#and then rose added cleavage

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Rose in some fun outfit choices *wink wink*

Obviously inspired by this post @nipuni

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what you want you cannot find. so you let someone else find it for you. (18+, dark!simon x curvy!fem!reader, arranged marriage)

you don't really know what you were thinking when you answered the ad. it is many things, maybe, why you chose to apply. why you were grateful to be chosen.

the loneliness, it aches. you cannot find yourself in anyone else, you cannot find the thing that should move you and hold you. you cannot find what it is that should ignite what is asleep, the thing nestled between your ribs that feels like it beats to a rhythm that you cannot hear.

the bitterness, too. there is something sour that you taste. there is acid under your tongue, something rotten between your teeth, and you wish for anything that you would stop tasting it because it reminds you of how alone you are, how alone you'll remain, the inevitable thing that you wish you weren't but that you unfortunately are.

it is the thing you cannot die for because there isn't anything to die for. you live, and you breathe, and you exist, but there isn't anything there. this is nothing that makes you want to gnaw on your own flesh, there is no life you would take in sake of another, there is no purpose to your existence except the hope that perhaps there is still time to have what you want more than anything.

but you don't know what you want. you don't know because everything that you thought you wanted, you do not want any longer. you never feel anything with other men. they are beneath you. they maim what they shouldn't. they complain about things that they can fix. they stare at a problem head-on, with the solution at their back, and they chase their tails. they do not know their right from their left. you hate them. but you want it. you want something. you want one of them, but you don't know which, so maybe if you don't choose, you will find what it is that you don't know you're looking for.

you're alone in the room. they gave you a bouquet of white roses. you hold them nervously between clammy palms. you wear a silk white dress that skims the floor, fabric falling soft over the curve of your waist and gentle along the swell of your cleavage. your hair is loose, and there is a short veil over your head, covering your face.

you stare at your handler. he's dressed in his military fatigues, tactical vest still strapped with the Union Jack across his chest. he has introduced himself as captain john price, and he is the one who arranged for your arrival. he is the one who told you to wear white, and he is the one who gave you the roses.

captain john price is rugged. captain john price is kind. and captain john price is not what you want. you are grateful that you are not yet disappointed with your match.

the door opens behind you. you straighten your posture that extra inch when you hear his heavy gait. there is a pause as the door shuts behind him, and you see his captain nod to a figure that you cannot see. his boots hit the floor low, and you swallow when the sunlight that comes through the window is blocked entirely by the size of him as he stands at your side.

the vows are short. you say your i do first, soft voice that hits his ears in a way that makes him nearly purr. when it is his turn to say i do, your eyes sparkle. he speaks in such a low voice, a Manchester accent that makes your toes curl in the white kitten heels that you wear. a drawl that you can feel in your chest, an accent that ticks a corner of your brain you did not know was there.

"you may kiss your bride."

you turn away from the captain. you tilt your head to look up at him, and you let out a soft breath when you realize the sheer breadth of this man.

he is barely a man. he must be something else. he is dressed all in black, and he wears all of his gear. his tactical vest is stocked well, magazines tucked into their pockets, a grenade dangling from one strap, a handgun tucked into its holster on his chest and around his thick thigh. his belt is heavy with more, knives in sheathes, devices in their places. even without all of the weight, you know the size of him won't shrink.

you cannot see his face. he covers it with a mask, one that resembles the front face of a skull. it is dirty. you aren't certain if it is blood or soot or dirt. maybe it is all of that and more. you cannot see his eyes through the veil either, but they are dark, and they are intense.

you keep your eyes fixed on his as he lifts your veil. the delicate fabric settles over your head, and you see him without obstruction.

there he is.

it is like seeing a man for the first time. it is like being in the presence of the dream you've always had and could never remember.

he tilts his head to the side, curious. he is seeing your face for the first time, too. soft eyes. glossy lips. the curve of your mouth. the untouched skin of your cheeks, the unmarred flesh that you wear. he follows the line of your throat to the peek of your tits dressed in silk. you are a present wrapped in luxury. hand delivered goods, of the finest quality.

his bride. his wife. something he will have forever. he does not know if he has ever been able to say that about anything else. he's never had anything except for his life. nothing except for himself has ever belonged to him, but even now, not even his life is his own, it belongs to someone far away, someone in an office somewhere, who moves the chess pieces of his world around, where he cannot do anything but follow.

you stand on your toes to get closer to him. he thinks for just a second you will ask him to remove his mask, but you don't. you cant your head, and you kiss him over the mask, sticky gloss leaving a light imprint on the fabric. you settle back onto your heels, and your breath hitches when one of his gloved hands comes to settle at the dip of your waist.

"she's all mine now, eh, cap'n?"

you blink, your eyes still on his. you don't move, and you don't say anything. you wonder, if you could see his face, if he would smile.

"all yours, simon."

you let him drag you closer, shuffling on your feet until your hips press against his. your back arches gently as he uses both hands, gripping you around the middle and feeling the soft flesh underneath your silk dress. he is a rabid dog, his next meal at his fingertips. she is his, and he wants to take her home. if his captain was not standing at his back, he knows he would take you on this very floor.

she is mine. she is mine. she is mine.

he has studied your picture. he has memorized your name. he has been waiting for you. he is too awkward to leave base. he is too quiet to attract birds, birds that matter, birds that sing. he is too ravenous to be anything but permanent, he isn't capable of the mundane, of casual. it is everything or nothing at all, and at the sound of permanence, he foamed at the mouth.

at the thought of something to keep, he was blinded. when beasts lose control, they call their keeper, and he had none. this change could be good. this change would do him well. when he ignores the order of a commanding officer, he will bend to yours, because he is bound, wrapped, tied to you with something invisible that weaves between his bones.

you do not know what you were before, but you know what you are now.

you follow after him. he turns to leave, and you let him lead. your heels click as you walk, and when it is hard for you to keep up, you reach for his hand. he grunts when you do, but he doesn't push you away. you hold wilting roses in one hand, and you clutch him in the other. recruits and privates stop to salute or step out of your way, and they stare when they see a trailing angel behind their lieutenant, a pretty girl in a pretty white dress with a veil fluttering against the breeze as you try and keep up with your husband's long strides.

the door he stops in front of is plain and unmarked. he fits a key into the lock, turning it and opening it, and he invites you over a threshold that no one else has ever stepped over. you stand on the other side, holding the roses to your chest. he turns when you don't follow him inside. you get a glimpse of him as a whole, the man that he is, big and menacing and taken. you wonder if he will wear his ring under his glove or if he will put it on the chain that holds his dog tags.

"is this where you live?" you ask. you stay on the other side, looking in, a little timid as you stand there.

he nods, silent. he crosses his arms over his chest, and you admire the bulge of them, the paint of skeleton bones along the fingers of his gloves. you look him up and down before smiling a little.

"is this where i will live, too?"

he shakes his head, a no.

"can't have a thing like y'here," he murmurs. "boys'll eat y'up."

you tilt your head to the side.

"i find that hard to believe," you quip. "do people often eat what's yours, lieutenant?"

he snarls, narrowing his eyes. "no one takes wot's mine."

"then what are you so afraid of?"

"that 'f y'r 'ere, i won't get any fuckin' work done."

you break out into a big smile, pearly white teeth flashing, and he clicks his tongue at your reaction. he reaches up and lifts his mask, pushing it up until it rests over his nose. his nose is crooked from being broken so many times. his face is scarred, as if someone took a blade and carved out the skin and muscle. a deep one stretches from somewhere under the mask to his lip, where it looks as if the skin was haphazardly stitched back together. another long jagged grey streak comes over the line of his cheek down his jaw, as if someone tried to peel his face off.

he grins. it's ugly and unsettling, as if he sees prey that he knows he will catch. your own smile does not fade. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and you want to taste him. beast, bear, killing machine, the boogeyman, a ghost that haunts, you do not know exactly what he is, but you know, immediately, that he is what you have been searching for.

you do not know him. you do not love him yet, but you will. you are sure of this. you are sure that he is missing piece. he will fill the spaces that you have always felt hollow. he will scratch a place in your head that has always itched. there is something in his eyes, you're not exactly sure what it is, but you can't wait to discover it. you can't wait to explore, to indulge, to lick the salt of his skin and know that everything he is has been waiting for something like you.

you did not choose him, but he chose you, and now you see it clearly. you see this thing, and you know the truth of what's been hiding from you all your life. the curtain has been taken down. the veil is off. the walls are invisible.

"come 'ere," he says lowly. "won't ask so nicely next time."

you drop the flowers onto the floor, crossing the doorway. you kick the door shut, hearing it click, and he comes closer, until you can feel his breath fanning your nose.

"will you love me?" you ask, wringing your hands together nervously. "do you think maybe...do you think maybe that's possible?"

he licks over his teeth, humming. he leans down, knocking your chin up, and your breath hitches when he licks up the side of your jaw, taking in a whiff of your perfume and the sweetness of his bride.

"what a stupid word," he mutters, biting at the curve of your bottom lip. "meaningless. love. bloody hell."

"w-what...what?"

"a meaningless fuckin' word for the things i would do for ya," he continues. "the things i would kill. the heads i would step on. the sorry fucks i would get rid of...just to see y'smile."

your eyes flutter. yes, yes, yes--the unconditional devotion. the terrifyingly beautiful reality of through sickness and in health, until death do us part.

"is it really that easy, simon?" you ask. his gloved hands slip over your throat, sliding low and skimming the silk of your dress before he cups both sides of your ass and squeezes, drawing you closer until you are uncomfortably pressed up against him. his gear digs into your softness, sharp edges cutting into you, but you ignore it as he begins to draw up the skirt of your dress. "is it really that easy to say you'll do all of that for me? isn't it...it's wrong, isn't it? to do those things for me?"

he laughs. humorless, condescending. as if that is the stupidest thing you could have ever said.

"'s olright, swee'eart. gonna take all those ideas outta y'r pretty lil' head."

you relax when you feel his gloved hand under the hem of your white lace panties. your eyes shut, and you reach forward and grip his vest for stability.

"christ..." he hisses. "y'r soaked..."

you are. you have been since you first laid eyes on him, on everything he is. you know why you are here, and he knows why he is here, and that is because there were two people so desperate to find one another, that they let someone else choose. the gods, fate, whatever they want to be called.

matched by design, together by choice.

you lean forward and kiss beside his lips, and you whine when his big fingers slide between your folds, soft on your clit before he fits two fingers inside of you. his gloves are warm, and you wet them easily.

"wot a good girl," he breathes. "knew y'were the right one."

"y-you did?"

"could see it in y'r eyes, dove. could see wot y'needed. could see it plain as fuckin' day. dyin' inside, just like me, aye?"

you shake your head.

"n-not anymore...not anymore..." you gasp, and he tsks as he steps backward, the weight of him heavy as he takes a seat on his perfectly made bed, bringing you with him. you fall into his lap, unafraid to because you know someone of his size can carry you easily, and he hums as you spread your thighs apart. you straddle him, pressed up against the gun holstered to his chest, and you moan softly against his scarred face as he fucks you open with three unforgiving fingers.

"not anymore," he echos, baring his teeth as he pumps his hand. the squelch of it is filthy, but it isn't enough. he wants you to soak his arm, his thighs, his bed, let the slick of you stain him from the outside in. "not anymore. not as my wife."

you scramble. you rip the veil out of your hair, untie the corset of your dress. there's a naked angel in his lap, perky tits and soft figure, giving way to the gorgeous place you keep hidden by white, wet lace. the place that is his, the place that belongs to him, a pretty pussy that will keep him satiated until he breathes no longer.

after he tears apart his enemy, he will have you. after he tastes the blood he desires to see run, he will have you. the adrenaline, the fire, the shout of every order and the sound of their cries, it won't exist anymore in this place, he knows it.

"y'll never want for anythin'," he mutters. "y'll never be lonely. always get wot y'want...wot y'need...wot y'deserve..."

you reach up and cup his cheeks gently, pressing your mouth to his as you ride his fingers eagerly. you want him, you want this, you want all of it, even if it isn't what's right. but something brought you here, right into his arms, and this is what you deserve.

he's not even human, you don't think. he must be something else. with how good he makes you feel, with the sheer precision that he rocks his fingers into you, the way he smiles, he must be made of only something synthetic, something not organic.

you feel so small underneath him. he tosses you onto the bed, your head hitting the pillow gently. you giggle, and his grin widens. he has a warm pink tongue, and it's between his teeth, and you giggle again when he moves his head from side to side, staring down at you. he's studying you. you assume he has seen photos of you, but this is his first time seeing his bride for all that she is. soft, pretty, unscathed by war. at least on the outside--but on the inside, you are not as you seem.

there's a parasite in you. something that slithers behind your eyes and settles in that corner of your brain that only he can touch. he knows that feeling well. he feels it every time he is in the field, and he feels it now, with you. he chases this tick when he works. it knocks his senses just right, makes him feel good and big, like the reaper that he really is. he can be this with a rifle in his hand, and he can be this without it, with the weight of his wife in his hands.

you smile, biting your lip, and you spread your legs for him. his eyes fall between your thighs, and he chuckles. he brings his gloved hand up to his mouth, the one that smells like you, and you watch as he slips it inside, sucking on it for a moment before he uses his teeth to take both gloves off.

he bends, still in all his military glory, and he sticks his tongue out, licking a fat stripe up the seam of your cunt, using one thumb to pull the puffy lip apart and suckle on your clit for just a moment.

you gasp, arching your back, and he stands to his full height again, laughing.

"oh, y'taste sweet," he purrs. "y'taste good. hard t'believe i'll have this cunny for m'whole fuckin' life."

"believe it, baby," you coo, and he sighs. he nods his head, reaching low, gripping himself through his cargo pants and squeezing his cock. you follow his movements, watching him pay special attention to the tip of him, running his finger over where you guess the slit is as he watches you squirm. "why are you so far away, simon? don't you want me?"

he laughs again, smiling wide, and he nods.

"course i want ya, swee'eart. who wouldn't want ya, huh? who wouldn't want this?"

you meet his eyes. the question is a sound one, but it never mattered that you were wanted, what mattered is that you never wanted. not really. not until now.

you watch him as he reaches for his zipper. he undoes it easily, unbuttoning his pants and shoving them low. they won't go very low, thanks to the holsters around his thighs, but it's enough that you watch his cock stand at attention, the red tip of him leaking down the sides, making the bulging vein on the underside of him shine.

you whine a little, and he growls happily, watching as you cup the swell of your tits and squeeze them in anticipation. perfect, perfect, perfect girl, practically a mail-order bride that checks every single fucking box.

he grips you by the thighs, yanking you to the edge of the bed. you whimper when he slides the tip through your folds, letting it catch at the entrance before smirking down at you.

"'s big," you hiccup, and he tsks, shaking his head.

"y'can take it, swee'eart," he murmurs. "y'r a riley now, luvvie. y'know what tha' means?" you shake your head, your eyes a little watery, and he smooths a hand up your sternum, gripping you around the throat gently. "gonna find out...gonna find out how well a riley takes wot they're given."

"simon--"

"'s alright, luv, we'll start nice, yeah?" he breathes. you grip onto his forearms when he feeds you his cock, slowly, and your back bows at a sharp angle as you squeeze him for everything he is. "fuckin' hell...yeah, just the tip, yeah? oh, good girl..."

good girl, yeah...i'm a good girl--

you cry out, digging your nails into him when he mutters fuck it and bottoms out. his palm flattens just under your belly button, a choked groan leaving him as he presses down, a rush of something fucking glorious running down his spine. it's a high--he's so fucking high, as if he is popping fucking pills.

"feel me here, yeah?" he drags his hips back, smoothing a hand further up your stomach until he paws one of your tits, squeezing it firmly. you nod, sliding your hands up his arms, fisting the fabric of his mask at the base of his neck. you feel him everywhere, you feel him in your chest, running down your spine, you feel him in your mouth and in your head, and it feels so good, it feels so so so so good.

"yes--yes!" you gasp. fuck, he's huge, he's putting a shadow over you. you're naked, bare underneath him, and his gear rocks with every thrust, and it's filthy because you wonder if he worked, you wonder if he didn't even change before he went to marry his perfectly-picked bride, you wonder if he got off the tarmac not even an hour after killing his target to go and take what is his.

how long ago was it that he last fired his weapon? the gun on his chest, did he use it before he saw you?

i bet he did. i bet he used it. i bet he smoked the cigarette that i smell on him, and i bet he came here, and then he married me, and now he's all mine, and he's fucking me six ways to fucking sunday--

you think you're drooling. your lips are wet, and with every smack of his hips against yours, you feel a little more trickle down the side of your face. you're moaning, gripping his neck, pulling him further down on top of you. you want him all around you, you want him inside, you want him to come every day wearing this terrifying fucking uniform and to fuck you so stupid, you forget everything except for the name he has given you.

you want to know nothing except for his name. simon. riley. simon. riley.

you want to know nothing except for what you are. his wife. his wife. his wife.

it's so hard to remember to breathe. his hands grip you tight around the hips, and he's losing momentum, hissing, letting out choked groans as he brands the shape of his cock into you. he never wants you to forget what he feels like--he never wants you to know anything except for him, for the rest of your life.

"simon--" you whine, and he smirks, reaching up to hold your face in one big hand, keeping you still as you chase the grind of his pelvis against your puffy clit. "simon--!"

"tha'sit, luvvie...yeah..." he nods, "look at me--look at me," he leans down, a big weight over you, suffocating you, "good girl, yeah..." he clicks his tongue, "cum f'me, swee'eart. cum f'y'r husband, yeah?"

you lean up, chasing after him, gripping onto the sides of his face as you kiss him hard. it is the first time you really kiss him. slotting your mouth over his, slipping your tongue into his mouth, the sting of your wedding ring cooling his warm face as you taste him for the very first time.

it is gone. the bitterness that you always taste, the acid and the sourness and everything that always is so unpleasant under your tongue, it is gone when you have him. he takes it out of your mouth completely, and you chase after this just as you chase after the harsh grind of your clit against his pelvis.

he is carrying you. you're lifting, coming over some kind of sweet, exhilarating euphoria, and you're blinded by it, by the feeling, by him. you want more, more, you want it all, and he said you could have anything you want, that you'll never need anything ever again, he said, he said, he said--!

he laughs when you come. he swallows your moans, hisses when you soak his pants. you are the prettiest thing he could ever hope for, the personification of the things he does not deserve and could never have, and it is selfish that he has taken you this way, but he does not fucking care.

the things we cannot have are the sweetest, the most desirable. and simon is nothing if he isn't a thief.

he is nothing if he doesn't just take what he wants. he likes to think that perhaps he adopts the "ask for forgiveness, and not for permission" philosophy, but he does not ask for forgiveness. and he has never asked for permission.

"please--simon--" you gasp, looking up at him. your eyes are wet, and a few tears wet his hand around your face. "please--inside me, please..."

"'s olright, luv--" he grunts, pumping faster, his pretty little wife just begging for him, for more, and how could he say no to that? "easy, baby...i'll give it t'ya, don't worry, fuck--" he hisses, "lieutenant's wife gets woteva she wants..."

"please--inside--" you choke. "simon, inside, i-i want it inside--"

fuck, that is all he needed. he nestles deep, pressing his hips to yours, and you kiss him once more when you go blind again. a second high, when he stuffs you full. just as you should be. just as you always should be.

"yeah, fuck--" he breathes. "tha' wot y'wanted, yeah? nice and full, good girl..." he licks his lips, standing up straight, and just when you think he is pulling out, he yanks you back towards him, cum leaking down your thighs as you cry out from being so sensitive.

"simon!" you gasp, giggling, and he grins, patting your ass gently before pulling out. you let your knees fall onto the cot, swallowing hard as you watch him tuck himself back into his pants and zip them up. he brings the mask back down, and you watch as he slips his gloves back on. "hmm..."

he tilts his head to the side, sighing as he watches you settle there. something warm settles in his stomach, something satisfied.

"like havin' y'in my bed," he says lowly. "look nice there."

you smile, and he holds out one hand, beckoning you to sit up. you do, slowly, a little shaky as you try and compose yourself, and he leans down and kisses you through the mask. you close your eyes, humming, leaning into his touch.

"so i can stay?" you ask, and he chuckles.

"mmm...y'r so cute, luvvie..." he rumbles. "a doll, yeah? can't say no to ya."

you look down at the ring on your finger, a solid gold band complete with a precious diamond. you will have to get used to this--you are his wife, you can ask things of him, and you don't think he'll say no.

you look up at him when he tosses something at you. an army green shirt of his, and you slip it on, letting the fabric fall, and you lay back down in his cot as he moves around his room. you lay in comfortable silence, watching as the thing that calls himself your husband looks for files on his desk, adjusts the gun strapped to his thigh, shuffles his boots across the linoleum. you are mesmerized by what he is, and you haven't known him even a day.

you don't believe this is your vision askew. the honeymoon phase. the sugary sweet moments in time at the beginning where nothing is wrong, where all is well. simon riley is a practical man. he does not lie. he does not do things he does not want to do, and he does not say things he does not want to say. he is not in the business of comfort and ease, that much is clear to you.

simon riley is practical and resourceful. you think maybe he counts his words. that he doesn't say more than he has to. waste his energy on things that don't require it.

his wife. i'm his wife. his wife.

"why..." you swallow. "why...why did you pick me?"

he pauses as he stands in front of a locker. when he opens it, you see shelves of personal weapons stashed away, handguns of different sizes and shapes, knives of differing steel, toys that with a small push of a finger could destroy whatever building they went off inside. you don't flinch, don't blink, don't feel fear. you don't know why, but you just don't. you don't think it's possible.

he doesn't look at you as he surveys what lines the walls of it.

"just knew y'were the one f'me, swee'eart," he mutters. he shuts the locker, and the lock clicks. he comes closer, twirling a small blade between his fingers, and you don't cower away when he flicks it towards you, holding your chin up with the sharp tip of it. he hums appreciatively at this. "in all honesty, had no idea really until i saw ya, 'f you'd be mine."

he bends down, leans close, and you follow the curve of the blade with your head, keeping your eyes on his. there is no timidness in your gaze, and for that, he beams under the mask. perfection in one woman.

"and what would you have done if i wasn't the one?"

he shrugs.

"would've killed ya, luv."

"just like that?"

"just like tha'."

the tip of his blade drags, sliding up the length of your throat, along the line of your jaw. your lips part as he traces your mouth with it, and you tilt your head to the side as you trace the edge of it with your tongue. he leans forward more, pressing his forehead to yours, and you can see where the eye-black around his eyes fades into his pale skin under the balaclava. you see yourself in those eyes. the you that you have been waiting for. the you that you have missed for your entire life. the you that has been hiding, too scared to come out, too afraid of what might be said if someone saw the real you.

she had not been hiding. just lying dormant, in someone else, waiting for you to come home.

you smile, big, and simon presses his mouth to yours again through the mask, kissing you there, growling from deep in his chest, a purr that only emanates the contentment and the relief he feels because he has found that thing to live for. it is so easy to die. it is so easy to give oneself for what they believe. it is not hard to give the best of yourself away, he knows that.

what he has never been able to do is find something that will keep him alive. he has only ever lived because he found dying pathetic. he found it cowardly. but the alternative had been just as unforgiving, just as unfulfilling. but not this. not you.

you will make it difficult to die. you will make death a challenge. and when he eyes that smile, this one that you give only to him, he is happy to be given this new objective.

"but don't worry y'r pretty head about all tha', luv."

you give him those eyes, and he drinks it all in, all that you are. finally, finally, finally--

"until death do we part, yeah?"

NEXT

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TUTOR! MATT X POPULAR! SWEET! READER SCENARIO

matt was busy. like, really busy. so busy that not even the announcement of a party where there would be free alcohol would have moved him from that strangely comfortable chair.

his eyes, more than anything, were busy. focused almost obsessively on the tortuous cleavage that your tiny and ridiculously tight top offered. in a far, far back part of his mind he wondered how the school allowed such clothing. but he didn't care, in fact, he was grateful. fuckin’ grateful because he could enjoy the way your generous tits bounced with every little movement you made, how they rose up slightly when you folded your arms under them in a moment of frustration because you couldn't get a particularly difficult french word out. he was envious of the cute little bow on the front that brushed against the soft skin of your chest, wishing it were his fingers instead, even though they would be anything but delicate.

matt was busy and distracted at that moment. he wasn't understanding anything of what you were sweetly saying even though he had to be the one teaching you the things he had learned 25 minutes before. was it really necessary for you to wear such provocative clothes? doing it with innocence, too. because from your blank look he could tell that you didn't understand the effect you were having on him at all. god, you drove him crazy. he felt his pants becoming impossibly tight and—

“matt?”

your cute lil voice reached his ears, making him finally look up from your breasts as his eyes met yours. he didn't apologize for the distraction, and with a nod he simply signaled you to continue with what you wanted to say. he probably embarrassed himself, but his mother taught him that beautiful things should be looked at.

“i asked if the pronunce was okay” you said with a small giggle, brushing your hair out of your face as you briefly looked back over the book that was on the white table. that made him hum, a smirk decorating his lips. "yeah, absolutely. they're— it was perfect" it was inevitable that he looked at your tits again as he spoke. "it's obvious that further practice is needed, though. but you’re a quick learner, dollface"

the lethal combo of the nickname, that sounded a little too appealing coming from his mouth, and the way he leaned back in his chair and blatantly adjusted his pants — not missing the way your eyes immediately fell on the movement, made you flustered. and his smirk only grew. matt sturniolo was about to fucking ruin you, and he couldn't wait.

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BLACK STOCKINGS ˒˒ 강태현

it's a very delicate game of cat and mouse that you and taehyun play. he pretends that he calls you into his office to assign you more paperwork, and you pretend that you don't test the limits of how short your skirt can be until he notices the lace of your thigh-high stockings peeking out.

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ kang taehyun x fem!reader 𓄷 iηcℓudᥱs 𓈓 none!

genre﹙📄﹚⸝⸝⸝ smut, coworkers to ???, office au

warnings ‎⸝⸝⸝ boss!taehyun, assistant!reader, taehyun kindaa takes advantage of his position, unprotected sex (don’t!), creampie, office sex, a hint of mean dom!taehyun, some manhandling, name calling (slut)

kipo’s note ‎⸝⸝⸝ saw an edit and i just had to make a little (or not so little) drabble inspired by it lmao… i hope you enjoy! all feedback and reblogs are welcome! ♡

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a sly smile played on your face as your boss, mr. kang taehyun, called you to his office. you had walked into the building with a less than appropriate outfit—button down shirt unbuttoned just enough to show your cleavage and skirt short enough that if you were to bend over you would see the lace of your thigh-high black stockings.

you were purposefully trying to catch his attention, and it seemed like your efforts had worked. the two of you had been sleeping together for months now, and day by day you got more and more bolder. you grabbed the folder full of paperwork you were meant to give him and knocked on his office door. you heard a “come in!” from the other side of the door and pushed it open.

“close the door behind you and take a seat,” taehyun said without looking up from the papers he was writing on. you glanced around his office, particularly at the closed blinds on the glass that separated his office from the rest of the building, and walked towards his desk. you dropped the folder on top of the paper he was writing on and sat on the edge of his desk, your crossed legs making your skirt raise so that the lace was even more on display.

you leaned towards him slightly, same sly smile on your face, “you have a meeting in an hour with the shareholders.” taehyun’s eyes trailed up your figure slowly, stopping for a moment at your stockings and the sliver of your thighs that were exposed. when his eyes finally met yours, they were lust filled. a smirk crept onto his face and he laughed dryly.

“cancel it,” he stated and leaned back in his chair, his eyes still on you. “tell them i’ll be busy.”

your eyebrows rose and you tutted, “they won’t be too happy about that…” from the look on taehyun’s face you could tell he wasn’t listening to a word you were saying. he pushed his chair away from his desk and patted his lap. shaking your head and rolling your eyes, you got off of his desk, the “clack!” of your heels sounding through the room as you rounded it.

placing your hands firmly on his shoulders, you lifted your leg over his lap and straddled him. taehyun’s hands came to rest on your ass and his dark hair fell into his eyes as he looked at you. “you think you’re so fucking slick, don’t you?” he asked you lowly, his jaw grinding slightly. you laughed at him.

“you know what? i do!” you smiled as you grinded down onto him, pretending that you were adjusting how you were sitting. his eyes squeezed shut for a moment and his grip on your ass tightened. “but you’re the boss, what do you think?” you added, voice coming close to his ear teasingly.

taehyun hummed, saying nothing as he stared at you for a minute. he then stood from his chair with you wrapped around his waist and pushed you down onto his desk. papers flew off his desk and various pens and books toppled to the ground as you grabbed onto the edge of the desk for support. taehyun’s lips were on yours in an instant, hands at the sides of your head to pin you to the desk.

you wrapped your legs around his waist tighter and snaked your arms around his neck to pull him closer. he moved to push your skirt up and to unbuckle his belt. “i think…” taehyun trailed off at the shell of your ear. he pushed your soaked panties to the side. “…that you’re a naughty slut,” he finished, his fingertips trailing up your thighs and hooking onto the lace of your stockings.

taehyun moved your legs so that they were now resting on his shoulders. you chuckled at him, the laugh lasting no more than a second until you were gasping and gripping his shirt from the way his large cock was stretching you out suddenly. taehyun held your hands above your head on his desk as he pushed in and out of you at a rapid pace.

shallow moans escaped your mouth and you squeezed your eyes shut from the pleasure. the desk shook underneath the two of you, no doubt knocking more things off. “what possessed you to come into the office like this?” taehyun asked lowly, pulling you off the desk. his lips met yours briefly before your back arched and you broke away from him.

“t-this,” you stuttered, looking at him and managing a grin. taehyun shook his head, the corner of his mouth tilting upwards, and pulled you off the desk. he spun you around and then bent you over it, pushing one of your legs up onto the desk. taehyun slid inside you, the new angle making you cry out.

soon, you felt the knot inside you get tighter and tighter until the rope snapped completely and creamy white spilled out of you. you whimpered, head falling into your arms weakly when taehyun’s pace didn’t slow in the slightest. you knew he wasn’t going to stop until he came too.

“shh,” taehyun cooed in your ear as he wrapped his big arms around your waist and pressed you back into him. his skin slapped lewdly against yours and wet squelching sounds filled his office. if you hadn’t just cum, it would’ve turned you on more. “shh, my pretty slut. you don’t want the rest of the building to hear you, do you?”

taehyun’s cock twitched inside you and just as quick you were being filled to the brim with ropes of cum. taehyun moaned loudly and pressed his forehead to your back, lazily stroking into you as he chased his high. the two of you were breathing heavily when he finally pulled his softened cock out of you.

you turned around, a proud smile creeping onto your face, and kissed him deeply. his mouth was stained pink from your red lipstick, which was no doubt smeared. you fixed your panties and skirt, your face scrunching up slightly.

taehyun’s hands found your hips and pulled you towards him, “i should make you walk around with my cum dripping down your thighs.” you just laughed at him.

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Any chance you’ll be updating The Best Kept Secret on the Grid anytime soon?? And if so can there maybe be some focus with Oscar and how well his rookie seasons going? (Podiums & sprint wins etc)??

The Best Kept Secret on the Grid || Part Five

MV, LN, OP x fem!reader Summary: Japan 2023 - the first time both McLarens were on the podium together Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, m x m, foursome, voyeurism, anal, mctwinks. WC: 2.6k F1 Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six

The setting was more reserved than usual for an after party. It appeared everyone was still recovering from the massive hangover from Singapore a week ago. Despite not being on the podium for the first time in forever, the biggest upset of the season, Max had still been more than happy to celebrate the race results with you. 

This week there had been an upset of a whole different kind. Max had been back in his rightful place but it was two McLaren’s that had stood alongside him to receive their trophies. 

You licked your lips at the thought of sinking your teeth into the rookie again. Some people may have hated having the sprint races, but you had the pleasure of the added company on a Saturday night during those weeks.

“Do you think they fuck too?”

Max looked up from the ruby he was rolling around in his fingers and he dropped the large pendant back into your cleavage where he had hung it earlier. “Who?”

“The papaya boys.” He followed your gaze to Lando and Oscar who were sitting close together. Lando’s hand covered his lips as he spoke to the rookie and whatever he said brought a blush to the Aussie’s cheeks and a nervous laugh. 

Max chuckled and drew a hand up your thigh until it disappeared beneath the thin fabric you wore. “Guess we’ll find out. Ready to go?” His fingers reached the juncture of your thighs as your legs parted for him and his smirk grew as he found nothing stopping him from touching your pussy. 

“Stupid question, M. I’m always ready for you.”

Max rose to his feet and the movement instantly caught the attention of the two others who shared the podium with him hours earlier. Lando eagerly jumped to his feet but Oscar was more relaxed as he finished his drink in one go before following. Oscar was always calm and collected, even after his first podium finish in the sprint race before summer break. He was the polar opposite of Lando’s hyperactivity.

“These walls are a little thin,” Max commented as he led the way to the penthouse suite in the hotel. He sent a smirk your way as he waved his key card in front of the door. “Aren’t they, baby?”

“We may have received a noise complaint, or two,” you admitted as you took Lando and Oscar’s hand and pulled them inside with you. “But I’m sure between the three of you you can find some creative way to keep me quiet.”

Max closed the door and leaned against it as his keen eyes surveyed the dynamics between the three of you. He made no move to start undressing, in fact he rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows before crossing his arms. “Hmm, someone’s in the mood for watching us have fun,” you said with a wink his way.

His lips tipped up into a smirk that left your knees weak. “Make it good for me, baby.”

You moved first, grabbing Oscar’s collar as you pressed yourself against him and crushed your lips to his. His hands immediately found your ass, pulling you tighter to him as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

Not one to forget you weren’t alone, you hooked your finger into the necklace Lando wore and guided him closer so you could give him the same greeting. You felt the smile on his lips and when he squeezed your ass you heard his quiet moan against your lips, “Bunda.”

You giggled as you stepped back and decided to see how well the teammates really got along. “Now I want to see you two kiss.”

The way they moved together told you they were intimately familiar with each other and despite being the younger one, Oscar took control. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the pretty scene but you felt Max’s fingers brush your spine as he dragged the zip of your dress down your back.

“I knew it,” you whispered to him as the material pooled at your feet leaving you naked between them. “I knew they fucked.”

Their attention was drawn away from each other and they turned their heated gaze to you, drinking in the skin that had been bared. “We haven’t shared anyone else before,” Oscar admitted with flushed cheeks.

“Relax, mate,” Max chuckled, tracing the curve of your spine with his fingertips until he reached your ass and gave it a short sharp spank. You knew without looking he would have smiled at the gasp you gave. “She’ll show you what to do.”

When he had his first podium in Belgium for the sprint race it had taken the rookie a while to grow comfortable. He was more than up for the night's activities, but was also just content to watch at first and see how Max and Pierre interacted with you. Once he found his place in the dynamic there was no holding back and he had kept you in the throes of ecstasy longer than anyone else. He was always ready to prove he was up for a challenge and tonight would be no different.

“He knows exactly what to do, M,” you purred as you began to unbutton Oscar’s shirt. “I still have wet dreams from last time.”

Max took a seat in the leather single seater, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he watched you guide Lando to the large sofa. The back of the British man's knees hit the edge first and he fell down with a grin, his arms reaching to pull you down with him. 

“I need you both to fuck me, right now,” you shamelessly begged as you straddled Lando’s thighs and sunk down on his cock with a moan. “You don’t know how long I have been waiting for you two to get on the podium together.”

Lips brushed your nape before Oscar’s breath warmed your neck and he sucked at your racing pulse. “You think you can take us both, baby?” His strong fingers caught your throat as he craned your neck so he could kiss you harshly, a clash of teeth and lips as they parted for his tongue.

“Just fuck me already, Osc.”

“Don’t forget to breathe,” he warned.

“Fuck,” Max moaned as he unzipped his trousers and stroked himself at the sight before him.

Your head fell to Lando’s shoulder, mouth open in a silent cry. Your back arched and your unprepared body stretched with a delicious burn as Oscar inched himself inside your cunt, brushing his cock along Lando’s.

“Breathe,” Oscar reminded with a chuckle as he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Breathe or I won’t move.”

You tried to roll your hips but his hold was too strong so you forced a shuddering breath in and out of your lungs. “Good girl.”

Your cunt clenched at the praise and a chorus of deep moans filled your ears as your pussy gripped them even tighter.

“Osc, please.” You buried your teeth in Lando’s shoulder as he begged for the both of you and you were rewarded with the slow, languid rocks of Oscar’s body behind yours. The hands on your hips pulled you to meet each thrust and your eyes fluttered shut at the growing warmth between your legs.

Spreading his legs wider, Lando braced his feet on the ground and began to slam up into you, adding to the already overwhelming sensation of them moving inside you. You were already well on your way to your first orgasm when Lando sealed his lips around your breast and flicked his tongue over your nipple. Fire erupted across your skin and your stomach tightened when you felt his teeth next, a cry of delight quickly being cut off by Oscar’s hand.

“Shh,” he chuckled as he muffled the sounds of your pleasure. “Don’t want another noise complaint, so keep quiet.”

He eased his hand away and you shared a smirk with Lando before you looked over your shoulder. “Make me.”

Oscar snapped his hips forward as he pushed your face into the crook of Lando’s neck. “Two brats, huh.”

Suddenly you were empty as Oscar pulled out and tugged you to your feet, a whimper escaping at the loss of their cocks that had stretched you so good.

“On your knees,” he purred in your ear, pushing down on your shoulder until you sunk into the carpet between Lando’s legs. “Let’s see if you can run your mouth when it’s full.”

Lando’s cock glistened with your juices and he watched as you eagerly wrapped your fist around his thick base and parted your lips for him. The moment you met his ice blue eyes you were reminded of Max’s, the shade so close thanks to their Belgian heritage. The blue was almost swallowed by his pupils and that black hole grew when you teased him with your tongue.

You licked the bead of precum welling at his tip and as when you took him deeper your own taste coated your tongue in a delicious mix that had you humming. The soft vibrations had Lando screwing his eyes shut and his head fell back with your touch.

“Do you ever get jealous?” Oscar asked Max while he palmed your ass and lined himself up with your dripping folds. “Watching everyone fuck your girlfriend? Or whatever you guys are.”

Your eyes burned as Lando gripped the back of your head and bucked his hips, fucking your mouth.

“Why would I be jealous?” Max chuckled, his hand gripping his dick tighter, squeezing out another drop of precum that he rolled his thumb through. “We are all having a good time and enjoying ourselves. Does it matter how it happens?”

You pulled back and wiped your swollen lips as you looked up at Lando. “I don’t think I have ever heard him talk so much.”

Your ass smarted with the smack Oscar landed on it and you bit your lip as you moaned loudly. “Is that the best you can do?”

Lando’s smirk grew as Oscar raised his hand. “Such a brat.”

“Look who’s talking.” Your eyes fluttered shut as Oscar brought his hand down harder on your ass and your body erupted. Waves of pleasure rocked through you and Oscar’s rhythm faltered as he felt your walls tighten around him.

Your cheek fell on Lando’s thigh as you lost the ability to hold your head up while Oscar still fucked you relentlessly, keeping your body in the rush of the high. Your panting tickled the dark hairs on Lando’s thigh and he squirmed as he stroked his length, running the wet tip of his cock over your lips with a smirk.

“Don’t forget about me,” he teased.

Flicking your tongue out, he shuddered as it lapped at the sensitive underside but before you could wrap your lips around him again you were lifted to your shaking feet. 

“Hey, I was enjoying that,” you said with a pout to Oscar as he turned you in his arms and crushed his lips to yours, tongue dominating your mouth. 

“Don’t worry, we are far from finished,” he promised as Lando’s fingers dipped between your thighs to feel how wet you were. Teasingly slow, he withdrew those fingers and held them out for Oscar to taste. Your core throbbed at the sight of him cleaning your essence off Lando’s fingers with a deep hum and a small sound from your lips. 

“You liked watching us, didn’t you?” Oscar teased with a secretive smile and he leaned closer so his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “Do you want to watch me fuck Lando?”

“Yes, please,” you whined with need. 

“But I want to watch him fuck you,” Oscar mused, chewing his bottom lip as he debated the conundrum. 

The throb in your core beat harder at his words and you curled a finger under his chin as you sent him a wink. “Like Max said, I’ll show you what to do.”

You stepped back and looked at Max to see his cheeks flushed pink as he watched you sink back down on Lando’s cock, only this time you were facing away from him. You reached between your legs and dug your nails into his thighs, tugging them open wide as Oscar took a deep breath. 

“Isn’t our little minx clever,” Max chuckled with a proud smile. He had the perfect view of you bouncing on Lando’s cock, your pussy stretched and glistening so prettily. His hand pumped up and down his hard length in time to the pace you set and Oscar knelt between Lando’s legs.

“Fuck, yes,” Oscar exhaled as he stole your arousal to used it to prep Lando ready for him.

You nearly came at the vision of Oscar easing his dick into Lando and the sounds in the room grew louder with each inch until he couldn’t go any deeper. Bracing your hands on Oscar’s shoulders, you used him to ride Lando, both of your eyes fixated on the way you all moved together, him in and out, and you up and down.

Max rose from the chair, kicking his trousers off before pulling his shirt over his head. You lost sight of him as he walked around the back of the couch but you heard him when he stopped behind you. “Lando is a fucking mess.”

Oscar tore his eyes away to peek over your shoulder and a proud smile grew on his face. “Oh, he is so fucked out right now.”

Unable to resist, you slowed down and looked over to see the utter bliss on his face. His eyes were half hooded, his jaw slack as he succumbed to the pleasure you were giving him, unintelligible sounds whispered with dry lips from his panting. Behind him Max was barely in a better state with the vein in his temple pronounced as he overstimulated himself. With one hand fisted his cock and the other combed through Lando’s damp hair, tugging the strands until his head fell further back into the cushion and his mouth opened wider. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned when Lando’s tongue swirled around the tip of Max’s cock. Your legs were quaking and a fine tremor traced your spine as another orgasm ripped through you hard enough to send colours dancing around your eyes. “Fuck, I-I-oh...my…god.” 

Oscar had watched your orgasm take hold and couldn’t help licking the pad of his thumb before pressing it to your clit until you were just as fucked out as Lando. Overstimulated, your legs fell twitching either side of his and jolts of aftershocks pulsed down them. Within seconds Lando cried out around Max’s cock as he came just as hard. 

“Oh, shit, so fucking tight,” Oscar panted as Lando’s orgasm tipped him over the edge and he buried himself as deep as possible before spilling in him.

Max was still trying to hold on, but when you laid back against Lando’s chest and your lips parted with heavy breaths he needed to reach the same high. Pulling out he pumped his fist twice more before grunting as thick ropes of cum splattered Lando’s lips.

“Mhmm,” you hummed happily as you caught Lando’s chin and guided his face to yours. You shared the taste of Max with a messy kiss and his cock twitched where it was still buried inside you. “You papaya boys need to get on the podium together more often.”

Oscar laughed as he fell back on his heels and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “How does next weekend sound?”

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[simpforboys]

daddy’s money

rafe cameron x fem!pogue!reader

summary: rafe overhears someone being rude to you at your job. it doesn’t end well for either of you, but rafe tries to make up for it.

warnings: arguing, violence (a punch is thrown), protective!rafe, sugar daddy!rafe (?!??), fluff, reader can speak spanish (but race or anything isn't described), not proof read

these are based on my personal experiences (love working retail), just minus the punching

the ring of the bell made your ears perk up as you folded clothes.

you began working at amor, a popular clothing shop for kooks of all ages about a year ago. why they hired you, a pogue, was beyond you, but nonetheless you appreciated it.

especially since your manager, kat, loved you, as she came from rags and rising to riches.

you loved your job, being able to wear casual dresses and clothes, as half the store was beachy clothes and the other half was fancier.

“is that y/n l/n?”

you turned your head to see rafe cameron, kook prince. you hadn’t seen him in awhile, his hair now buzzed as he walked with the same prideful look.

you grinned, putting the shirt you were folding onto the table before hugging the tall man.

you and rafe had a thing, as one day he came into the shop you two immediately hit it off.

“did you find everything okay?” you asked, trying not to stare at the attractive man in front of you.

you scanned the shorts and polo shirts he was buying, noticing him smiling down at you. his hair was pushed back with a baseball cap on his head.

“i did now,” he said slyly.

“oh yeah?” you grinned, taking the security tags off the clothes. a heat rose to your cheeks as you bagged his items.

“didn’t realize they had pretty girls working here, y/n.” the man read your name tag.

“i wouldn't say that..." you trailed off, not knowing the man's name.

"rafe, rafe cameron." a cameron, huh? it had shocked you, really. the camerons were all over the news and basically ran figure eight.

"your total is going to be $259.73." you couldn't help but peek as he pulled out his wallet, his gold card practically dissing you as he put it in the pinpad.

you handed him his receipt, feeling electricity as you two accidentally brushed hands. he smiled down at you, grabbing his bag.

"i'll see you around, y/n."

"have a good day, rafe."

you watched as he exited the building, but quickly turned around after he paused. you furrowed your brows as he walked back up to the register.

"can i take you out?"

the rest of the story turned around, but you still kept in touch with rafe until he was on the ship with his father. he never texted or called you back after that.

"thanks for answering me." you said sarcastically, trying to hide your beaming smile. even though you hadn't heard from him, you still missed talking and being around him.

"sorry, mama. things got tough."

rafe's eyes wandered your body. from the way your hair was styled, your shorts that displayed your pretty legs, cropped tank top that showed some cleavage with a hawaiian shirt over it to make it seem a bit more modest, although failing to do so.

"i bet, being a cameron isn't so easy, huh?" you teased, continuing to fold the shirts you had previously ditched.

rafe didn't get to respond before kat came over, cutting off your conversation. "y/n, hay un cliente (there is a customer)."

kat was a very strong person. her family had come from mexico in search of a new life, and kat had quickly picked up the pace as she was able to open up amor. the store allowed her family to move from the cut to figure eight. she was around 5'6, brown hair that looked black in some lighting, with a mole next to her top lip that just added to herself, in a weird way.

"lo veo (i see him)." working at amor, you quickly picked up on spanish (unless you already speak it). kat eyed rafe, before nodding at him and heading back to the fitting room.

"did you find everything okay?" you questioned the man. he was around 40, dressed in a collared shirt with jeans to match. he had a rolex on his wrist, displaying his wealth.

rafe had moved to look at some of the mannequins, staying close by.

the man didn't respond, scrolling on his phone. you pursed your lips together, biting back your tongue as you continued to scan his items. his body language seemed defensive as he stood away from you.

"i like your-"

unfortunately, working customer service you had some rude customers from time to time, especially being a pogue in kook territory.

"just zip it pogue and bag my clothes. and don't try anything suspicious, either."

you were taken aback by his comment.

"don't talk to her like that." rafe had appeared next to the register, his nostrils flaring as his normal blue eyes turned dark. his pupils were blown wide as he stared at the man like he was going to kill him.

"and who are you?" the man scoffed.

"she's just doing her job, dickhead."

"if she was just doing her job, she wouldn't be tryna talk to me. now, who are you? do you even work here?" the man eyed rafe angrily, trying to appear more dominate but ultimately failed. rafe was taller and seemed to be much stronger.

"rafe-" you tried.

"rafe cameron, is that right?" the man suddenly smirked, sizing rafe up.

"i should've known. all camerons are dicks, especially your father."

you saw how rafe clenched his fist, the veins in his hand looking like they were on the verge of exploding.

"but i never expected a cameron to be protecting a pogue, or less a whore."

you gasped as rafe's knuckles made contact with the man's cheek, a cracking sound that could be heard around the store.

"rafe!" you shouted as he shook his hand, trying to not beat the man to unconsciousness.

rafe saw red as he grabbed the man by his collar, dragging him out of the store. "never fucking come back, got that?"

the man, now with a bruised cheek that appeared to have a broken bone, quickly walked off. rafe spit on the floor, walking back into the store.

kat had come running over, the noise causing her to be alerted.

"y/n, what the hell was that?" she asked, her voice thick with an accent as she was fuming.

"he was being-"

"we have a no violence policy. i told you to stay away from that cabrón (asshole)." kat swore.

"kat-" the woman wasn't letting you finish.

"you know i love you, kid. but that was unacceptable."

your lip trembled as your heart sank. you knew what her next words were going to be.

"you're fired, and i want rafe out of the store permanently."

rafe watched the scene, opening his mouth to speak but quickly stopped himself. a tear ran down your cheek as you wiped it away.

"who needs this stupid job away," you mumbled. you grabbed rafe's bicep, guiding him out of the store.

once outside, you let go of him and slightly pushed him backwards. rafe stared at you in shock, his knuckles throbbing in pain.

"what was that for?"

"you got me fired, asshole!"

"you just let dickheads speak to you like that?" rafe asked, an appalled tone in his voice as his mouth slightly hung open.

"yes! i need money, i don't care what gross rich men say."

the north carolina heat radiated off of you two, seagulls squawking as they flew above.

"y/n-" he went to grab your hands but you pulled away.

"i don't have daddy's money to support me, rafe. you just cost me my entire income and home."

your words were harsh as you stared directly into his eyes, a flame ignited in you that he lit.

"listen, okay. i can take care of you."

rafe was trying to remain calm, not wanting to scare you away from him if he raised his voice too much.

"oh, yeah? how?"

"c'mon." rafe took you down to where barry was sitting in rafe's car. the man got out as he saw you and rafe approach, the tension thick.

"long time, y/n." barry nodded his head at you, which you pursed your lips in response and watched as rafe popped the trunk.

inside were cases as rafe opened one, shiny gold beaming off the sun to peek at you. your stomach dropped, looking between rafe and barry who had huge smirks on their faces.

"how did you-"

rafe carefully handed you a piece of gold, watching as you inspected it.

"each one is worth at least 20 grand. we're set for life with these, baby."

you let out a surprised laugh, any feel of anger going away from the sight of all the cases filled with your new riches.

"no bullshit, right?"

"100 percent real, honey. rafe melted it down himself."

rafe gave barry a death glare from the nickname he called you.

"how- where- you know what, never mind. i don't care. you guys are fucking loaded."

"we're loaded, y/n." rafe put his arm around you, bringing you into a side hug as you smelt his dior sauvage cologne.

you grinned, feeling rafe press a kiss to your temple as you hugged him tightly. you ran your hand up and down his muscular back as his hand went down to your lower back.

"so.... are you my sugar daddies?" you joked. barry laughed as rafe rolled his eyes.

"c'mon, country club. we got clients to see."

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Devil's Favours - James March x Reader

summary & wordcount: 4.9K! originally chosen as the party favour for James' Devil's Night celebration, reader is quickly snatched away by James March, who would rather have his own fun with her than let the others kill her.

w a r n i n g s: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! dark fic, dub-con, slight non-con, conflicted reader, sexual confusion, mild gore & blood, graphic descriptions, violence, aggression, bodily fluids, mentions of other real serial killers, smut, rough sex,overstimulation, body worship (reader with greek goddess body type), murder, reader death.

a/n: sorry for this, I'm mentally unwell. not beta read, so if it's horrid and clunky, I'm sorry!!! also, I think this is the last taglist I'll be doing, RIP. It's just such a pain in the rear end, and half the time, it doesn't even work.

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After a long day of travelling, sleep was the only thing on your mind. That said, you were in desperate need of a bath, something relaxing. This was, afterall, a vacation. You twisted the ceramic knob on the hot water, and stuck your hand under it. With a hiss, you withdrew your hand – usually, water took a minute to reach temperature. This one? Scalding hot within a few seconds. Dangerously so. You twisted the knob on the cold side, evening them out until they’d reached a less skin-melting combination, and shed your clothes. You’d only been in there for thirty minutes or so before someone began rapping their knuckles against your door. Persistently. Very persistently.

“Just a minute!” you called from the bathroom, hoping your voice travelled. You reached for one of the towels – meticulously embroidered with the hotel’s logo – and wrapped it hurriedly around your torso. “Hang on!” 

Quickly rummaging around in your suitcase and swearing under your breath that you had packed more, you searched for something to wear. Feeling pressured and running out of time, you settled on a cream coloured silk slip. Hardly modest with your plenteous figure, but the knocking continued and that seemed more important than decency. You hurried to the door, yanking it open with an air of annoyance. The vexation melted away when you were met with a man who looked more like he belonged on a silver screen than he did standing in front of you.

“Good evening.” He said, dipping his head down in a courteous display.

“…Can I help you?”

His lips stayed together, but curved into a subtle smirk. Though it was an unintentional pick; he’d chosen well; your delectable form was as if it was carved by Gods themselves. The look in your eyes told him that you were so alive, so vivacious that any bloodshed that would happen would be akin to art. His eyes were immediately lost on you, exploring your body and face with a fervid fascination. Feeling exposed, you pulled at the silken straps, bringing the neckline of the nightgown higher up on your body. Your cleavage protested, the fabric puckering across the voluminosity of your breasts. 

All this time, he’d been silent, and you arched an expectant brow, wondering just what it was that you were to help him with. This man was… peculiar. From his fancy dressage to the articulate, over-pronounced way he spoke, his idiosyncrasies both alarmed and fascinated you. 

“Indeed,” he affirmed. He’d made his decision; you were the one for the night. And he’d have you, whether you came willingly or not.

“My name is James March — I’m the owner of this impressive hotel in which you now stand.” He paused, expectantly as if that was enough for you to throw your arms up and consent to whatever he was asking. When you didn’t, he added: “I need you to come with me. Urgently.”

You squinted, scanning his motivations. A warm, gentle smile stretched across his lips, framed by his pencil thin mustache. His hand rose, fingers uncurling in front of you. There was something unnervingly come-hither about his gaze. Would he have introduced himself with malicious intentions? Surely not — that could lead to identifying him later on. But he could’ve given you a fake name, perhaps…

Unable to resist his passé seduction and against (likely) better judgement, your hand floated up into his, resting delicately against his palm. His fingers closed around yours, lingering a moment before guiding you out of your room, allowing the heavy door to swing shut behind you. He began leading you briskly down the hallway.

“I forgot my key, wait I –” 

“Worry not, my dear. We’ll have another made for you, should you need it.” 

Should I need it? You thought. Why wouldn’t I need it? Of course I’ll need my key, I’m walking down the hallway in nothing but a nightgown. 

You trodded barefoot down the halls, listening to the sounds as you passed them. The hotel, you noticed, creaked and breathed with a life of its own. Whether the rooms were occupied wasn’t known, but they sounded as if they were.  

As soon as you two got to a door, only a few down from your own, he reached for the handle and instantly, as soon as he did; something felt wrong. Something felt… sinister and the feeling took over like a gelatinous sludge. You tried to yank your hand away but James sternly jerked you the opposite way — back towards him. With a throaty growl, he wrapped both arms around your torso, holding you fast in a steel grip so that try as you might, you couldn’t dislodge yourself from his grasp. His strength proved too much for your feeble, sleepy muscles.

After shouldering the door open, James carried you inside. In a moment of panicked clarity, you tried to peek around and identify anything you could. The stern way that his hand was plastered on your forehead, holding it against his shoulder, you could really only see the ornate ceiling above you.

You took a deep breath, fighting back the tears that burned at the corners of your eyes. This was it. You’d gone this far in life without being mugged, raped, or killed… today was the day it would change. Your track record would end. Abruptly. Terrifyingly. Your chest shuddered with an uneven, hysterical breath. At least he was handsome. No, shut up. That’s not the kind of thought you want to be thinking. 

Suddenly, your body dropped forward and you were spun around harshly, his grip still tight on the fleshy meat of your arms. Then, as though he was a lover and not your soon-to-be-murderer, he eased your back against a wooden chair with one hand, delicately, suddenly concerned with hurting you, like you were some kind of easily-bruised fruit.

“Good girl, sit there.”

At his praising words, your core twinged, tightening. No, no. Stop it. Clenching your teeth, you quashed the thought before it went any further.

His right hand snatched something from a nearby table before holding it proudly, stretching it out for you to see; rope. Unconsciously, your head began shaking back and forth. As the realisation sunk in, your heart rate picked up, thudding against your ribcage.

“N-no, no… no please.”

With the rope still in hand, James got to one knee in a familiar pose. His lightless eyes floated up to yours, staring into them deeply. Now in front of you, his cock twitched within his trousers, a carnal instinct tugging like an incessant child. He brushed the pads of his fingers along the smooth curves of your knees, your calves, your ankles… 

Damn. You – obviously – were a woman with needs, so his feather-light touch awoke something deep within your core again. This time though, it didn’t take you reversing the arousal. The shiny tip of his shoe knocked your feet apart, lining them up with the legs of the chair. She clenched harder.

“What are you doing?” You asked, tensely. “What the fuck are you doing?”

He paused to answer, straightening up. “Securing you, my dear. A struggle is inevitable.”

“What!? Inevitable for what?!”

He didn’t answer. Hastily working, his large but nimble hands wrapped the rope around the smallest part of your ankles, knotting the rope against the chair. Your wrists came next, and those were tied much tighter; the fibres of the rope ground against your soft skin, already causing a burning friction.

With a sudden, powerful pull at the bindings, testing their security, James was finished. He was confident in his knotting, you wouldn’t get away. Humming to himself, he dragged the chair through an archway, into another, much larger room. You were facing a table – it was ornately set with a large contraption in the middle. You recognised it as an absinthe fountain, the bright green liquid in the container seemed to glow. You didn’t want to be a part of whatever this was, even as attractive as that man was.

“Please,” you begged. “Please, I just… I want to go back to my room. Let me go.”

“Let you go?” James echoed in a mockingly high tone. He seemed offended that you’d even desire such a thing. It was a pleasure — a privilege — to be invited to his dinners. “No…. You’re staying with me. Right here.”

He pat your thigh  before moving to the head of the table. For the first time since you’d been brought in, you took a moment to look around, to take in your surroundings instead of him. Immediately, you whimpered in disbelief — met with such a visual that you almost immediately thought you were hallucinating. You blinked away the tears and sniffed, pressing your lips tightly together. 

It was truly bone-chilling to see all of the worst eyes on you. The eyes that had seen the most foul crimes and atrocities in human history were now looking at you; the bound beauty with her sweat-soaked strands of hair stuck to your forehead and fear in your eyes. John Wayne Gacy, Richard Ramirez, Jeffrey Dahmer….

“She’s shakin’ like a god damn leaf!” Aileen Wuornos howled, before finishing off the rest of her beer. She slammed it on the table, the clatter made you jump. She doesn’t want me, you thought. I’m not her enemy. Still, you knew that you’d been sat at a table full of people — true monsters — who even if they didn’t want to kill you, they’d take great pleasure in watching you writhe in agony as the others stole your last breath from your lungs.

Though they were all equally terrifying, you were most horrified by Richard. He sat directly next to James, picking absently at his nails. His sunken, snake eyes followed every move you made; watching you with a hunger that made your skin crawl. Considering the circumstances, it was laughable to say that one made you feel unsafer than the others — but he did. Logically, how he preyed upon women must’ve played into your distaste for him. He held your gaze, peering into your thoughts with a vicious lack of consent, as he behaved with every woman he came in contact with. Finally, he spoke.

“I’ve waited long enough, Jimmy — can we kill her?” He said, sucking something out of his rotting teeth. He made a move as though he was going to get up.

You snapped your head to James, brows knit together in pleading. The visual surprised you. He, like the rest of the dinner party, had been staring at you, but instead of the feral, blood hungry gaze you expected, his eyes had gone glassy. He sucked his cheeks in, deep in thought. Beneath the dark fabric of his dress pants, heat blanketed his groin. You captivated him; the way your precious little eyes flitted back and forth in terror like a deer, the way your pulse thrummed in your neck, beating like a drum. He wanted you for his own — and only his own. Keeping his motives hidden, James stood up, smoothing out the fabric of his suit jacket. 

“No,” he crooned. “No, we can’t. I’m afraid I’ve had a change of heart… this one… belongs to me.”

You jerked your head in confusion, while grumbles of disappointment bounced off the walls. Ramirez said something sickening and Gacy let out a horrible, guttural chuckle. You strained against the rope, somehow trying to put more distance between you and them. James sliced his hand through the air to silence them both.

“Miss Wuornos,” he abruptly purred. “Go find us a dashing young man keen to join our party!”

“Ohohoh…. Lil’ ol’ me? Find a man? I’m gonna’ be frolickin’ in the fuckin’ daisy fields with this one. Be back!”

“Pl-please.” You begged. Your lips parted, allowing desperate promises to fall from between them. You wouldn’t tell anyone, you’d never come back here, you wouldn’t remember anything, you promised, you would never speak a word of this to anyone… You looked to James, who regarded you affectionately, but patronisingly, his lower lip jutted out in a faux-pout. He’d heard all this before, and it was of no concern to him. He’d made up his mind. It was his god damned birthday and he was going to have you all to himself.

Your begging fell on seemingly deaf ears, nobody bothered to entertain you. Your teary, burning eyes flitted to Ramirez, who was smiling his ugly, decaying smile at you, leaning forward in his seat. “I dunno’, she promises, Jimmy… maybe we should let her go.”

You shivered, grinding your wrists against the rope. Anger blanketed you. “Fuck off, weirdo.”

“Who you callin’ weirdo, bitch?”

“YOU!” You barked, straining. “I can smell your rancid breath from here. Had to kill all those women just because none of them would ever come within ten fucking feet of you!”

“Now, now… manners. She’s a lively one, isn’t she?” His mouth bent in a proud smirk, James looked to Richard, who was still bristling from the comment. He really wanted to kill you. Delighted at the fact that James had seemingly given you immunity, you wiggled happily in your chair, fighting the urge to stick your tongue out. You didn’t want to test him, though, and so you remained silent, watching instead. 

Silence was broken as the door opened. With a little thrashing, almost as desperate as your own had been, Aileen shoved a man — couldn’t have been more than 30 — inside. It didn’t take her long to find someone. In fact, it was like she opened the door, spotted him meandering by and dragged him back inside.

The guy noticed you first. Second, he noticed that you were tied to the chair so tightly that red marks on your wrists and ankles had begun to develop. Thirdly, he noticed the others, his eyes drifting slowly and visibly disturbed by who sat at the table. 

“Woah… what the fuck is this?” He asked.

“A good fuckin’ time is what it is.” One of them said. You didn’t care which. Blisteringly hot tears streamed down your face, stinging your cheeks. What were the stages of grief? You felt like you were cycling through them in rapid succession.

“Fucking let me go!” You howled, thrashing your torso back and forth, which did little to relieve anything. With a distressed expression plastered upon his face, the guy looked from you to the other guests and back, before nervously putting his hands up, taking one step back towards the door. “Hey, is she okay?”

“N—!“ James was suddenly behind you, cupping his hand over your mouth, pressing the tips of his fingers hard into your cheek flesh. His lips moved quickly, whispering hotly into your ear. “Hush now, don’t spoil the surprise for him. Let him find out on his own.”

“She’s fine, the hors d’oeuvres didn’t agree with her.” Aileen barked, towing the guy towards the table. She shoved him down into the only unoccupied seat.

“Dinner… is served.” James said. 

In unison, they all stood up. The sound of the chair legs scraping against the floor echoed in your head. Like syncronised swimmers, they all descended upon him, armed with whatever weapon they’d chosen. You hadn’t known the guy, but he had enough sympathy for you to make you cry at what was happening to him. He’d had a life, family… feelings. None of which mattered to him anymore, or perhaps that’s exactly what he was thinking about. Perhaps your entire life really did flash before your eyes before you died. 

You let out a scream that burned on its way out. It ached and tore and ripped its way up your windpipe as the shrill, bloodcurdling sound filled the room. It was louder than his, and louder than the sounds that were currently coming from the gaping, gargling hole in his throat.

Gacy moved from his side, allowing you a brief glimpse. Torn flesh hung from his shoulders and blood had almost completely covered the front of his body. You closed your eyes and turned your head away, rolling your lips inward and biting down. It was fucked up, and you weren't going to absorb any more of it.

“Sweet dreams, my little pet.” James said, in front of you. You turned your head towards the sound, but were met with blackness. 

A dull throbbing on the side of your head was what eventually pulled you awake, forcing your cinder-block weighted lids to peel apart. You looked around; an odd, minimally decorated room. Dark. Your head wobbled as you turned it left, then right, met with the same visual — your arms suspended high above your head, and rope again, at your wrists. You licked your lips and tasted metal. In your blurred vision, you noticed red flecked along your breasts. The ache on the side of your head was more than just an ache, it seemed.

Your consciousness ebbed, fading in and out. Sleep was comforting, the idea of it cradling you in its arms like a baby. You wanted so badly to sleep… just for a moment. Somewhere inside, you heard authoritative voices, advising against sleep. Concussions… sleep… sleep is bad… keep the individual conscious. And so you fought against the cool, towering shadow, turning your head away from nothing in particular. You couldn’t hear anything outside of your own laboured breathing, and the creak of the rope every time you decided to move. Nothing. Not even the muted voices of the monsters. 

Time meant nothing, you lost track of how long you’d been hanging there when you’d finally heard the creak of a heavy door. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly before wrenching them open. You weren’t sure if the crushing weight you felt was the looming weight of death as it shrouded you, or merely the physical strain of your body being suspended for hours. You knew people could eventually die from suspension. Their lungs caved in or something. The tips of your toes barely touched the floor, your big toe grazing the cold, concrete floor every time your body swayed softly.

With your head hanging between your shoulders, your muscles quivered as you lifted it, just in time to see the door in front of you shut. James, standing in front of it, reached for a black leather apron that hung on a hook. Before slipping it over his head, he flashed you a charming smile, pleased to see that you hadn’t expired yet. Reaching behind him to tie it around his waist, he approached you. The light from the wall sconces reflected against the fabric dully.

“Ah, there you are.” He crooned. 

You intended a scream, but could do nothing but whimper. You swallowed repeatedly, a feeble attempt to wet your dried out throat. James drug a single finger along your soft jawline, trailing it down your neck, and along your collarbone. You were drenched in sweat, streaks of it descending your face and neck.

The sudden ferocity in which he gripped your face made it sting, his thumb and forefinger digging into the bone of your jaw. He quirked a brow. You opened your mouth and although your throat was already raw, you finally screamed. You screamed again, angrily, and held his cold, black gaze. Your ragged shrieks filled the room over and over again as you tried, desperately, to wrench your hands free from the ropes.

Regrettable, James thought as his soulless eyes hungrily took in your form as it quivered and thrashed around. You were built like a Greek goddess, soft curves in all the right places, begging to be touched, worshipped.

“Aaaah,” He exhaled, frustratedly.  “You’re almost too pretty to kill.”

“Then — DON’T! Fucking let me GO! AaaarhhhH!” You yanked at the ropes again, thrashing around until a deep pain in your shoulder began to burn. You cried out, letting your body go slack. 

With a deep breath, you mustered up all your strength again, finding every drop of it within your tired body, and leaned forward to scream directly in his face. The result? He was wholly unphased by your screams. If anything, it seemed like he enjoyed them. Each one sounded a little more desperate than the last, and it only fuelled him further.

You decide to try a new, last-ditch tactic. Sore mouth contorting into a scowl, you gathered a mouthful of saliva and blood, hot and irony on your tongue and lunged forward, spitting it at him. The glob hit him square in the face, dripping slowly down towards his jaw.

“What, is it hard to focus?” You croaked. Your words were slurred, messy with the pain of the head wound.  “Didn’t think you’d want to fuck me as bad as you do, huh?”

James’ dark eyes narrowed, the muscles underneath twitching faintly. He had in fact picked you, and therefore had to accept all of your fiery little quips as they came – but that one… that one had caught him off guard. 

“You…” You narrowed your eyes, the fibres of the rope squeaking as you leaned towards him, your lips inches from his face. “…want to fuck me so bad, you can’t think. Look at you. You think your apron hides it?”

With brows raised, James glanced at his groin. Had he really been betrayed by his own body, so early on? Though he felt the warmth and stiffness increasing between his legs, there was no visual indication. James calmly brought his hand to his face, collecting the bloodied spit on his fingertips. With a reticent gaze, he brought them down between your legs, harshly knuckling the nightgown out of the way.

He smeared them roughly on your cunt. Your own fluids. The ones that you had just spit at him. Not only that, but he proceeded to tease your sensitive nerves with his fingers, pulling a confused gasp from your throat. Part of you had been bluffing, you weren’t entirely sure that he had wanted you —

James pulled back an inch to look at you again. Aside from your luscious body, your complexion was mottled with exhaustion, lips dry with fear, hair frazzled and bloody on one side. To him, it was a horrific sculpture of divinity. One that he had created in such little time with such little effort. The perfect, ample curves of your breasts were dotted with crimson, having dripped from the gash on your head. They jiggled delicately with each desolate shake you gave.

With his free hand, he took hold of your round, plush hips, his thumb working the softness like dough. He swung you towards him, pressing the pillowy tops of your thighs to his groin. Quickly, he identified a growing obsession with your body.

He loved it. All of it. In fact, he hadn’t seen a body as marvellously breathtaking as yours since his wife’s. Of course, it had been many years since he’d seen hers in any such manner, so the flames that licked at his desire were deprived, hungry ones. His mouth found yours, lips crushing against yours. His tongue, hot and strong, slipped in and beckoned yours to engage in an erotic dance.

He pulled your body closer, pressing it tightly against his. Though constricted by his trousers, you felt the bulging heat beneath his apron, and rubbed your thigh against it, teasing him. He groaned deeply in response, bucking his hips against you to force friction. After a few moments, James broke the kiss, panting heavily over your tender, swollen lips.

“Pl-please… don’t kill me… please…”

The back of his hand whipped across your mouth, hitting you so hard that the world sparkled when you opened your eyes again. Your face burned with the contact.

“Enough of that now! Say it again, and I’ll do just that!”

The harshness in his voice stunned you. Up until that point, he’d been using his syrupy, serenading voice — the one he had used to charm you into coming with him. Now, he bellowed, an unexpected violence. Silence hung heavy between you as he waited, baited you to beg for life once more. You didn’t speak again, but your sobs continued. 

Finally, his hand dropped between your legs again. Your clit ached, burned with the way his fingers fondled it, but he didn’t stop. Your poor, exhausted body trembled beneath his touch, doing all it could to express arousal. Salty droplets streamed from your hairline into your eyes, stinging as they absorbed.

“Would you rather die?” he asked, suddenly. 

“Wh-what? N-no… I d-don’t want to die…”

“That’s not what I meant, my little ember. I meant… would you rather die than be pleasured? I, of course, can arrange that.”  

You hesitated a moment, but finally, shook your head. 

At this thoughtful confession, James angled forward, plunging a single finger inside of you, past the knuckle. The digit wiggled inside of you briefly, before sliding back out slowly. He held it up for you both to see. “Oh,” he growled.  

His finger was generously coated in clear slick. Your body had betrayed you. 

Wordlessly, he untied the apron, tossing it carelessly to the side – it hit the floor with a heavy flop. Then, those same nimble fingers began unbuttoning and unzipping, until they gripped his rigidness, pumping it slowly for further stimulation. His chest heaved with wanton, desiring breaths as he stared at you, hanging there, with your warm, ample body for his taking. James lined his dick up with your leaking slit, and pulled you harshly onto his cock, showing no mercy for how exhausted your body was. 

Your cunt swallowed his cock whole, hungrily and desperately. His head fell back between his shoulders, a throaty groan coming from his open mouth. He began thrusting, slow at first. The ease of thrusting fascinated him; your body hung limp on the ropes and all James had to do was tug you forward, tug you in the direction he wanted you to go. 

“You know, I’ve never taken a woman like this before - suspended in the air,” he said, breathily. “Exquisite.” 

You mewled in response, snot dripping from your nose. 

Soon, the room was filled with wet, slick thrusting and the thudding sound of his torso as it met yours. You came repeatedly, coating his thick, pale cock in fluids you didn’t even know your body could make. At one point, during a particularly vicious thrusting, a warm, watery liquid splashed down over your thighs. You screamed like he was killing you, though he felt better than any man you’d ever been with, pleasuring you in ways that left you feeling breathless.

Still, your body persisted with its aches. So far, you’d been successful in appealing to his sexual nature, and decided to try again.

“….please…. Let me down… I’ll… d-do anything you wa—

Suddenly, he backed up, pulling the head from your cunt with a slick pop. You panted; fragile, pitiful breaths, barely enough energy to lift your gaze. With his rigid cock bouncing in front of him, James untied your hands, allowing your heavy, enervated body to fall into his arms. You couldn’t help but cry into his shoulder as he carried you to some sort of surface, laying you carefully down atop it. Some streak of mercy had captured him, and you mouthed words of gratitude. Your entire body buzzed with relief, your muscles aching in a funny, tingling way.

James wasted no time in fucking you again; the tip was nearly scarlet, hungry for release. His hand compressed on your soft stomach, pressing down into it to increase the pressure of his cock as it drove deeper and deeper inside of you.

“You know how this ends, my dear.” When he spoke, it sounded far away. But you did. You knew. There was never any end to this besides the one that you’d envisioned fearfully. He leaned to the side, retrieving a small, but very, very sharp blade from a nearby metal table. You watched numbly as James lifted the knife above your neck.

His hips pumped rhythmically, bringing you both closer to the fiery edge of ecstasy. Pulsing veins massaging your silklike insides, and another orgasm galloped towards you. Your body quivered, cold sweats taking over. 

James whipped the knife across your perfectly warm neck, and instinctively, your hands went to the laceration. Bright crimson gushed out from the spaces between your fingers, and you felt a gushy warmth press against your digits. The inner workings of your throat, you realized. The gore of your own body, pressing back against you in its heat. James laid one hand over yours, seemingly just to feel the blood as it spurted. With a deep, guttural moan, his cock twitched inside you just before it released, coating your insides.

She gasped, a wet gurgle. The light left her eyes, gradually, but beautifully. The pulses of blood eventually ebbed to a dull trickle. As his thrusts slowed, he expelled a long sigh – killing both excited him and depressed him. On one hand; it brought exhilaration, delight and sheer unadulterated arousal. On the other however, you only truly got to do it once. Certainly, you could kill a ghost a million times over, but the effect wasn’t the same.

For a moment, James’ expression contorted into one of regret; when you returned in your new spectral form, you’d likely not want to spend time with him. Yet another woman who loathed his presence roaming the hallways, avoiding him. But perhaps, he still wouldn’t mind having you stuck with him for all eternity, if only to gaze upon your perfect form whenever you’d let him. With matching wounds, at that. A true romantic.

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[tomssexdoll]

A Night to Remember

PAIRINGS: Tom 2024 x Female reader

CONTENT: SMUT + FLUFF

SYPNOSIS: Toms birthday came up, yet he forgot it, being too busy with work and working on a new song for his band. Y/N decided to surprise him for when he came home, giving him a well deserved night he'd never forget.

A/N: if you want to be tagged or i accidently missed your tag comment on my pinned masterlist <3

And HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILL AND TOM ❤️

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (riding), sucking d, teasing, etc.

It was Toms birthday, he got up before me to go to work, completely forgetting about his birthday, the big 35. He was working on a new song, I figured Bill would let him rest for his birthday but they were super busy and this single was very important to them.

I took advantage of that though, setting up a surprise for a night he'd never forget. I bought his favourite flowers, simple red roses, it was a bouquet of about 30 roses, all coloured in a deep shade of red, one he'd go crazy over.

I also ordered some loose roses, ripping off the petals and scattering them in a heart shape on the bed. Then I scattered more on the floor, leading out the door, all the way into the hallway and then finally to the front door. I wanted him to feel special, to come home to something he'd never expect.

He knew how much I loved and appreciated him, the things he did and continues to do for me, his massive amount of love for me and the affection he always shows me. I knew it was time for me to give him something he deserved.

Of course I got him gifts, dozens of lavish gifts, not just ones that were expensive and not to his liking. But that was for later. I spent the day shaving, washing my body with scents he loved, doing my makeup even thought it was destined to be ruined and then doing my hair, giving myself sexy, loose curls. Then I added some perfume to my neck, wrists, cleavage, underboob and inner thighs, knowing he'd go absolutely feral when he smelt me.

I placed a bottle of his favourite champagne on the nightstand, grabbing his favourite piece of lingerie. It was a red, lacy thong, paired with a beautiful, red, silky chemise. I put a silky red robe on, sitting in the middle of the rose heart and waiting patiently for him to get back home.

Tom finally pulled into the driveway, grabbing his keys and unlocking the door with a sigh, though his exhaustion melted away as he laid his eyes on the rose petals scattered on the ground. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he followed the trail, anticipation building with each step.

I grinned as I heard his footsteps getting louder, excited to see his reaction to the room and especially me. Pushing open the bedroom door, his eyes widened in shock at the sight before him. Petals lay scattered across the floor, leading his gaze to the heart shapes pattern on the bed, his heart raced as he took in the sight of me, the way the soft light in the room heightened my features and the delicate silk of the robe.

"Hi baby..." I said in a low, seductive tone. He stepped inside, his eyes never leaving mine, the scent of my perfume enveloped him, making his head spin, "fucking hell, you look...", I giggled, "I look what, Tom?" he swallowed hard, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly, "fucking irresistible. You know what you're doing to me don't you.." he took another step closer, his voice low and husky.

"Do I...?" I teased, he nodded, his eyes flickering down to my neck, the to my cleavage and back up to my face. "Your perfume..." he paused, taking another deep breath, "it's driving me crazy..."

I stood up, walking over to him, I untied my robe and let it slip off me, revealing the skimpy lingerie that he loved underneath. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of me, the red lingerie clinging to my curves like a second skin.

He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he traced the edge of the lace, "fuck baby..." he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let me take care of you..you've had such a long day," I reached up, caressing his cheek gently before taking his hand and guiding him to the bed.

I sat down next to him, leaning in and gently kissing his neck. He let out a soft groan, his eyes slowly closing as he surrendered to my touch. He loved how gentle I could be, how caring and nurturing, how I could just what kind of touch he needed, it was a side of me he cherished deeply.

I lifted my head back up and out of his neck, pressing my lips gently against his, my hand snaking down to gently rub his aching bulge, "what do you want me to do baby, hm...?" I whispered against his lips, looking into his eyes.

He opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a low groan, he was so tired, his eyes drifting closed again as he savoured the feeling of my touch, he needed me to take care of him, to make him forget about the stress and pressure of his day, I always seemed to awaken a hunger within him, "I want you to suck me..." he murmured, his voice muffled by my lips.

"Okay baby...okay.." I smiled and got up, slowly lowering to my knees and getting in between his legs. I lifted his shirt a little and started to unbuckle his belt, letting the leather slide out and tossing it aside. I then moved to his pants, he lifted his hips to help me remove them, his breath growing heavier.

When his boxers were revealed, a little stain of pre cum appeared, I smirked and looked up at him, "someones excited.." he looked down at me with heavy lidded eyes, his face flushed with desire, "mhm...all for you.." he mumbled.

I reached into his boxers, grabbing his aching cock and setting it free, it throbbed urgently, needing any sort of attention. "Just let go baby..." I looked up at him, slowly pumping his cock.

His head fell back slightly, groaning lowly in his throat. His hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, his knuckles turning white as I slowly jerked him off. The sensation of my warm hand wrapped around his hot flesh was exquisite, he pushed his hips forward, silently begging for more.

I decided to stop teasing him, lowering my head and slowly taking him in my mouth, gliding my head down to fit every inch. The sudden warmth and pressure of my mouth enveloping his cock was almost too much to handle, he threaded his fingers through my hair, holding me in place as he began to thrust gently, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

"Fuckkk...." he groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as I picked up my pace, bobbing my head up and down, sucking his cock hard and fast, making sure to occasionally swirl my tongue over his sensitive tip everytime I came up.

"Yes yes yes...." he gasped, he was lost in the sensation, his vision blurring as I sucked his cock with intense ferocity. The sound of my lips popping off his cock and the feeling of my tongue drove him wild, he could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm approaching rapidly.

"Take it all..fuck.." he growled, his fingers tightening in my hair. Saliva started to build around my mouth, dripping down my cheeks and onto my chin, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of my throat, making me slightly choke.

The sight of me choking on his length only spurred him on, his hips bucked forward as he neared the edge. He could hear my muffled gagging sounds, feeling tears dripping down onto his cock. I only went faster, urgently wanting him to cum.

His chest heaved intensely, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as his cock desperately throbbed in my mouth, his grip tightening on my hair as he reached his peak.

With a loud grunt, he pushed my head down, fucking my throat with relentless force as he reached his climax. His cock pulsed and throbbed, shooting rope after rope of thick cum down my throat, holding me in place, making me swallow every last drop.

"Ohhhh fuckkk..." he groaned, absolutely breathless. I wiped my mouth, standing back up and climbing onto his lap, pressing my lips into another gentle kiss, letting our tongues explore each other.

His hands gently stroked my hair as he held me close. For a moment, his dominant personality melted away as he looked at me with soft, loving eyes. "I love you..." he whispered against my lips, I smiled brightly and pulled away from the kiss, resting my forehead against his, "I love you too.."

I started to trail kisses from his chin, to his neck, gently sucking on the flesh. He tilted his head, giving me better access as I peppered his neck with tender kisses, pouring all my love and passion into the small kisses. He loved how gentle and loving I was, how I treated him with such care and adoration.

I stood up, slowly taking off my lingerie, completely bare, showing off my nude body to him. I stalked closer, "you want me to ride you baby, hm?" I smirked, his eyes darkened with lust as he looked at my body, his gaze travelling from my face, down to my collarbone, waist and finally to my hips. He nodded slowly, his voice hoarse, "come here baby..."

I wasted no time and climbed back on his lap, his cock rested against my stomach, already ready for more. I hovered over his throbbing shaft, slowly lowering myself onto him, "mmmh..." I moaned softly, holding onto his shoulders as my pussy engulfed inch by inch.

He closed his eyes and threw his head back, savouring the feeling of my warm, wet pussy. He ran his hands over my hips and ass, gripping tightly as I started to ride him, "fuckkk princess.." he groaned, thrusting his hips upwards to meet my thrusts.

His grip on my hips tightened, digging his fingers into my skin, guiding me up and down his cock at a frenzied pace. He groaned loudly, his eyes rolling back in his head, "fuck, fuck, fuck! Ride me harder, FUCK!" he spat out the words, his voice rough with desire.

I grinned and picked up my pace, slamming my hips up and down, his tip ramming into my g spot and hitting my cervix brutally, long strings of loud moans leaving my mouth. He grunted with each bounce, his face contorting with pleasure, "so fucking good...so tight and perfect.."

The sound of wet flesh slapping against each other filled the room, mingling with my harmonious moans and his feral grunts. His breathing grew shallow, his body tensing up as his climax built up,

My tits bounced wildly with each vicious thrust, he groaned and grabbed my tits, stuffing his face in them as he thrusted into me erratically, his powerful thrusts overtaking me riding him. I let him take control of the moment, it was his birthday after all.

I held onto him tightly, scratching at his back as a knot started to form in my stomach, "fuckkk!" I whined, moaning as I felt his lips suction my nipples, occasionally grazing his teeth over my sensitive buds, "these tits...they're mine, all mine," he growled, feeling my pussy clench around his cock, driving him into a state of insanity.

He could feel me squirming, hear my desperate whimpers and it only made him more determined to make me cum all over his cock, needing to feel my clenching pussy again. "Cum for me...cmon baby.." he murmured, reaching down in between my legs and furiously rubbing my clit.

This only heightened the pleasure, my eyes rolling back as my orgasm rapidly approached, "SHIT!" I yelped, my legs trembling as my release crashed down, spilling my juices all over his throbbing length.

With a loud groan, he exploded inside me, his cock pulsating as he unloaded a massive load of his cum deep into my spasming pussy. He gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as he emptied himself completely, "FUCK! Take it all baby, take every last fucking drop!" his chest heaved rapidly, basically gasping for air.

He fell back and dragged me with him, holding me tightly against his chest, "good girl...such a good girl.." he murmured into my hair, breathing in my scent.

After we both calmed down I peeked my head up, "happy birthday.." I whispered, capturing his lips into a gentle kiss, "thankyou baby, this was perfect, really..you always take care of me, I love you so much..." he smiled softly, caressing my back, his hands moving in a slow, steady rhythm.

tags: @ballhair @bills-wife-1 @ella1289

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El Tango de Mihawk (Dance Series)

As promised, although arriving much sooner than anticipated and only half beta-read (apologies, but over-eagerness wins again). Warnings: dancing, flirting, danger, peril, kissing, touching, pining, prior relationship hinted, enemies to lovers.

Word Count: 5,223

Masterlist here.

Song Suggestions: Tango de Roxanne, La Cumparsita.

Arm hanging loosely within the crook of the young marine’s elbow, you took in the incredibly intricately decorated large, circular room. It was not difficult to feign wonderment; your eyes widening, a gasp falling from your parted lips and a coy cock of your head as your eyes danced around the room.

It seemed almost too easy for you to swipe an invitation at the bequest of the marine to attend as his date. As soon as your mischievous, scheming eyes fell to the advertisement plastered to the notice board; you knew the opportunity for finery-theft was too great to pass up. Feigning a stumble, you fell within the open arms of the marine who blushed at your praises of heroism. Fingertips dancing over his cheeks, a small flutter of your eyelashes, and spoken words of: “how could I ever repay such a valiant sailor?” had him baited and hooked as your prey for the evening.

He was old enough to know better, but ill-seasoned in the art of feminine flirtation and suggestion. Just how you liked your prey: pretty, dangerous and ill-prepared to handle your advances.

After purchasing your evening dress and lace adorned masquerade mask for you, you knew this night was to hold much more thrill than the average night of petty theft. You were simply itching for the loot the evening would have in store for you.

White and red roses hung loosely like vines cascading down the white pillars, candles thrust within the arrangement and lit with flamed wick to create a romantic atmosphere. The fragrances whispering upwards to your senses was of the tart bubbly champagne, the softness from the florals and the subtle perfume you dropped on your neck, chest and wrists. Oh, how you adored the rich. You adored them even more when you claimed their wealthy treasures as your own, adding to your hoard of finery with objects that shimmered and glowed.

The first item of the night was the ribbons of pearls clasped on the neck of the wife of a seasoned marine captain. You managed to obtain an introduction, feigning innocence in attempting to rise the rank of your date for the evening. Charisma, charm and innocence was the part you played; always the coy flatterer and encourager. Once you felt the clasp of the brass hook behind the woman’s neck within your fingers, it was immediately unhooked and fell within your skilled and feather-light hand with neither care nor acknowledgement from their prior owner.

As the music began, you twirled with a smirk; placing the beaded sea-gems within the crevices of your cleavage to fall slowly between the mounds of your breasts. Once established within their home for the evening, you allowed the marine in the attempt to sway his body with yours. This appeared to be the first time this particular nameless gentleman has ever graced a dance floor, his fluster adamant in his movement.

The orchestral arrangement of pieces thus far was mainly waltzing and an odd foxtrot falling within the air to paint it with their artistry. Your body had been trained by your mother for years to gather the confidence and skill necessary to surpass her abilities to steal and burgle your way up to the higher class; dance falling as a necessity to obtain such a goal.

Rings, bangles, necklaces, tie-clips, a small wad of berry; child’s-play to follow after the first item with similar ease. You even managed to snag a small switch-blade on the belt of one of the marines, much to your delight. The only hinderance halting your less-subtle advances on fine material was a small feeling that your maneuvers were not as discrete as you would like it. You felt eyes. Eyes watching, waiting in the wings and ready to pounce. As you spied a large diamond ring, you halted your advance as the burning eyes scorched your fingertips.

Seeking their origin, you would subtly gaze from the corner of your eyes to search them out; never locating their source. You would huff your chest, readjust your mask and plaster a false smile on your face to gaze in feigned awe up into the eyes of your date in lieu of your prize.

Feigning a small lip bite and praising his dance moves, you finally managed to trace your fingers atop his gold marine pin of honour, effortlessly removing it without the notice of your date; rolling it against your inner palm before stooping to lay your hand against the brush of your hip to fall the small object within the open back of your dress. The opening was high enough to be tasteful, but low enough to gain ease of access with one of your many hidden pockets.

You had three major points you had managed to place upon your person for ease of concealing your many finds: your bag attached to your left hip, the crevices of your breasts down into your cleavage, and a small bag above your hidden daggered holster on your right thigh.

Every good thief has their specialty weapons. Your father used a blow-dart with toxins to paralyse their victims, your mother used a sword: both options you would prefer to steer clear of for agility and the thrill of the chase. Toxins were too easy, swords were too bulky: throwing knives were a perfect fit for you.

After the completion of one dance with the marine, he bowed lowly to you and offered to retrieve refreshments on behalf of you both. You bit your lip, a large sigh falling in thanks with more slow and deliberate eyelash kisses in thanks and encouragement had that similar light blushed pink once again gracing his cheekbones and upper ears. After he turned to walk away, you felt your character slipping in joy of the ease the role took to you; a smirk tickling the corners of your lips.

“Too easy,” you whispered in a light sigh, rolling your shoulders back and rotating your neck to relieve the tension. At the lull of your neck, you felt the familiar sensation of being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck prickling to attention at the unwanted gaze, with the skin elevating behind them in subtle bumps. Slowly dragging your feet around the floor, your toes raking deliberately against the polished marble, you attempted to find the owner to the unwanted attention you seemed to snare.

You raked your sights around the room, first falling to the orchestral ensemble as they once again made to equip their instruments to begin their melody; before your sights fell onto the silver-haired Vice-Admiral, Garp. He was engaged in deep conversation with another higher up amongst the marines. Your mind was screaming: “Danger, Danger. Do not approach,” yet as soon as your eyes dropped to his platinum and gold-plated pocket watch; your mind was immediately persuaded to halt all warnings eclipsed by desire to obtain the item.

Eyes glazed, you began your approach from the rounded dance floor to only feel the inner arch of both of your elbows clasped within the talon-like grip of unfamiliar and unwelcome hands. Your breath hitched, back arched outwards as the familiar and dangerous oaken-fragrance of the person behind you overwhelmed your senses before his voice cut through the silence.

“One wrong move, vixen,” he uttered in a low tone, “and I’ll reveal you to the masses.”

“Dracule Mihawk,” you whispered in a small hiss, your lips curled into a small grimaced snarl, “why are you here?”

“I could ask the same of you, little thief,” you felt his signature taunting smirk rise up within his bored tone, prompting your scowl to deepen further atop your brow. He tugged at your arms, your body responding by laying your back flush against his bare torso, his lips falling to tickle his wine-scented breath against the outer shell of your ear.

“I see you have come chaperoned this time,” he whispered into your ear, your eyes darkening beneath your ornamental mask concealing the upper half of your face, “how very clever of you.”

A small growl fled from your lips as you continued to hold your sights forward, lulling your head to the side to reveal more of your neck to him.

“I’ve learnt from my prior mistakes, warlord,” your scowl turned into a small smirk, unwrapping your right arm from his tight grip by circling it around itself; raising your arm behind your head to trace the outer neck of the broody swordsman behind you, dragging it slowly downwards.

“So it should seem,” his voice taunted you, allowing your small gesture to fall against his skin; your fingertips dancing in a small brush down towards his collar and torso.

He twirled you to face him, your hips swaying against his guidance as the silent hall gathered to couple up for the next musical interlude. Your gaze met with his honey-coloured eyes, his finely manicured facial hair rising against his lips as his smirk broadened to meet your face.

“Here is what’s to happen,” he uttered darkly, his smirk dropping as an air of dominant superiority fell in its stead, “you are going to return all of these items to these fine people,” you huffed out an exasperated breath, “and you are going to leave.”

“And should I refuse?” you challenged him, angling your chin upwards in defiance. His lip curled upwards into a frustrated snarl.

“I will have no choice to reveal you,” he informed you, arching his face down in a stoop towards your own. You hummed at him, tilting your head and swaying it innocently.

“Reveal what, exactly?” your coy smile returning to your lips, batting your eyelashes up at him with a small air of confidence, “I have done nothing wrong, and I have a formal invitation at the hands of my young chaperone.”

The warlord’s hand clasped firmly against your lefthand hip, grasping a handful of your flesh alongside the satchel containing some of your hoard. A small whimper fled from your lips at the unwithheld gesture, eyes immediately fleeing from his hunted and accusatory gaze to search the room for your date; praying he wasn’t watching the interaction.

Mihawk chuckled, leaning down further into you; yourself feeling small under his dominance as your back again arched away from him. The musicians began their open-stringed tuning of their instruments before the lectern was tapped by the conductor with their long, steel rod.

“As uncooperative and stubborn as always, I see,” he smirked down at you as the conductor began to tap the introductory beat against the wooden frame, “then I shall simply have to rid you of the items myself.”

You twirled from his grasp, your back arched as you stooped low with your hips swayed to the sultry arrangement; “you may certainly try, swordsman.”

It had been years since the Mihawk had first laid his eyes on you, and you had blossomed beautifully under the guidance of your parents. You had just reached the cusps of adulthood, your abilities as a thief had only began to be explored in the field where he first saw your flirtatious advance of some decrepit and disgusting marine with his travelling hands making you uncomfortable.

Of course he felt hooked to free you from the cusps of the uncomfortable exchange; and the price he paid for such a valiant feat be the relinquishment of his berry clasped within his leather-bound wallet. Only one small kiss was paid against his cheek in the exchange for it, without his knowledge of being parted from the object in the first place.

Your youthful and innocent eyes were what snared him then, but your sultry and tempting expression is what captured his attention now. Challenge rose within the chasms of the broody warlord’s chest, a small rotation of his shoulders rid him of his inhibitions, as he raked his feet along the ground to engage you in this dangerous dance of flirtatious conquest.

His hand reached for yours, outstretched and demanding rather than requesting your own. You smirked before tracing the palm of his hand with a dance of your fingertips to claim it; his hand firmly wrapping his digits around your own with haste and confidence in response.

This was not the Mihawk you remember. The valiant saviour, the all-too willing to draw his blade, the desire and eagerness to win your heart and hand was long since fled from his demeanour: an overly confident, arrogant and almost bored gentleman now rose within the shell of such a man. A dangerous man. A man who was purchased by the World Government in the stead of leading a life of piracy.

Twirling your body within his own and falling back to press chest to chest, your senses were once again filled with his signature cologne; a scent he had not changed in all the time fallen between you. The oaken undertones, the smoky and oceanic middle and the almost sweet floral hint enchanting you as he held you so tenderly pressed against himself as he engaged you in dance.

His curled, raven locks shorter than they once were, his moustache and beard grown and shaped into a fine art piece atop his face; and he had you cornered as a predator would his meek prey. His guiding hand found the small of your back, cradling your body firmly against his as he swept you throughout the circular hall to the seductive and tantalising music. His hand travelled once again to your left hip, thumbs tracing the outside of the material flush against your thigh.

“My, my,” he commented with his smirk once again gracing his lips, “so many fine additions to your hoard today,” his hand dipped against the leather satchel, expertly unhooking the clasp from your hidden girdle and falling the bag to your knees, “it may even cover the berry you took from me all those years ago.”

Your lips formed into a small pout as he gathered the satchel within his open right palm, twirling you to place the bag on an empty table framing the dance floor before turning you both to the centre of the room again.

“But that was such a long time ago,” your breathy gasp was laced with a slight sarcastic whine as you allowed him to continue leading you through this dance with danger, “surely the amount of berry has been recovered by now.”

“No, no, little thief,” he cooed at you his left hand falling to your right thigh and drawing your knee over his left hip; raking his broad fingers against your exposed flesh to draw closer to the concealed blades, “in fact, the interest gathered alone from your theft has left me in complete ruin.”

“You will not take my arms,” you firmly stated, Mihawk twirling you to the rhythmic swell of the melody.

“I will take as much as I desire for your ill-cooperation, vixen,” he taunted you, fingers tracing lower to fall to your thigh as his breath tickled your neck in a seductive taunt.

Eyes widening, Dracule Mihawk teased the circular daggers from your holster one by one and expertly threw them silently to imbed within the rose-covered pillars within the room.

You breathed out an air of irritation, your snarl once again rising as you warned him; “then you will also take my fury, alongside my revenge.”

“I am simply quivering in anticipation, vixen,” he chuckled darkly, lips trailing over your jugular as he toyed his index finger against the outer ring of your final throwing blade. Your eyes fluttered shut against his adventurous touches, arching your back to press your torso into his own as he breathed in the subtle florals of your perfume.

His mind became foggy from the thrill of the hunt, you falling so easily into the role of prey to his pursuit. The vixen and the hawk: both as dangerous to one another without having one truly triumph in their battle of victor. He was now winning, and he was relishing in such a victory.

Your prized daggers, now effortlessly disarmed from your body, now became a part of the scenery surrounding the dance floor. Your breath haltered in your throat; now not having a failsafe method to protecting yourself, you felt you had no choice but to allow Mihawk to continue prying your treasures from your body.

Annoyance fell to your face, committing the landing points to memory regarding your blades as Mihawk dropped your thigh back to fall your feet to the floor. Both of his hands now raked slowly from your shoulder blades down to fall to your hips; his right hand locating your bag on the righthand side above your holster.

“Clever again, vixen,” he praised you in a small, sarcastic purr, “you thought I wouldn’t frisk your dominant side again in my search.”

“Truthfully, Lord Dracule,” your addressal caught his attention, his yellow eyes snapping back to your own, “I did not prepare myself adequately to receive such attention from your travelling hands.”

His hands faulted in his retrieval of your secondary pouch slightly; just a whisper of hesitancy before he continued on his journey of ridding you from your lifted wares.

Necklaces, rings, bangles; everything the wealth of the evening you could’ve brought home to add to your hoard was now collected from you within the sultry dance Mihawk was guiding you through. The swell of the music in addition to the dangerous aura he engulfed you within had you set on a slight disadvantage. You needed something to even the odds, something to bring the control back to you as you held it for the majority of the evening.

His eyes fell to your cleavage, noticing the glimmer of a pearl beneath your brassier. Floating his eyes beneath his dangerous, dark eyelashes, back towards your own; he made to reach his hand down into your chest to retrieve the fine item. You immediately broke from his embrace as you spun away from his direct withdrawal of the object from your breasts.

Stalking and calculated in his approach, he circled himself behind your back; drawing your left hand to thrust delicately and horizontally within the air. He trailed the ghost of his lips along your forearm, your eyes flittering shut under his flirtatious advance.

“I will not leave here with less than what I arrived with,” you whispered your warning to him, his lips now falling to your outer neck.

“Then by all means,” he flicked your hair to fall over your other shoulder as he continued to circle your body, “retrieve your daggers and be on your way,” trailing his lips down and firmly clasping your right hand within his own and turning your wrist to face the inner, soft flesh to the chandelier above, “if, that is, you can find them.”

He drew his lips down to press a tender kiss against your inner wrist as the character you adorned for the night began to truly slip away; the smirk beneath his moustache rising more of a hateful blush to your cheeks as he continued his flirtatious tirade of insults with his words and actions. You wanted to stab him with something sharp, something that hurt for the embarrassment he was pulling to best you. Having no such blade upon your person would make that feat all the more challenging, but truly delicious should you pull it off with success.

He again drew you to himself and danced you around the floor in slow and calculated strides, his smirk not once falling from his controlled face; relishing in the knowledge that he had bested you truly. His eyes once again were drawn to your cleavage, the ribbon of finely beaded pearls once again within his sights as he decided this time to dive his face within your breasts in lieu of his hands.

Shock would be the first emotion to fall against your face, your innocent character behind the masquerade mask the only thing keeping you firmly held within this dangerous game of cat and mouse; or hawk to a vixen. As his lips fished out the pearled end of the long piece of ribboned ornate string, your hands instinctively fell to the back of his neck to hold him in place.

But what was that your fingertips brushed? Was is a solid bayonet clasp holding a priceless metallic necklace against the chest of the warlord; a warlord currently distracted by his own task within your breasts? Why yes, it appears it was.

Stampeded by the will to not leave this arena of seductive taunting empty handed; you ushered any inhibitions away from your mind as you convinced yourself to once again thief from the warlord in front of you.

Immediately, your fingertips expertly pried the clasp open with ease; you holding the chain in place beneath your palms and feigning freight beneath the swordsman’s ministrations, as his teeth reclaimed the lengthy necklace shamelessly from within your breasts. He unlaced one hand from behind you to collect the necklace from his mouth, his eyes holding his gaze as piercing as the hunter’s arrow against your own.

You danced your eyes between the two of his, glancing down briefly to meet with his lips as he completely withdrew the necklace from his slacked jaw. Sensing a slight shift in your emotions, his eyes narrowed to seek out the source for the shift.

“What are you playing at, little thief?” he asked you with an air of dangerous caution, “you’re staring at me like you’ve won, whereas I am clearly the victor in our little charade.”

Immediately, you dropped your right hand from the back of his neck to fall onto his cheek; caressing his bearded skin within your palm as the other held fast to the clasp around his neck.

“You have won this round, my lord,” you confirmed with him, ushering his face closer to your own, “now allow me to present a reward for your victory.”

You drew him truly downwards, cradling his face within your right hand as your parted lips captured his own. Where once was an innocent kiss parted onto his cheek in your youth, this amorous exchange felt like opening a tabbed chapter of a long-since neglected novel. Mihawk’s breath was stolen from his lungs as you held his lips fastened in a dance of passion against your own; your own heart beginning to swell as he reciprocated the tryst of your lips.

As he leant further into the kiss, his shoulders stooping as his hands wove around your shoulders to dip you in a low arch perpendicular to the floor. You almost felt bad for the way the chain around his neck fell so easily into your hand beneath him. The gold cross, now clasped firmly within your left palm, was to be your prize for the evening. Your hoard of trinkets worthless against the excitement this item brought to you.

The musical decrescendo began to dip, informing the two of you, and the other dancers on the circular floor, that the melody had come to its conclusion. Unbreaking the kiss, Mihawk rose you from your dip and nudged your chin with his own; his tongue darting out to brush with your own briefly before retuning behind his lips as briefly as they opened.

Not truly desiring the moment to end; you rewove your left hand, which now clasped Mihawk’s neck-chain and cross within it, behind his neck to hold him firmly to yourself. Your lips opened to pry more of himself against you, his gasped breath again claimed by your unwithheld ministrations. Eyes closed, you tilted your head and drew your torso completely flush with his as you stood on your toes to bring yourself fully flush with his chest.

The warmth radiating from his open shirt, the heat pouring from his skin was enough to hold your attention captive entirely. Mihawk again arched your back to chase your lips with his, unbreaking and unwavering in intensity before he closed the exchange of romance by withdrawing his lips from their proximity against your own.

“My, my,” he teased with his hawk-eyes half-hooded as he gazed at you, “what a reward that was for my efforts, vixen.”

You sighed against his teasing, your heart almost breaking for what you were about to depart from the ballroom with; but not enough to halt your strategic withdrawal.

“I will take my leave then, warlord,” you curtseyed low, the cross within your palm concealed by the gathering of your dress out to the side as you dipped in respect; a curt bow of his own with his feathered hat falling to your view.

“Until next time, little thief,” he rose from his bow as you did from your curtsey, “enjoy wallowing in your own pity as I relish in my victory. May you win the next round.”

You bit your tongue, opting to not give yourself away from his taunts while fighting the blush his voice drew out of you. Desperately hoping to never see him again to keep his golden cross all to yourself; while hopelessly longing for another chance to best him and greet him with an embrace had your heart racing, judgement clouded and eyes glazed.

“May our next meeting arrive sooner than the time parted between our first meeting and our now,” you offered him a warm smile, “I do miss your charming face and your way with words, Mihawk.”

“Flatterer,” he purred at you, before clicking his boot heels together in a curt tap while turning to rejoin the gathering of warlords and representatives of the world government.

Opting to not seek out your blades, nor locate your chaperone for the evening; you immediately danced yourself away to withdraw to the shadows of the event. Raising your right hand up to fix your mask in place, you located the nearest exit from the venue: a large arched doorway with glass panel windows on a white frame. The roses hung low from the tall arch, ivy and baby’s breath sporadically placed in lieu of the candles.

This was not the large entrance you originally entered through with your young chaperone, but the ally entrance to the finely and meticulously maintained labyrinth of green hedge-ends.

You paused, turning one last time towards the dance floor to seek out the warlord with your sights. Upon your eyes tracing the floor to meet your sights with his form, you were immediately met with the piercing yellow-eyes you were craving; he, too, seeking you out to set his eyes on yours once more before your departure.

Lips parted, a small quivered tremble in apprehension and pity fell to your face as the valuable metal remained secured within your left hand. You raked your eyes over his neck to the place his cross was once hanging, noticing how truly beautiful you found his statuesque physique.

Unfortunately for you, his brows furrowed at your sights dancing on his skin; his chin dipping, his jaw hanging slack as soon as he found vacant space instead of his inestimable necklace. Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes widening as he snapped his sights back to your face.

Anger. Pure and unadulterated fury fell to his face, prompting you to shy backwards through the archway while holding his burning gaze.

The first time you bested him with your thievery, he only noticed what was taken from him as he made to purchase a pastry from a nearby bakery on his journey retuning to the inn he’d purchased for the night; finding vacant space where his wallet once was. He was angry and upset then, he was enraged and his fury burned brighter now you remained behind to witness it.

Seeing no other option, you scurried immediately to your feet as you stampeded towards the entrance of the labyrinth; the moon the only illumination for the dark emerald and navy hues of the circular leaves. Tunnelling through corner to corner of the confusing muddle of gravel, dirt and shrubs; you continued to swiftly barrel through the winding road to seek out the true exit to the maze.

Not a sound was uttered, the music far from your ears within the large ball-room not travelling far enough to grant you the pleasure of its company. Your breath picked up in hitch as you panted against the hasty retreat, your body propelling to the centre of the maze; well lit with domed fire pillars with an ornate marble table at the centre.

Five openings surrounded the table: one you just exited from, alongside three options to trap you in your doom and one to throw you into your victorious freedom. Your head bobbed frantically between the options as you debated which path to fall your feet towards. Finally choosing for the path closest to the north; your steps were halted as a knife was thrown to whistle past your eyeline and imbed itself within the cement, torched pillar beside you.

“As you have learnt from your mistakes, vixen,” his voice relayed in an agitated tone under the cover of darkness, “I, too, have learnt from mine.”

“M-Mihawk,” your voice wavered in your throat as another blade cut through the air beside your head to imbed itself lower in the pillar.

“You stole from me once,” he taunted from the shadows, “made me out to be a fool,” another blade whispered it’s sharpened edge against your cheek, not quite making contact but enough as a warning, “I despise looking to be anything less than what I am.”

“And what are you, Lord Dracule Mihawk?” your own agitation drawing itself to your brow.

“I,” he began, stepping into the light of the central area in slow and steady strides, “am the consequence you have brought upon yourself this evening.”

His feathered hat atop his head danced within the whispered wind, his eyes hidden beneath it as you stepped back to fall your lower back against the marble top of the circular table.

“And what such consequence must I prepare myself for?” you asked him with a pointed tone, “turning me over to the World Government would be low, even for you.”

He hummed a small shadow of a chuckle within his throat, tilting his head up to grace your vision with his yellow-eyes; wild with a sadistic joy above his smirking mouth.

“Turn you over?” He approached your body, raising his left hand to caress your cheek while his right sought out the blade clutched within the palm of your left hand, “such a simple solution for a complex vixen. I hardly see that as a fitting consequence for your crime.”

You swallowed a dry breath, your body screaming as you were finally captured within the talons of the mighty warlord of the sea. His fingertips brushed a stray hair behind your ear, the pad of his index finger toying at the ribbon clasping your masquerade mask close to your right eye.

“I am going to work you hard to settle your debt, little thief,” he informed you in a low whisper, his fingers trailing to the bow unifying your mask against your face, tugging on it to fall the laced object from your eyes, “from this day and all to follow, you are mine.”

[ghxst-kun]

"Aww, man!"You hear bakugo hiss from the floor. "This always happens!" he cursed, standing up.

You try to breathe as quietly as possible but you knew it was useless.

Katsuki had great hearing.

He turned around at lightning speed looking right in front of your face.

"Y/n?" He asked.

"Shhh! Keep it down! I don't want the others to know I'm in here!" You whispered, putting your hands over his mouth.

When he nods, as u finally remove ur hands from his mouth and let them drop to ur sides

You did your best not to look down and admire his half naked body.

"Why are you in here?" he whispered. "Were you spying on us?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"NO! The girls wanted to pull a prank on you guys but I ended up getting stuck in here!" You explained desperately.

"Oh!" he sighed, smiling a little. His face soon dropped. "So...did you hear everything then?" he asked, looking down a little and blushing.

You were way too aware of the lack of room in the closet. You was an inch away from being pressed up against bakugo body and it was driving your mind a little wild. Your imagination was going crazy with the possibilities. You were finding it hard to concentrate.

"Not everything…" you said, wanting to tell the truth but not wanting to sound like you listened in on purpose. Even if you did.

"Fuck. I'm sorry, Y/n" he said, a little desperately.

You watch him, confused. What was he apologising for? He still looked down, away from you and he suddenly punched the wall beside him.

You flinched as a bunch of equipment fell off the shelf and landed behind u guys. He jumped forward to avoid u getting hit and ended up flush against You

"You're really close" You whispered, feeling his hot breath against the exposed skin on the top of your chest.

His head was still facing down and his lips were millimetres away from your cleavage. Your closed eyes, trying not to think bad thoughts. He was your best friend. You are not supposed to be in love with your best friend. He was probably in love with another girl.

Your heart was pounding and you could feel your skin getting slick with sweat.

"Y/n" he said, barely more than a whisper. You could feel his lips brush ur skin.

You couldn't help feeling like the room got hotter. You felt a fire spread through your body, rushing through your veins until it pooled at your lower belly.

His head rose until you were face to face. His eyes were hooded and his lips were close enough to kiss.

"Katsuki?" You asked, feeling the whisper of his lips against your own.

"What did you hear?" he asked, his voice deeper and raspier

"I heard you talking to Kirishima about a girl and then you guys all arguing...and the other stuff" you blushed, thinking about katsuki saying he was bigger than Kirishima . You swallowed, trying to dispel your bad thoughts.

“So you don’t know who I like?”he asked, squinting his eyes to assess you.

"No" you sighed, and paused before adding "I'm sure they’re wonderful though…"

You looked down, unable to meet his piercing gaze.

"Why d'ya say that?" he asked.

"Because any girl that you like has to be wonderful. Just like you" you said, sadness seeping through your voice.

"Yeah.. They’re pretty wonderful"

"Well I'm sure they feel the same way and you can get married and have kids. Have the perfect life. You wouldn't need me anymore..."

"Man, I think about havin' kids with them all the time" he said, moving his head so he whispered it in ur ear. You shivered. "But you're wrong. I'd still need you"

"W-Why?" You spluttered, feeling urself go red.

"'Cause they'd need their mum and I'd need my wife." he said cockily, drawing his face away from your ear so he could watch your reaction.

You immediately blushed more than before and spluttered.Your heart was running a mile a minute and you felt the familiar heat settle between your legs.

Before u could think about it any further, he kisses you.

It was a little hesitant at first, like he was worried you was going to push him away, but as soon as you responded, he pushed back with a renewed passion, as if his whole body was overwhelmed with the need to kiss you.

It was like he had caught on fire, he moved his lips against yours in a frenzied passion, not wasting any time as he pushed you against the wall behind you and let his hands wander, not caring about the equipment he knocked to the floor.

Katsuki was actually kissing you. Did that mean you was his crush? It must be, right? He practically told you they were going to get married and have kids. You was pretty sure if he asked then you would say 'yes' immediately to either suggestion.

U moaned, unable to keep it in when realised that having kids with katsuki would mean having katsuki.. seemed to take it as a good sign because he pushed further into you, pressing his body flush against urs so that u could feel his thick erection pressing into u.

U gasped as bakugo took the chance to push his tongue into you mouth, tasting and pressing his tongue against your own. He tasted like gunpowder. That was the best way you could describe it; warm and smokey just like his smell. It turned ur legs to jelly and, if katsuki had not grabbed roughly onto ur hips, u would have collapsed in a puddle in the ground.

The shuffling of feet outside only made katsuki pause for a minute, stilling his lips against urs, before he continued again. Obviously deciding that kissing her was more important than being found out. U couldn't disagree, and u found it flattering that he felt the same.

Luckily, no-one entered as Katsuki’s hands wandered from ur hips, pushing under ur shirt until they rested on the bare skin of ur side, his thumbs skimming the undersides of ur breasts.

Your heart was pounding against ur chest, your breath hitched when He pulled away to look at u with hooded eyes.

"Y/n," he moaned, before he ducked his head to kiss ur neck. U raise ur head to give him better access, shivering as u felt all of his burning kisses.

You weren’t exactly sure how they had gotten to that point but you was just about ready to rip ur shirt off when Katsuki started tugging at it. He only paused his hot kisses for a moment to throw the material away, taking a minute to groan at the sight of ur breasts only clad in a lacy bra, before he pressed his lips against u again, taking advantage of the newly revealed skin by kissing his way over the top of ur chest.

You grab tightly onto his back, so tight u swore u must have dug ur nails in, but neither of u noticed as Katsuki’s hands slowly made their way to the back of your bra.

"Shit wait Katsuki~!" You cooed, forgetting that they should probably be quiet considering their surroundings.

He deftly unhooked ur bra.

"Shit, y/n. You're even hotter than I imagined." He groans, watching ur chest intensely, as if he was trying to memorise it for a later date.

Before u could even reply - or question the fact that he had imagined u naked - he had dipped his head down to take one of ur nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it experimentally until u gasped. He used a spare hand to play with ur free breast, pinching and moulding it until u were finding it hard to contain ur moans.

He pressed u further against the wall and grinded against u, swearing at the sweet friction it created. Just as he was about to buck against u again, u wrap ur legs around his waist to get closer together. It was so worth it when u felt his hard length rub u again.

"Ah! Katsu! So good!" You cried, hardly able to make fully formed sentences.

Head clouded with lust, you pulled one hand from his back and snaked it around his front, slipping it into his boxers to explore the one part of him u had never been able to touch before. He hissed as u wrap ur hand around him, moving his head away from ur breast to press ur foreheads together. His eyes were scrunched shut and he let a gasp out as u gently rubbed up and down his shaft.

Before u knew it, bakugo was pulling off ur shorts and diving a hand inside of ur panties. You gasped - unsure whether it was because of the shock or the pleasure - as his hot fingers found ur clit and started gently massaging it.

"So warm," he moaned, moving his face so he could give u a lingering kiss. "Fucking Wet," he said, as he slid his fingers along ur slit, trying to find ur opening.

You was desperately clutching onto both his back and his erection, moving ur hand faster so he could feel just as good as he was making you feel right now.

You bit back a cry as his finger finally slipped into ur entrance. It was new and strange but it felt so good and when he starting moving it in and out u had a hard time remembering what u were supposed to be doing.

"So good," you gasped as he let another finger slip inside you. "So, so good!"

He started moving his fingers fast, teasing ur clit with his thumb.

"Come on y/n." He demanding, curling his fingers until u let out a quiet scream, "Fuck. You need to come."

You weren’t sure if it was his demand or the way he kissed u - hard - after, but it u shattered instantly, Katsuki swallowing your whimpers as u came on his fingers.

U could still feel his hard, throbbing erection in ur hands and u knew u were far from done. You needed him. So bad

[girlgroupshots]

Christmas Kink - Day 1 (RED VELVET Joy)

pairing: joy x reader rating: T for some suggestive themes summary: Santa Sooyoung wants to know if you’ve been good this year word count: 501 consider buying me a coffee if you enjoy!

“Have you been good this year?”

The question caused your throat to dry, your mouth flapping like a fish out of water for a moments. It wasn’t just the sultry voice that sooyoung spoke with that had your stomach in knots. The santa dress she was wearing had your eyes falling out of your head and your heart racing in your chest.

Her shoulders were bare, the top of the dress settling on her chest. Meanwhile the skirt ended high enough to be presentable yet still expose her delicious thighs to your view. You didn’t remember Santa looking like this in any of the movies growing up.

“If i knew that this is what Santa looked like I would have eaten my vegetables more often.”

Sooyoung laughed, smile spreading as rose-colored cheeks dimpled. She took a second to compose herself before doing a strut, one tempting leg placed in front of the other as she walked towards you. Her hips swayed, the skirt moving to and fro as she did so. It was practically a sensory overload with your eyes having trouble figuring out where to focus first.

“Does that mean you’ve been misbehaving?” she asked, her voice sultry as she got back into character.

As she drew closer she reached out, her finger tapping under your chin. Sooyoung bent down so she was eye level with you; simultaneously giving you a view of her luscious cleavage. A manicured brow raised, waiting for your response as her finger moved to stroke your cheek. Usually, Sooyoung was the playful fun

“D-do I get a present if I’ve been good?” you finally stuttered out.

“Of course. But only if you’ve been good,” her finger traced your collarbone, eyes briefly darting to your lips. You swore there was a moment of hesitation as she took her own bottom lip between her teeth for a second before letting it go, “There are no rewards for those on the naughty list.”

“That’s a shame. I don��t think my girlfriend will be getting anything then…Ow!”

You instinctively rubbed your arm at the feeling of a pinch on your skin. Despite very clearly being the perpetrator of the sudden act, Santa Sooyoung looked at you with an innocent smile. And she was the one deciding who was misbehaving?!

“I heard your girlfriend is the sweetest and kindest girl around,” Sooyoung hummed.

“And prettiest,” you added.

“And prettiest.”

“And sneakiest.”

“And sne–” she stopped short and gave you a look. Clearing her throat she continued, “This isn’t about her. This is about you. Now…”

Sooyoung took your hand and moved it to her chest, allowing you to squeeze and feel the soft breast hidden beneath her red outfit. You could feel your neck flushing and skin growing hot just from that simple act. It was no secret you were weak for her in every sense of the word and she knew it. In that sense, the answer to her next question was obvious.

“Do you want your gift?”

[justsescape]

How to tease Just: boobs; huge, bouncing tiddies

"Another day, another inch added to my bust... I swear some degenerate's been lacing my food with a serum again!"

A tattered bra strap dangled from Asuka's clenched fist. This was supposed to be the last one she ever would ever need -- or so she was told. It was just as tall as her; string it between two trees and it could nearly serve as a hammock. But even such an outlandish garment had its limits in the face of her explosive growth. The once-frilly cups now had holes punctured in them, almost as if precisely aimed cannonballs had sought their destruction. Such damage was an increasingly familiar sight; her closet was packed to the brim with similar casualties. This bra was just the latest in someone's perverted campaign.

"Ever since I moved everything into this new dorm, my chest has grown from huge to damn near grazing against my toes when I stand!" Asuka let the bra fall to the floor in a heap. Not that she could see its remains; she hadn't been able to see the ground in front of her in months. "My knees ache, my back aches... these things are just so unbelievably heavy!"

Asuka's body was slender enough for the fashion runway -- save for her utterly gigantic breasts, which teardropped away from her torso until they dangled in front of her knees. Every step she took knocked them about like playground tetherballs; nipples occasionally lengthened enough to graze against the carpet below. But perhaps what was most ridiculous was their sheer roundness. Physics had all but given up on containing her, leaving her breasts to not just sink downward but to blimp outward until her body's width rivaled her height. Consequently, her cleavage was easier to measure with a meterstick than a ruler.

"Nnnngh... these rashes are killing me," Asuka moaned, reaching down to rub at her reddened underboob. The constant impacts they took from her legs were soothed nightly with a hot bath and a full glass of lotion. "At least they're not around my nipples today. I can barely even reach those..."

The simplest of tasks had turned into brutal, laborious ordeals. To tie her shoes, Asuka would sit on a stool and heave her overdeveloped boobs up on to the kitchen counter before twisting herself to the side and lifting her feet up. To get through doorways, she would reach her hands down, grip the sides of her massive tits, and push them together like she was squeezing a spring. Any kind of car ride was out of the question; she could still fit in the back seat, but her inflated breasts rose up into the rear-view mirror and obscured the driver's view.

"They bounce around so much also! Like, my damn shoulders hurt just because of how much they jiggle!" Asuka's delicate fingers dug into the sides of her breasts. Surfacing veins spread over pristine pale skin that turned pinkish as it approached her trashcan lid-sized areolae. "Ugh! You know, I wouldn't even mind dealing with all this if someone would help me with them, an-"

Asuka's tirade of complaints halted in an instant. Her eyes widened; her cheeks bloomed red. Enough words had spilled out of her that, eventually, the truth was unearthed. Those words now occupied the space around her. At least, that's how it felt. They were so oppressive in their presence that it was like they were standing right there next to her.

"Mmmmngh... f-fine, so I wish I had some help with my boobs," Asuka admitted, crossing her arms over her preposterously humongous bust. "Th-that doesn't mean... th-that I like being this big..."

[daddyhausen]

Hi!!! Yay for requests being open 😁

Could I please request a smutty Hangman please. Maybe falling into bed together after the first date?

Please and thank you!

• falling asleep on a stranger — hangman adam page •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { hangman adam page masterlist }

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{ summary } — they often say you should not fuck on the first date, but adam’s presence was simply to intoxicating for you to resist

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } car sex, road head, mild drunk sex, oral sex { male + female receiving }, throatpie, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms unprotected sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex

{ word count } — 2.5k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x hangman adam page

{ genre } — smut

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{ beta readers } — @allelitesmut + @legit9thlunaticwarrior

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the ambiance of the quaint little italian restaurant left you with a mild flirtatious feeling. yet you could not be so sure if it was adam’s presence before you or the glass of red wine stirring a commotion of arousal in your belly. the date had been going well so far, adam had been a gentleman throughout the night, treating you like a queen despite this being the first time you two had met officially. the night was spent getting to know each other, likes dislikes etc… typical first date things.

the restaurant lights held slight pinkish, almost rose gold hue that accentuated adam’s stoic, almost god-like features, the contours of his face seemed sharper, more masculine and handsome than you thought humanly possible, his golden curls, almost looked strawberry blond under the lighting, tied back into a sleek bun, letting a loose ringlet fall by his left temple, one of which he hastily tucked behind his ear

the blues of his irises glowing that of the blue irises that decorated the footpath leading to the restaurant. his gaze never leaving yours, not for a moment, even in silence as you tried to continue your story, getting flustered by his soft stare. in his gaze twinkled the slightest bit of lust, although you could surely be mistaken, thinking that the wine was to blame. adam still held that same lustful gaze, deep blues concentrated on your lips, scanning down to your cleavage, although the little black dress you wore surely left nothing to the imagination, yet his gaze never felt insulting or demeaning, it was as if he was admiring your body, that of what he could see anyway.

“you’re staring again, cowboy” you reminded him with a playful smile, adam blinked out of his trance momentarily, although how could he not stare with the way your breasts filled the thin fabric of the dress, pushing up against the sleek satin, just about ready to burst out at a moments notice.

“what do you expect me to do when i got the most beautiful woman sittin’ right in front of me?” he remarked flirtatiously, mirroring the same playful smirk as you, nursing the glass of whiskey, stirring the glass against the table, downing the rest in one gulp, never breaking eye contact in the process

“oh you flatter me” you waved your hand slightly in an exaggerated manner, mocking royalty with your gesture as adam took your hand gently, holding it in his palm for a second, letting his thumb run over your knuckles, admiring just how small and petite your hand looked in his, how well it seemed to fit.

“i ain’t lyin’ when i say it…” the silence that fell after was not awkward, it felt rather comfortable just gazing into his eyes, hoping that the feeling you felt were not just that of intoxication. your belly swelled with arousal just at the sight of him. clenching your thighs tightly together underneath the table in hopes to try and quell your lust. just before you were able to piece together a response, adam’s voice broke you out of your trance

“shit…it’s getting late…” adam glanced down at his phone momentarily, breaking apart your hands, much to your dismay. you responded with a solemn “yeah” glancing down at your own phone to see that the clock had just ticked past 10:30pm. the restaurant would surely close soon, but you definitely did not want the date to end just yet.

“i’ll drive you home…don’t want a pretty lady such as yourself walkin’ home all by herself at this hour…if that’s alright with you?” adam’s offer seemed apprehensive, almost afraid that you would reject it and the date would end there and then. you offered him a small nod in acceptance, smiling softly as you watched adam’s muscular chest fall with a sigh of relief.

he held out his hand, awaiting you to accept, which you did graciously. he led you to his car, opening the door for you, a gentleman as always, even buckling up your seatbelt, your bodies felt so close in that moment, his chest against yours so much so that you could practically feel how fast his heart was beating against your skin. you thanked him kindly for the gesture, giving him the directions to your house before eventually beginning to drive.

he looked so concentrated, your gaze fixed on him, something about his posture was so arousing, the way his hands wrapped around the steering wheel, how his fingertips tapped against the leather in almost silent thrums, you only wished for those fingers to fill you up, feel him roam between your thighs, have his hands and tongue explore every crevice of your body, to touch him, to taste him, to feel every inch of him giving you such euphoric pleasure.

“adam…” you mumbled, although it sounded more like a whimper in the cowboy’s ears, a sound that made him hard in his jeans. he turned his attention to you in his peripherals, noticing how tight you’d clenched your thighs together. never were you one to be so reckless and impulsive with things like this, especially on first dates, but adam had this way about him, something that made you want to abandon your morals and better judgement, even if it was only for one night.

“yes, darlin’” the sound of the newly acquainted pet name rang through your ears, only drenching your panties further as you shuffled in your seat desperate for friction.

“i can’t wait…” you leaned over him slightly, palming his already half-hard cock through his jeans. the cowboy gave a soft grunt, trying his best to focus on the road and not on the impure thoughts that raced through his brain.

“i need you…” your whimpers became too much for adam to handle. the cowboy relaxed into his seat, keeping one hand on the steering wheel, the other beginning to unbuckle his belt.

“then you can have me…” he freed his cock, the appendage throbbing against his palm, thick veins littering his impressive size, the tip leaking with pre-cum, glossy against the skin.

you leaned down, offering a small kitten lick to his tip, adoring the way his breathing changed patterns even from the slightest touch, you pressed on, kissing his tip, feeling him grow fully erect against your lips, licking hot stripes up his shaft, a hand caressing the base of his cock, watching him for a change in demeanour. feeling satisfied with your work for the moment, you admired his cock, how big it was, how aroused he had become in the space of a few minutes. continuing with small kitten licks just to tease him

“c’mon now, darlin’ don’t tease me like that” his voice was low, a small chesty rumble rang through the confined space of his car.

“but it’s fun” you playfully tease him, quickly wrapping your lips around his shaft, taking the entirety of his length down your throat, holding yourself there for a moment, letting his hand fall to the back of your head for stability, fingers weaving through the stands of your hair.

“oh shit-“ he muttered through gritted teeth, feeling your cheeks hollow around his shaft, immediately beginning to bob your head. his fingers slowly starting to massage your scalp, a subtle way of thanking you for the pleasure he was receiving

adam tried his best to keep his gaze fixed on the road, but he could not help but let his eyes stare down at you from time to time, loving the way your lips worked around his shaft, how you managed to suck him off with little to no resistance from your throat.

“fuck darlin’ i don’t think i’ll be able to drive for much longer if you keep doing that” adam grunted through a deep throaty moan, knuckles painted white with the sheer grip he held on the steering wheel.

“then pull over…” you pried your head up for a moment to respond to him. a slight pop sound rang throughout the car as you pried to lips from his shaft, wiping the spit from your chin momentarily before instantly going back for another taste. he managed to find an empty alleyway in a desolate side street, away from any potential onlookers.

“i know it ain’t the most romantic place but fuck- i need you so bad darlin’” adam turned off the car, now finally being able to give you that attention you need and frankly you very well deserved. adam glanced down, finally able to watch the way you sucked him off, how you seemed so intoxicated with his cock, how you sat on your knees, pretty ass just peeking out from underneath your tight little dress. he undid the ties to your dress, pulling the thin string that held the top part together, watching the way your breasts fell out from behind the fabric, how your pierced nipples grazed against the denim of his jeans. he surely would have never expected such sultry jewellery from a seemingly innocent woman such as yourself

“you suck my cock so well…i ain’t gonna last much longer-“

adam’s sentence caught in his throat, feeling his first orgasm of the night wash over him, his hot seed filled your throat with little objection on your part, pulling off of him and swallowing his warmth, thankful to receive his cum, you kissed him, a small way of thanking him, he tasted himself on your lips, moaning into the kiss as his large palms, fell to your breasts, kneading the soft flesh.

“back seat…i need to taste you”

you obliged, crawling your way into the back seat, making sure to give him a full view of your ass as you did so. you pried up the skirt of your dress, beginning to trace delicate circles against your clit, the sensitive nub shielded by your soaked panties as adam began to strip himself. you sat there for a moment in complete bliss admiring his sculpted body, as he threw his clothes into the passenger seat.

he nestled himself between your thighs, your scent so sweet, he could practically feel the heat of your arousal radiating from your cunt, he gave a small glance in your direction for approval, one of which you happily obliged with an enthusiastic nod. before he began, he leaned up slightly, placing another sweet kiss to your lips, smearing the remainder of his cum against the petal shaped buds.

he dove in without hesitation, prying your panties to the side with his teeth, his tongue roaming around your void, sucking and nibbling at your already swollen clit, he let two fingers fall down, spreading you sweet folds, before sinking them deep into your cunt, loving the way your walls tightly gripped around his digits. his free hand remained on your breasts, tightening it’s grasp as he played and plucked your nipple piercings

“oh fuck…” you whined, hips moving in sync with with fingers, effectively fucking yourself on them. you felt adam smile into your cunt, wanting to take his time with but also wanting to ruin you then and there.

“adam please-“ your cunt quivered around his fingers, his tongue flicking your sensitive pearl with such speed you felt as if you’d release them and there.

“need to make you feel good, darlin’” he sucked your clit before pulling away with a pop, freeing his fingers from your void before lightly slapping your cunt, your body jolted with pleasure, already so overstimulated as he resumed the pleasure.

“adam! it feels so good…” adam increased the speed of his fingers, yet keeping his tongue to slow, methodical strokes. you whined his name through breathless moans, cumming around his fingers, feeling him moan into you as he sampled your sweetness. you almost felt bad for ruining the upholstery of his car seats. he did not seem to care that much.

“fuck…” he grunted, the sound drawn out as it left his lips, he stared down at your dripping cunt, adoring the way it pulsed around him, still so desperate to be filled, how a small sheen of sweat coated your skin, already so fucked out yet he’d barely just begun.

he reached into his car’s glove compartment, a box of condoms rested inside just in case of occasions such as this one, he pulled one out before you stopped him.

“no” you spoke breathlessly, almost in a daze, cock-drunk and so needy for him. adam gave a small exhale, still holding the condom, he returned to you, pressing his forehead sweetly to yours, remaining still for the moment.

“are you sure? i can always put one on just in case-“

“no adam…it’s okay…”

adam offered you a small kiss to your forehead, placing the condom back in the box and closing the compartment. he positioned himself between your thighs, lining his cock up with your entrance. he pressed his lips to yours, slipping himself inside you with ease. he felt you moan against his lips, arms instantly wrapping around his neck, keeping his gaze fixed on you.

“don’t be gentle, i wanna feel every inch of you” you encouraged, playing the the fallen strands of blonde curls that fell in front of his eyes. he gave a small nod, persisting with a rough thrust, one that made you whine in ecstasy. and feel every inch of him you did.

adam’s movements were relentless, yet calculated, every thrust he gave hit you in just the right spot, sending your body into overdrive with pleasure.

“you feel so fuckin’ good, darlin’. if i could keep my cock buried inside you forever, i would”

you leaned up, kissing him with such intense passion that he almost halted his movements. he was enthralled by your presence, how intoxicating your body was to him, how beautiful you were, how good you felt around him, adam was in complete awe of you.

you peered down, watching the way his cock filled you up to the brim, the way you could see the thick outline of him in your stomach, you were completely in love with the sight.

“adam…i’m close-“ you were on the verge of tears, already feeling them prick your waterlines, adam was a quick thinker, peppering delicate kisses to the tops of your eyelids as a way to soothe you momentarily

“so am i, darlin’” his breath was featherlight against your skin, moving up to press a longing kiss to your forehead “…can i?”

“cum inside me, adam…please”

he obliged, wrapping your legs around his waist, keeping him hooked to you as the distance between his thrusts substantially decreased.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck-“ he groaned through clenched teeth capturing your lips once more as you spilled around him, your sweet cunt pulsing around his cock, bringing him to his own release. he pumped his hot seed deep into your void, keeping himself buried deep until he was certain you’d accepted every last drop of him.

“fuck…you were amazing, darlin’”

“as were you, cowboy”

the both of you got dressed in a comfortable silence, as was the ride back to your apartment. he was still the gentleman you’d come to know, despite absolutely ruining you mere moments prior, offering to walk you back to your apartment.

before parting for the final time you turned to him, planting a gentle kiss to his lips.

“hey adam?” you questioned, watching him turn back to greet you

“how about you stay the night?”

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[moirasdolly]

just wanted to know if you could do anything with a zarya x plus size reader or brigette x plus size reader? i don’t care about plot nor if its nsfw or not! thank you!!!

˚ ⋆ﾟ୨୧ Gym Princess ୨୧ ˚ ⋆ﾟ Zarya x Fem Plus Size Reader

Synopsis: It's not everyday you see such a dreamy, pink-haired woman at the gym. You find your gaze constantly wandering towards her while attending pilates classes, and when you run into her (literally) you find yourself wanting to get to know her more.

Contains: Lots of fluff <3, fantasizing about Zarya picking you up lol, Zarya being a hit handsy, kissing

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Every Girl Gets Her Wish - Saint Avangeline

Notes: This was my first time writing for Zarya so I kind of didn’t know exactly how to characterize her ?? But I had this idea in my head for a while for her, so I’m glad you requested. I hope you enjoy it 🎀

Sweat pooled on your furrowed brows as you tried to follow along with your pilates instructor on exercise number—whatever you had lost count already. It was clear you were coming close to the last exercise, you could hear it in the overly cheery motivational tone she was using. It was supposed to help, but you couldn’t help but let irritation bubble up inside you. You were tired and all you wanted to do was go home and take an icy cold shower, change into something comfortable, and lounge around for the rest of the day.

After 5 more minutes you had finished your last rep of the day and as everyone was visiting with each other, that’s when you first saw her. She stood tall with bright pink hair that was hard to miss. You observed her stacking weights upon weights on the barbell she would be using shortly. It seemed like she never stopped adding weights, and you wondered if she could really lift that much in one go. Judging by the muscles in her arms, she could lift that and more. Heat rose to your cheeks as you envisioned how easy it would be for her to pick you up and toss you over her shoulder like you weighed nothing, her strong, veiny arm would wrap around your plush thighs to keep you safe and secure.

You were essentially undressing her with your eyes when her gaze settled on you. Her eyes flickered down to take in your full figure before wandering back up to lock her gaze on to your own. You wanted to look away, ashamed of being caught, but you just couldn’t no matter how you tried. Your attention was only torn off of her when you heard that familiar cheerful voice ringing out in your ears from the side. Your instructor had pulled you towards the rest of the group to discuss the next class. Miss pink hair would just have to wait, you thought to yourself.

After a quick discussion and confirmation of the next class you bid everyone farewell and you were about to leave when you saw a glimpse of the tall woman you were fantasizing about earlier. A baby pink, tight, activewear jacket hugged your curves in all the right places, and underneath you were wearing your favorite matching sports bra. Cute clothes helped you work out better, or at least that's what motivated you at the gym, who knows if there was any real logic behind that. Feeling a bit bolder than earlier, your fingers played with the zipper before pulling it down slightly to showcase your cleavage before making your way to the exit. Her eyes met yours once more and you flashed her a coquettish smile on your way out. You couldn’t wait for your next class.

-

The second time you saw her, she was working on her legs this time. Her shorts rode up as she situated herself at the leg press. With every rep you felt more and more enchanted by her strength and you wished for her to demonstrate it on you. Thoughts brewed in your mind at an alarming rate, and you heard a distant voice calling to you. The distant voice turned out to not be so distant, and it was indeed your instructor telling you the rest of the group had already moved on to the next work out. Embarrassment was one way to describe how you felt, but you couldn’t bring yourself to dwell on it, because your thoughts just lingered back to the mysterious weight lifter.

-

The third time you saw her, it must have been fate that you finally crossed paths because you were just coming in when she was leaving for the day. You shot her the same saccharine smile you directed towards her the first day you saw her., and peered up at her through your lashes as you crossed paths. Unfortunately for you, your foot had caught on the mat you were walking over and you lost your balance. A small squeak left your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut and prepared yourself for the harsh impact. The impact never came though. Instead, you felt a strong arm wrap around your soft waist to keep you upright. Strong and fast reflexes… You made sure to take note of that as your eyes fluttered open to find the pink haired woman staring back down at you. “Careful next time.” Her thick accent permeated every part of her sentence, and you found yourself thinking it made her infinitely more attractive.

She slowly made sure you were stable again before sliding her arm away from you, apologizing for handling you so abruptly. “Oh no! Don’t apologize please, I should be apologizing for making you go out of your way… Thank you…?” You pause slightly, realizing you don’t know her name. “Aleksandra.” She spoke simply and you gathered that she was a woman of very few words. You return your name to her before thanking her again profusely. “You caught me like nothing, I’m surprised.” She tried to suppress a chuckle, but it came out anyway, and you decided it was a sound you wanted to hear more often. “A girl like you is nothing to me. Easy to handle.” She chuckled again as a smile appeared on her face. You averted her gaze as a warm flush grew on your face. With your hands clasped in front of you demurely, you shook your head slightly. You knew she was probably telling the truth based on how much you had seen her lift the first time you saw her, but your mind still told you you were less than easy to handle.

You were snapped from your thoughts when she placed a heavy hand on your shoulder, letting it trail down to your upper arm. “You’re cute like a bunny, so sweet.” She says bluntly, drinking in your soft features once more. Suddenly you’re aware of your less than desirable attire as she nearly undresses you with her eyes. You had opted for some old t-shirt and sweatpants that did absolutely nothing for your figure, but you didn’t think you would be seeing the weight lifter again so soon.

“You flatter me…” You finally mumble out, trying to keep a steady voice. Truthfully you had a bit of a schoolgirl crush on Aleksandra and you were basking in the glory of her cute little compliments. You could tell that she knew what she was doing, she knew exactly what effect she had on you.

With a dismissive wave of her hand, she just insisted that you were the cutest girl she had ever seen. You were sure your cheeks were flushed and giving away your flustered state, but Aleksandra seemed to love the way you were reacting to her. Eventually she had offered to walk you to your car since to your dismay you really did have to get going. She plucked your gym bag off of your shoulder and placed it on her own as if it weighed as much as a pillow, and your eyes widened in surprise. You knew she could easily lift something hundreds of pounds heavier, but the ease in which she carried your bag made her incredibly attractive.

“What a gentlewoman!” Your melodic tone was music to her ears. She could listen to you speak all day, she didn’t even care what you would talk about as long as she got to hear you.

With a chuckle she glanced down at you as the two of you walked to your car, “It’s not right to make a lady carry her own bag.” She said it as if it was the most matter of fact thing in the world, and you couldn’t help but giggle at how earnest she was. Once you had made it to your car a pout was itching to make its way on to your lips at the thought of having to part ways with her. Even though the walk was quite short, you had gotten to know a little bit more about the pink haired woman, and you wanted another opportunity to meet with her again, so you proposed meeting again later in the week. She accepted, eager to see you again, but also excited at the idea of being in close proximity to you while helping you with different exercises.

“It’s a date then.” You giggled as she handed you your bag again. “A date.” Aleksandra confirmed, a smile blooming across her features. With a little wave you watched as she walked back into the gym and a dreamy sigh escaped your lips. You wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully until you saw her again.

-

The fourth time you saw her, it was no surprise. She was waiting for you outside the gym at the agreed upon time and the moment she saw you she pulled you into her strong grasp for a quick hug. Her hold on you was brief, but you could still feel how gentle but firm she was. You could have stayed in her arms for the rest of the day, but unfortunately you had to part with her to avoid being too obvious. “Are you ready?” Her features were soft when she looked at you, it was a type of fondness she had never really experienced before you. You nod your head quickly before joining her in the gym. She held the door open for you and beckoned you to go before her, and you noted how much of a gentlewoman she was.

Her tendencies remained the same all throughout your time at the gym. If she saw you struggling with moving equipment, she’d be there to help you with ease. If there was a particular exercise you struggled to keep up with, she’d subtly slow down to match what you were doing to not embarrass you. She was attentive in all the best ways, and you felt comfortable working out with her.

From time to time you noticed her throw glances your way, drinking in your appearance from your plush thighs to your soft tummy. It didn’t feel as if she was judging though, it felt much more appreciative instead. When she was spotting you, her touch lingered a little bit too long on your lower back. Shivers ran up your spine and you tried not to let her know how much you were being affected by her, but her little chuckles told you she knew exactly what she was doing.

Eventually you were ready to tap out, but Aleksandra had other plans for you. “How about you help me out?” She had taken her place on a mat and gestured for you to come closer. Unsure of what she wanted you to do, you shuffled towards her and waited for her next move. She moved to lay on her stomach before pushing herself up into a plank. “Come sit on my back.” Your eyebrows shot up before shaking your head. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” You trailed off, your voice growing less confident as you spoke.

“Come, Зайчик.” Her tone was gentle, but left no room for argument. You weren’t exactly sure what she said, but the way she said it had your cheeks heating up. You made your way to her before gently leaning against Aleksandra. You barely put a portion of your weight on her, and she didn’t let that go unnoticed. “All the way.” She gave no sign of weakness as she waited in the plank position for you to situate yourself on your back. Little by little, you finally gave in and Aleksandra hadn’t budged at all. She didn’t even move an inch.

“See? You’re light as a feather.” And truly that’s what she made you feel like. Her arms flexed as she brought herself down to do a push up, now she was truly just showing off to you. By the end of her little display of strength you were giggling like a schoolgirl in love.

“Thank you for today, Aleksandra” You looked up to meet the gaze of the pink-haired woman. Oh how you had just wanted to run your fingers through her soft hair. You were pulled from your racing thoughts by her voice, “Of course, I enjoyed today… I’d like to see you again.” You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but she seemed a bit nervous while speaking all the sudden.

“Outside of the gym next time.” She continued on, searching your face for any sign that you wanted to see her again.

Your lips curled into a smile, and your hand raised to cover your mouth as you let out a giggle at her confession. She looked so earnest and sincere that you couldn’t help but laugh. Of course your heart was still racing, but a fit of giggles overcame you and Aleksandra could only watch as the scene before her unfolded. Your giggles made you look extra cute. The way your eyes fluttered shut, your nose crinkled up, and your cheeks flushed all made her want to whisk you closer to her for a kiss.

One of her large hands found its way to the back of your neck and your giggles slowly died down at the feeling of her touch. You leaned into ever so slightly as your eyes met hers. It seemed as if she was silently asking you for permission so you nodded your head ever so slightly and she wasted no time. When your lips connected you felt your heart racing so quickly you thought you’d faint if Aleksandra wasn’t there holding you so closely.

It felt as if you were the only two women in the world as your lips meshed together. You fit together so perfectly like two puzzle pieces coming together. She ran one of her hands down your lower back and onto your hip, feeling all of your curves under her calloused fingertips. She wanted to feel more of you, but of course that would be for another day.

When you parted—albeit very reluctantly—her cheeks heated up and she glanced away. It seemed like she had surprised herself with her display of affection as well. You had felt so giddy though, it seemed like you were living in a dream. A tall, strong, dreamy woman like Aleksandra was showing interest in you? You never would have imagined it, but she seemed to be infatuated with your whole being. “I wouldn’t mind a kiss like that everytime we had to say goodbye.” The lighthearted joke rolls off your tongue, but you had truly meant it. 

“There will be a next time?” Aleksandra’s hopeful tone was just too cute. You hum in affirmation before leaning up to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Now if only I had this girl's number…” You start, “She’s super tall, has pink hair, and is a great kisser.” Aleksandra had caught on to your little act right away, but she let you keep going with a smile on her face. “I wonder if you know her?” You giggle.

“Hmmm. I don’t know, do I?” She chuckled at your antics before pulling out her phone to exchange numbers for you. As you typed in your number to create a new contact for yourself in her phone, an idea popped into your mind and you held onto her phone for just a moment longer. Her head tilted in curiosity as she saw you typing in something short before handing her back her phone. “Gym Princess” followed by every cute and pink emoji you could think of was set as your contact name and she couldn’t help but laugh. You were so perfect for her in every way, she couldn’t wait to see you again. 

“Next date I’ll get a contact photo for you.” Aleksandra muses and you nod eagerly.

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Tattoo’s For Days ~Peggy Carter xFem Reader

I wanted to do like a tattoo admiration kinda thing so I did it with older SHIELD Peggy Carter. I added the tattoos that I had in mind. Hope you like it (:

Link to Part 2 & Part 3

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, implied sex, implied smut, body/age insecurities, age gap (all legal), tattoo kink…?, etc.

Shorter Length

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You had met Peggy through S.H.I.E.L.D. You both worked there and enjoyed it. You had also been dating for a few months now.

She had been alone for a long time and was also a considerable amount older than you, so you both had decided to take it slower.

Naturally due to your work environment, you dressed professionally and conservatively. You didn’t think anything of it.

However, one Saturday morning, you and Peg had planned a breakfast at your place. Unfortunately, your alarm clock didn’t go off, so you were woken up by the doorbell ringing. You sleepily got up, not thinking that you were in a tank and sweats and went to the door.

You opened it and immediately began to apologize, “I’m so sorry Peg, my alarm just didn’t go off so I haven’t prepared anything. Maybe we could make something together?”

But Peggy didn’t respond.

She was stunned.

You looked at her puzzled.

“Peg? What’s up?”

“I didn’t know you had a tattoo, love.” Peggy said surprised.

“Oh. Ohhhh. Yea… I do. Here, come in.” You said, letting her into your apartment.

But Peggy couldn’t get over the tattoo. She had completely forgotten about breakfast.

Your tank only showed one of your tattoos; your floral on your chest. But Peg couldn’t get over it.

“How many do you have?” She asked curiously.

You chuckled, “A good amount.”

Without thinking of the implication Peggy continued, “Can I see them?”

You looked at here with love yet concern.

“Only if that’s what you want, Peg. I just want you to be sure.”

“Yes.” Peg quickly said, “please.”

You slowly took off your tank, only now realizing that you weren’t wearing a bra.

Peggy blushed at this.

But she truly blushed once she say your rose tattoo in between your breasts.

You swore you caught her lick her lips.

“Can I touch them?” She whispered.

“Sure.” You gently said, trying not to push her.

Peggy came towards you, removing her own coat, and placed a finger on your chest. She ran her finger amazed from your chest floral all the way down to your floral in your cleavage.

“Wanna see more?” You whispered.

Peggy looked up in amazement that you had more tattoos. All she could do was nod.

You turned around and she gasped. You had a large floral going along your spine, but it was partially covered by your pants.

Peg again traced the floral from top to bottom, but stopped at your pants with a whine accidentally escaping her throat.

You chuckled.

“Want me to take them off?” You asked.

“Yes, please.” Peggy choked out.

You then stripped your pants in front of Peg, and elicited another gasp from her when she spotted your thigh floral.

“Oh my…” she whimpered, covering her mouth with her hand to stop any other whimpers from escaping her throat.

You were now stripped down to nothing but your underwear in front of Peggy fucking Carter. And she was goggling at your tattoos.

You couldn’t help yourself anymore. You knew you two had said you’d go slow but what the hell.

Fuck it.

You clashed your lips into Peggy’s. Surprised, Peggy yelped, but it quickly turned into a whimper and then a moan. But she just as quickly pulled away, causing you to whimper.

“Darling… I’m so old…” she insecurely said.

You approached your next response very carefully, “Peg, I only want to do what your comfortable with, but I can tell you want more than just what we have now. Hell, the way you look at me and my tattoos. Just… Peggy, please listen; your not too old, that’s ridiculous. Your beautiful and nothing could make me change my mind.”

Peg looked at you and then to your tattoos and bit her lip.

“Ok.”

“Ok?”

Peggy nodded and came over to you, ghosting her lips over yours but moving them to your ear, “But only if you let me lick, bite, and suck every inch of your body especially your tattoos…”

You looked at her to see eyes full of lust.

You would have never had expected that over some tattoos…

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