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noxiwrites · 2 years

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Missed you ; Karl Jacobs

Summary; in which you participate in one of Jimmy’s 100 days challenges and Karl misses you just a little too much.

Warnings; smut, oralfem!receiving, cum pushing, fingering.

Half a million dollars seemed like a good idea 50 days ago. You’d jumped at the chance to try win it when Jimmy asked you if you wanted to be the focus of his newest video idea; survive in a house inside a circle for 100 days on your own.

With the exception of him and the guys coming to fuck your shit up every once in a while.

The last time they had visited was around a week ago; when Jimmy brought a marching band to play outside all night. All. Night.

It was safe to say you were going slightly insane. You’d just passed the half way point today; and you celebrated by sleeping and planting some more flowers in the small garden you had dug out in the front of the circle.

But now it was nighttime, and you couldn’t sleep. It was hot; and despite the house having running electricity you didn’t have the pleasure of having aircon.

So you couldn’t sleep.

Not to mention you’d seen a spider somewhere an hour earlier- so you didn’t want to sleep.

You finally decide to get a glass of water, picking yourself up off the bed and padding through to the kitchen/living room area.

You grab a glass, holding it under the tap and getting some water. Not the best, but still water.

You’re leaning against the counter, eyeing your food stock when you hear the door creak. A head pops round and you’re really surprised to see it’s your boyfriend, Karl.

He was the main maniac of the group when it came to causing problems for you during the 100 days.

He grins at you, closing the door behind him and almost bounding towards you. There’s barely time for you to place your glass on the side before he’s wrapping you in a tight hug, lips finding your own.

He holds the kiss before pulling back a centimetre, whispering “missed you.” On your lips.

You’re wondering how he got permission from Jimmy to come see you- because Jimmy said he wasn’t allowed to, per the challenge of you spending the 100 days alone- when you realise he probably didn’t.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” You quirk an eyebrow up at him and he grins again, pressing a chaste kiss to your exposed collar bone.

“Don’t care. Missed you.”

You laugh, gasping shortly afterward when he bites down on your neck, hands snaking around your waist.

Ah. That’s why he’s here.

You rest your arms around his neck, sighing as he continues to bite and suck your neck, his hands sneaking up the back of your (his) shirt.

“Karl, I’ve missed you too but I’m not losing my half a million because you want your dick wetting.”

You feel him smile against your neck, hands grasping your waist as he lifts you up onto the island and he falls between your legs, looking up at you.

“Jim won’t even notice, trust me sweetheart.”

Your stomach flutters at the name; he knows you love it, makes you weak in the knees.

You’re both watching as he traces circles on your thighs, and you don’t stop him as the slide further up to the bottom of your shirt to push it upwards.

“Let me touch you, please,” he almost begs, and it’s now that you can see the outline of him in his pants; pyjama ones. He was that desperate.

You slowly nod your head and he doesn’t hesitate to reach up and grasp your shorts, pulling them down as you slightly lift your hips to help him. He chucks them somewhere in the room, hands straight back on your and feeling you through your underwear.

You sigh, hips pushing forward to try meet his hand a little more. He chuckles, wasting no time pushing your panties to the side and diving in.

You’re feeling it all at once; and you realise you’re probably just as desperate if not more. He kisses you before pushing two fingers in, slowly moving down to kneel so he’s eye level with your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me. All this time I’ve not touched you, bet you’re so desperate huh?” He groans, and you moan particularly loud as his tongue makes its way between your folds.

You’re already close- an affect of not being touched by him for so long, and you thread one of your hands into his hair, gasping as he curls his fingers inside you.

“Come on pretty girl, come for me. Know you want to.” You moan again, scared you won’t have the words to respond, tugging his hair so you can have his face close. Again, you feel him smile into you as he adds another finger, stretching you out.

His free hand reaches up and tugs at your shirt, a sign for you to take it off and you do so. The moment it’s gone he grabs your boob, twisting and pinching the nipple and it’s all it takes for you; a chorus of ‘oh fuck’ and ‘I’m cumming’ spilling out of your mouth.

He works you through it, finger fucking you faster than ever before you eventually shy away, post orgasm haze causing overstimulation.

Karl detaches himself from you, slowly pulling his fingers out and holding them to your mouth for you to clean. You do so, watching in awe as he pushes his pants down his legs and you see the wet patch on his boxers. He frees himself and rubs his tip through your folds.

“Tried to get myself off, didn’t work. Needed my pussy.”

You smile, hand coming up to the side of his face.

“I’ve missed you too Karl.” The moment is sweet and he takes a second to kiss you before pushing in, both of you sharing a breath and moan at how good it feels. You’ve not had this for a month and now you realise that you’ve missed it. A lot.

Karl too.

He gives you a second to adjust before he’s setting a ruthless pace, hands gripping your hips to stop you from sliding all over the counter.

“Not gonna last long, god I’ve missed you so much,” he whines and you nod your head, feeling the exact same. His head falls into the crook of your neck and he’s whispering sweet nothings to you as he fucks you like he’s not gonna see you ever again.

“God, Karl, M’close.” You cry out, grasping the back of his head with all you’ve got as he pushes into you harder and faster.

You clench around him, almost finished when he curses and you feel him release, yet he keeps fucking into you throughout.

“Cum for me princess, do it.” He bites on your earlobe and you let go, crying out his name as he’s shooting the last of his cum into you and gradually slowing his thrusts.

You both take a moment to calm down as Karl is still inside you, twitching and chest heaving along with your own.

“I fucking love you, Jesus Christ.” He pulls away from you, watching as a mixture of yours and his cum seeps out of you. He pushes it back in, placing your underwear back where it belongs and pulling you off the counter.

You wrap your arms around him, hugging him for the next few weeks before he pulls you into his side and begins guiding you towards the bedroom. You both collapse into the bed, jumbling yourselves together like you always do when you sleep.

“You have to go before Jimmy finds you.” You tell him, head on his chest.

He giggles, arm pulling you impossibly closer.

“We’re not done, and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

#karl jacobs #Karl #karl x reader #smut #dmspsmut #mcytsmut #Karl smut #KarlJacobs smut #x reader #dmsp #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #mcytumblr #mcyt x reader

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angy-mouse · 2 years

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How to Become A Puck Bunny Masterlist

Interacting with this post without an age indicator clear on your page will result in an immediate block

Chapter One (nsfw, Sapnap, Sam, Punz)

Chapter Two (nsfw, Sapnap, Sam, Punz)

Chapter Three (sfw, Punz)

Chapter Four (sfw, Sapnap)

Chapter Five (sfw, Awesamdude)

Chapter Six (Finale)

#masterlist #angymouse #mcytsmut #sapsqueaks #awesamsqueaks #punnysqueaks #mcyt smut

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redstoneglitch · 1 year

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Explicit content in MCYT circles

Myself, and some others, have come to the conclusion that we should be using some sort of tagging system for explicit content. This would let people filter explicit content easier, as well as give people the option to search for it.

The overarching #mcyt___ tag would be a must, so people can filter it out without having to go through each and every smp tag. Once a convention is formed, I'll make a masterpost with those tags.

If you are a minor, or do not want to see this content in any way, please don't interact with this post, or any of my posts. Go to this link: https://www.tumblr.com/settings/account and filter the tags listed below. On your way out, feel free to block me.

#mcytsex #mcytnsfw #mcytsmut #explicitmcyt

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weaselishmcdiesel · 2 years

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NEVERMIND IT'S FINE I GOT MCYTSMUT I DONT NEED YAOI ANYMORE

#weasel speaks

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pha5ed · 3 years

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Rough sex with c!Techno || headcanons

His main kinks are size difference, dacryphilia, overestimation, and humiliation

Loves watching you struggle to take all of him

How your eyes water cause of how much he stretches you out

How you claw at his shoulders to keep him still, so he doesn't break you

Likes towering over you as well, completely covering you like a blanket

You're so weak and small under him, slight predator-prey relationship

It turns him on so much, he can last so many rounds

Each round he likes trying a new position, just to see which makes you cum faster

It's like he's competing with himself, trying to see what his quickest time of making you cum is

Makes you cum so many times you're crying from pleasure and how sensitive you are

He makes fun of you for it as well

“Aww, you're crying already? Come on, you can go another round. Can't you, princess?”

Keeps going until you're sobbing, a complete babbling mess under him

If he's feeling extra mean and you squirt or get cum in his thighs or stomach, he grabs your hair and forces you go lick him clean

When he's tired of thrusting he just eats you out

Likes it sloppy

Gets your juices all over his face and your thighs so he can lick it clean

If you suck his dick it's equally sloppy as well

Slaps your face with his cock 100%

Likes how weak and desperate you look with his thick dick in your face

Cum and drooling mixing together on the corners of your mouth

Throat fucks you and cums down your throat

If any of it falls out he rolls his eyes and starts complaining about how he HAS to do it again

It will be a long while till he's completely done

#t3chn0 #techno smut #technoblade smut #tw dacryphilia #tw overstimulation #tw humiliation #tw degradation #tw size kink #tw size difference #dsmpsmut #mcytsmut

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oraangeclouud · 3 years

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Hello!! Could you write Karl Jacobs + dumbification kink please?

Karl Jacobs + fem reader ♥

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yes of course babes!! here it is!!

also since it's been a few days already I used a writing I already had written the same day I got ur request!! so here it is and I hope you enjoy!!♥

contains:: swearing,, edging,, praises 👏,, some good girls here and there 😳♥

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"F-Fuck, Karl please--"

you gasped out for air as Karl kept moving his fingers over your clit, again and again. You were about to come again for the 4th time, and trying to be quiet and discreet wasn't working so well, and he wasn't making it any easier.

he would go over in circles, and went around it in hearts. Yet this time he started going slower, You whined and threw you fists on the bed. "Please Karl, Please! Im begging you please, Continue!! I want nothing more than for you to keep-" you stop mid sentence,, flustered. As if what you two were currently doing wasn't embarrassing enough.

"Good girl...Aww, my baby..." He said as your whimpers and whines were starting to get a little louder. You closed your eyes and faced the ceiling. Out of nowhere he stopped, and heard him moving around, thats where you felt a few pecks in between your thighs, and a very warm liquid on your clit. He started off slowly but softly licking up and down, a circle and now suddenly his tounges an acrobat :)

you could feel your rise coming again and a lot faster than before. Then he slipped a finger in, then another after, and continued to slowly pump fingers in and out of your abused cunt.

karl licked along your folds before pulling away to take a deep breathe and peppered kisses on your thighs. rubbing your thighs and using so much energy on her fingers and tongue,, you were surprised he wasnt breathing like a dog at this point.

"karl,, i-im so close ple-ase please im gonna cu-m again, please..please give it to m-me"

it was getting harder than before for you to talk in full sentences, so now they just sounded like incoherent babbling and moans.

you felt the bed move again and karl had picked you up and put you on his lap. his hard-on twitched in between your folds, his boxers between it getting wet.

he moved your ass up and took his cock out of the hole in his boxers, and placed you back where you here originally. when you did you fell into his chest. he was taking care of you so nicely, so you left him kisses on his collar bone.

"Want me to when he realized he gifted kisses on your head, and inserted his cock inside you.

"...Hmm..mmmhmm"

You moaned and groaned. after a bit he asked

"Princess, do you want me to move now..?"

You nodded with a breathy "yes please" after. he placed a kiss on your forehead, he started to move, at first he started slow but he went fast. really fast. and ohmyfuckinggodddd--

hitting all and every amazing place, again and again and it felt so good. karl hit at your prostate and you felt that tight feeling in your stomach come undone as the cum came out. he came not long after you on your stomach.

he rubbed circles on your back and you both trying to catch your breath you muttered out a very breathy "I love you" while playing with his hair. He dug his face into your neck and replied with "I love you too..."

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technos-doll · 3 years

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Cold Blade

(smol oneshot)

Reader x Technoblade!C

CW: Knife kink, slight smut

Your back hits the brick wall, a cold blade pressing into your nack, and the knifes wielder glaring through his pig mask. Long locks of pink hair had fallen out of his braid and draped around his face. Your breath hitches, loving the cold metal digging into your skin, and your eyes glaze over. "You think you can steal from me you little bitch??" His voice rumbles like a thunder cloud making your legs weak

His knee rests below your heat, and free hand pinning your hands above your head. You feel the heat spread across your checks and the man's grip loosens a little, shocked. He thinks for a moment then brings his knee higher making you moan and tightens his grip on your wrists, "Hmmm... Guess I'll have to punish you.

#mcytsmut #smut #dream smp smut #technoblade smut #technoblade x reader #dream smp

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uwuyumemite · 2 years

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+♡ DREAM × GNF SMUT

+♡ ADIVISED 13+

+♡ IN THIS GEORGE IS FTM

+☆ Start:

Blushing harshly, George woke up to the faint kisses of Dream's soft lips dragging down his neck. The brunette whined, pulling away before he felt any different.

"Not liking my affection?" Dream spoke quietly, almost like a mumble.

"No! I love it! I just don't want to feel too intimate..." George replied, making eye contact with his love. Dream seemed to have gotten the message and with the blank stare of George's precious eyes, he broke the trance within a second.

"I see... what if I wanted to be intimate with you though?" Dream said teasing George. Dream's cold hands pressed softly against George's bare thighs causing the bottom to groan. "You seem to like it... hm?"

George was afraid of sex - not to the point where he would start screaming and crying because he was terrified of a cock but more or less because he was a trans man. Having the genitals of a female made him feel invalid and insecure, which was one of the many reasons why George was still a virgin. He knew that Dream was experienced as of being told by Sapnap. George sighed but let out a little smirk. He wasn't sure how long Dream was staying for so it was worth a shot. He was ready anyway.

George locked eyes with Dream once more, pulling him into a wet, sloppy kiss. Their two tongues met at they continued to makeout, exchanging saliva and curling their tongues together. Dream smiled, he bit down on George's bottom lip once their tongues broke free from each other and George mewled. Dream's hands moved up slowly to the little ones boxers, planting small touches and pokes to the area of which he gathered George's clit was. George moaned into Dream's mouth, his legs closing slowly.

"No, no, my love. Keep your legs open for me..." Dream said, breaking the kiss. George whined.

"C-Clay..."

Dream's head began to run wild, he would love to see his darling's curves and new chest. His cock twitched, it pushed against his jeans and into George's back. From this point George was aching for Dream, he was begging for Dream.

"Clay... Clay let me suck-" George sat up, looking down at Dream's bulge. "-you off..." He continued, blushing.

"Oh? You want this?" Dream smirked, unbelting his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers, his tip peaking from the underwear. George got up more, turning around to face Dream, he got on his knees. "Come on, pull them down more and suck."

George did as he said and pulled Dream's jeans and boxers down more. His cock sprang from the grip of his jeans. George was impressed by his size and put a cold grip on his cock. Dream let out a loud groan, staring down at the bottom groping his cock.

"I bet you like it when I grope you. You'll love it more when my little mouth is around it too." George giggled, licking Dream's tip, and slowly hooking his flushed lips over Dream's member. George heard the loud groans coming from Dream. It all felt real.

"Fuck, George... come on, suck for me, baby..." Dream moaned.

George obeyed him and started to suck, he wasn't gentle with Dream at all, leaks and leaks of precum oozed into his mouth as the blonde's cock slipped into the back of George's throat. Dream gripped tightly onto George's perfect brunette hair, forcing his mouth further onto his cock making George choke. Dream loved the sound of his sub choke on his member.

After a little groaning, Dream shoved and thrusted his cock back and forth into George's mouth. "George... Georgie... I-I'm going to cum for you... Cum all in your throat..."

George's face was red, tears streamed down his angelic face and onto the floor. He wanted to swallow Dream's seed so badly. After a few more thrusts a sticky white shot down into his throat, Dream letting go of George's hair allowing him to break free and take his head up. George swallowed it all perfectly, some he dribbled out to tease the blonde.

But wow, Dream was still hard.

George sucked up all of the cum from his lips and removed his boxers and large shirt, showing off all of his perfect curves. Dream's face was a pink shade, staring down at George.

"Bend over for me, over your desk." Dream said, assertively. George did as he was told and bent over. His pink lips showing off to Dream. "Fuck look at that, you're so wet for me."

George let out a whine and bent over more showing more of his beautiful pussy for Dream. Dream stared and shoved his cock up against George, his cock grinding up in-between George's lips. George cried, he was so eager to be fucked. Suddenly, a burst of pleasure hit George as Dream's cock slided perfectly into him. The two were a whining and moaning mess. Dream was thrusting into George as if there was no tomorrow and George was messing up his desk, his mouse fell from the table as he tried to hold onto something.

"Clay... Clay please, I'll cum...!" George screamed.

"I'm so close for you, Georgie."

George mewled and whined, he came a few seconds later, but as he went to moan, Dream thrusted once more and came deeply into George. They both groaned.

#wattpad #smut #mcyt #mcytsmut #dsmp gnf #dream #dream smp #Spotify

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mcytbitchesss · 3 years

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request are open! smut or fluff! i will write it asap!

#dream smp #dreamsmp #dreamsmpsmut #dream smp smut #dreamsmp smut #dreamsmp fluff #dreamsmpfluff #dream smp fluff #wilbursoot #quackity #karljacobs #dreamwastaken #mcytsmut #mcyt #mcytfluff

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wilbysgu1tar · 3 years

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people i write smuts and imagines for

- sapnap

- dream

- georgenotfound

- eret

- punz

- bbh

- fundy

- minx

if i’ve missed anyone out, let me know!

i do not under any circumstances write for minors or for the people not comfortable with it. if any of the people on here are uncomfortable with nsfw and imagines please let me know.

feel free to request on this post!

#sapnap #eret #punz #bbh #dream #georgenotfound #minx #fundy #mcytsmut #mcytimagines #mcytnsfw #dreamsmpsmut #dreamsmpimagines

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angy-mouse · 2 years

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Chapter 7: Sweet Boytoy, Broody Boytoy

You stared down the beast, so much bigger than you and so fierce, but you stood your ground. You wouldn’t- couldn’t- succumb to intimidation. You were the ruler of an Empire now, the protector of thousands, and you were going to act like it.

“What happened to your shoes?”

“They hurt my feet, so I took them off,” you informed, head held high to ensure you didn’t show fear- they could smell fear.

“You’re a child,”

“I know you are-”

Minx’s arm wrapped around your neck, slapping a hand over your mouth just like when you were younger and would try to threaten generals to a fistfight. “I have her shoes right here, Jack. No need to throw a bitch fit.”

Your great foe turned back into your sweet advisor with a draining sigh and a rub at his temples that made him seem much older than he was. “You’re killing me, both of you. Just- Just sign this, please.”

“Once again, the beast admits defeat,” you thought smugly as you scrawled your name on the lines he pointed out. You poked your tongue out to just barely graze Minx’s palm so she would remove her hand from your face, ignoring her grumbles as she dried her palm on her trousers. “What am I signing?”

“I want you to understand,” Sean said, exasperation thick in his voice, “how easily I could take over your empire if I wanted to. You just signed four different pages without reading them. I don’t want to think about what else you could have signed while I wasn’t around.”

That was the reason you didn’t sign anything he didn’t hand to you, but no need to inflate his ego. “Get to the point, so I know what still has to be done,”

“It was the music schedule and the final approval for the menu.”

“I thought I approved that with Babish?”

“Yes, but now it’s in writing, so you can’t claim you didn’t approve it and jail the cooks.”

You wrinkled your nose in disbelief. “Is that something people do?”

Minx barked out a laugh and wrapped her arms around your shoulders, pulling you back against her so your head was tucked under her chin. “Oh, pumpkin, stay like this forever, okay? Promise?”

“I don’t get it,” you huffed with a pout.

“You don’t need to,” Sean promised with a grin and a light tap to your nose. “I’ll get it for you, and you just keep being cute.”

“This feels patronizing. I think I’m being patronized.”

“Don’t worry,” Minx giggled as she let you go with a light box on the ear. “You’ll forget about it as soon as you remember how much work there still is to do.”

“... Oh, gods, the seating chart!” You ignored their laughter as you hiked your skirt up to your knees, bare feet pat-pat-patting across the floor as you dashed to the head table, circling frantically as you skimmed the place cards. “No, no, I can’t have a prince on either side. Sapnap on the left- oh, then we have to move Prince Dream-”

“Poor lass,” you distantly heard. “Force her into bed early tonight for me, Minx?”

“I don’t take orders from you.”

“Cunt.”

“Stop plotting and hold Prince Corpse until I decide where he goes,” you huffed, holding out the card with his name on it. Oh, this was dreadful, you didn’t even have an idea of who would get along with who or what they would be wearing and what they would clash with-

“I’ll take that.”

You spared a fleeting glance as the card was plucked from your fingers before swapping Punz with Prince Dream. “Thank you, Prince Cor- Prince Corpse!” You spun on your heel, gripping the table behind you as you started slipping on the polished floor. He wore the same intricate mask he always did in public, but he smiled with his eyes, and boy was he smiling. His dark eye crinkled at the corner as the apple of his cheek rose, a sparkle in the deep pool of brown telling you exactly how much of your panicking he saw. Before you had the chance to try and make up for your embarrassment, you noticed the man on his arm, just as impressively tall and practically vibrating in place. “And Mr. Jacobs! I’m so sorry, I didn’t hear you-” You suddenly found yourself smothered in a bright blue sweater.

“Oh, you don’t have to be so formal! Not when we’re going to be living together! And you’re so pretty! I got your picture, of course, but you’re just gorgeous!”

“Heel, boy! You can’t jump an emperor, they have laws about that!”

“It’s alright,” you rushed to say, waving off both Corpse, who was clearly worried he’d be witness to a slaughter, and Minx, who was ready to commit it. There was a soft smell coming from Karl’s sweater- clean, but sweet. The color was calming, and the material could compete with your coziest pieces. Karl felt like home.

But no matter how much you wanted to melt into the embrace, Minx had the hilt of her sword in a tight fist, and you knew she would kill dozens before asking questions if it meant potentially protecting you.

You could just barely see over his shoulder since he was hunched over to wrap his arms respectably around your waist, (you were sure if they wandered he’d be dead) and you peered at Prince Corpse. “Did he…”

He nodded, getting that sparkle back in his eye. “Oh yeah, the second I introduced myself. He’s a cuddler.” Luckily, there was only fondness in his voice, even as he turned to Minx. “Please don’t kill my new friend.”

“I’m just so excited,” Karl chirped against your hair, sighing happily before he gasped and pushed himself off of you. You couldn’t deny you missed the heat and tenderness, but pushed the feelings away as he dug through his satchel. “Oh, I almost forgot, I hope I didn’t crush- aha!” He fussed over it for a moment before holding out his cupped hands, offering you a crown of flowers.

“Oh,” Blues and purples and whites, beautifully woven together by the stems. Blossoms full of delicate petals that looked as fragile as china, and the knowledge that he crafted this delicate work of art just for you… “I love it, Mr- Karl. Really, it’s just- put it on for me?” He practically glowed from your praise, nodding eagerly. He was tall enough, you didn’t even need to curtsy for him to arrange the flowers around your golden crown. His long fingers barely brushed your scalp, manicured nails only dully scratching once or twice as he loosened the weaving to make it fit- as if you were another delicate flower he didn’t want to damage. You found yourself missing his gentle touch as he pulled away, and by the way his hands hovered, he felt the same way.

“There,” he breathed, lips stretching into a broad, sunshine-inducing grin. You took a look around at everyone’s faces. Corpse had that sparkle again. Sean wore a fond smile- the one that made him look like your big brother who just taught you how to sneak sweets before dinner. And Minx- well, Minx still looked like she was plotting Karl’s murder for touching you. But from it all you could tell without a mirror you looked lovely.

“You really know how to make a guy feel inadequate, you know that?” Karl whined at the prince’s words, but before either of you could reassure him, Corpse’s hand was in yours. His fingers were calloused- a musician’s hands- but still soft enough that you could tell he took care in his appearance. “It’s alright,” he mused as he removed one of his silver rings, slipping it from his finger directly onto yours. The ring held his body heat, letting it seep into you in a gesture that felt entirely too intimate to be done in front of everyone as the silver settled heavy at the base of your ring finger. His visible eye closed in a way that you just knew it was a wink. “Because this won’t be the only ring I put on your finger.”

You were a master at political conversation. You’d sat in on your father’s meetings since birth and became quickly accustomed to how you changed what you said, what expression you showed, even how you thought in those situations. There was no one better at keeping the peace in a war room.

You knew all that, but you couldn’t control the heat creeping up your neck as Corpse’s lips pressed against the back of your hand through his mask, letting his words- his promise- sink in. You knew he was smirking as you failed to find words, your tongue swiping across your lips as you became hyper-aware of how dry they were- had you put on product? Yes, your favorite hydrating red lip paint- was it still okay? Was it smeared? Oh, god, was it on your teeth?

“We should leave you to your hard work,” Corpse purred (people don’t purr!) as he pressed the card with his name neatly printed into your palm. “I think I should go next to Karl, by the way.”

You’ve never been happier for Sean to butt into your private life. “I couldn’t agree more- this way, gentlemen, let’s get you some tea and a contract to look over.” You watched them walk away until Karl’s bouncy gait and Corpse’s strut went right out the door. Then you watched the door, willing your face to cool off.

“You okay, pumpkin?” If you opened your mouth, you didn’t know what would come out. “I knew I should have cut his hands off when he put them on you- both of them. I still could, you know. Sean wouldn’t say anything. And if he did, it wouldn’t really be a loss without him around, let’s be honest-”

“Minx,”

She faltered, lowering herself to meet your gaze. “Yes?”

“I… may have… made a miscalculation.”

“What’s that, pumpkin?”

You finally looked up, feeling the self-control you’d so carefully rebuilt crumble as your blood came flooding back to your cheeks. “I’ve never even kissed a boy, and I just enlisted five insanely handsome ones to have sex with.”

#angymouse #teah #mcytsmut #squeakin

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