkook one shot

this is my first ever one shot I hope yall enjoy it and also early merry Christmas lol

bf!jk × reader

summary ‐A quiet Christmas night turns heated as Jungkook claims you with passion and love, sealing it with promises under the holiday lights

warnings ‐ smut , unprotected sex , rough sex , dirty talk , praise kink , possessive behaviour ,some spanking , slight degradation , orgasm denial , edging , cumming

word count ‐ 1.4k

The soft glow of Christmas lights flickered across the room, their multicolored warmth casting a dreamy hue on the walls. Tonight was supposed to be quiet—cozy Christmas movies, hot chocolate, and the soft hum of holiday cheer. But there was nothing quiet about the way Jungkook was looking at you now.

He lounged next to you on the couch, the twinkling tree lights reflecting in his dark, unreadable eyes. His gaze burned through you, slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring the sight of you. The air was thick, charged with something unspoken, and your pulse quickened when his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

“Are you cold?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. The innocent question sent a shiver through you, though it had nothing to do with the temperature. His eyes dropped to your thighs, the hem of your sweater just barely grazing them, and you swore his pupils darkened.

You swallowed hard, shaking your head. “No.”

Jungkook leaned closer, his breath brushing against your cheek. His fingers, rough yet deliberate, traced the edge of your thigh before sliding just under the fabric of your sweater. “I don’t believe you,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your ear. “Your skin is burning.”

Your breath hitched as his touch traveled higher, his hand splaying across your bare waist beneath the sweater. The slow drag of his thumb against your skin was maddening, sending heat pooling between your legs. His lips brushed the shell of your ear, his voice a low growl. “Take this off.”

The command sent a thrill down your spine, and before you could react, he was tugging the sweater over your head. Your hair spilled over your shoulders, and the cool air hit your exposed skin, making your nipples harden beneath the delicate lace of your bra. Jungkook’s eyes devoured you, lingering on the curve of your chest and the faint shimmer of your skin under the Christmas lights.

“Fuck,” he rasped, his voice thick with need. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

Before you could respond, his hands gripped your waist and yanked you onto his lap. The hard press of him against your core made you gasp, your body instinctively grinding against him. His hands roamed your back, sliding up to tangle in your hair as he tilted your head back, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

The kiss was all-consuming, his tongue claiming yours with a hunger that left you breathless. His hands tightened on your hips, rocking you against him as a low groan rumbled from his chest. “You feel so fucking good,” he muttered against your lips, the words sending a jolt of arousal through you.

Jungkook’s mouth moved to your neck, his teeth scraping lightly before he sucked a mark into your skin. His hands slipped under the waistband of your leggings, gripping your bare ass and pulling you closer. The soft jingle of ornaments in the background felt distant, almost surreal, as the heat between you grew unbearable.

“You like teasing me, don’t you?” he murmured against your collarbone, his fingers slipping lower. “Wearing this little lace like you didn’t know what I’d do to you.”

You whimpered, your hands gripping his shoulders as his teeth nipped at your skin. “I wasn’t—”

“Don’t lie,” he growled, his voice dripping with dominance. He shifted suddenly, standing with you still wrapped around him, your back now pressed against the cool wall. The contrast of the icy surface against your flushed skin sent a shock through you, but all you could focus on was the way his body pressed against yours, his hips grinding against your core.

“You’re mine,” he rasped, his lips brushing over yours. “And tonight, I’m going to make sure you don’t forget it.”

He laid you down gently on the bed, his dark eyes trailing over your body with unrestrained hunger. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you met his gaze, and the intensity in his stare sent a shiver down your spine.

"Stay just like that," he commanded, his voice low and laced with authority. In one fluid motion, he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted chest and the tattoos that painted his arm. The sight alone made your core tighten with need.

Jungkook climbed onto the bed, settling between your legs, his hands slipping under your sweater to trace the bare skin of your waist. Slowly, torturously, he peeled the fabric away, exposing the delicate lace of your bra. He paused, eyes raking over you as though committing every detail to memory. "So fucking perfect," he muttered, leaning down to press open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, his lips igniting fire in their wake.

With deft hands, he unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them down your legs and leaving you bare beneath his heated gaze. His fingers brushed over your panties, lingering on the damp fabric, and his lips curled into a cocky smirk. "All this for me?" he teased, his voice thick with pride as he slid the last barrier down your thighs.

You whimpered as his fingers dipped between your folds, collecting the wetness pooling there. "You're so wet," he groaned, slipping one finger inside you before quickly adding another. The stretch made you arch against him, but his pace remained slow, calculated, dragging out your frustration.

"Jungkook, please," you begged, your voice trembling as your hips bucked against his hand, chasing relief.

"Not yet, baby," he rasped, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. His fingers withdrew, leaving you teetering on the edge, and you let out a frustrated whine. "You'll come when I say you can."

Standing briefly, he slid his sweatpants down his legs, his hard length springing free, and your mouth went dry at the sight of him. Before you could reach for him, he was on you again, his body pressing yours into the mattress, his mouth crashing onto yours with a hunger that stole your breath.

Lining himself up with your entrance, he teased your soaked folds with his tip, his lips ghosting over your ear. "Tell me," he murmured, his voice dark and commanding. "Tell me how much you want me."

"So much," you gasped, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. "I need you, Jungkook. Please."

With a low growl, he thrust into you, filling you completely. The stretch was intense, but it felt so good. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust before he started moving, his pace slow and deep at first.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he picked up the pace. His thrusts became harder, more desperate, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice rough. You opened your eyes to meet his gaze, and the intensity there made your whole body tremble. "You're mine," he growled, slapping your ass to emphasize his point. "Say it."

"I'm yours," you cried out, your nails digging into his back.

"Good girl," he praised, leaning down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss.

His hand moved to your clit, rubbing tight circles that had you teetering on the edge again. "Come for me," he ordered, his voice thick with need. "Let me feel you."

Your orgasm hit you like a wave, your body shaking as you cried out his name. Jungkook wasn't far behind, his movements growing erratic before he spilled inside you with a guttural groan.

He stayed there for a moment, catching his breath before pulling out and collapsing beside you. The fairy lights twinkled softly above, the room filled with the sound of your heavy breathing.

Jungkook's breath mingled with yours, the room still filled with the warmth of your connection. He pulled you close, his fingers gently running through your hair as the soft glow of the Christmas lights danced around you.

"Best Christmas gift ever," you whispered, still breathless.

He smiled, his lips brushing your forehead. "Merry Christmas, baby," he murmured, his voice tender now, as he held you tighter, his heart beating steadily beneath your ear.

You snuggled into his chest, feeling the calm settle over you both. The world outside seemed distant, everything right here in this quiet, intimate moment.

"You're mine," Jungkook whispered, his words soft, a promise more than a command.

"Always," you murmured back, closing your eyes, letting the warmth of his embrace carry you into peace.

[crowsofdarkness]

Just For Tonight: Part One

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Content Warnings: 18+ smut which includes spanking, voyeurism, oral with male receiving, protected p in v with reader being on birth control, anal, and m/f/m relations.

Summary: Steve lets you live out your secret fantasy. Just for tonight.

Authors Note: This is basically porn with some plot. Part Two will be posted later. Enjoy!

Tags: @that-blonde-girl @bookofriverr

-this is not connected to my other Stucky fic Ménage a Trios-

PART TWO

“You’re such a little brat,” Steve stumbled into his bedroom with me attached on his lips. 

My hand worked at the buttons of his jacket, trying to get it off, but he smacked them away. 

“Steve,” I whined, my pussy clenching around nothing. 

His hair wasslicked but he blew away a few loose strands. There was a darkness in his eyes, something I didn’t recognize, and for a brief moment it scared me. 

“You’ve been riling me up all night knowing I can’t do anything about it. Then when I finally think we’re going to fuck, you stop and talk to an old friend for twenty minutes,” I angrily gruffed while crossing my arms over my chest.

Steve cocked his head to the side, those eyes glazing over the pout of my bottom lip before glancing over my shoulder briefly. 

“Haven’t you learned anything? Don’t you want to be a good girl for me, Y/N?” 

I gulped loud in the quiet darkness of his bedroom, knowing that whatever I was in for tonight wouldn’t be good. 

Not like I would complain. 

“Take it off,” he plucked at the strap of my dress. 

I quickly shimmed out of it, letting the silky material pool at my feet. Steve’s hungry eyes raked over my bare chest and pebbled nipples, licking his lips ever so slowly. He closed the distance between us, engulfing me in a feverious kiss that was filled with biting lips and crashing teeth. His tongue devoured every inch of my mouth, reveling in the taste of my drink earlier. I scratched and clawed at his shirt, wishing he would take it off so I could graze my teeth over every inch of skin. 

“You’re such a pretty little thing,” Steve bit along my jawline, down to my neck as his fingers worked circles on my clit.

I hissed in pleasure, trying to remove his clothing while I stood bare for him.

“I’m fucking tired of all the teasing, Steve,” I grumbled and began working on his belt.

The sound of skin on skin echoed in the room and I cried out in ecstasy when he slapped my ass again.

“I’m tired of you being a brat. Get on your knees,” his eyes darkened.

I stood tall to him, not backing down with a wicked smirk on my face.

“No.”

Through the darkness of his bedroom, only cast in the ever-growing light of the moon, Steve stepped back into the shadows with a playful gleam in his eye as a darker voice sounded from the corner of the room. My shoulders went stiff as the smirk was wiped off my face, knowing exactly who that voice belonged to.

“You heard him, doll. Get on your fucking knees.”

I blinked rapidly, trying to gather my bearings as I turned slowly towards the voice, now seeing the figure sitting in the corner of Steve’s bedroom. His ankle was crossed over to his other knee, tattooed hands resting on the arms of the chair. 

“B-Bucky,” you gulped. “How long have you been sitting there?” 

A soft click echoed in the room and it was soon bathed in an orange glow thanks to him turning on the lamp next to him. I sucked in a breath at the sight before me. 

Bucky was still dressed in his party clothes and his hair somehow managed to stay perfectly combed back from when I last talked with him last on the couch less than an hour ago. 

There was a typical monthly party at the Avengers Tower and even though I’d been glued to Steve’s hip all night, I found myself slipping away to talk to Bucky. 

“Wait,” I turned back to Steve. “Did you two plan this?” 

He gently cupped my cheek and left a chaste kiss on my lips. “I see the way you look at him, Y/N. How your eyes linger when he walks away.” 

My lips parted to speak but felt a swift smack to my ass. 

“Don’t lie,” Steve clicked his tongue. “It’s clear you want him to fuck you.”

“Steve,” I breathed, trying to figure out what to say. 

It was futile though because it was true. 

While I loved Steve with every part of my soul, lately I couldn’t ignore the way my heart leaped into my throat when Bucky walked into a room. It wasn’t always like this, I’d grown up with both of them. But recently, as Bucky started becoming healthier and growing into the man that sat before me, something in my brain kept telling me to let my gaze linger a while longer than what’s deemed normal for someone who was in a relationship. 

“I know what happened in the kitchen,” Steve chuckled. 

My head snapped back to Bucky, anger radiating off of me in waves. “You told him?” 

He tried to wipe the smirk off of his face, failing miserably. “I don’t keep secrets from Steve.”

It felt as if a weight had pulled down my stomach when I remembered what happened in the kitchen three nights ago. 

Tiptoeing down the stairs quietly in fear of waking up the rest of the house, I pulled on the bottom of Steve' shirt hoping it would cover my ass. Unfortunately it didn't and part of my yellow panties peaked through the end of it. 

“Just a quick snack,” I muttered into the dark air, reaching for the fridge. 

“Did you want some popcorn?” 

Screaming, I whirled around to see Bucky sitting at the kitchen table, lit up by the faint light of his phone. He extended a bowl of popcorn towards me. 

“What the fuck!” I held a hand to my racing heart. “You scared the shit out of me, Bucky!” 

Chuckling, he rose from the table to slowly stalk over to me. “Steve asleep?” 

I raised a brow. “Yeah, why?” 

Bucky shrugged before running a hand through his long hair and I did my best not to gawk at his bare chest. 

“My room is next to his and you’re not exactly quiet,” he said while standing in front me, towering over with his tall frame. 

Heat rose to my cheeks when I realized exactly what he was talking about. 

“Uh,” I pulled down the end of my shirt, hoping to cover my ass. “Sorry. Sometimes I don’t even realize how loud I can be.”

He hummed, the noise vibrating in his chest, and his vibranium fingers swiftly brushed over the heated skin of my thigh. 

“Don’t apologize, Y/N. I liked what I heard.” 

My gaze flashed down to his cock when I felt it brush up against my thigh, feeling exactly how much he liked what he had heard. Every part of me ignited with a burning desire that seemed to only be lit when Bucky was around. The guilt wouldn’t stop eating away at me though because I knew it was wrong to feel this way, especially because Steve also made me feel the same. 

I loved Steve so much, I saw a future with him. We’d been together for years. 

But the prospect of something new lingered on my mind for quite some time and the more I tried to ignore it, the harder it became to tell myself I didn’t want Bucky as well. 

“Bucky,” I breathed as my eyes fluttered shut. 

His fingers grazed up the skin of my thigh, burrowing up the shirt so they could rest on my hips. His warm breath tickled the side of my neck as he breathed me in deep. I didn’t push him away, I let his lips graze over the purple marks Steve left earlier and my fingers wrapped around his thick biceps. My nails dug into the skin, claiming what wasn’t mine. 

“Yellow is your color, doll,” he ghosted over my lips before stalking out of the kitchen, leaving me in a pool of my own desire. 

“It wasn’t anything,” I tried to tell Steve, hoping he would understand. 

With his hand still resting on my cheek, he grazed his thumb just underneath my eye. 

“It’s alright, honey,” he reassured you with another kiss. “I talked with Bucky and I have something to run by you.”

A sudden chill brushed over me, causing my nipples to peak. 

“What is it?” 

Bucky spoke next, still sitting in the chair in the corner of Steve’s room. “One night. You can have the both of us for one night.”

I nearly choked on my spit when I realized my darkest desire was about to come true. 

“You’re joking, right? This is some kind of prank?” I asked Steve. 

He sternly shook his head. “It’s the truth, Y/N. As long as you agree, you can have Bucky either along with me or just him. Just for tonight.” 

My jaw fell to the floor in shock. There was absolutely no way that Steve was being serious. The second I touched Bucky, would he freak out and break up with me? 

“How do we expect things to go back to normal after tonight? You can’t possibly think we’ll all forget this happened,” I snorted. 

“Doll.” 

Turning my head towards Bucky, he beckoned me over with a crooked finger but I was still unable to move. I felt Steve slink up behind me, his hands trailing up my stomach. 

“It’s alright, honey,” he whispered. 

Swallowing thickly, I took a step towards Bucky but he sharply shook his head. 

“Crawl.”

Heat shot straight down to my core, that fire igniting as I slowly dropped to my knees so I could crawl over to him. His ocean eyes were blown wide as they tracked my every movement until I stopped in front of him. 

“I need you to agree, doll,” he said, body vibrating with adrenaline. 

I threw a look over my shoulder at Steve who had sat on the edge of the bed resting his elbows on his knees. He gave me another reassuring nod so I looked back to Bucky. 

“Yes,” I breathed. 

The pale skin his neck bobbed slightly as he swallowed. “Take my cock out and stroke it.” 

Fucking finally. 

My hands worked quickly to undo the button and zipper on Bucky’s pants and I gasped when I noticed how hard his cock was in the confines of his briefs. 

“Do you see what you do to me?” He groaned while his cock sprang free.

I licked my lips at the sight of precum that beaded at the head of his cock; so pretty and pink. 

While Steve’ was a bit shorter and thicker, Bucky’s was longer and had a vein that ran underneath. It looked angry, like he’d been fighting a boner all night long. My hand worked up and down, squeezing every so often as I went, and Bucky’s head fell back against the chair. 

“Fuck,” his jaw went slack when my mouth began to take all of him. 

His hands found my hair, keeping me locked in place as he fucked into my throat. My feet dug into the carpet trying to keep myself locked in place and my nails dug into his clothed thighs. 

“Easy, Bucky,” Steve warned. 

“She can take it. Can’t ya, doll?” Bucky’s one hand cupped my cheek, working out the tightness. 

I nodded, urging him to keep going with a pat to his thigh. 

Now he didn’t hold back, rising up from the chair as he fucked the back of my throat all while keeping my head in place. 

“Shit,” he cursed. 

Opening my eyes, I glanced up at him with tears, begging him to keep going. 

“Beautiful,” he mused while holding his arms out wide moments before I felt his warm seed shoot down the back of my throat. 

I hummed in such delicious delight, swallowing all of him, before falling back to my knees and wiped the drool with the back of my hand. Bucky was still slumped in the chair, breathless, and I dared a glance over to Steve to see that he was gripping the blanket tightly. I feared that maybe he was angry with what happened but realized he, in fact, loved what he saw because I could tell how hard his dick was underneath his pants. 

Large hands gripped me from my armpits and forced me to sit on a lap, Bucky’s warm breath fanning over the back of my neck. He spread my legs wide, giving Steve a preview of how wet I was between them. 

“Do you want to be a good girl and give him a show?”

I nodded to Steve. “Can I?” 

He palmed his dick. “Of course, honey. I want to see you fall apart.” 

“Touch yourself,” Bucky rasped while biting my ear. 

Moaning out in pleasure, my fingers worked in fast circles against my clit and when Bucky’s cock brushed along my folds, I shivered in his embrace. 

“You want my cock, doll? You’re so fucking needy for it like the slut you are.” 

“Please,” I choked out. “I’ve wanted it for so long.” 

I felt Bucky’s chest rumble underneath me. “Did you hear that, Steve? Your girl has been wanting my cock for a long time.” 

Steve snorted. “Tell me something I don’t know.” 

My entire body was red from not only the heat of my growing orgasm but the fact that these two could read me like a book. Knowing what I wanted before I even knew. 

I jerked, halting my actions slightly, when Bucky pressed himself inside of me. 

“She has an implant,” Steve answered for me when he realized I was too far gone with touching myself that I wouldn’t be able to answer. 

Slowly but all at once, Bucky filled me completely and I groaned out his name. My hips rode against the length of it and my hand, that familiar white haze creeping into all of my senses. 

Unlike how he fucked my throat, Bucky was soft and gentle while dragging his cock in and out of my pussy. 

“So tight,” he bit down on the skin of my shoulder, causing me to cry out in ecstasy. 

“I’m so close,” I panted, fingers working even faster. 

Grunting filled my ears and through lidded eyes, I watched as Steve pumped his cock desperately trying to chase his own release. The sight of me being speared open by Bucky’s cock drove him wild, his hair no longer slicked back. 

A hand turned my face and now I was staring at Bucky, whose eyes glanced down to my lips; a silent question. 

“Please,” I sighed. 

His lips tasted different than Steve’s. They were softer, more plump and the few hairs that peppered around his mouth tickled my skin as our tongues danced slowly together, getting used to each other. 

Without warning, my orgasm tore through me violently and I screamed my release into Bucky’s mouth. His cock twitched inside of me before I felt that familiar feeling coating my insides, spilling onto my thigh and his pants. 

“Fucking hell, doll,” Bucky tried to catch his breath and wrapped his arms tighter around me. 

Steve halted his grip on his cock to lift me off of Bucky, tossing me onto the bed. I was exhausted but knew we were only just getting started. 

“I need you now, honey.” Steve made quick work of discarding all of his clothes. “Is that alright?” 

I reached out for his hand, pulling him down on top of me. “Please, Stevie.” 

His eyes fluttered shut at my nickname for him and then he lined his cock up with my pussy. “I won’t last long. Seeing you on Bucky’s cock nearly tipped me over the edge.” 

I ran a hand through his long hair and gave a lazy smile. “It’s alright.” 

The vast difference between the two men was evident as Steve’ cock filled me. His pace was erratic, him pulling my knees to my chest so he can fuck into me even deeper. 

The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard slamming into the wall, and Bucky chuckled from his corner of the room. 

“This is what I would hear every fucking night. Imagining this scene in front of me; although seeing now, it’s much better than what I thought,” Bucky said. 

I turned my head towards him, watching as he slowly rose from the chair to toss his clothes to the growing pile on the floor.

“Holy shit,” I mused at the sight in front of me. 

Bucky was like a god, as well as Steve. A pair of super soldiers. The muscles of Bucky’s stomach constricted as he began lazily stroking his cock. I held out a hand, inviting him over to us. He was too far away, I needed to feel his body heat against me again.

“Honey?” Steve whined in my ear, causing my attention to snap back to him. “I can’t hold on.” 

I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Cum for me, Stevie. It’s alright.” 

I knew he wanted to try and bring me to another orgasm and felt bad. But I reassured him it was alright and soon felt himself spill inside of me; his cum mixing with Bucky’s. 

Spent, he fell to the bed beside me and I gazed tiredly up at the ceiling, noticing all the faint hairline cracks that ran along it. The bed dipped at my feet and I felt Bucky’s long vibranium fingers gather the cum that started to run down my legs, forcing it back inside of me. 

“We can’t have this go to waste, doll,” he pressed a kiss to the inside of my knee. 

“Bucky,” I whined when he slipped in another finger. “I don't think-.” 

“You can. I know you can,” his voice was gone, taken by the lust that consumed him. 

Steve rose from the bed to help Bucky position me on my knees. Bucky then slipped underneath while Steve knelt behind me. His finger grazed over my puckered hole and I shivered. 

We’d only have done anal a few times, more recently the last few days. It was then that I realized he was preparing me for this moment. 

“Stevie,” my head fell against his shoulder. 

He kissed me long and slow, savioring how I faintly tasted like Bucky. 

“You can back out if you want,” he reminded me. 

I shook my head. “No, I want this.” 

I then looked down to Bucky, who gave me a warm smile. “I want both of you.”

It took a bit of finessing but we managed to get a perfect position as I slowly sank down on Bucky’s cock. Steve then pushed me over so my breasts could press against Bucky’s chest. His arms held me in place while Steve gathered some of the cum inside of me, coating his cock with it. 

“Safe word?” He asked. 

I glanced over my shoulder at him, remembering that we came up with one a while ago when we decided to start experimenting sexually. 

“Mercy,” I breathed. “But don’t stop.” 

“Keep her distracted, Bucky,” Steve ordered. 

He did by capturing my lips in a feverish kiss, one that was a fight for dominance and ultimately, he won. My nails scraped along his scalp, causing Bucky to hiss out in pleasure. 

“I’ve wanted you for so long, doll,” he admitted while moving his hips, fucking me all over again. 

I brushed away the sweat sticken hair from his forehead, agreeing with a nod. “I feel the same.” 

Steve left a kiss to the base of my spine. “Ready?” 

I nodded and slowly, the head of his cock began to press inside of my ass and my cries were swallowed by Bucky as he kissed me again. I’d never felt so full in my life and it took me a moment to adjust to having both of their cocks inside of me at the same time. 

“Tell us when, doll,” Bucky’s voice cooed in my ear. 

“Go,” I urged them on. 

After a moment, Steve and Bucky figured out the best rhythm that worked best and my body felt like it was in overdrive. All of my senses were heightened as both of their cocks worked in spreading me wide for them. The room filled with the scent of all three of us, tangling together with the tellings of our ever growing affair. Some might have thought this was wrong but it felt so right; so free. 

This was supposed to be one night and then we would go back to our normal, everyday lives. Bucky would have to watch Steve and I be in love while he received none of that. 

How was that fair to him? 

How was it fair to my heart that always yearned for him?

Bucky’s vibranium fingers wrapped around my throat, his thumb titling my chin up so he can leave bruising marks there with his lips. 

Steve' pace was slow, not wanting to hurt me, while Bucky’s was fast paced and down right ruthless; the perfect mixture that brought me closer and closer to the euphoric release I’d been craving. 

“Doll,” Bucky bit down on the sensitive part of my neck when his second release of the night filled me. 

His body fell limp underneath me but we dared not move, fear of stopping how good Steve felt inside of me. 

“I love you,” Steve panted into the skin of my back. 

“I love you too.” 

My eyes hooked with Bucky’s and for the briefest of moments, I could see something twinkle in them. Our lips met in another kiss and not a few seconds later, both Steve and I let out our releases at the same time. 

The three of us lay in a mess of tangled limbs, me snuggling up in Bucky’s chest while Steve held onto me from behind. I was sticky and wet between my legs but I couldn’t be bothered to clean up. Sleep was beginning to sink its claws into me, desperate to pull me into the darkness with it, until I felt the bed beneath me shift. 

Bucky was getting ready to leave after noticing Steve was asleep, an arm draped over my stomach. But I grabbed onto his arm, stopping Bucky. 

“Where are you going?” 

His ocean eyes motioned to Steve behind me but I pulled him back into bed with us. 

“Y/N,” he breathed. 

“Please stay? For me?” I begged with bright eyes. 

He brushed away a strand of hair from my face and eventually agreed with a gentle kiss to my lips. “Anything for you, doll.” 

None of us knew what this meant but I think we all could agree that we’d be unable to go back to our old lives after this. I’d have to be open to Steve about my feelings for Bucky and I could only hope he’d understand that my heart was big enough to love both of them; equally. 

For now though, I lay with both of them. Feeling both of their heartbeats and skin on mine lull me to the sleep my body was craving. 

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟʟɪꜱ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇʜᴏʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪɢʜᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴀɴᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ. ᴀᴍɪᴅ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜰᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀʙ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴊᴏʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ

The gentle light of dawn filtered through the lace curtains of the Tallis household, casting a soft glow over the quiet rooms. Outside, the city of Piltover was just beginning to stir. Airships hummed faintly in the distance, and the occasional bark of a merchant announcing their wares carried through the streets. But inside the warm, comfortable home shared by Jayce, Viktor, and you, the world felt still and serene.

You were the first to wake—as always. The bed was a tangle of limbs and warmth, with Viktor tucked neatly at your side and Jayce sprawled across the rest of the mattress like a human starfish. It was a miracle Viktor managed to get any rest with Jayce’s restless movements, but he never complained. In fact, he often joked that the chaos kept him young.

Carefully, you wriggled out from under Viktor’s arm, doing your best not to disturb him. He made a soft noise of protest, his brow furrowing slightly before settling back into peaceful sleep. Jayce, on the other hand, remained oblivious, his snore rumbling low and steady. You smiled fondly at the sight of them, their contrasting personalities so evident even in sleep.

Padding into the kitchen, you set about your morning routine. The kettle was soon on the stove, its comforting whistle blending with the rhythmic ticking of the clock. The scent of fresh coffee beans filled the air as you ground them by hand, relishing the quiet moments before the house fully woke.

By the time you heard the familiar shuffle of Viktor’s cane in the hallway, the table was set with steaming mugs of coffee and a plate of buttered toast. You turned just in time to see him enter, his golden eyes still heavy with sleep and his unruly hair sticking up in every direction. He looked utterly endearing.

“Good morning, my love,” you greeted, pulling out a chair for him. “Did you sleep well?”

He gave a small nod, gently placing a kiss on my lips before lowering himself into the chair with a sigh. “Well enough,” he said, his voice still husky from sleep. “Though I suspect Jayce attempted to wrestle me in his dreams again.”

You laughed softly, pouring him a cup of coffee. “He’s lucky you’re too patient to retaliate.”

Viktor rolls his eyes playfully, wrapping his hands around the warm mug. “Patience is a virtue when you live with a man who sleeps like a flailing octopus.”

The two of you shared a quiet laugh before a loud thud from the bedroom signaled Jayce’s less-than-graceful awakening. Moments later, he stumbled into the kitchen, his hair a wild mess and his shirt half-tucked into his pajama pants.

“Morning,” he mumbled, making a beeline for the coffee pot.

“Good morning, sunshine,” you teased, sliding a mug toward him. “Rough night?”

Jayce grunted, taking a long sip of coffee before replying. “I had the weirdest dream. Viktor was… building a robotic octopus, and it kept chasing me around the lab.”

Viktor raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching with amusement. “Perhaps your subconscious is trying to tell you something.”

“Yeah, maybe to stop eating so many snacks before bed,” you added, earning a mock-offended look from Jayce.

Breakfast was a relaxed affair, filled with the usual banter and laughter that defined your mornings together. Jayce devoured his toast with the enthusiasm of a man who’d been starved for days, while Viktor nibbled his more methodically, his focus already drifting toward the day’s projects. You alternated between sipping your coffee and reminding Jayce to slow down.

“So,” you began, leaning back in your chair. “What’s on the agenda today?”

Jayce brightened immediately. “I’ve been working on some new hextech prototypes. They’re not quite ready for testing, but I’m hoping to make some progress today.”

“And by ‘progress,’ he means blowing something up,” Viktor quipped, earning a laugh from you and a playful glare from Jayce.

“It’s called experimentation,” Jayce defended, pointing his coffee spoon at Viktor. “Besides, you’re the one who nearly set the lab on fire last week.”

“That was an isolated incident,” Viktor replied smoothly. “And if I recall correctly, you were the one who suggested increasing the power output.”

“I—” Jayce began, but you interrupted with a laugh.

“Alright, boys, let’s not turn breakfast into a blame game. Save the explosions and whose to blame for the lab.”

After breakfast, the three of you fell into your usual rhythm. Jayce and Viktor headed to the lab, their minds already buzzing with ideas, while you took some time to tidy up the house. Despite their brilliance, neither of them was particularly organized, and you often joked that it was your full-time job to keep their chaos in check.

As you moved through the house, you found little traces of their lives woven into every corner—a stack of blueprints on the dining table, a half-finished sketch of a new invention on the couch, and Viktor’s favourite book resting on the armchair where he often sat to read. You couldn’t help but smile at the evidence of their shared passions and their shared space with you.

Later in the day, you prepared some snacks and made your way to the lab. The soft hum of machinery greeted you as you pushed open the door, revealing Jayce and Viktor bent over a glowing piece of hextech. Their heads were so close together it was a wonder they hadn’t bumped into each other.

“Our savior,” Jayce declared dramatically when he noticed you, grabbing a cookie from the tray before you’d even set it down. He grinned, crumbs already on the corners of his mouth.

Viktor glanced up, his golden eyes warm with affection. “Don’t encourage him,” he said with a fond smile, though he accepted a cup of tea gratefully.

You shook your head, amused as always by their antics. “How’s it going?” you asked, leaning against the workbench.

“It’s going great,” Jayce said through a mouthful of cookie. “I think we’re close to something big.”

“Or another explosion,” Viktor murmured, though his tone was light.

As they launched into an animated explanation of their progress, complete with wild gestures from Jayce and more measured input from Viktor, you couldn’t help but feel a swell of affection. This was your life with them—full of creativity, warmth, and the perfect balance of chaos and calm. Watching them together, their passion for their work and their clear admiration for each other shining through, you were reminded once again just how lucky you were to be a part of it all.

[leejenowrld]

seven days of christmas smut — completed

seven days of christmas, seven ways to ruin you—slow and sweet, rough and desperate, teasing and possessive. from tangled sheets to quiet stolen moments by the tree, each night gives you more to beg for, every touch leaving you trembling and wanting more.

lee jeno — snowed in at a remote cabin, you and jeno are left alone with nothing but the crackling fire and the tension that’s been building for far too long. what starts as playful teasing after a snowball fight snaps the moment you’re back inside, the heat between you undeniable. he fucks you against every surface he can find—pinning you to the walls, bending you over the creaking table, and dragging you into the armchair by the fire, his pace rough and relentless. his hands grip tight, his voice low and filthy as he claims you over and over, refusing to stop until there’s nothing left of you but him.

word count — 4.4k words

genre — smut

[ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ]

jung jaehyun — it’s the early hours of christmas morning, the house still and quiet, your kids asleep down the hall, but you and jaehyun can’t resist each other. tangled in the sheets, the soft glow of christmas lights spilling through the window, he fucks you slow and deep, his hand over your mouth to stifle the moans threatening to slip free. every thrust is deliberate, every roll of his hips leaving you trembling as he whispers filthy promises into your ear—reminding you that you’re his, and on a morning meant for giving, he’s the only one who gets to have you like this.

word count — 5.8k

genre — smut

[ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ]

johnny suh — johnny surprises you with a gift—delicate lace lingerie, wrapped neatly with a note that reads, “for later.” when you step into the bedroom that night, wearing it just for him, he’s already waiting, sprawled across the bed, his dark gaze raking over you like he’s ready to devour. “you’ve been so naughty this year,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing as he pulls you into his lap. his hands roam your body, deliberate and possessive, before he guides you down onto his cock, making you ride him slow and deep. every roll of your hips draws a growl from his chest, his words filthy and unrelenting as he promises to make you pay for every sinful thought you’ve put in his head this year—until you’re shaking, speechless, and ruined.

word count — 6.2k

genre — smut

[ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ]

na jaemin — you find jaemin sitting by the christmas tree after midnight, the soft glow of lights casting golden shadows across his bare chest as he waits for you. he pulls you into his lap, hands gliding up your thighs with just enough pressure to make you squirm, his voice low and teasing as he murmurs how good you’ve been for him this year. his kisses start slow, deliberate, but they quickly turn desperate—clothes pushed aside, your body pressed down onto the soft carpet beneath him. the lights flicker above you, catching in the dark hunger of his gaze as he fucks you hard and deep, his grip firm on your hips, like he’s afraid to let you go. your moans mix with his rough groans, the quiet of the house broken only by the sounds of him taking you apart, whispering that you’re the only gift he’s ever wanted

word count — 5.4k

genre — smut

[ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ]

kim jungwoo — jungwoo teases you all night about being impatient to open your presents early, but when you get to the last box under the tree, all you find is a note that reads, “your real gift is waiting upstairs.” when you find him in the bedroom, he’s sprawled across the bed, shirtless with nothing but a red ribbon tied low around his waist, his smirk equal parts playful and sinful. “go on,” he murmurs, his voice dropping as his eyes darken, “unwrap me.” what follows is him letting you take control, your hands and mouth exploring him as he groans beneath you—until he flips the script, unwrapping you piece by piece and giving you a christmas you won’t forget.

word count — 7k

genre — smut

[ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ]

lee donghyuck — at a crowded christmas party, the air buzzing with laughter and music, you and donghyuck can’t stop locking eyes, the tension between you thick and impossible to ignore. it snaps when he grabs your hand, dragging you into a dark, empty room, the door clicking shut as he presses you hard against it. his breath is hot against your ear, his voice low and filthy as he murmurs all the things he’s been dying to do to you. his hands move with purpose, peeling away your clothes like wrapping paper, unwrapping you as though you’re the only gift he wants. the distant hum of the party fades as he fucks you with rough, desperate strokes, your moans swallowed by his mouth, the risk of being caught only making it hotter.

word count — 5.8k

genre — smut, strangers to lovers

[ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ]

mark lee — mark insists on “warming you up” after you come in from the cold, wrapped in fuzzy blankets with cocoa still in your hands. he shifts closer, his touch slow and teasing, until his hands are roaming beneath the blanket, pulling soft gasps from you. before you know it, he has you on your knees for him on the living room carpet, the faint glow of christmas lights and a forgotten movie playing in the background. his low groans mix with the soft sounds of your mouth on him, his fingers tangling in your hair as he whispers just how good you are—his perfect little gift.

word count — 5k

genre — smut

[ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ]

[aestheticanimegirl15]

You want to know someone who would be an absolute menace in the kitchen? No its not Johnny who always is sneaking palmfulls of flour to throw at you or leaving flour marks on your tits or ass. No, it's not Simon who is always hovering around you and manages to stand directly in the way of every counter or ingredient you need. Kyle is actually pretty helpful, handing you what you need or taste testing it in-between wandering touches.

It's Price. Not because of anything that he does but because of what he doesn't do. He just stands there watching every move you make with crossed arms as he smokes a cigar by the only open window in the kitchen. Needless to say, it's irritating. You always tell him that if he is gonna be in the kitchen, the lest he could do is help. But he never dose, he just stands there or sits down at the dining room table like some sort of king and just watches.

Not only does it irritate you, but it's the way that he looks at you that is the real menace of the whole situation. Staring at you like you are a better meal than the one you're preparing. He keeps raking his eyes over you in a way that makes you squirm because you know exactly what he's looking at. It makes you feel like some sort of meek housewife whose only purpose in life is to serve her husband. Which at times doesn't seem like such a bad idea, until it's like this.

The way he just watches you makes a heat bloom in your core, as another one blooms in your cheeks. It makes you squirm as you stir the sizzling vegetables in the cast iron, thighs pressing together underneath the (his) shirt you were wearing. He knows what he's doing too, wearing such a cocky smirk on his lips that makes you not able to decide if you want to smack him or kiss him. But he never acts on the way he's making you feel. Oh no, he waits until after the two of you are done eating.

He knows you won't fight it when he pulls you into his lap once you finish cleaning the table off. The bastard knows how worked up he made you from all his staring. He'll mumble something about desert, and if you actually made one, he'll shake his head

"Not the desert. I'm wanting, sweetheart." He'll reply, and then next thing you know he's got, you splayed out on the kitchen table with his head absolutely buried in your thighs. If it weren't for the fact you just fed him a full meal, you would have thought he was starving with the way he was devouring you, moaning and groaning like he was the one on the receiving end. Mumbling praises about both you and your cooking skills, no matter how good or bad they are. And he won't stop until your conculsing under him while stars dance across your vision. Then you hear the fumbling of a belt buckle and a scrape of a chair across the floor

"Now that I'm full, let's have some fun yea?"

So yea. Out of every one of them, he's the biggest menance, always making sure you're waking up the next day with a sore body and a limp.

[theballadofharkness]

Agatha Harkness VS Salem: The Kittening. Now it’s Purr-sonal

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Agatha Harkness X fem!reader

Summary: When you brings home a stray kitten Agatha can’t say no to those big pleading eyes and pouting lips. What she doesn’t know is that she has met her new mortal enemy, transforming her house in a battleground in which she is fighting for your attention.

Word Count: 9.3K

Warnings: very mild smut warning so as always MDNI xo

A/N: Part 2 is finally done! UPDATE: Part 3 is coming soon. Also if you’d like some drabbles or little oneshots in this universe, I’d be down 💜🪻

The warm glow of candlelight danced across the bedroom walls, casting soft golden hues over the deep violet fabric of the sheets. The scent of lavender and rose lingered in the air- Agatha always insisted on lighting a few enchanted candles before a special occasion, their aroma designed to calm the nerves and set the perfect mood. You stood by the vanity, smoothing your hands down the silk robe Agatha had insisted you wear while getting ready. It was loose, slipping down one shoulder as you considered the dresses laid out across the bed- each one more elegant than the last. You’d been trying to decide for nearly ten minutes, but the weight of Agatha’s gaze made thinking a little difficult. She was perched on the edge of the bed, a glass of dark red wine in hand, watching you with that knowing smirk. Her legs were crossed, her free hand drumming idly against her knee, but her eyes… oh, her eyes were doing something else entirely.

“You do realize, my love,” she drawled, tilting her head slightly, “that we’ll be celebrating our third anniversary at this rate.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes even as a smile tugged at your lips. “It’s your fault. You keep looking at me like that, and I forget what I’m supposed to be doing.”

Agatha chuckled, setting down her glass and rising gracefully from the bed. In an instant, she was behind you, her hands slipping around your waist, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Looking at you how, exactly?” she murmured, voice thick like honey.

A delicious shiver ran down your spine. “Like you’re planning on devouring me.” You breathed

She hummed, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over the silk of your robe. “Maybe I am,” she teased, pressing a lingering kiss just below your ear. “But first, let’s get you dressed.”

You barely had time to form a response before she stepped around you, reaching for the dresses on the bed. She ran her fingers over each one, thoughtful, before finally selecting a deep, elegant number-the kind that clung in all the right places, smooth and rich as velvet. Holding it up, she turned to you, a wicked gleam in her eye.

“This one,” she purred. “I want to see you in this one.”

Your breath hitched. It was bold, refined-something that made you feel as powerful as you did beautiful. Agatha knew exactly what she was doing, of course. She always did.

You hesitated, biting your lip. “You just like seeing me flustered.”

Agatha smirked, stepping forward until there was no space left between you. Her fingers found the silk tie of your robe, toying with it lazily as she tilted her head, eyes dark with amusement. “Mmm. That,” she whispered, voice like velvet, “is an added bonus.”

She leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss, one that left you breathless and clutching at the front of her dress before she pulled away, her expression unbearably smug.

“Well?” she prompted, still twirling the fabric of your robe between her fingers.

Heat rose to your cheeks, but you huffed a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Fine, fine. I’ll wear it.”

Agatha grinned, pressing another quick kiss to your lips before stepping back, hands on her hips. “Good girl.”

The way your stomach flipped at those words was entirely unfair.

You turned quickly, hoping she wouldn’t catch the way your face was now practically glowing, but of course, she saw everything. A deep, satisfied chuckle rumbled from her chest as you made your way toward the changing screen, her gaze burning into your back.

As you disappeared behind it, you heard her sip her wine before purring, “Take your time, sweetheart. I’ll just be right here, picturing the final result.”

You groaned. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you married me,” she quipped.

And you wouldn’t change that for anything.

The moment you stepped out from behind the changing screen, Agatha’s eyes darkened, her gaze raking over you like slow-burning fire.

“Oh, darling,” she purred, setting her wine glass aside as she strode toward you. Her fingers traced the fabric along your waist, her grip firm as she tugged you flush against her. “This was an excellent choice.”

You barely had time to breathe before her lips captured yours, warm and insistent, her hands slipping to your lower back, pulling you in until there wasn’t an inch of space left between you. She kissed you like she had all the time in the world-slow, teasing, with just enough pressure to leave your head spinning.

Your hands found her shoulders, then her jaw, tilting her face to deepen the kiss. Agatha let out a pleased hum against your lips, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck as she backed you toward the bed.

You gasped as the backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, and Agatha took full advantage of the sound, nipping at your lower lip before pressing a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, her breath hot against your skin.

Then-

“Hey, I’m here!” Billy’s voice rang out from downstairs, echoing through the house like a poorly timed curse.

You barely had a second to react before Agatha pulled away with an exaggerated groan, pressing her forehead to your shoulder as if she could physically will the interruption out of existence.

“You have got to be joking,” she muttered, her fingers tightening on your waist.

You bit your lip, torn between laughter and sympathy. “Billy was supposed to come by to watch Salem, remember?”

Agatha exhaled dramatically, lifting her head just enough to give you a look. “Yes, I remember. I just didn’t think he’d be so punctual about it.”

“Agatha,” you chided softly, running your fingers through her hair. “He has a key, and he’s here all the time. It’s not like he broke in.”

Agatha huffed, straightening up with all the reluctance of a cat being forced out of a sunspot. “We are celebrating our wedded bliss, and we’re being interrupted by a babysitter for a cat.”

You chuckled, smoothing your hands over the front of her dress. “He’s only a baby,” you reminded her gently. “He’s not independent like Señor Scratchy.”

Agatha pulled back, narrowing her eyes. “Señor Scratchy is an esteemed companion. A sophisticated creature of the dark arts.” She gestured vaguely toward the door. “That thing? A menace.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “He’s just a tiny kitten.”

“A tiny menace,” she corrected. “Who ruins my fun.” She gestured dramatically toward the door, where Billy’s voice was still carrying from downstairs. “Case in point.”

You pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. “Come on, my love. Let’s go say hi before he thinks we forgot he was coming.”

Agatha exhaled through her nose, still clearly put out by the interruption. But as you took her hand and gave it a squeeze, she sighed in defeat, lacing her fingers with yours.

“Fine,” she relented. “But if that tiny menace scratches my good chair again, I will turn him into a teacup.”

You squeezed her hand again, grinning. “You love him, really.”

Agatha muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like not a chance, but the way she was already guiding you toward the stairs suggested otherwise. Agatha still looked mildly put out as she led you down the stairs, her grip firm around your waist.

Billy, of course, was already making himself at home. He was standing in the living room, holding a tiny, squirming Salem against his chest, his face lit up with excitement. “Awh, look at this little guy! He’s so small.”

Salem let out a tiny, unimpressed meow, wriggling in Billy’s hold before promptly climbing up onto his shoulder like a parrot.

“Whoa. Wow. Y/N, you look beautiful!” Billy smiled when he was able to properly focus his attention on the pair of you.

Before you could so much as say thank you, Agatha’s arm tightened around your waist, tugging you firmly against her side. She leveled Billy with a frown, one eyebrow arching in clear disapproval.

Billy stared at her. Then at you. Then back at her. Finally, with a deadpan expression, he sighed. “Agatha. I’m gay.”

You covered your mouth to stifle a laugh as Agatha’s frown deepened slightly, though she didn’t loosen her grip. Billy just rolled his eyes, adjusting Salem on his shoulder. “And you look pretty too, I guess.”

Agatha scoffed, finally letting you go to cross her arms over her chest. “Took you long enough.”

Billy just smirked, plucking Salem off his shoulder and cradling him in his arms. “So, what’s the plan? Where’s the food for the little prince?”

You smiled, gesturing toward the kitchen. “Help yourself to anything in the fridge. Their food is all prepped and labeled, and their next feed is at seven. Their treats are in the cupboard- just don’t let Salem have too many at once.” You explained. “If anything goes wrong, call me,” you finished.

Billy opened his mouth to respond, but Agatha was already shaking her head as she levelled him with a look so pointed it could have been a hex.“Don’t you dare, Kaplan.”

Billy blinked. Then grinned. “Oh, you know I’m calling her now.”

Agatha groaned, rubbing her temples as you laughed, squeezing her hand. “Billy, don’t tease her.”

Billy just winked. “No promises.” He barely had time to say another word before Agatha was tugging you toward the door, her fingers laced tightly with yours. “Alright, Kaplan, don’t burn the house down,” she called over her shoulder.

Billy snorted. “No promises.”

You shot him an apologetic smile as Agatha practically dragged you outside, her impatience palpable. The moment the front door shut behind you, she exhaled like she’d just escaped some great ordeal. “Finally.”

You giggled as the taxi pulled up, its headlights casting a warm glow against the quiet street. “You act like we were held hostage.”

“I was,” Agatha muttered, opening the door for you before ushering you inside. The moment you slid into the seat, she was right behind you, shutting the door with a little more force than necessary. “By him and that tiny menace.”

The taxi driver barely had a chance to confirm the address before Agatha was on you- her hands smoothing over your thighs, her lips pressing against your neck, her voice a pleased hum against your skin.

“Mmm,” she purred, tilting your chin toward her as the car pulled away from the curb. “Alone at last.”

You laughed softly, though your breath hitched as her fingers traced the hem of your dress. “We’re in a taxi.”

Agatha smirked, completely unbothered, her eyes dark with amusement as she studied your face. “And? Do you really think that’s going to stop me from doting on my perfect, pretty wife?”

Your face warmed instantly. “Agatha,” you whispered, glancing toward the driver.

She just chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth before murmuring against your skin, “What? You’re mine. And you look divine tonight.”

Her lips brushed against your jaw, slow and deliberate, and you had to fight the urge to melt into her right there.

You swallowed, biting back a smile. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you married me,” she quipped, her hands settling on your waist.

~

Your heart fluttered as the taxi continued into the glowing center of Westview, the lights of the city reflecting against the windows. The night had only just begun, and if Agatha was going to make sure you felt completely adored every second of it.

The taxi rolled to a stop in front of the restaurant, its golden glow spilling out onto the cobblestone street. The restaurant was elegant but cozy, with warm lighting flickering through the windows and the soft hum of music drifting through the air.

The moment the car door opened, Agatha was there, offering her hand like some old-world gentleman. “Come, my love,” she murmured, helping you out as if you were royalty.

You couldn’t help but smile as she tucked you into her side, her arm settling possessively around your waist. She pressed a quick kiss to your temple before leading you inside, her fingers tracing soothing patterns against your hip. The moment you stepped through the door, something felt… different. The restaurant was busy, but no one so much as glanced in your direction. In fact, it was as if the entire front room didn’t see you at all.

You glanced up at Agatha, arching a brow. “Did you-?”

“Shhh, darling,” she purred, squeezing your waist. “Just enjoy.”

Before you could press her further, the maître d’-a well-dressed man with a strangely dreamy expression-greeted you both with a bow. “Right this way, Mrs. Harkness,” he said smoothly, already leading you toward the back.

As you entered the back of the restaurant, your breath caught. It was perfect. The lighting was softer here, a warm golden hue casting everything in a romantic glow. The tables that had once been scattered around the space were now gone, leaving only one: a beautifully set table for two, complete with candles and an arrangement of your favorite flowers. The band-previously playing some elegant, generic jazz-began to shift into something softer, something familiar. Your wedding song.

You turned to Agatha, your heart swelling. “Oh Agatha…”

She was already watching you, eyes filled with adoration. “Happy anniversary, my love,” she murmured, brushing a stray curl behind your ear. “Only the best for my beautiful wife.”

Your throat tightened with emotion as she guided you to the table, pulling out your chair like a true gentlewoman. You shook your head, overwhelmed. “You are so extra.”

Agatha just smirked, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand as she sat across from you. “Of course I am,” she teased. “You deserve nothing less.”

The candlelight flickered gently between you, casting Agatha’s sharp features in a golden glow. The soft murmur of the band playing in the background blended seamlessly with the low hum of other diners-though, thanks to Agatha’s little enchantment, it still felt like it was just the two of you in your own private world.

And Agatha?

Agatha was adoring tonight.

She reached across the table, delicately cutting a piece of her dish before lifting it to your lips. “Try this, my love,” she murmured, eyes twinkling with affection.

You blushed but leaned forward, letting her feed you a bite. The rich, savory flavors melted on your tongue, and you hummed in approval. “Mmm. That’s amazing.”

Agatha smirked, clearly pleased with herself. “Told you. I do have exquisite taste.”

You rolled your eyes. “In food, or in wives?”

She tilted her head, feigning deep thought. “Oh, both. But my wife? She’s by far my greatest indulgence.”

Your face burned. “Agatha…”

She chuckled, setting down her fork and simply looking at you, taking you in as if you were the only thing that mattered. “I still remember the first time I saw you,” she mused, swirling her wine. “This radiant little green witch walking into my coven, full of life and magic. You were captivating.”

Your heart swelled. “You mean when I tripped over a candle and almost set the altar cloth on fire?”

Agatha laughed. “Yes, exactly that moment. I took one look at you and thought, mine.”

You shook your head, biting your lip to contain your grin. “You are so dramatic.”

“And you love it.”

She wasn’t wrong.

As the main course arrived, Agatha kept the conversation light and playful, telling you old stories from her centuries of mischief, making you gasp at some of the antics she’d pulled over the years.

“Wait, wait, so you were the reason that Duke guy mysteriously ‘disappeared’ in the 1700’s?” you asked, wide-eyed.

Agatha grinned. “Mm-hmm. Turns out, if you start calling yourself a ‘witch-finder general’, you might just wake up in the middle of the ocean.”

You laughed. “You drowned him?!”

“Oh, no, no. Just dropped him there. He probably swam to shore.” She shrugged. “Or not.”

You shook your head, giggling, but the way she watched you-soft, devoted-made you feel warm all over.

And then, just as you were reaching for your wine-

Your phone rang.

Both of you froze.

Agatha’s head turned slowly toward the source of the interruption, her expression darkening instantly. “No.”

You sighed, glancing at the screen. Billy.

Agatha groaned. “I swear to Hecate, if he is calling to tell us that kitten has done something ‘super adorable’-”

You gave her a look before answering. “Billy? What’s-”

“Y/N, okay, please don’t freak out,” Billy said quickly, “but-uh-Salem, um. Salem threw up. And now he looks really sad and sick and I think he’s scared-”

Your stomach dropped. “Oh, no,” you breathed, already reaching for your bag.

Agatha sighed, rubbing her temples. “For the love of-”

“He’s so little and I don’t know if this is, like, normal baby kitten stuff or if I need to take him to a vet and I swear I didn’t do anything-” he continued his panic fuelled rant.

You don’t even let him finish. “We’re coming home.”

Agatha was seething. The moment you hung up, she slammed her wine glass down with a force that made the candles flicker. “Unbelievable. Absolutely un-fucking-believable.”

You barely heard her- you were already grabbing your bag, heart racing with worry. “We need to go now-”

Agatha shot up from her seat, chair scraping loudly against the floor. “Oh, do we?” she snapped, eyes flashing. “Do we really need to abandon our perfectly romantic, expensive, private anniversary dinner because of that menace?”

You turned to her, wide-eyed. “Agatha, he’s sick-”

“Oh, is he?” she huffed, throwing a few bills onto the table with far too much force. “Or is this just another one of his tiny, kitten-sized schemes to steal more of your attention?”

You groaned, practically dragging her toward the exit. “For Hecate’s sake, Agatha, he’s a baby, not an evil mastermind.”

Agatha scoffed. “Says you.”

~

She was walking fast, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement as she flagged down a taxi with a single, aggressive flick of her wrist. You could feel her magic practically vibrating with frustration, wrapping around you in possessive waves. You climbed into the cab, bouncing your knee anxiously as Agatha slammed the door behind you.

The driver barely had time to ask before Agatha barked, “Home. Now.”

The car lurched forward. Your mind was racing with worst-case scenarios. What if he’s really sick? What if he needs a vet? What if he’s scared and crying and-

You barely noticed Agatha sitting rigidly beside you, arms crossed, jaw clenched so tight it could crack.

She exhaled sharply. “This was supposed to be our night.”

You sighed, squeezing her knee. “I know, love.”

Her frown deepened, but she didn’t pull away. “First, he takes up all your free time,” she grumbled. “Then he steals your affection. And now? Now he’s ruining our anniversary dinner.”

You bit your lip. “You’re not mad at me, are you?”

She let out a long-suffering sigh, finally glancing at you. Her expression softened just a little. “Of course not, sweetheart,” she murmured. “It’s that infernal creature I have a problem with.”

You leaned your head against her shoulder, heart still hammering. “I just need to make sure he’s okay.”

Agatha’s fingers twitched in her lap before, begrudgingly, she rested a hand on your thigh. “I know, darling.”

You knew she wasn’t done grumbling. You knew she would absolutely have more to say about this later. But for now, she let you cling to her, let you worry. And even though she was positively furious at the tiny, four-legged interloper that had stolen so much of your time, she still pressed a kiss to your temple and muttered, “Let’s just get this over with.”

~

The second the taxi pulled up to your house, you barely waited for it to stop before throwing the door open and bolting inside.

“Salem?!” you called, panic still gripping your chest as you rushed through the doorway.

Billy was already there, eyes wide with pure distress. “Y/N, I swear he was acting so off, he threw up, and then he was just sitting there all sad and-”

Before he could finish, a tiny mew sounded from the living room. You turned just in time to see Salem-small, fluffy, and very much alive-perking up and trotting over to you like nothing had happened. His little tail flicked as he reached your feet, looking up at you expectantly with big, innocent eyes.

You blinked. “…Oh,” you breathed, already scooping him up. “Baby, you’re okay…”

From behind you, Agatha let out a slow, lethal exhale.

Billy took one look at her face and immediately backed up. “Okay, I know how this looks, but I promise-”

“Oh, do you?” Agatha hissed, stepping forward with a sharp glare. “Because to me, it looks like my entire anniversary was just hijacked because of that devious little wretch.”

Salem let out a tiny chirp in your arms, rubbing his face against your chin.

Agatha’s scowl deepened.

Billy held up his hands, frantic. “No, no, he was sick! He was all slow and miserable and just staring at me, and I panicked! I didn’t lie- he was acting weird, I swear!”

You bit back a smile, running a soothing hand down Billy’s arm. “It’s okay, Billy,” you reassured softly. “Sometimes, animals eat something that doesn’t agree with them, and they feel off for a bit. It doesn’t mean you did anything wrong.”

Billy still looked hesitant. “…So you’re not mad?”

“Of course not.” You smiled.

Agatha, however, let out a short, bitter laugh. “Well, I’m mad.”

Billy winced. “Yeah, I noticed.”

Agatha crossed her arms, looking at Salem like he was her mortal enemy. “That fiend just ruined our entire night, and now he’s prancing around like he’s innocent-”

Salem purred, curling up in your arms.

Agatha’s eye twitched.

Billy took another cautious step back.

You sighed, pressing a soft kiss to Salem’s head before glancing up at Agatha. “Love, I know you’re mad-”

“Oh, do you?” Agatha cut in, voice dripping with sarcasm.

You wrapped your arms around her. “-but we can still salvage the night.”

Agatha scoffed. “Oh, how? Shall we share a romantic candlelit meal over a pile of cat vomit?”

Billy made a choked noise.

You rolled your eyes, rubbing Salem’s ears. “He’s just a baby, Agatha.”

“He’s a menace,” she corrected.

Billy cleared his throat. “Sooo… does this mean I’m fired as a cat-sitter?”

Agatha snapped her gaze to him. “Oh, without question.”

~

It was still early when you woke up, the morning light spilling lazily through the curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the bed. You barely had time to stretch before warm hands slid over your hips, pulling you back against a familiar, curvy body.

“Mm, morning, darling,” Agatha purred, voice still thick with sleep as she nuzzled into your neck.

You hummed, melting instantly as she pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses to your skin.

Her fingers traced along your thigh, teasing, feather-light. “We never did get to properly celebrate our anniversary, did we?”

Your breath hitched. “No, we-ah-never got the chance.”

Agatha smirked against your shoulder, her lips traveling lower. “Mm. Such a tragedy.”

She rolled you onto your back, slotting herself between your legs with ease. The weight of her, the heat of her- it was intoxicating. Her lips were slow and lazy against yours, like she had all the time in the world to savor you, to tease you, to drive you insane.

“Agatha,” you gasped, already dizzy, already needy.

She chuckled darkly. “What is it, my love? What do you need?”

“You,” you breathed, arching into her touch.

Her pupils darkened. “Oh, sweetheart.” She trailed a hand down your body, ready to make you hers-

And then-

“AH!” Agatha jerked back with a yelp, her hand flying to her leg.

You blinked in confusion until you saw Salem, sitting smugly at the edge of the bed, tail flicking.

Agatha gaped at him in outrage. “Did you just bite me?!”

Salem simply stared. Unbothered. Unapologetic.

Agatha turned her arm, revealing a tiny red mark. She gasped dramatically. “He did that on purpose! Attempted murder!”

You? You lost it.

Laughter bubbled out of you, loud and uncontrollable. You clutched your stomach, barely able to breathe as Agatha sat there, stunned and betrayed.

“This isn’t funny, Y/N!” she squawked. “I was attacked in my own bed!”

You wiped tears from your eyes, still gasping between giggles. “Agatha, he’s a kitten-”

“A kitten with a vendetta!”

Salem chirped and trotted over, climbing right into your arms like nothing had happened.

Agatha glared. “Oh, of course. Of course you run to her.”

You bit your lip, stroking Salem’s fur. “I think someone’s just hungry.”

She huffed. “Oh, well, pardon me for not getting up at the crack of dawn to serve his majesty his breakfast-”

Salem meowed expectantly.

Agatha scoffed. “Unbelievable.”

~

The day had started fine. Agatha had the house to herself-well, herself and Billy, who was currently seated in the living room, focusing on a levitation spell she’d been drilling into him for the past hour. You were off shopping with Lilia, which meant she had no distractions, no interruptions-

Or so she thought.

Because then, of course, there was Salem. Salem, who had spent the morning tearing through the house like a demon. Salem, who had already knocked over a full cup of tea, shredded the edge of one of her books, and was now currently attempting to climb the curtains with his tiny, traitorous claws.

Agatha’s eye twitched.

“That’s it,” she snapped, storming over. She plucked Salem off the curtain before he could bring the entire thing down and marched toward the kitchen. “You- are going in here.”

Salem let out an indignant mew as she placed him gently on the floor and shut the kitchen door.

Billy gawked. “Did you just lock up the cat?”

“Yes,” Agatha deadpanned, storming back into the living room.

Billy gave her a scandalized look. “Oh, come on, he’s a baby.”

“He’s a tyrant,” Agatha corrected, flopping onto the couch with a huff. “I cannot handle that little devil for another second.”

Billy snorted. “Y/N’s gonna kill you.”

Agatha waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, please. She won’t even know.”

And then-

CRASH.

Agatha bolted upright.

Billy froze. “Uh… that didn’t sound good.”

Agatha was already moving, storming into the kitchen, ready to see what destruction that damned cat had caused-

But then she stopped. The kitchen window was open. The little potted plant on the sill had been knocked over, soil spilled everywhere. And Salem? Gone.

Agatha’s stomach dropped.

Billy peered over her shoulder. “Ohhh, shit.”

Agatha’s breath caught. “Oh no. Oh no, no, no-” She rushed forward, peering out the window. Sure enough, there, in the middle of the garden, was Salem. He was sniffing around, completely unbothered, his little tail flicking in the breeze.

Agatha panicked. She hated that cat, but that cat was your baby. And if anything happened to him? If he got lost, if he got hurt-

Oh gods.

She’d never hear the end of it.

Billy? He was already backing away. “Sooo, do I need to go wait outside so I don’t get hit by any flying objects when Y/N gets home?”

Agatha snapped her head to him, wild-eyed. “Shut up and help me catch that cat!”

Billy immediately scrambled after her as she raced outside, her heart pounding as Salem, the little criminal, simply sat in the grass-completely oblivious to the absolute chaos he had just unleashed.

The second Agatha stepped into the garden, Salem locked eyes with her. And in that moment, she swore he knew. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to be out here. He knew that if she didn’t catch him before you got home, her life wouldn’t be worth living. And so, the little bastard did what he did best.

He ran.

“Oh, for the love of-” Agatha lunged, but Salem was fast, scampering across the yard like a tiny, fluffy demon.

Billy doubled over laughing. “Oh my god-”

Agatha whipped her head toward him. “Teen, get your ass over here and HELP ME!”

Billy snorted, but he jogged forward, attempting to corner Salem between the flower beds. “Okay, okay, here, kitty-”

Salem shot between his legs like a bullet.

Billy yelped, nearly face-planting into the grass.

Agatha groaned. “Are you kidding me?!”

Billy spun around, pointing dramatically. “Oh, he’s evil.”

Agatha already knew that.

They spent the next ten minutes chasing him across the yard-diving, reaching, failing as he danced out of their grasp every. single. time.

Agatha, panting, glared. “That’s it. I’m using magic.”

Billy’s eyes widened. “You can’t!”

“Why the hell not?!”

“Because Y/N will know!” Billy pointed wildly toward the house. “You really think she won’t sense if you throw a binding spell on her precious baby?”

Agatha froze.

Shit.

He was right.

You would absolutely sense it if she hexed Salem into submission. And if you got home and realized she had not only lost him but had also used magic on him?

Oh, she was so dead.

Agatha groaned, running a hand through her hair. “Fine. No magic. But we need to get him now-”

And then… the gate creaked. Her blood ran cold. Slowly, she turned. The garden gate was open. Salem was right next to it. And then he bolted.

“SALEM, NO-” Agatha leapt, just missing him as he squeezed through the gap and took off toward the street.

Billy screamed. “AGATHA HE’S ESCAPING-”

Agatha ripped open the gate and ran-barefoot, chasing a fugitive kitten down the street like some kind of madwoman.

Billy raced after her, wheezing. “I’m-gonna-die-”

“NOT BEFORE WE CATCH THAT DAMN CAT!”

Up ahead, Salem scampered toward a tree, tail flicking as he reached the trunk. Agatha saw one chance. She launched herself forward and finally, FINALLY- she caught him. Panting, drenched in sweat, she curled her arms around his tiny, wriggling body, holding him up like some sort of cursed prize.

“Gotcha,” she wheezed.

Billy collapsed onto the grass. “Ohhh, thank god.”

Salem? He just blinked at her. Like he hadn’t just led them on the most stressful chase of her entire existence.

Agatha glared. “You planned that, didn’t you?”

Salem purred.

Agatha hated him.

Billy, still gasping for air, rolled over and checked his phone. His face blanched.“Oh, shit.”

Agatha tensed. “What?”

Billy turned the screen toward her. A text from you.

< The Other Mrs. Harkness: Just leaving the shops! Be home soon! Love you! xx >

Agatha screeched. “WE HAVE TO GET BACK NOW.” She sprinted up the porch steps, Salem squirming in her arms as she kicked the door open. Billy stumbled in behind her, wheezing.

“We-made it-” Billy gasped, nearly collapsing.

Agatha barely heard him. She was too busy staring at the disaster in her arms. Salem was filthy. His tiny paws were caked in mud, his belly streaked with dirt, and his once-fluffy tail was now a twig-covered disaster.

Agatha groaned in horror. “Oh, hell no.”

Billy finally looked up-and snorted. “Shit, look at him-”

“Teenager, if you laugh, I swear to all that is Holy-”

But it was too late. Billy was howling, doubling over as Agatha stood there, a furious, disheveled witch, holding a mud-covered kitten at arm’s length.

“I hate him,” Agatha declared. “I hate this damn cat.”

Salem just blinked at her.

Billy wiped his eyes, still giggling. “Okay, okay-so what now?”

Agatha sighed, already dreading the answer. “We have to wash him.”

Billy froze.

Then, he took a step back. “Ohhhh, no. I like having my skin intact.”

Agatha glared. “So do I, but here we are!”

Billy grimaced, but one look at Salem’s absolute state and he knew they had no choice.

“Fine,” he muttered. “But you’re holding him.”

Agatha rolled her eyes. “Like I trust you not to drop him?”

Billy grumbled under his breath, but followed as Agatha marched to the bathroom, Salem still calmly chilling in her grip. That wouldn’t last. They filled the sink with warm water, and Agatha braced herself before gently lowering Salem in…

Chaos.

The second his paws touched the water, Salem exploded into a frenzy of wriggling, splashing, and absolute betrayal.

Agatha hissed as tiny claws latched onto her arm. Billy yelped, dodging a wave of soapy water as Salem twisted like a feral eel.

“He’s fighting for his LIFE!” Billy screeched.

“SO AM I!”

Salem shrieked, flailing as Agatha tried to scrub the mud from his fur. “Hold still, you little-”

Billy was no help, standing at a safe distance, barely containing his cackles.

“Billy, DO SOMETHING!”

Billy, still wheezing, reluctantly grabbed a tiny washcloth and dabbed at Salem’s ears. Salem responded by kicking him in the hand. He snorted. “Oh, he hates us.”

Agatha gritted her teeth. “I hated him first.”

By the time they finally rinsed the little demon off and wrapped him in a fluffy towel, Agatha was soaked, scratched, and one minor inconvenience away from summoning a hellstorm. Salem? He just snuggled into the towel and purred.

Billy grinned. “Awww. Now he’s all clean and cute again.”

Agatha glared. “Get it away from me.”

Billy giggled, scooping up the bundle of fluff. “C’mon, don’t be mad at him.”

Agatha whirled on him. “If Y/N asks, you played with Salem indoors all day, and he definitely didn’t escape, roll in mud, and nearly give me a damn stroke.”

Billy saluted. “Mum’s the word.”

The moment you stepped through the door, you beamed, setting your bags down and immediately making your way to Agatha. “Hello, my love,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around her waist and pressing yourself against her, breathing her in. You pulled back slightly, your brows furrowing.

“Um… Agatha,” you frowned, taking a step back. “Why are you all sweaty?”

Billy exploded. He doubled over, absolutely howling with laughter, clutching his stomach like he’d been physically struck.

Agatha scowled at him. “Shut it, Billy.”

You blinked at her in confusion. “No, seriously, what were you doing?”

Billy wheezed, barely able to breathe. “Oh my god, this is the best day of my life-”

Agatha shot him a murderous glare before turning back to you, attempting to compose herself. “I was-” she paused, eyes flicking to the still-damp Salem in Billy’s arms. “-exercising.”

Billy shrieked with laughter.

You squinted. “…You hate exercise.”

Agatha huffed. “Well, maybe I decided to start a new routine, ever think of that?”

Billy collapsed onto the couch, breathless. “Agatha, please stop, I can’t breathe-”

Your eyes flicked between them. “…Okay, what is going on?”

Billy snorted again, but Agatha grabbed your wrist, steering you toward the kitchen before you could investigate further.

“Nothing,” she said quickly. “You must be starving, let’s get you a snack-”

Billy cackled behind you. “Yeah, gotta refuel after all that exercise.”

~

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the bedroom. You lay still, curled beneath the covers, your chest tight with a weight you couldn’t explain. Nothing had happened. No nightmare, no bad memory, no reason to feel this way.

And yet… you did.

Anxiety sat heavy in your ribs, buzzing under your skin like static. It was familiar, these waves of unease that came and went with no real trigger. You knew it would pass eventually-it always did-but right now, it clung to you like damp air, thick and suffocating. You barely noticed the way Agatha stirred beside you until you felt her shift, propping herself up on one elbow.

“Morning, my love,” she murmured, voice warm with sleep as she pressed a lazy kiss to your temple.

You managed a soft hum in response, but you didn’t turn to her, still staring blankly at the ceiling.

That was all it took for Agatha to pause.

Her hand, which had begun to trace slow circles along your arm, stilled. She frowned slightly, eyes scanning your face, her sharp mind already picking apart your quietness. “…What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice gentle now.

“Nothing,” you whispered, but it wasn’t convincing.

Agatha was silent for a beat. Then, she nudged at your shoulder until you finally rolled to face her. Her gaze softened as she took in your features- the way your brows were faintly drawn together, the distant look in your eyes, the tension you carried in your jaw. She knew that look. That wasn’t exhaustion. It wasn’t sadness. It was that deep, uneasy feeling that crept into you sometimes, the one you couldn’t shake.

She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, her touch impossibly gentle. “Is it one of those mornings, my love?”

You swallowed, nodding hesitantly. Agatha exhaled, her hand shifting to cradle your face. Her thumb brushed against your cheek, grounding, steady. “Okay,” she murmured simply. “Then we’ll take it slow today.”

No teasing. No urging you to snap out of it. Just quiet understanding. Because she knew that sometimes there wasn’t a reason. Sometimes you just felt off, and all she could do was be there, steady and unwavering, until the tide passed. She pressed a kiss to your forehead and then to the tip of your nose, her lips lingering just long enough to remind you that she’s here.

“Stay right here,” she whispered before slipping out of bed.

You blinked after her. “Where are you going?”

“Making tea,” she said simply. “Then getting the furballs. You need both of your emotional support creatures right now.”

A breath of laughter escaped you, the first one of the morning. She’d get you through this. She always did. Agatha returned a few moments later, a steaming cup of tea in one hand and Señor Scratchy nestled in the other. The rabbit gave a lazy twitch of his nose, entirely unbothered as Agatha carefully set him down beside you.

“There,” she murmured, smoothing back your hair with one hand. “Your oldest emotional support animal, delivered.”

You offered a tiny smile, fingers brushing over Señor Scratchy’s soft fur as he settled in beside you.

Agatha left the room to search for your other little beast, but… no sign of him. No scratching at the furniture. No tiny, smug little face peeking around the corner, waiting to pounce on her the moment she got too comfortable.

After a while of searching, she came back to the bedroom, ready to slide back into bed beside you, ready to pull you close again. But the moment she looked over at you she froze. Because there, already curled up against you, was Salem. Tiny, soft, and warm, his small body was tucked neatly against your side. His head rested just over your ribs, ears twitching slightly as he let out the faintest of purrs. Your fingers idly stroked through his fur, comforted by the steady rhythm of his breathing.

She’d been ready to roll her eyes, ready to shoot some snarky remark about how the little devil was always hogging your attention. But now, watching the way Salem stayed glued to you, offering his own quiet brand of affection- she… couldn’t. Because for once she and the cat were on the same side. Both of them watching over you, making sure you were okay.

Agatha’s lips twitched, just slightly. She reached out, fingertips brushing over your cheek before moving down to run along Salem’s back.

The kitten let out a soft chirp at the contact. Agatha rolled her eyes, but it was fond. “Don’t get used to this, furball,” she muttered, but she didn’t move him.

Instead, she lay back down beside you, arm draped securely around both you and the menace. You sighed softly, melting into the warmth of them both.

And for now that was enough.

~

The coven meeting was already off to a tense start.

Agatha sat at the head of the circle, arms crossed, looking bored as Jen droned on about some new-age magical theory she’d been obsessing over. But-inevitably-the conversation had spiraled into something else. Something snarky.

“So,” Jen mused, idly swirling the wine in her glass, “remind me again how we’re the ones who should be listening to you, Agatha? Last I checked, your leadership skills tend to leave entire covens dead.”

The room froze.

Alice sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Lilia shot Jen a warning look. Billy looked between everyone like he was waiting for a fight to break out. Your stomach tightened.

Agatha, however, barely reacted. She simply leaned back in her chair, a slow, knowing smirk curling over her lips. “Hmm.” She took a sip of her drink, tilting her head. “Well, if you ever want to test my abilities firsthand, I’d be happy to give you a little… demonstration.”

Jen scoffed but said nothing. The tension in the room sizzled. And then suddenly- a sound. A small, delicate trickle of liquid hitting the floor.

Jen frowned. “What the-?” And then she screamed. “OH, MY GODS!”

Every head snapped toward her. She had jumped up from her seat, face twisting in absolute horror- because there, in the very spot she’d been sitting, was Salem. Tiny. Innocent. Tail flicking ever so slightly. And Jen’s dress? Soaked.

Everyone stared.

There was a beat of absolute, stunned silence.

And then Agatha howled with laughter. It was delightful, full-bodied, wicked glee. She clutched her stomach, her head thrown back as pure joy erupted from her like a spell. “Oh-oh, this is brilliant,” she wheezed, swiping at a stray tear. “I-I didn’t even teach him that!”

You pressed your lips together, trying desperately not to laugh yourself. Billy had already lost it. He was howling, nearly tipping over in his chair.

Jen, however, was furious. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” she shrieked, glaring down at the little gremlin who had just ruined her expensive silk dress.

Salem simply blinked up at her. Then, as if to rub it in, he let out a tiny, smug little mew.

Agatha wiped at her eyes, still grinning. “Oh, that’s it. You, my little menace, might actually earn your keep around here.”

You gasped, mocking shock. “Agatha Harkness, are you saying you finally like him?”

Agatha snorted. “I said no such thing.” She smirked, reaching down to scratch behind Salem’s ears. “But I do appreciate a well-timed bit of vengeance.”

Salem purred.

Jen groaned. “I hate this coven.”

Lilia smirked. “Don’t lie.”

And as the conversation carried on, Agatha-without even thinking-scooped Salem into her lap, idly stroking his fur.

You bit your lip.

She was so softening up to him. It only took him peeing on poor Jen.

~

The living room was bathed in the soft glow of the TV, the gentle hum of a movie playing in the background. You were curled up against Agatha, her arm draped lazily over your waist, fingers tracing idle circles against your hip. It was peaceful, warm and perfect. Or at least, it would have been. If not for the relentless meowing from the floor.

You sighed, glancing down to find Salem sitting near the couch, tail flicking, big eyes staring directly at Agatha as he let out another tiny, insistent mew.

Agatha groaned, tilting her head back against the couch dramatically. “Oh, for Hecate’s sake. What do you want now, you tiny beast?”

Salem meowed again.

You giggled. “I think he wants to play.”

Agatha scoffed. “Play? I am not a child, nor am I his personal entertainer.”

You bit your lip, reaching into the side table drawer and pulling out a small, sleek object. “A shame,” you mused, clicking the button and casting a bright red dot onto the floor. “Because I specifically got this for you.”

Your wife eyed the laser pointer with an arched brow.

You grinned. “Come on. Just try it.”

She rolled her eyes but took it from your hand anyway, holding it between her fingers like it was something far beneath her. Then, with a sigh, she flicked the laser across the floor.

Instantly, Salem pounced.

You stifled a giggle as he skittered after the tiny red dot, tail puffed up, eyes wild with determination. Agatha moved it again, this time sending it up the wall, and Salem launched himself upward, scrambling as if he truly believed he could catch it.

You snorted. “Oh baby boy-”

Agatha blinked. And then, to your utter shock, she laughed. A real, genuine, breathless laugh. Not a smirk. Not a scoff. But laughter. “Oh, you absolute fool,” she chuckled, watching as Salem did an entire somersault trying to catch the dot.

You grinned, eyes sparkling as you watched her-really watched her. Her sharp edges were completely softened, her lips curled in pure amusement, her usually cunning eyes filled with something warm. Something fond. And that was when you knew she was gone. Agatha Harkness, powerful, ancient, no-nonsense witch, had been defeated by a kitten.

“You like him,” you teased, leaning into her side.

Agatha sniffed, flicking the laser one last time before shutting it off. “I tolerate him.”

You just smiled. “Mmmhmm.”

She pointed a warning finger at you. “Don’t push it, darling.” But as she tucked the pointer into the table drawer, her free hand absentmindedly reached down- fingertips brushing over Salem’s head in the lightest, quickest little pet like she thought you wouldn’t notice.

You bit your lip to keep from squealing. She liked him.

~

The air in the room was thick with anticipation as you stepped out of the bathroom, draped in the most sinfully delicate lingerie you had ever worn. You knew Agatha would lose all sense of composure the second she laid eyes on you- her wicked little smirk curling, her hands greedy, her voice slipping into that low, hungry rasp that always made you weak in the knees.

You were ready for her.

You sauntered forward, hips swaying, voice a sultry purr. “Agatha…”

No response.

Your smirk twitched. “Aggie?” you tried again, a little firmer.

Still-nothing.

Your brows furrowed. And then you saw her. Sprawled on her stomach on the bed, head propped up on one hand, while the other absentmindedly twirled a ribbon in front of Salem.

You gawked.

Your wife-the woman who, at any given moment, was seconds away from devouring you whole-was completely, entirely ignoring you.

Because she was playing with the cat.

“Agatha!”

Agatha hummed absently, still not looking at you. “One sec, darling. He’s about to-oh, good boy! Get it, little menace, get it-”

A stunned silence filled the air.

Your wife, the woman who once enchanted a maître d’ into giving her a better table just so she could stare at you under candlelight, was not even looking at you.

You, in this.

You clenched your fists. “Agatha.”

“Mm?” She twirled the ribbon again. “I think he’s figured out he can-ooh, yes, baby, pounce!”

Oh.

Oh.

You let out a horrified gasp. “Oh my god.”

At last, her head snapped up, her amused expression melting into mild confusion. “What?”

The moment her gaze landed on you, standing in your little lace ensemble, looking every bit the goddess you were meant to be-her lips parted, appreciation flashing in her eyes. “Oh,” she breathed, shifting slightly. “You look-”

But it was too late.

You threw your hands in the air. “Are you serious?!”

Agatha blinked. “What?”

“What? What?!” You gestured wildly between yourself and Salem, who was now gnawing on the ribbon. “I have been in there for thirty minutes getting all dressed up to seduce you and you didn’t even notice me come out because you were too busy playing with the cat?”

Agatha opened her mouth. Shut it. Opened it again. “…Okay, but-”

Your glare darkened, daring her to finish that sentence. She wisely did not.

Instead, she exhaled heavily, sitting up. “Baby, you do look absolutely ravishing, and I will make it up to you in ways that will-”

You huffed, already turning on your heel. “Nope! You can play with him tonight, because you’re clearly not playing with me.”

Agatha’s eyes widened. “Wait- baby-”

You stormed to the closet, snatching your silk robe and yanking it over your shoulders.

Agatha scrambled off the bed in a panic. “Darling, wait let’s not be hasty-”

But you were already out the door.

Her head turned to the tiny mew that sounded from the bed. Agatha slowly turned her head. Salem, now stretched lazily across the sheets, let out a self-satisfied purr. She glared at him. “You did that on purpose.”

Agatha growled under her breath, then bolted after you, her heartbeat pounding as she practically skidded into the hallway.

She had some serious groveling to do.

“Baby wait listen, my love please-”

You ignored her, storming toward the kitchen with all the regal ferocity of a woman scorned, silk robe billowing behind you. You snatched a bottle of wine from the counter, popping the cork with a little huff. “Hope you and Salem have a wonderful night together,” you muttered as you poured yourself a glass, the irony of this situation not lost on you.

“Oh, come on, love-”

You took a slow sip, not even looking at her. “Don’t you have a ribbon to twirl?”

Agatha winced. She deserved that. Desperate, she softened her voice. “My perfect, stunning, goddess of a wife,” she pleaded, looking up at you with her most pathetic expression, hands resting desperately on your thighs. “My heart, my soul, my reason for breathing-”

You scoffed, turning away. A sharp gasp left your lips as she spun you around, crowding you back against the kitchen counter, her hands bracketing either side of you.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” she murmured, voice low, dangerous.

Your lips parted, but Agatha was already there- pressing forward, her mouth ghosting over your cheek, then your jaw, the scent of her dark perfume flooding your senses.

“You’re angry with me,” she mused, her lips brushing against your ear, making you shudder. “Rightfully so.”

You swallowed. “Damn right I am.” You tugged at a lock of her hair. “You ignored me.”

She whimpered dramatically. “I loathe myself for it.”

You huffed, finally glancing up at her. “You should.”

She hummed. Amused. And then, lightning fast, she gripped your waist, hoisting you up onto the counter, stepping between your legs before you could even blink. Heat pooled in your stomach.

“Tell me, Angel…” She traced a fingertip along your inner thigh, barely ghosting over your skin. “What kind of apology do you require?”

You opened your mouth, but Agatha tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at her. Her dark eyes were molten, hungry, the power thrumming beneath her skin almost overwhelming. You ached for her. And she loved it.

Your fingers twitched in the silk of your robe. “I should make you suffer for this.”

Agatha grinned. “Oh, sweetheart…” She leaned in, her breath hot against your lips. “By all means-try.”

And then she kissed you; hard, deep, claiming you with every ounce of dominance and desperation in her being. You melted. Your fingers clawed into her shirt, dragging her closer, but she tut-tutted, pulling back just enough to tease.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she murmured, lips brushing yours. “Not so fast.”

You whined. “Agatha-”

She smirked. “What’s wrong, my love?” Her hands tightened on your waist, keeping you firmly in place. “You were so eager to walk away just a minute ago.”

Your breath hitched. Damn her and her smug, sinful mouth. “Are you going to make it up to me, or just tease?”

Agatha growled. And then she bit your lip. You gasped, and she devoured the sound, her kiss turning filthy-all tongue and teeth and raw, desperate possession. Your head spun. She pulled back, her thumb tracing the damp swell of your lips.

“Let’s get one thing straight, darling,” she murmured, eyes blazing. “I own you.”

You whimpered.

Her smirk was wicked. “That’s what I should’ve been paying attention to.” She squeezed your hips, dragging you flush against her. “My wife, my perfect, beautiful, insatiable wife-”

She kissed your throat, smirking against your skin when your pulse stuttered. “You want my attention?” she murmured, biting down.

You moaned.

She grinned. “Oh, sweetheart,” she purred. “You have it.”

And then she took you.

~

The coven was rowdy tonight.

Lilia was yelling at Alice about something to do with the rules, Jen was already two drinks in, and you were curled up in Agatha’s lap because, apparently, sitting in your own chair was unacceptable when you had a perfectly good wife to perch on. Not that she was complaining.

But the chaos truly began when Salem decided that game pieces were his mortal enemies. It started with a single, mischievous paw batting at a game piece. Then another. Then total chaos. Lilia yelped when Salem launched himself across the board, sending dice and cards flying.

“Oh, for God’s sake-Salem, you little goblin!” she huffed, scooping the kitten up before he could pounce again. “You menace! I swear-”

“Excuse me.” Agatha’s voice was sharp.

Lilia froze. The entire room went silent. All eyes snapped to Agatha, who was now glaring at Lilia like she’d personally offended her.

“Show some respect to my cat.”

Silence.

Utter, shocked, jaw-dropping silence.

“Holy shit,” Jen breathed, eyes wide.

Alice, meanwhile, looked far too smug. With an almost ceremonial flourish, she held out her hand, palm up. Jen groaned, digging into her pocket before slapping a crisp twenty-dollar bill into Alice’s palm.

“I told you she’d come around,” Alice said, grinning.

“You gambled on this?” Agatha huffed, unimpressed.

Alice grinned. “We knew it was only a matter of time.”

Lilia, still holding Salem, just stared at Agatha in disbelief. “You hate this cat.”

Agatha huffed, reaching over to pluck Salem from Lilia’s arms and pull him into her lap. “I tolerate him.”

Salem immediately curled up, purring against Agatha’s chest. Your heart melted.

“She loves him,” Billy gasped.

“I do not-”

“You so do!”

Agatha groaned, running a hand down her face. But she didn’t push Salem off. She even gave him a little scratch behind the ears. And that was all the proof they needed that your wife had officially been defeated and your precious little kitten had won.

~

The second the coven left, you pounced. Agatha barely had time to react before you tackled her onto the couch, straddling her waist and capturing her lips in a long, deep kiss. She hummed in approval, hands settling on your hips, gripping you firmly. But when you pulled back, you had a mischievous glint in your eye.

“Say it.”

Agatha blinked. “Say what, darling?”

You smirked. “Say you love him.”

Agatha groaned, letting her head fall back against the cushions. “Oh, for the love of-”

“Ah, ah, ah,” you interrupted, leaning down to kiss along her jaw. “No deflecting, Mrs. Harkness.”

She huffed, tilting her head to give you better access-because, despite her grumbling, she was still weak for your kisses. “I tolerate him.”

You giggled, trailing kisses down her neck. “Say it properly.”

“No.”

More kisses. More sly little touches. Agatha’s fingers tightened on your waist.

“You love him,” you purred against her skin. “I know you do.”

Agatha sighed-long and dramatic, as if she were suffering some great inconvenience. “Fine,” she muttered. “I love the damn cat.”

You squealed in victory, throwing your arms around her neck and kissing her again, all grinning lips and giddy little noises. And despite everything, Agatha laughed. A soft, warm, genuine laugh, as she held you tight against her.

She rolled you over, pinning you beneath her, her blue eyes glinting. “You’re impossible,” she murmured.

You just grinned. “And yet you love me.”

Agatha sighed dramatically. “Yes,” she admitted, brushing her nose against yours. “I really do.”

Bonus Agatha and Salem:

[lil-munch]

*Holding this character analysis with my two hands*

This... this is beautiful...

WHAT UNDERTALE HUMAN SOUL WOULD THEY HAVE?

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

exception(al) | sunday hsr

𖤓 tags ; afab + gn!reader, established relationship, established d/s dynamic (implied to be 24/7), extremely submissive!reader, soft dom!sunday, shoe humping, oral (m!recieving), cock worship, deep throating, lots of praise / pet names, thumb sucking, cum swallowing 18+

𖤓 wc ; 2.2k

𖤓 a/n ; if you care abt me you won't say a word about this post. okay. alright. takes place in this universe, but not required reading.

𖤓 synopsis ; he'd give you anything you ask for. his one love. his only exception.

If Sunday could use one word to describe you, he would pick the plainest option: obedient.

You're other things. Loyal, desperate, beautiful, adoring. There are other words more well-fitted to your character and better words to describe the way you look through his lens. Ethereal. Charming. Provocative

But above all else, if Sunday had to sum up all of your parts he'd choose to put your obedience on the pedestal it deserves to stand on.

Obedience like yours can't be bought with fear, can't even be bought with manipulation. You have to get lucky to find someone so perfectly, unflinchingly obedient in the same way you are.

The leash Sunday keeps you on, intentionally tight, never appears that way on your throat.

That is to say: you bear the suffocation of Sunday's affection so well, a lesser person would be at risk for taking you for granted.

Not Sunday. Never him, of course. No one knows better how much you deserved to be cherished then him. That's how the cycle between you always goes. You live at his beck and call— his mercy. You're obedient with his whims and patient with his insecurities. Eventually, after some time passes, he'll praise and reward your efforts.

(The truth is, Sunday is always one difficult day away from spoiling you. Showering you in his affection after the thread-bare strands of his patience snap is his idea of letting go. There's few things more precious than how doe-eyed you get when he does.

But, a good owner knows to raise loyal pets - you must let them work towards rewards. He refrains for your sake. Always for your sake.)

Sunday always asks you what you want as a reward. Your requests are usually innocuous. Prey-like innocence in your eyes as you fiddle with the ends of his coat and ask for things like a date together or a bath or matching rings.

Sunday sometimes wants to tell you that's not the sort of thing you really need to beg him for. Sunday wants to tell you everything in his order is also yours.

He is yours, just like you're his. Mind, body, soul—devoured heart and all.

(Later, when Aeons abandon Sunday, he will find contentment in the fact you still belong to him. Even falling through Dreams or chained to hell. Still his. )

He doubts he ever will. He will continue along with rewarding you ask. Anything you want, you can earn.

It's rare you ask him for anything sexual so overtly. You do often beg to touch him and it's rare that Sunday lets you. He doesn't like to indulge too often, lest he lose the control that binds him so tightly.

Your latest request is half surprising. The desire to pleasure him being predictable and your bashful request to rub yourself against the toe of his dress shoes being the surprise.

He could tell at the time that it took all of your courage to ask. Clenched fists at the knees, gaze cast down instead of looking into his eyes, fidgety and uncertain.

It's an easy desire to fulfill and Sunday is, by all means, a loving master. If you want it, he'll will it by any means.

"Are you sure this is what you want, my heart?"

The affection bleeds into his voice as he cast his gaze at you. Bent down on your knees, naked from the neck down with the exception of a heather-blue collar with golden embellishments. You flicker your eyes up to him after he speaks to you, but don't talk.

"You may speak," He hums. He places a hand on your head, reaching down to pet your cheek and scratch under your chin. You preen under the silent doting. "It's your reward today, remember?"

"It's important to mind the rules no matter what."

He thinks about bending down and kissing you with a hand on your throat but keeps his composure. Instead, he pats your head and offers a smile. "That's right. Very clever, my dove."

You're elated just hearing it, staring at him. Pure need paints your expression, eyes wet as you squirm naked underneath him. He meets your look patiently, expectantly.

"Use your words."

"My reward," You swallow thickly. "Is it okay if I have?"

"Of course," He appeases your anxiety with a hand cupping your chin, thumb running your lower lip. "Do as you please."

You always wear your heart on your sleeve but it's times like this he finds it most impactful. Excitement radiates off of you in waves, shaky hands fumbling with his slacks. Your fingers are shaking as you unzip them slowly. Each step you take to get him undressed, you look up at him and wait for him to nod. Always obedient.

You get him partially undressed, each step slow - before you permit yourself to pull the rest of his clothes down. His cock springs free from fabric confines as you tuck the band underneath it. He hitches a breath trying not to lose his composure.

"You're hard," You observe in awe. He laughs breathlessly.

"Of course," He tells you staring down at where his cock cast shadow over your face. "It's you, after all."

The praise makes you wide-eyed. You mutter some kind of thank you that he smiles at gently. He can't help but be entertained by how you assess him. You've seen it before, a few times - yet you're awestruck. Every movement is tentative despite all of his encouragement. You mostly stare at it.

"It's alright. Take what you want." Sunday tells you, like it's some sort of gift. You treat it as such.

He feels his stomach tighten as soon as your hands fist the shaft of his cock. You frown a little. "It's really okay?"

"Yes," He hums, suddenly feeling aware of every nerve in his body. Spurred by his approval, Sunday merely watches you. He's fascinated, in his own right.

You're shaking with want by the time you move to do anything.

You stick your tongue out of your mouth tentatively, eyes transfixed on the tip so eagerly it makes his chest feel tight. Sunday is more familiar than most with desperation, but yours he knows like the back of his hand.

And Aeons, don't you look so desperate? The warm wet slide of your tongue is messy as you run it from base to tip, spitting gathered saliva on the tip with each go. It's clumsy, too desperate to count as a kitten lick and too practiced to count as virginal. It falls somewhere in between, like watching desire mix with your perfectionism.

He adjusts himself slightly. He tugs on the leash in your hand to pull your closer until you're wrapped around his leg, cock pressed against your cheek as he pushes you down by the shoulder. You squeak suddenly at the sensation, too enraptured with his cock to remember the other half of your request.

"I won't help you," He hums, teases - something he rarely does. You nod, not expecting it. You never are and it endears him.

There's parts of him that couldn't understand that this is what you wanted. You begged him for it but it felt unfathomable before now.

Your longing for his cock down your throat, in your mouth is so obvious it makes him waver. It's not something he gets used to. You slide your tongue all over his cock, drool giving your skin shine as you wet it over and over not even taking it in your mouth. Just spitting and licking like you're trying to remember every inch with your mouth and burn it into your memory.

Blissed out with your eyes nearly lidded shut, he can feel you rut your soft cunt over the point of his dress shoes over and over all the while.

It's interesting to affirm all the ways you feel pleasure. Sunday knows you let to put something in your mouth. He's fond of the habit - opts for cum soaked gloves or his own tongue to fulfill the urge for you.

This is an extension of your baser desire. Still, still - you do it with remarkable enthusiasm. It would almost feel torturous if you weren't so thorough. You remember points of pleasure on his cock. Along the veins, underneath the glans.

When the arousal starts to floor his system, you dip your tongue messily into the tip - precum staining your saliva with a pale white.

It moves you further along. You open your mouth up all the way, staring as you hollow your cheeks around the shaft of his cock with impressive ease. Fluttering your eyes shut, you hold onto his thigh and ease yourself as far down as you can go.

Your throat is wet and wanting for him. Over eager even with all the patience you try to demonstrate.

A thought passes by him as he watches you do it so expertly. The warm, slick cavern of your mouth accommodates him perfectly. No teeth, just throat and spit and drool. The corners of your lips flood with saliva as you take his cock in, breathing through your nose.

"Have you been practicing? To do this?"

You jolt, suddenly embarrassed. But you don't move to pull yourself off of his cock. Instead you stay for several moments, stretched throat - nose pressed into the thin hair above his cock and breathe him, humping his dress shoes like you're in heat. When you look up, he gets the confirmation he wants.

He's impossible endeared by you.

There's something strange in that it seems you relax after making it down. Heat stricken, swallowing his cock, chasing animalistic pleasure - truly content as your whole body begins breaking out in an aroused shudder. He can feel your chest against his leg, hardened nipples evidence of your arousal. Your wetness shines his shoe till it's reflective.

When you find you can no longer hold it and breathe, you pull back - a filthy slurping noise resulting. The tip sits on your tongue afterwards as you hum. It's lewd and filthy, not something he thought he'd be so interested in.

But it's you, after all.

Sunday admires you. How wrecked and lustful you look. How excited you are from something like this. An extension of your loyalty to him, down to bone.

He'd underestimated you, somehow. His mistake. When you pull off, before you go back down - he hooks his thumb into his cheek. His voice is thick with desire. The arousal is painful in his stomach as it ties in knots, cock twitching at the sight of your spit-soaked face.

"What do you want?"

You look at him confused before something seems to cross your mind. He encourages you. "Tell me,"

"Cum down my throat," You offer, debauched beyond his understanding. "Please."

Fuck. He takes in a breath.

"If it pleases you, dove," He says, then pets you affection as you go to deep throat him again. He decides to praise you. He can't think of anyone who would deny how sincerely you've earned it. "It feels good. You're thoughtful, hm? I'll return the favor ten fold after, like always."

You make a strangled noise as his cock hits the back of your throat again faster. You're sucking hard this time, quicker - your hand massaging his balls as you do. You hold his gaze the entire time even when you gasp for air, nose running. You're still perfect somehow, doe-eyed and innocent to him despite yourself.

"You're beautiful," He tells you and means it more than anything. Means it as you swallow and suck on his cock like it's everything you could ask for, means it as you hump against his shoes and stare up at him with crushing reverence.

Beautiful, perfect, the sweetest thing he's ever felt in his life. His most obedient possession. His from top to bottom, skin and bone and mind and body. Everything in Sundays possession - wholly his.

He pets your cheek as you move back and forth slowly, doing it properly. Bobbing your head back and forth, slow and smooth and deep with each motion until you feel comfortable enough to go rhythmically without gagging in excess.

You suck with such fervor he's inclined to believe you feel more pleasure than he does. Muffled whimpers and whines as you chase your own high. Sloppy at both ends.

Sunday lets himself slip. He moans - moans your name, soft and sweet and watches your whole body go alight at the reaction.

He can feel you cum before he can see it, the wet pulse of it and the sound of your high pitched whine.

It makes you cum, hearing Sunday express that. So he lets go, just for you, like always and watches tears fill the corner of your eyes like it's the happiest you could be.

Obedient thing you are, so tender - sweeter than all things in the world. Sweeter than a a dream. The thought makes his body lurch. His hips thrust this time and you let him with ease, shaking as Sunday lets himself fuck your throat a little harder.

"Gonna cum for you, sweet thing," He says, holding you close as he bottoms out again. He puts a hand on the back of your neck to hold you steady.

Sunday groans, shudders as an orgasm rips through him something irreparable. He cums hard, and you swallow all of it like it's easy despite how far he is down your throat.

He stays like that, catching his breath until he's ready to pull off. A long thick trail of saliva follows, drool dripping down against the hotel room floor as you leave your mouth open to show you swallowed it all.

Your expression morphs into fucked out pleasure, voice hoarse as you smile. "Thank you,"

You're his exception, Sunday thinks. If he's to deviate from structure, order, routine - it'd be only for you. He wipes the spit from your chin as he bends down to kiss your forehead.

"You made me feel good and did exceptionally well," He murmurs, soft and sweet. You melt under the touch, under the praise. "I love you,"

You smile happily. "Me too. I love you,"

"Now get up," He says, stroking your skin. "My turn, hm"

[rosy-hollow]

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If you ranked Sukuna Ryomen on a list of the classiest men alive, he’d be dead last.

You knew that when you started dating him. Hell, you’d been together for two years now, so if his lack of finesse bothered you, you wouldn’t have stuck around this long.

Which is why you weren’t even surprised when, in the middle of some random conversation, he just told you that you’d be going to senior prom together—like it was already a given. No asking, no buildup, just a casual declaration.

Because in his mind?

It was a given.

It was just a stupid dance, anyway. No need to make a big deal out of it.

Right?

God, he was so wrong.

Now, standing outside your door, waiting to pick you up, Sukuna feels something entirely foreign settle in his chest.

Nerves.

It’s almost pathetic, how anxious he is. Not even during high-pressure games does his heart race like this. At least then, he’s in his element.

This? This is uncharted territory.

Loving someone—hell, even dating someone—always seemed like something that happened in theory. Something that happened to other people.

But he didn’t just love someone.

He was in love with you.

So utterly and completely in love that the very idea of being without you makes him feel like a dead man walking.

You, with your pretty face and knowing smiles. The way your laugh makes his heart do annoying things. Your witty comebacks, your sharp tongue.

You make him feel alive.

And ironically, the second the door swings open—his heart stops.

You are breathtaking.

To be fair, you always are, but—god.

"Holy shit."

He doesn’t even realize he’s said it aloud until you giggle, stepping forward and shutting the door behind you.

Sukuna suddenly feels very grateful you insisted on matching outfits, because with the way you look right now—he’d be damned if you looked like anything but his.

Just the thought makes his feel strange - a good strange - inside.

You’re his.

And he’s yours.

“I… wow,” he mutters gruffly.

You hum, stepping closer, tilting your head in amusement. Teasing him.

“Is that a good ‘wow’ or a bad ‘wow,’ ‘Kuna?”

A large, warm palm finds the small of your back, pulling you in, his lips brushing over yours.

“Definitely good,” he murmurs, before pressing his lips against yours—the first of many tonight.

Some might call you a miracle worker for convincing Sukuna to actually drive to the venue. Because if he had it his way? You’d be heading straight back to his place, where he could have you all to himself.

It’s cute, honestly. The way he grips the steering wheel like it’s the only thing stopping him from devouring you whole. Like if he so much as looks at you for too long, he’ll lose whatever shred of self-control he has left.

You, on the other hand, have no such limitations, happily being the passenger royalty you are.

So you drink him in—the way the streetlights cast shadows across his sharp features, how insanely handsome he looks in his suit.

You were just as whipped as he was.

Just... better at hiding it.

When you arrive, the entrance is already packed with familiar faces, student IDs in hand, waiting to be let in.

Sukuna steps out first, then, to your delight, makes his way around the car to open your door for you.

You giggle at his rare act of chivalry, taking his outstretched hand.

Inside, the venue is stunning—twinkling lights, lavish décor. You definitely have to congratulate your friend on the prom committee for a job well done.

Sukuna, however, could not give less of a shit.

Because while you’re admiring the decorations, he’s admiring you.

The soft, awed expression on your face is worth more than any stupid floral arrangement.

When you glance back at him, his eyes are warm—softer than they ever are in public.

You smile, leaning in to kiss him again, and he happily obliges, though it takes everything in him not to pull you flush against him and forget the whole damn dance.

When you pull away though, there’s a mischievous glint in your eye.

Oh no.

“‘Kuna~?” you draw out, sing-song.

He groans. He’s screwed.

“Will you dance with me?”

Sukuna just stares at you blankly.

“Fuck no.”

“Pleeeeease?”

Oh, fuck you and your stupid puppy eyes and your perfect face and your perfect everything—he can’t say no to you.

And that’s how he finds himself standing in the middle of the dance floor, awkwardly shuffling while you happily bop along to the music, grinning like this is the best night of your life.

It goes on like this for a while—your poor, hulking boyfriend completely out of his element, staying only because he loves you.

Then—suddenly—the music shifts.

The bass-heavy beats fade, replaced with something slower, softer.

Sukuna’s eyes widen slightly as yours light up.

You step toward him, all soft smiles and adoration.

You bow teasingly. “May I have this dance?”

Sukuna clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes. But there’s no real bite. “Ain’t I the one who’s supposed'ta ask ya that?”

You hum as he tugs you closer, his arms encircling your waist, your own draping around his neck. “Maybe… but I like to keep you on your toes.”

He lets out a rare, genuine laugh before kissing you again—deep, slow, tender.

He rests his forehead against yours, voice lower now, softer.

“That you do.”

Your eyes shine, drinking in the way he looks at you.

“And unfortunately for you,” you tease gently, “I always will.”

Sukuna snorts.

“You’re a little shit.”

But you both know he doesn’t mean it.

A/N: AHHHHHHHHHH (that's it, that's all I have to say)