Mingjoong Oneshots

Little Ol' Voodoo Doll

Category: Dark Romance

   -a lovely toy for his use-
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   The doll sat on the floor, propped up on the chair. He watched the dark wooden floorboards, head slumped.

His master stood idle near the fire illuminating their small rustic room. Eventually, picking up a small dagger, the man made his way over to the table behind the doll and picked up his other half.

The smaller voodoo doll stitched with a permanent scowl was taken over to a desk where his master set it down and exposed the neck.

He had no worries about what his master could possibly do to him, he'd taken so much over the years they've been in love.

"I think you'd like a tattoo, huh?" His master grinned, shadows bouncing on his cheekbones and sharp nose. The doll didn't answer, knew he didn't have to.

It wasn't very difficult for his master to cross the distance between them, kneeling on his knees before his toy. "Such a handsome neck you have." His master giggled, smaller hands feeling along the bare chest of his doll.

Admiring his smooth skin was cut short as his master remembered he had to get a sharpie. "What shall we mark you with?" He hummed, quickly grabbing the limp doll on his desk and skipping back to the chair in the middle of the room.

"We could do a little kitty, or a bird skull." He exclaimed, now sitting cross-legged in front of the bigger doll. He uncapped the sharpie and held it in his left hand.

"What d'ya say, baby?" He purred, hand rubbing the doll's wrist where another tattoo bearing the initials HJ written in elegant cursive shimmered.

Over the years, the doll had accumulated a plethora of piercings and tattoos as well as two canine teeth carefully sharpened all to the delight of his lovely little master. They wore matching gauges in their left ears, had the same black heart tattoo on their ankles.

It was a bonding of two who loved the feeling of the pretty, pretty pain that these things brought them. He took it all not only because he had no way out but because he didn't want a way out.

Take it as it is, a contract through this doll is not as bad as it sounds.

Especially not when one has such a delightful little menace as a master. "Come on, you can talk can't ya, big boy?" His master pat his cheek with one pleasantly cold hand.

The doll himself hadn't taken to speaking very often. His master could do plenty of talking for the both of him and besides, the smaller looked quite cute when he was so excited about some story involving how he creeps out their neighbors.

"Uh— yeah the, whatever is fine." He said, blinking when his master leaned in close to his face. "So, just whatever..." he mumbled, tongue coming to lick up the doll's fine cheek.

His hand caressed the doll's collarbone, teeth cheekily toying with his bottom lip as the two stared at each other. "How about I draw a nice songbird? Would Mr. Song have an opinion on that or is it just whatever?"

"That would be nice." He answered plainly. His master rolled his eyes yet leaned even closer to kiss his lips. "Thank you, Mingi baby." The master mused, fakely fluttering his eyelashes.

Finally, he backed away and readied his sharpie over the fabric of the small voodoo doll.  Mingi watched as his love drew quietly, sometime his eyes flicking down to the tingly black seeping its way through his skin.

The doll's master was done rather quickly, looking up at his lovely to admire the lines he engraved into his skin. Clearly excited by what he saw, he wound up sitting in the doll's lap.

"That's perfect. I'm so good!" He gushed, letting out cute laughs while his arms circled the doll's freshly tattooed neck. Mingi indulged him, stiffly moving his own arms to wrap up his master in his hold.

He let his lips brush over the spot under the small master's ear and lightly kissed where he had inked Joongie into the man's tan skin with jagged lettering.

Pulling back, Hongjoong tried showing Mingi the design he had drawn on the doll so he could see what work he had done.

"I like it." The doll said, running a hot hand over the marks in his own skin and cracking a small smile when his master shyly looked away.

He pulled himself back into his dolly's lap and lightly rubbed their noses together. "You always like anything that I do." He chuckled, not letting the doll deny anything before pressing a kiss to his love's lips.

Mingi kissed him back and didn't stop until his own tongue brushed against his master's tongue piercing and the man giggled once more before asking if he should get snake bite piercings.

"Fuck yes, please do." He answered quickly, perhaps the most enthusiastic he's been recently, and squeezed the small master in his lap.

"You'd like those, huh? Then maybe you'd let me do something with your eyebrow." He laughed, turning around in Mingi's lap and slumping there.

Hongjoong's soft spicy scent permeated around them and the doll nodded his confirmation. "I'd like that too."
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Word Count: 899
Published: 11/24/2020

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