Stunning Masochism
Title: Stunning Masochism
Author: Minette
Couple: Hichi x Ichi
Disclaimer: No mine! i only own... *licks her thumb* this jar of Nutella...
Summary: king out all night, looking for beauty, searching for blood.
Insane King. Out at night, hunting for blood, hunting for pain. Why go out when you know where you’ll find it?
So many times you’ve looked. So many times you’ve tried. It always comes back to me.
Pretty king, lips stained red. In the dark places, losing your mind. Your clothes are ruined, your brain in a haze. Trying to find me again, because no one knows what you want.
You love the way I kiss you. The way I hold you and bite you and kick you. You love the way I insult you. Because I always know what you want.
Bloody king, so high and happy. So beaten and dirty, your dignity lost.
Late at night, looking for blood, searching for pain. Your urgency to feel alive. Don’t you just love the fight, King? The rush and the energy and the satisfaction afterwards? The way your blood pumps in your ears, the way you crave me.
The fight first and then the sex.
Dirty king, eyes glossed over and lost. Soul still searching, heart in frost. Bleeding king, pretty king. Your pain is full pleasure. Your mind is twisted.
Maybe it’s my fault?
Beauty like an angel, and the mind of a demon. The rush of pain. Feels too good to deny. You want me so bad you hurt yourself. And when you’re done, you ask for more. Always more.
So greedy, aren’t you?
Knives or fists, who really cares? Just a little more, hold you a little closer. Just a little more, always a little more. Always ‘I’ll stop next time.’ you’ll never stop. It’s your drug and your shame.
It’s your addiction. And I won’t keep you from it. Because I love the way you beg me, the way you ask me, the way you cry and hold me and wait for me to satisfy your craving. Oh how you crave me.
Sex loving King, can’t find anyone to hold. Not tonight. gotta find me, cause you know I’ll always agree. Always always, who can deny that prideful face? Not me. I can never say no. not tonight, no one else. Not tomorrow, no one else.
In the end it just comes back to me.
Pretty king, hunting for knives, hunting for pain. Waiting for someone to see what you need, what you’re always begging for.
Dirty king, how I love you, eyes lost and heart frozen, kneeling at my feet on the floor. Dirty king, you look so beautiful. Waiting for me to kick you, to hold you the way you need. Waiting for that satisfaction.
Waiting so you can bleed.
OWARI
please comment.
Author: Minette
Couple: Hichi x Ichi
Disclaimer: No mine! i only own... *licks her thumb* this jar of Nutella...
Summary: king out all night, looking for beauty, searching for blood.
Insane King. Out at night, hunting for blood, hunting for pain. Why go out when you know where you’ll find it?
So many times you’ve looked. So many times you’ve tried. It always comes back to me.
Pretty king, lips stained red. In the dark places, losing your mind. Your clothes are ruined, your brain in a haze. Trying to find me again, because no one knows what you want.
You love the way I kiss you. The way I hold you and bite you and kick you. You love the way I insult you. Because I always know what you want.
Bloody king, so high and happy. So beaten and dirty, your dignity lost.
Late at night, looking for blood, searching for pain. Your urgency to feel alive. Don’t you just love the fight, King? The rush and the energy and the satisfaction afterwards? The way your blood pumps in your ears, the way you crave me.
The fight first and then the sex.
Dirty king, eyes glossed over and lost. Soul still searching, heart in frost. Bleeding king, pretty king. Your pain is full pleasure. Your mind is twisted.
Maybe it’s my fault?
Beauty like an angel, and the mind of a demon. The rush of pain. Feels too good to deny. You want me so bad you hurt yourself. And when you’re done, you ask for more. Always more.
So greedy, aren’t you?
Knives or fists, who really cares? Just a little more, hold you a little closer. Just a little more, always a little more. Always ‘I’ll stop next time.’ you’ll never stop. It’s your drug and your shame.
It’s your addiction. And I won’t keep you from it. Because I love the way you beg me, the way you ask me, the way you cry and hold me and wait for me to satisfy your craving. Oh how you crave me.
Sex loving King, can’t find anyone to hold. Not tonight. gotta find me, cause you know I’ll always agree. Always always, who can deny that prideful face? Not me. I can never say no. not tonight, no one else. Not tomorrow, no one else.
In the end it just comes back to me.
Pretty king, hunting for knives, hunting for pain. Waiting for someone to see what you need, what you’re always begging for.
Dirty king, how I love you, eyes lost and heart frozen, kneeling at my feet on the floor. Dirty king, you look so beautiful. Waiting for me to kick you, to hold you the way you need. Waiting for that satisfaction.
Waiting so you can bleed.
OWARI
please comment.