#mary x reader

[rosemaze-reveries]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you. (Part 2)

hello hello! here is part 2 as promised. there are less characters than I hoped to write, but in exchange each blurb is a little longer than pt.1 !

part 1 can be found here

🦌🪼🤡🦎🪞🤕🕯️🎭

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🦌 Bane rubs his chin, tracing his memory. "Hm... Indeed, I'm familiar with that name. I'd suppose that's someone I knew when I worked for the DeRosses." He crosses his arms with a low, contemplative grunt, as if struggling to remember anything else. "I'd need a photograph." I happen to have a couple on hand, and he takes them gently. A long period of silence follows. After leafing through the photos for some time, he says: "I remember. They were always talking about marriage." With you? "Mm. I was never interested, but I never said no. Eventually I made them a ring from a scrap of iron. I hoped they'd stop visiting me if I satisfied them... It's too dangerous to come to the forest everyday." Then he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a ring of his own. "In exchange, they gave one back." He's been cherishing it all this time, even when he'd forgotten its origin.

🪼 Ivy - "I'm no stranger to feeling like I'm missing my other half, you know. That sense of loss is one of the only constants I have left. (Y/N) fills my emptiness, and without them it increases twofold." I open my mouth to ask, Do you think you could be soulmates? but then my eyes dart to the Yithian and I realize my mistake. Sorry, was that insensitive? Ivy is not amused with my implication that she might be interested in claiming (Y/N)'s soul. "My dear interviewer, I am a scholar, not a monster. Whatever you're insinuating, you're gravely mistaken."

🤡 Joker's face suddenly hardens, in spite of the fragile, twiddling-thumbs demeanor he'd shown me thus far. His hands ball into shaking fists and his lips purse, as if he's psyching himself up for a fight. Are you okay? I ask, preemptively guarding myself with my clipboard. Tears brim his eyes and the strength falls from his shoulders. He mutters out, "All I wanted was to be their sword and shield, their angel of light, and they left me out of my mind. Hahaha... Wanna know the biggest joke of all? I'd let them drive me crazy all over again."

🦎 Luchino's mouth stretches into a lazy grin. "That one's a cutie, eh? Had the pleasure of meeting them yet?" I shake my head, reminding him that (Y/N) is the focus of my current investigation. I guess his laidback attitude fooled me into saying too much. He promptly straightens his back, the smile fading. "Yeah... Yeah, from one researcher to another, I get the intrigue," he says. "But I can't say I fancy another guy using my love as a test subject."

🪞 Mary - "Do you take pleasure in nosing around a lady's private affairs? I'd expect more tact, even for an interviewer." The chill in her tone startles me. I sputter out something in my defense, but Mary huffs and waves me into silence. "(Y/N) is enjoying the privilege of being my right-hand. They're my favorite one so far, too. I dismissed the others without a second thought."

🤕 Naib - "On good terms." Wringing out any insightful answers from this man is tougher than I thought. In hopes of inspiring more of a reaction, I tell a small lie: When I interviewed (Y/N), they described a rather colorful affection for you... Almost immediately, Naib breaks eye contact and crosses his arms. But I still only get a guttural "Hm." in response. Can you confirm if this is true? I press. His answer is, once again, a curt "Hm." (Slightly more affirmative, I would say).

🕯️ Philippe - "My work has always stood as a testament to my love," he caresses the wax figure grafted onto his shoulder, "but shielding someone in life is a far greater challenge than honoring my losses. My worries are endless." Suddenly reminded of his sister's tragedy, I offer a sympathetic smile. Do you believe (Y/N) is in danger? Philippe returns my smile, though I can't make out the intent. "Of course. Evil lurks around every corner. At the very least, it won't reach them while I'm around."

🎭 Sangria - A fond smile graces her face as she recounts her memory. "It was clear to me after some time that I had disastrously entranced them." Then she adds, lightly, "I hadn't meant to, of course. At the time, I thought, I'm not looking for love—no, I'd had enough of it all—but soon, their smile would appear in my mind every time I sang. When someone gives you that much inspiration? You'd be a fool to let them go." She has a playful tone of voice, but I can tell (Y/N) means a great deal to her.

#SORRY FOR THE DELAY 😭 did not mean to disappear for a month oml #identity v #idv x reader #identity v x reader #bane perez x reader #ivy x reader #joker x reader #luchino diruse x reader #mary x reader #naib subedar x reader #philippe x reader #sangria x reader #idv imagines

[thequietkid-moonie]

S/O always wins the matches out of lucky

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Yumeko, Mary, Suzui ]

[ Kakegurui Compulsive gambler ]

This idea get stick in my head for a while and I finally get the oportunity to write it!! Yeey

Yumeko Jabami

Your streak when winning bets was what atracted her in the first time. When you confessed to her that it was for your lucky she got surprised and quickly excited, now she wants to see more! For Yumeko isn't really difficult to believe that is lucky

She notice that you actually wins don't all the time, whenever you actually lose a bet is because it was something insignificant or becouse the next one will give you something much better

Yumeko doesn't really undestand how your lucky works, but it doesn't matter, she just want to see more of it, and, of course, she is always encouring you to take risk to see how your lucky will work this time!

Also, she will drag you around the school to try differents games to see how your lucky works in everyone

One time you confessed to her that you didn't even know how to play the game you just already win, hearing that make her super excited and even proud!

She isn't really worried about you becoming a pethouse, your lucky always help you to avoid it, and even if you get to be one its just part of the fun of taking risks (and in the end you will get away from this)

If your lucky works outside of the gambling too she gets really excited of see how is that will favor you. You two even start making bets of how you thing your lucky will favor you that day

If you somehow favor her with your luck she will thank you but tell you that it isn't need it!

Mary Saotome

Seen that you always win make her suspicious, Are you cheating? Some kind of trick? If is it you should stop before someone catch you, or at least hide it well

But lucky is an answer she wasn't expectin, and she won't take it either, but when you insist that it is lucky she will give up in questioning you, just saying that you should be careful

The more she sees you gamble the she is confused, Mary can't bring herself to understand how the hell you do it, but she refuse to accept that is for your good luck

The day she finally accept it it was after you win a gamble once again you go to her and confessed that you didn't even know how to play the game that you just won

She get shocked but quickly drag you away from everyone to scold you about it, more than mad she's worried. She told you that you shouldn't trust neither depend that much in your "lucky"

Mary won't stop you from gambling (thats how the school works after all) but will make you promise that you'll be more smart and careful with the gambling and your lucky, no taking too much risk (even try to get you away from Yumeko)

She may don't admite out loud, but she's scare that you will end as a housepet, Mary HATES that system and will hate if you end being a victim of it too

If your lucky works outside of the gambling too she will most of the time just brush it off, she will never admit but she's really intrigued

In the case you somehow use your lucky to favor her she will get flustered and scold you, saying that you shouldn't doing things like that and she already told you to not depend in your lucky, but at the end will shyly thank you

Ryota Suzui

Lucky or not he always gets worried whenever you gamble. Suzui has been a housepet for a long time, if it wasn't for Yumeko's help he would still be a pet, and he will hate for you to have that fate too

But when he start noticing that you win every gamble he start thinking that you're a prodigy or super smart, like Yumeko or Mary

When you tell him that it was actually lucky he's shocked, he just stares at you for a moment and ask you to repeat yourself, maybe he just misheard you! But when you tell him that is really lucky he panic a little and ask you a million of things

It took him a while to calm down, but at the end he will accept it. Even now that he know you have an incredibly luck he still worries about you

Suzui follow you around whenever you go to gamble, most of the time he gets super nervous but try to calm himself down, he believes in you and your lucky!

He always try to convince you to not take risk, but if you really wants he won't stop you, just watch and wish you the best

Once, after winning a match you tell him that you don't even know how to play the game you just played and he almost faint! In that moment he gets all panic and beg you to not gamble anymore, at least for the rest of the day

If your luck help you outside of the games too it will take him a while to notice, and even so whenever your lucky works it surprise him (in a good way)

If you ever use your luck to favor him Suzui will get super flustered! Thanking you a million of times, but also saying that you don't have to do that (just for his shyness)

#kakegurui #kakegurui x reader #kakegurui x you #yumeko jabami #yumeko x reader #mary saotome #mary x reader #ryota suzui #suzui x reader #anime x reader #anime x you #x reader #x gn reader #anime and manga #anime #manga

[ramblingoak]

*bursts through the door and skids across the floor, breathlessly*—YO HO HO MARY??!!

So I got an ask for vampire Mary and then someone else upped the ante and asked for pirate vampire Mary and really, who am I to resist that?? I'm really excited to get this finished (because I really want to share the banner and collage you made too xD).

Here is a little snippet I just wrote up (excuse any mistakes):

“Hey little starfish, what are you doing out so late?”

Your blood turned to ice water as the voice drifted up from behind you.  This was exactly why you were supposed to stay safe in your room at home.  Dealing with drunken sailors was easy but dealing with the man behind you was a different story.  Although technically he wasn’t a man at all…

Captain Mary Goore was a vampire.

When you gained the courage to face the pirate you’d been warned about since you were a child you couldn’t help but let out a fearful gasp.  They were dressed much like you’d expected.  All black from the three point hat on their head to the large boots on their feet.  You could see numerous weapons hanging from their belt: a flintlock pistol, a sword and at least a few daggers.  Those weren’t the deadliest weapons the pirate captain had though and when you finally looked up at their face the fangs in their mouth glinted in the moonlight.

“Does daddy know you’re down here?”  He grinned when you took a few steps back.  “I bet he doesn’t, I bet he thinks you’re safely tucked into your fancy bed.”

“No!  He does, he knows.  He uh, sent me down here.”  You flinched when the pirate laughed, a sharp sound that echoed against the alley walls.  “The guards know I am too.”

“Oh no, not “the guards”.  Whatever shall we do?”  Before you could blink he was right in front of you, mere inches from your body.  You could smell the ocean on him as well as something else, something metallic that made goosebumps break out on your skin.  “You know what I think little starfish?”

“Wh-what?”  You began to back up again but Mary matched you step by step until your back hit the wall.  “Please, I-I won’t tell anyone I saw you.”

“I think that no one knows you're out here.  Hmm?  I think you maybe ventured a little too far from your daddy’s protection.”  Mary leaned in close and took a deep breath, a deep groan leaving them when they exhaled.  “Has anyone ever told you how delicious you smell?”

WIP Tag Game

#it's going to be more of a horror romance #at least that's the plan #with a cameo from copia and some ghouls #why not make a pirate universe honestly #i mean what else do i have to work on #mary goore fanfiction #mary x reader #mary goore x reader

[kiatheinsomniac]

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The tavern is a joyous place tonight. Captain Kenway and his crew upon the Jackdaw have recently come into a significant sum of wealth – stolen from the Spanish navy – and, once repairs are done and shares dealt out, what does a pirate want more than alcohol and women? 

The tavern is particularly busy with merry crewmates, many of whom have a drink in their hand and a whore on their lap who’s smiling because she knows she’s to be paid well tonight. There’s music, song, dance, cheers and (your favourite) Captain Kenway has bought a round of drinks for everyone and so the alcohol sliding down your throat is free and somehow that makes it taste all the better upon your tongue. 

But your eyes aren’t on the drinking games or the dances or the little band of musicians who have come along, no, your eyes are on Mary. Well, technically your eyes are on James as your lover is all dressed up in her masculine disguise but James and Mary have only a veil-like line to separate them in your opinion. Regardless of how your lover dresses or what they call themselves, they are the keeper of your heart and that’s all that truly matters to you. James is the rough-around-the-edges gentleman who’s swept you off your feet and no woman can get his loyalty to sway no matter how desperately she tries, fruitlessly employing every act of seduction in her attempts. Mary is your secret treasure, she’s your privilege to know, to love. She’s all yours and you endeavour to remind her of how much you appreciate being trusted enough to know her for her hidden identity. 

But the alcohol heating your throat and belly is quickly swaying your desires and you can’t tear your gaze from her rich, tanned skin, the scars on her face that you adore kissing, her lean but strong body. You love the way that it can give you a real challenge against her strength but also how you can pin her down if you really put your mind to it (or play dirty). 

James slides a little closer to you and coils his arm around your waist as he props his chin on your shoulder and flashes you a laddish grin, alcohol as much in his breath as it is yours. 

“You look bloody radiant tonight, Alice.” He bites his lip to try and quell the smile that’s stretching across his face as he reaches up to tuck a stray curl behind your ear, pausing to stroke your cheek with the backs of his calloused fingers. You smile softly at your lover’s compliment and lean in to kiss his smiling mouth. 

His deft fingers are soon tangling into the very curls that he just tucked behind your ear and your lips meld together with the sweet, warm taste of alcohol upon your tongues. You feel James’ other hand reach down and squeeze your thigh, loving how soft and pillowy it is but also strong enough that he knows (from experience) that they could easily suffocate him. Sometimes he really thinks it’s the ideal way to go out when he listens to your sweet moans and whimpers as you desperately rock your hips against your lover’s face to chase down an orgasm that’ll leave you a trembling, pliant pretty mess. 

James catches your bottom lip between his teeth and playfully tugs at it as his hand sneaks up your thigh. There are more than enough men and women making out around the tavern for anyone to even bat an eye at the two of you but that doesn’t stop the little sound of surprise that is torn from your throat when James’ hand creeps up past the height of your boots until his fingers ghost over the ties at the front of your trousers. 

You reach down to hold his hand, slowing him down but not entirely stopping him as his tongue slides against yours and he leans down over you more. Your fingers lace through his as his hand in your hair slides to the back of your neck, holding you in place so that you’re not able to pull away until he’s had his fill of your kisses. James always kisses you in such a passionate way that it feels like a first kiss after not seeing each other for so long; they’re always new and fresh and exciting in a way you can never grow tired of. 

He pulls away and casts a quick glance over his shoulder as he lets go of your hand. Everyone is either busy with their own partner, their friends or is already far too drunk to really process their surroundings. Moreover, the two of you are sitting in a sheltered little booth to the side of the tavern that the lights upon the walls and hanging from the ceiling don’t quite reach. The main source of light comes from the half-melted candle that sits in an empty rum bottle upon the table, casting a dancing, flickering glow of firelight upon the two of you. 

A cheeky grin presents itself upon your lover’s face when he realises that the conditions are seemingly perfect for what he has in mind. His eyes fix upon yours as he brings his thumb and forefinger to his mouth, licking them in a way that is most certainly intended to remind you of what that tongue is capable of. Once they are covered in a thin layer of his saliva, he reaches over the table to squeeze the wick of the candle, snuffing out the flame and casting a half-darkness over the booth you’re sitting in. 

“James, you’re not…” You bite your lip and you’re unsure whether it’s out of nervousness or anticipation. Are you against this? You’re not sure. You look around the tavern and observe the same sights that your lover did. Distracted customers and low light. Your eyes find James’ beautiful, scarred face one more – the same face that belongs to Mary. No one would notice, surely? And wouldn’t it be exciting to indulge in such pleasures while those around you remain unaware? You bite your lip and it makes James grin as he can tell you’re already fantasising about the things the two of you might be able to get away with. 

“Come on, lass.” He slides a little closer to you until your legs are pressed against each other. One of his palms presses to the seat on the other side of you, making it easy for him to lean down over you and keep you close, preventing you from shuffling away. “We probably won’t even be the only ones doing this… I can tell you want to.” He tries to convince you with another series of slow and sensual kisses. A little triumphant grin paints his face when he feels your hands curl into the collar of his coat and pull him closer. You want this but he’s going to make you need it. 

Deft fingers undo the top buttons of your shirt to expose the tawny skin of your chest. His lips map rivers across your throat and collar while calloused fingertips caress the softness of the tops of your breasts. 

“Tilt your head back for me…” He murmurs seductively and lets out a little groan of approval when you do just as instructed. “Atta girl, Alice~” You puff out a breath at his words. James’ voice has always been a weakness of yours, ever since his first words to you. He’s got a lilt that you could listen to for hours on end without a break. He speaks lowly in your ear and it’s like velvety honey wine pouring into your senses, intoxicating you with its warm burn. 

Your fingers comb through the top of his hair — mindful to not move the bandana that will reveal how long it truly is — as his lips trail down to the tender flesh of your breasts. Your line of sight breaks from him in order to skim over all the other customers of the tavern; nothing has changed. They’re all too preoccupied with their own entertainment and affairs to have noticed James and yourself. 

Sure that neither of you will be noticed, your hand cradles your lover’s head to your chest in order to encourage him to not stop. His fingers walk down over your soft belly to find the ties of your trousers once more, tugging and winding his fingers around the string in order to loosen it and pull it open. Slowly, you slide your thighs apart beneath the table in order to make room for him, to invite him. You lean back in your little seat in the booth just slightly, back leaning into the rest behind you. 

James’ lips return to your collar and then rise to that soft spot just beneath your ear where he applies an extra amount of attention, letting out pleased little hums at the taste of your skin being nipped by his teeth. His breath comes out in hot puffs against the little wet spots his tongue leaves against your sensitive flesh, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. He moans quietly in your ear as his hand finally begins to slip into your undone trousers, pausing to nibble on your earlobe and suckle softly on it for a moment before speaking in a seductive, gravelly whisper. 

“You’re going to have to stay quiet for me now, alright?” You reply with a nod of your head and he kisses your cheek once. His fingers glide down, avoiding your clit for now and delve between your folds that are already becoming puffy with arousal. “Oh, Alice, so wet for me already.” He muses and you can tell that he knows all too well of the effect his voice is having on you. 

He thoroughly wets the pads of his fingers in your sticky arousal and drags it through your slit, covering you with it. He lets out a low little chuckle when your body gives a little jolt at the sudden pleasure of his fingers smearing your wetness over your clit and then pushing down with just the right amount of pressure. “Be still now, we don’t want people to see, do we?” He says with an abundance of amusement in his voice.

“N-no…” You agree and steal a glance around the tavern again. Everyone is still too busy doing their own thing to have noticed that James’ hand is now down the front of your pants and his fingers are rubbing little stars into your sensitive clit, smearing your sticky wetness over it so that his skin can slide sticky against yours to bring you pleasure. 

James keeps an eye out for your body language, your reactions that tell him what’s going through both your body and your head. Your one hand is gripping onto James’ leg while the other has curled into a fist on the table, nails biting into your palm as you breathe heavily through your nose, teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your lower lip in order to make it easier to muffle all of your noises. 

You suck in a hissed breath through those teeth when James’ fingers slide downwards and prod exploringly at your hole before slowly pushing just the tip of his finger in and then back out again; in and out, in and out. He does this over and over until a needy little whine bubbles out of your throat. That’s exactly what James had been waiting for and he then sinks the entirety of his finger into your warm, wet entrance. He delights in the shaky little sigh of relief you let out when you believe he is finished with his teasing. But he has misled you because he soon withdraws his middle finger entirely and instead slips his ring finger into you and then pulls it all the way out again. 

You tug a little at his clothes in protest of the way he’s teasing you with touches that just aren’t long enough to bring you real pleasure, instead giving you a small sample of what is to come though you know not for how long you will be made to wait for the real thing. Though, this is exactly the reaction he wanted from you and now that he’s got it, he sinks both fingers into your needy pussy. You lean forwards to rest your forehead on his shoulder, wanting to hide your pleasured expression and the way your breath is now coming out in puffed little pants from anyone who might look your way and suspect that something inappropriate is taking place between the couple sat in the dim little booth off at the side of the tavern. 

“Keep your head up now, Alice.” James’ voice drawls out by your ear as you sink your teeth into your trembling bottom lip in a desperate attempt to not let any lewd sound spill from your mouth. He nudges your forehead a little with his shoulder but you get let out the quietest little whine, not yet feeling composed enough to raise your head. Your lover lets out an exaggerated sigh that’s thick with the melody of disappointment mere moments before you feel his fingers glide all the way out of your walls that are squeezing down around them. A sharp gasp is torn from your throat and you suddenly sit upright, spine straight and trying to casually lean your head back against the backrest of the booth seat.

You grit your teeth in an attempt to try and collect yourself, to make it seem like nothing is amiss between the two of you. The thought that you might get caught excited you, yes, but you had a deep feeling in your gut that you would be completely and utterly mortified if anyone found out that James was working on bringing you to orgasm in such a public place. 

At your sudden obedience to follow his instructions and act casually to avoid rousing any suspicion, James rewards you by burying his fingers into you once more but this time he curls them upwards to press into that particularly soft spot that has your toes curling in your boots and your spine arching just a little more. You swallow thickly and do your utmost to contain all the noises that you want to let out in order to spur him on. 

James begins to thrust his fingers in and out of you, curling them up to press and glide over that sweet spot of yours simultaneously. Your walls begin to pulse and squeeze around him as you approach your orgasm and you almost let out a cry of protest when all of a sudden, he withdraws from you completely. 

He holds his hand up like it’s some fine prize, spreading his fingers apart to watch your wetness sticklily stretch between them like the tracks of a spider’s web. His tongue curls between his fingers to lap it all up while his hazel eyes remain fixed upon your own dark ones as he laps his hand clean of your arousal. You feel hypnotised as you watch the little erotic spectacle that he’s putting on for you. You open your mouth to protest that he just stopped right when-

“Not here.” He says, already knowing what you’re about to say. “I want to hear you calling out my name when you cum.” He leans forwards and presses his scarred lips to yours, giving you a taste of yourself upon them. While he’s leaned in, he comes even closer so that his cheek brushes against yours and his breath tickles your ear. “My real name.” 

You’re left to tie up your bottoms again as James stands up and leaves the table to start saying his goodbyes to all of his friends and acquaintances. You shuffle your way out of the booth and stand on your feet as you watch him go around and say his goodbyes. You walk across the floor to join him, dodging around customers and tables. You can feel the stickiness of your panties sliding against your puffy pussy – a reminder of the orgasm that was just torn from your grasp – with every step you take. You hold onto James’ arm to join him as the two of you politely say goodbye and then head out in order to return to the inn that you’ve rented for the night. 

The moment that the door shuts behind the two of you and you’ve slid the bolt across to lock it, James is shrugging off his coat and letting her hair down from the bandanna that’s been tying it up. You watch as she crosses the room to briefly check that her hair isn’t too messy before she picks up a tube of red lipstick which she paints onto her mouth and blends out with her thumb in order to give her lips a brightly blushing tint. She casts a glance at you over the mirror as she sits upon the little stool that’s in front of the vanity with its mirror that’s cracked on one side. 

You look upon Mary who has the same face as James and you just soak in the sight for a few moments that seem to stretch on for millennia. So few people in the world know that this incredible woman who is sitting in front of you exists. You are one of the lucky individuals who is privileged enough to meet her and blessed by some divine being to be able to love her. 

You’re broken out of your little trance when she raises her hand and beckons you over with the very fingers that were inside of you no less than ten minutes ago. You walk up to her as she spreads her legs to make room for you, her hands landing on your soft hips and then roaming downwards to squeeze your thighs. They’re deceivingly soft but she knows that there’s a layer of muscle beneath that’s far more powerful than you look for your short stature, your head only just reaching beneath Mary’s chin when you stand side-by-side. Her hands begin to push you downwards until you’re kneeling at her feet and her fingers comb gently through the voluminous curls of your hair, her fingers dancing upon the curve of your cheek for a moment before she starts to toe off her boots as she leans down to kiss you, fingertips brushing just beneath your chin and tickling you slightly. 

Her hands glide over your throat to your collar, skimming down your arms until she’s taking your hands into hers and guiding them to her belt. “You’re going to earn what you missed out on earlier, aren’t you?” She murmurs thickly, her voice pouring into your ears like molten gold. Entranced by your love for her, you nod your head as you begin stripping down her lower half. She pets your head in a praising manner, encouraging and rewarding you silently. 

You could swear that she’s a siren. Her voice simultaneously dulls your senses and electrifies them all at once and she knows it. She enchants you with her words, enraptures you with her hushed and seductive tones. Her voice holds more power over you than any blade and she’s all too aware of it. 

You tug off the final layer of the clothing on her lower half that acts like a barrier between you and her pussy that you’re more than eager to bury your face into in order to truly start off your night together. But first, you glance up at her, waiting for her approval. Her hand slides to the back of your neck, smoothing over those curls of yours that she loves so much, and she gives a single nod of her head as she parts her legs a little more and leans back on the stool so that her back bumps against the edge of the vanity table and her cunt is brought closer to the end of the stool, granting you easier access. 

You lean forwards and dive in, burrowing your tongue straight into her glistening entrance and moaning softly at the taste of her. You push your face even closer to her when you start smothering her puffy slit in kisses and giving little kitten licks right up through her slit until you reach her clit. You press your tongue against it with a little more pressure, rolling over it a few times before you part your lips a little more. Drool spills from your mouth and onto her pussy in the few moments before you wrap your lips around her clit and suckle down; softly at first and then with more intensity as you hear Mary suck in hissed breaths and groan above you. 

You feel her hands comb gently through your thick hair, pulling it all back away from your face in order to keep it out of your way. Her other hand stays put on the back of your neck and her nails scratch over your nape just slightly. It’s enough to send fierce waves of pleasure down your spine and you lift up one of her thighs to place over your shoulder. It’s easier to hold her open like this and you just adore feeling the warmth of her inner thigh pressed to your ear and cheek. You moan around her clit in order for her to feel the vibrations of it through such a sensitive part of her and you feel the way her body gives a little jolt in response, hips pushing towards you as her leg jostles on your shoulder and the hand upon the back of your neck pulls you even closer. 

You don’t shy away from making lewd noises with your tongue as you lick at her. Your mouth slides down a little so that your nose now nudges at her clit while your tongue slides in and out of her hole, lapping up all of her essence and letting her hear the scandalous slurping noises you make as you try to taste as much of it as possible. You adore being between Mary’s legs like this and getting to hear that voice you love so much hiss and groan and sigh out your name, words of praise to spur you on. You reach back with your free hand in order to encourage her fingers in your hair to tangle and tug just enough to show you just how good she’s feeling. Once she follows your silent plea, you then bring that hand back down as your mouth returns to drooling all over her clit so that you can easily slide two fingers into her pussy. You moan quietly against her sensitive bundle of nerves, sending waves of pleasure through her, at the sensation of just how soft and warm she is filling you with delight. 

You’re more than sure that your panties are utterly ruined by now and your wet patch might even be showing through your pants but you can’t find the space in your head to care about those things when Mary’s other thigh comes to rest upon your other shoulder and you feel her calves cross behind you. The heels of her feet dig into your lower back as her fingers tug more insistently at your hair and her hips keen towards you as her back arches, rising up from where she had been leaning upon the edge of the vanity. 

You want to toss her straight to the throes of pleasure and so you waste no time in curling your fingers up to press down on that sensitive, spongy spot inside of her while thrusting in and out at such a rapid pace that you know you wouldn’t be able to keep it up if she weren’t already so close to cumming. 

You hear her pant and moan out your name as she pushes your face into her pussy, rocking her hips against you and using you as she loses herself in the intensity of the orgasm that you give her. Her lips then press together as she breathes in a heavy staccato through her nose and lets out a long groan of your name. There’s a slight quiver in her thighs just before she lets you go. She cups your face in her hands to tilt your head up, seeing how the lower half of your visage glistens with her wetness and cum. Without hesitation, she swoops down to kiss you, tongue gliding messily and passionately against yours, unfazed by the taste of herself upon you. She pulls away and bites her lip as she looks down upon you, seemingly drinking in the sight of you, a laddish smirk tugging at her smeared and red-painted lips. 

“Oh, the things I plan on doing to you, my lass…” 

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[vanrouchu]

😳 can we get some mary/reader crumbs..... maybe a scenario at a formal soirée, both of them are spellbound under a budding romance but stifle their yearning to keep up appearances in front of all the nobles... or at least, they try hehe. thenk you basil MWAHS

behind closed doors

i almosf oassed out twice writinf this i lllooev mary

There was an unwritten rule in high society that all nobles adhere to. 'Keep your feelings hidden lest you want it to be used against you,' as they said. The higher the status you had, the more you stick to that rule as one weakness shown can be the reason for your downfall. Much to her misfortune, Mary was the pinnacle of high society while your standing was somewhere below here; falling in love with her was nothing unusual but having those feelings reciprocated was a different story.

You were always fabricating excuses during parties after Mary shoots you a subtle glance as she heads into an empty parlor—"come and see me," it wasn't difficult to tell what she wanted to convey and it didn't take you much to follow after her as you tried to avoid prying eyes. Behind closed doors, it was simply you and Mary drowning in intimacy that would get them into a huge scandal if someone ever found out but perhaps that made it more exciting and Mary liked the thrill.

Your hands were on her waist, pulling her closer as she planted her lips on yours while her hands cupped your cheeks. You were careful enough to avoid the numerous accessories on her, you knew that it would raise questions if she went out looking even slightly disheveled. Mary was quite the opposite—she cared little for such things especially when you're both behind closed doors. It was easy to fix herself after this but for now she wanted to savor the moment while it lasted.

"Why are you holding yourself back, my darling?" She whispered against your lips, her gaze on you made your heartbeat quicken as she traced the outline of your jaw. "We're alone. There's no one who can see us."

"I'm just worried that people will notice when you come out." You admitted, sighing dreamily as you felt her finger trace your skin—each touch she left on you made your breath hitch. "I don't want to be the cause of rumors that might mark you as their target."

"Darling." Her voice was firm as she pulled back to face you properly. She furrowed her eyebrows as she wrapped her fingers around your jaw and forced you to look at her directly. There was a slight frown on her face and it didn't take you long to realize that she was agitated.

"You know I'm quite fond of you but that does not mean I'll tolerate such impertinence." Her tone slowly turned commanding, "I want you to give yourself to me without reservations about causing trouble for me. Let me worry about that. Unless… You think I'm incapable of handling such trivial matters, do you?"

"No! Of course not." You replied hurriedly as you let out a heavy sigh. "I know you can handle it but I can't help but worry either way." You leaned in closer and tucked her loose hair behind her ear, not noticing the way her cheeks turned a little rosy. "You're important to me, after all, my lady."

"You fool," she sneered. "Just shut your mouth and kiss me again. I've been waiting for far too long to meet you again—surely you won't deprive me of that, at least, correct?"

You couldn't help but chuckle when she leaned in and pressed her lips against yours once more as you buried your fingers into her hair. "My lady is so demanding… but yes, I'll do what you wish."

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[spwiski]

Mary loves being hugged from behind. Your arms are wrapped securely around her waist, your chin resting on the top of her head. It’s one of the only times she’ll let herself completely and utterly relax. Melting into you after a stressful day. She’s sure she’ll spontaneously combust if you pull her in tighter and place a kiss on her head. She wants to stay like that, with you, forever. She never stops thinking about you. She loves you in a way she'll never understand. And she's okay with that.

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[momo-hearts]

Kinda dry in here so i want to request a hunter gn/nb reader who got bullied the whole match *cough* camping pallet *cough* dance emote

Idk how many character you accept it or I'm just blind but geisha, Mary and anyone who you feel like they also share this same issue.

Fluff please....after this happens

Also HC please i don't want to request too much

(but what if yandere? Ok I'm sorry-)

requester, i dont mind many characters! 20 or something is alright with me but it will take a very long while!

Also massive ooc for mary bcuz i never played her

Dont be afraid to request much!

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Yandere! GEISHA

- In one of your matches, she heard one of the survivors were dirt talking you. Such thing won't pass her, sure, she usually remain peaceful after matches but hearing someone trash talk about you? You? Her love? That stood to low.

- maybe a little threat won't hurt? Maybe? But you are her first priority, so she came to you.

- you might be a little... Oh, who knew. You were clearly upset. She would sat next to you, holding your hand. Softly rubbing your hands in circles.

- ` its alright my dear.. Theyre just empty words. Don't worry too much. `

- atleast tries to comfort you, but her love langguage isn't words of affirmation but physical and acts of service.

- atleast expect some touch and surprise presents for a few days to make you feel better.

- will invite you (more like drag you-) to let her play the shamisen for you. Not going to lie, her skills are very impressive and the songs seems very familiar to you.

- she will also make paper flowers and gave it to you as a bouquet, if you still upset over it.

- genuinely cares about you, and will go out of her way to cheer you even a tiny smile will sent her to the hospital.

` The butterflies is setting this year, would you like to see them with me? `

Yandere! Bloody Mary

- ` darling, whats the matter? Why are you so upset? `

- will ask if your alright. Are you upset, pouting or are you just tired? Countless possibilities that could be your mood.

- upon hearing that you have a bad match with a few survivors, she invited you to an afternoon tea party. Filled the brim with varies desserts and cream fillings that would make the mercenary water for all eternity.

- but these are just for you💕.

- doesn't pressure you to talk about it, but if you will. She will listen to your troubles and vent to the ears, despite her annoying mirror-

- ahem, will sing, touchy or have a simple lunch together to make you cheerful.

- her love langguage is acts of service and quality time, so shes best at comforting you at your lowest or baddest day.

- though, the survivors wont... be so good.

` my darling, the tea is ready. Wont you join me for abit in the garden? `

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[takuyakistall]

what a queen wants

Note: Pure unbridled rot after crying over Bloodbath for 24 hours straight I love her so much I started crying and wrote whatever the hell came to mind.

Mary x Fem!Reader

Courting Royalty was no easy task. Given their grandiose position, it made sense for them to want to marry into a family with similar standing to maintain good relations and stability. Mary was no exception, she lived her life as royalty with luxury catered to her with the snap of her fingers — that much was expected since she is, after all, a Queen that demands respect from her loyal subjects.

"Darling," Mary called out sweetly as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, inspecting her newly sewn outfit the Royal Seamstress made specially for her. You knew well enough that her sweet words held no meaning to it, but you couldn't help but feel your heart flutter at the thought of being her darling. "Does this dress suit me? I might've preferred it white but gold looks nice, no?"

"Anything suits you well, Your Majesty." She chuckled at your stiff response.

"You're aware that you can be more casual with me while we're alone, no? I thought I made it clear for you to call me Mary," she faked a worried expression, something that you keep falling for despite knowing she didn't mean what her face expressions say about her. "I feel awfully distant from you if you keep that up. You’re my favourite lady-in-waiting, after all."

“And it’s precisely because of that I must do my best to be an ideal servant to Her Majesty, I wouldn’t dare tarnish her name.” You could hear her giggle beneath her fan, it was a sweet melody to you – and you didn’t want it to come to an end just yet. But you held your tongue and kept your thoughts in place, there was no room for such thoughts in the Royal Court. Mary folded her fan swiftly, crossing her arms over her chest and smiling ever so sweetly at you. You couldn’t help but call her out, “yes…?”

“If there was one thing the Royal Court taught me,” Mary’s voice trailed off as she took a step closer to you. Instinctively, you took a step back for every step she took towards you until you felt your back hit the wall. You found yourself trapped and unable to look away from her striking gaze – she commanded attention and you were someone who couldn’t deny her of what she wants. Her lips curled up, a somewhat devilish look gracing her features as she finished her sentence. “They taught me how to catch deceit in someone’s eyes.”

“You’re hiding something from me. You’re not doing a very good job hiding it.” She said, huffing out her chest with her smile never fading from her face. You knew well that you couldn’t hide it from her forever but she was demanding the truth from you although she hasn’t uttered a word after that sentence. But you knew her well enough to know that she meant she wanted to find out whatever you were hiding.

You sighed, thinking it was pointless to go against her. She hated insolence out of all things given, and you didn’t want to become someone who’s hated by her – that would lead you to heartbreak that can no longer be repaired by any other, for she is the only one who’s allowed to take possession of your heart, and you intend to keep it that way. “I was merely admiring Her Majesty’s beauty.”

“Tut-tut, this is the second time you have disobeyed my order. And your second time lying to me.” Her voice was sweet. “I recall telling you to call me Mary, did I not? Or will you call me a liar and continue to disregard my words?”

It was times like these that made you want to vaporate into thin air. She never hesitates to use those words against you, and you never fail to fall into the same trap over and over again no matter how many times she kept doing it. “I mean no disrespect… Mary.”

“Heh… That’s more like it.” She took a step back to give you some space, satisfied with what she got out of you this time. You felt your face grow hot, wondering if it was wise of you to continue this little game of hers – but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to deny her. You sighed, and Mary decided to push you to the edge a little more. “It would be wise if you just start calling me as I ask you to, it’ll save me the trouble of forcing it out of you like this. Hearing you say my name is terribly pleasing to my ear.”

“Your Maj–”

“Ah, ah,”

“... Mary.”

“That’s more like it.”

“Why do you keep wanting this? I’m not supposed to act like this towards you, I’ll get punished accordingly if word gets out.” You worried, finally letting loose around her. And she seems pleased by that fact – this is what she wanted, and you gave it to her willingly like an adult spoiling a child with her favourite toy.

“I’ve told you… You’re my favourite lady-in-waiting.” She said simply, but that didn’t answer any of your questions. The way she said that felt like she was implying something else entirely, and you were too afraid to explore that unknown territory. “Am I not allowed to be fond of my servants? You always work so hard just to try and please me, it’s adorable.”

“Of course you’re allowed to, you’re Our Beloved Queen. But perhaps letting me call you by your given name is too intimate for someone like me – I do not have the qualifications for you to allow me to do that. Only your parents and your husband is allowed to call you so casually like that.” — Or so your etiquette book told you one rainy day.

“I’m allowed to do what I want.” She snapped her fan and covered the lower part of her face with it, and you knew that her patience was running out with you. “If I tell you to jump, you must ask me how high. No ifs or buts, I’m your mistress.”

She shut her fan close, walking closer to you as she placed her fan under your chin and tilted it up so your gazes could meet. She oozed of pride and confidence fitting for a Queen, perhaps that was why you were so smitten with her despite everything – she was beautiful. She took your breath away, and you froze unmoving for a solid second before snapping back to reality. Your silly air-headedness caused her to let out a chuckle as she finally admitted:

“Aside from that, I wouldn’t mind being more intimate with you if that is what you wish. I’ll spare you and allow you to be a bit more selfish with me.”

“What…?”

“Without saying it, I know what you feel towards me, darling. Why do you think I’ve been sending away countless of suitors who came for my hand? You silly little thing… need I drop a handkerchief in front of you and wait for you to pick it up for me? I’m sure you’re smart enough to know what I mean.”

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[rosemaze-reveries]

― enclosed with love

spending valentine's day with you eli, mary, michiko, naib, norton, percy, philippe

i adored this year's vday café designs so i wrote some hcs for them ^^

⚠️ modern AU

♡ Mary

With a delicate and highly sophisticated palate, Mary is always searching for something new to satisfy her. For Valentine's Day, she books a private tour at a high-end champagne house.

Her driver is scheduled to pick you up in the early afternoon. She arranged your date so “late” to give herself ample time to settle on an outfit. Her room is littered with hat boxes and empty hangers and piles of ‘maybes’. Everything must be perfect for you. But, every second without you feeds into her restlessness, and she ends up calling you to fill the time. Hours go by on the phone & she still refuses to hang up until she pulls outside your residence.

When she first greets you from the backseat of her car, her hands are on you immediately. She smoothes out the collar of your jacket and peppers a couple of warm kisses all across your face, somehow never quite landing on your lips. She quickly dabs away all the lipstick stamps she left with her handkerchief and apologizes for being so forward,,, only to end up doing it again.

Mary takes high pride in her outfits and never compromises on looking classy. But somewhere in the back of your head, you think: All white? To a wine tasting? What if she gets red stains on her dress? From anyone else, this comment would insult her ― she doesn't take kindly to the insinuation that she's a klutz. Coming from you, she laughs it off saying she's always looked better in red anyway.

She waits until arriving for your tour to present her gifts. Mary gives VERY generously. There's an entire table prepared for you. Mountains of roses, desserts, tickets to that trip you've always wanted to take, luxury spa packages -- she has everything.

♡ Norton

This Valentine's Day is the first Norton will be spending with someone. He'll act like he's not that invested in it, that he's just indulging you.

He keeps up a haughty smirk when you first meet for your date. You had a love letter delivered to him that morning, and he's 100% taking the opportunity to tease you about it. You wrote some pretty embarrassing things about him. How's the real deal living up to your expectations? Dying to bring some of those thoughts to life already? Unfortunately, you insisted on having a traditional date for Valentine's, so you'll have to keep yourself in check until tonight. ← He knows he makes you crazy & he loves having that effect on you.

He gives you chocolates as a gift. They're clearly homemade, shaped like rocks of various sizes with a little gold-dusted heart hidden among them. But just in case you wouldn't be able to recognize them as rocks, he also provided a little toothpick "pickaxe."

Presenting something homemade is a little embarrassing, even if he hides it with that big grin of his. He gives your present a little too fast before switching back to teasing you again.

♡ Philippe

As a perfectionist, Philippe starts planning for Valentine's Day very early. He experiments with all sorts of gift ideas. You're not sure what's going through his head, but he has a highly specific vision and won't rest until he achieves it. He seems to find it important that he gives you something handmade.

Matching photo lockets? A decoden case (if you're into fun phone cases)? Not meaningful enough. A flower vase modeled after his own hand, to sit on your desk? Too tacky. A wax figure? Maybe, but that's too predictable on its own. Maybe he should learn guitar to serenade you.

His final choice is ambitious, but Philippe always is. He builds a little table out of resin, and preserved inside it are your favorite flowers, with detailed wax figurines of you and him dancing among them. It sits in a corner of his favorite room, where he often does dance with you ♡

On the day itself, Philippe would prefer to stay home. It's one of the rare times he gets to have you to himself free of work constraints.

He's the type that always needs to be doing something with his hands. He'd enjoy making chocolate sculptures together -- it's a cute idea, he thinks, to watch you make something so passionately. Whatever your skill level, he loves anything you make.

In the evening, he'll take over all the cooking. A quiet night with steak and good wine (or your preferred drink) is a little cliche, but you both deserve it. Plus, he loves nothing more than casually chatting with you while he works in the kitchen.

♡ Naib

Naib isn't really into the idea of Valentine's Day. He might not even realize it's coming up unless you tell him about it. You'd have to be explicit that you're looking forward to spending the day with him, and even then, he's totally unprepared.

Gifts have never been his forte. Neither have grand romantic gestures. But he's good at working his pragmatic side into the little things: so rather than push himself to be this lovey-dovey, chocolates-and-roses type of lover for the day, he focuses on being 'present' for you.

He brings you breakfast in bed. He's a mean cook, and knows all your favorites. Everything he makes tastes like home, warm and full of love.

Most couples give each other flowers, he knows that, so he goes shopping for one. You're surprised when he presents you with a bouquet of lemons. In his mind, they're cool and refreshing like you, everyone could find a use for some lemons, and personally he finds the colors to be appealing. It doesn't occur to him that lemon bouquets might be an unusual thing to give.

He relies on you to direct the date. Whatever you say, he'll agree. In public, he never leans in for kisses but wouldn't oppose yours. You can try to stand closer to him & he'll slink an arm around your waist briefly, as if to reassure you that he'll always have a secure hold on you, but he'll pull away again before long.

♡ Percy

In spite of all of his eccentricities, Percy is surprisingly traditional when it comes to romance. He invites you to a nice dinner date & arrives much earlier than you, waiting with a bouquet and chocolates. When he first sees you, he wraps a secure arm around your shoulders to tenderly kiss your forehead.

Getting to see this side of him is the payoff of building such a deep relationship with him. Percy is a difficult person to get through. He's obsessive to a fault and cloisters himself away in his studio for days at a time ― no one else would have been able to breach his heart like you have. He will take proper measures to express your importance to him.

His first real kiss leaves tiny particles of something on your lips, but they're sweet in taste. He laughs at the startled look on your face and reassures you it was just a sugar cube. At first he says he was just fishing for a reaction, but later confesses: he was afraid the lips of an undead man might have an odd taste, so he crunched a sugar cube to sweeten it.

♡ Eli

Eli spends the morning delivering roses to other couples on his bicycle. People tend to get especially flattered when their flowers arrive via owl, so his services are very popular this time of year.

He enjoys the little bouts of happiness he can bring to others, but of course you are the one he wants to spend this day with most. With every bouquet he delivers, his mind wanders to you, imagining your reaction when he finally gets to deliver his gift.

He asks you to meet him at an ice cream parlor when his shift is done, around noon. Before you even see him, Brooke Rose flies over to tuck a thornless rose behind your ear, and you turn to find Eli already waiting at a table.

He gives you a small homemade cake and a letter he won't let you read until he's gone. He's a pretty sappy guy even in person, so you aren't sure how his letter will be much different. But having something to be excited about, even after you have to say goodbye, makes it worth it.

His bike rides have left very familiar with all the best spots around town. After splitting ice cream, he takes you for a ride to all the little places he thinks you'll love. A flower meadow, a bridge with a superstition attached: if you whisper the name of your love while crossing it, you'll be bound for life. Part of you suspects he made that up, but the way he says your name over and over makes your heart skip a beat.

Once the sun goes down, he brings you to a forest. Somehow he manages to time it just right. He gestures for you to stay very quiet, gently takes your hands, and suddenly you're encircled by hundreds of fireflies.

♡ Michiko

Since losing her ex-husband, Valentine's Day has become a bitter thing for Michiko, especially since it's so close to their anniversary. She has treated it as a day of mourning for some years. Of course, she keeps up a smile for you ― it's not in her character to impose her struggles on others.

The morning goes by slowly and comfortably. You wake up to a gentle massage and the smell of fresh baked pastries. She writes you a sweet letter in her neat script, and she adorns her letter with pressed flowers & a mini bouquet of your favorite candy.

She makes sure to get you a proper gift, too. She follows a rule of getting 1 indulgent and 1 practical thing: a box of luxury chocolates alongside a fine new coat.

Her ideal date would be something intimate and relaxing. Maybe the theatre, in a box reserved for two, or a shaded flower garden where you can enjoy a cup of tea.

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[thequietkid-moonie]

do you write for Majo Taisen? And if you do, can you write Joan of Arc, Mary Read, and Himiko dating headcanons with shy reader?

Shy!S/O

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Jeanne, Mary, Himiko ]

[ The war of the greedy witches / Majo Taisen ]

My dear anon I should be mad at you, you not only send me a request when are close but also a request for a fandom I don't write (not yet at least, a had just make it oficial), but you know what? Im not mad ONLY because you request for some of my favorites witches!!

My first time writing for Majo Taisen!! Moonie is excited!!

Jeanne d'arc

Jeanne had been educated to don't want or expect anything and giving all of herself for others, specially when she becomes a fighter for her country, so being in love and in a relationship are one of those moments when she allow (unintentionally) to be a little selfish and desire something

For Jeanne is a slowly process to accept her feelings and start a relasionship, however once she does she completely cheerish and hold all the memories she has with you close to her heart

For Jeanne each passing day is important for her to learn of her own feelings and how to be in a relasionship, so as time pass by Jeanne learn little by little more about allowing herself to express and feel, and she is specially atracted to your shy nature

Jeanne is more used to just shutdown her emotions but you, unlike her, normally don't express much out of shyness and embarrassed, is something that surprised her at first but quickly becomes a little quirk of yours that fascinates and amuse her a lot. Your shyness is something that Jeanne love a lot from you, in her eyes is something so cute! Jeanne can't help but feel a little flustered whenever you are shy around her, sometimes she shows it directly and other times not

Jeanne see nothing bad with your shyness and never ask you to be more open or try to over come it, as long as she is by your side you will always have someone who do the things you don't want to, she is a warrior and is already used to fight for other but this time instead of doing it because someone ordered her to do it she does it out of love, she is happy with confronting others or just asking for something on your name is you have troubles doing it, also whenever you are saying something with shyness Jeanne waits with a lot of patience until you manage to put your thoughts on words or try to help you find the right words if you are struguling too much

Also, your shyness bring to Jeanne a sense of protectiveness, is her fighter nature and her love what motivate her to be protective over you, not the type to scare away everyone but she won't tolerate from anyone talking bad about you (even if it isn't for your shyness) or directly making you feel bad

Mary Read

Being a powerful and important pirate isn't an impediment for Mary to have the opportunity to get to met you (even if you aren't a pirate), let alone to fall in love and start a relasionship with you

For Mary isn't difficult to neither notice or accept her feelings, the moment she notice the growing feelings of love for you she accept them imediatly with open arms and a smile, as well even before before start dating Mary is really open with her love for you (without saying it directly, like teasing or being playfuly with it)

When you two finally start a relasionship you will have to travel with her and Mary keeps you close all the time she can, every day with her it feels like a little adventures and it seems like if her love and affection will never end, and with your shyness just motivates Mary to show more and more affection towards you

Mary is completely in love with you and your shy personality, is something completely endearing and beautiful in her eyes, Mary is constantly braging about you and showing you off to everyone who is willing to heard her, with or without you being present (and everytime she talks about you she does with a loving and proud voice), you are pretty well known on the ship for how much she talks about you

Mary is constantly teasing you without even having the intention, Mary can't just stop talking about you, giving you compliments and braging about how cute you are! and not just that, Mary has the habit to hold you in her arms, hugging you tightly or carry you around, either in bridal style or on her shoulder

Mary doesn't see anything bad on your shyness, even if you had problems to express yourself and take some time to do it for her is just a sweet quirk of yours, however she is constantly trying to motivate you to be more expressive and talk more loud, assuring you that there is nothing wrong with saying what you want to say!

Your shyness brings her a protective feeling, Mary also sees you as pretty cute and innocent so she is always up to protect you and defend you from everything and everyone, Mary will never allow anyone to talk bad about you (specially on her ship)

Himiko

It could be pretty difficult to get close to Himiko for how her life had been and for how much she lies, but once she does let you get close (for real) you become really important for her, and it just increase when she falls in love

Himiko is really smart and knows herself too well to don't know when she falls in love with someone, however she doesn't accept her feelings at first and is kinda annoyed by them, it took her a while to accept them but when she does she is direct with trying to win your heart

When you two start a relasionship you start to live with her (for the conditions and customs of the village, but it isn't like she is complaining) and since she trust you Himiko likes to have you physicaly close to her most of the time, even if you two aren't doing the same thing

Your shy personality totally amuses her, Himiko isn't shy at all, in fact she is quite the oposite, with a great gift for speaking and really smart, she like your shyness and it make her want to show more affection (physicaly and by words) just to make you flustered, on of her favorites activities is to make you flustered and blushy and, also, she loves finding more and more ways to do it, by compliments or directly being flirty (just to act innocently later), to get touchy and especially affectionate with you, teasing you and holding your hands so you can't hide your blush from her, Himiko just loves teasing you a little too much but she means well (her intention will never be to harm you)

As much as Himiko loves your shyness she is troubled by the thought of bringing you troubles for not being able to stand for yourself, Himiko tries to motivate you and teach you how to be more confidence and assertive, telling you how important is that you speak your mind off and express what you want and need (she doesn't admit it out loud but she is pretty worried of something happening to you)

Although, even when Himiko wants for you to stand up for yourself she has no problem with doing it herself, in fact Himiko doesn't let anyone say anything bad about you, she won't let anyone talk bad about the person she loves the most, even when she doesn't confront the person directly she will find a way to make them shut up

#majo taisen #majo taisen x reader #the war of the greedy witches x reader #majo taisen jeanne d'arc #majo taisen jeanne d'arc x reader #jeanne d'arc x reader #majo taisen mary read #majo taisen mary read x reader #mary read x reader #mary x reader #majo taisen himiko #majo taisen himiko x reader #himiko x reader #x reader #x gn reader #manga x reader

[justanotherfanofafandom]

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Mary Satomen, a gambler, who loved money possessed something of greater means than money. That possession of hers were you. No matter, how much she denied you brought her the most joy, in her uneventful life. A sunshine, to her darkness.

The best thing about you? It was your hugs, when she would melt in them. Nuzzling her head, inhaling your scent. To have you in her arms, was a luxury not everyone possessed.

She loves to be the small spoon-it gives her a feeling of comfort. A feeling that she does not have to prove herself to anyone, to you. She loved how warm they were, how your warmth made her day better. To have you in an embrace, which no one would get was a luxury which everyone did not possess.

#kakegurui #kakegurui x reader #mary saotome #mary x reader #mary x you #mary x y/n

[kiatheinsomniac]

Please I am BEGGING for a continuation of the James Kidd/Mary Read "Just go back to sleep," fic. I am in tears ;-; I need some more fluff after what Ubisoft did to her. I would would honestly hunt down every red coat in Jamaica after

──── 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐈 ˊˎ -

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: part one [here]. THE HAPPY ENDING THAT MARY DESERVED!! ��𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: James Kidd | Mary Read x Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.1k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 1 mention of difficulty conceiving, reader in a parental role

You push the window open as carefully as you can, praying that it won’t creak on its hinges as you do so. It doesn’t make a sound as you slip inside and carefully place your feet on the floorboards. It’s even darker inside than it is outside without the moon to illuminate the space around you so, a pirate’s trick, you move the patch on your face from one eye to the other; your previously covered eye is already adjusted to the darkness and you find it much easier to make out your surroundings. You’re in a storage room of sorts, shelves lined with clean sheets and spare pillows. Now it’s a game of not making a sound as you step over the old floorboards and make your way to the side door without being seen. 

You’ve removed your boots in order to make less noise, socks gliding across the floor as you do your best to stick to the edges of the floor, by the walls, where you know the boards are less likely to cry out under your weight and alert anyone else of your presence. You creep through the building and sneak past the chapel where you can see the flickering of candlelight and hear the murmurs of one voice reciting prayers. You carefully peek your head around the doorframe to see one nun kneeling at the altar with a rosary clutched in her hands. That complicates things; no one was supposed to be awake at this time. You’d have to warn Mary. 

You creep over to the side door and slide the bolt across to unlock it, finding your lover waiting for you on the other side. The two of you carefully creep inside to the nursery where you can only pray that no baby will begin to stir awake and cry, alerting the sister who is praying in the chapel. You would have done this with just one of you but you refused to see Mary captured again should anything go wrong and you couldn’t identify her baby yourself, you’d never seen the little girl before. The two of you creep inside the nursery that you had located a few days ago by posing as a woman who was considering adopting after difficulty conceiving with your husband. Mary would never have been able to show her face as you had done and so you were the one to create a mental map of the place to make it easier for your plan to sneak in at night and recover Mary’s daughter Anne. 

Mary squints in the darkness as the four babies in their cradles. She was unable to even hold her daughter for very long before the prison guards took her away. She had felt helpless in that moment and had been heartbroken, under the belief that she would never see her little girl again. There was no birthmark to identify her by, only her features. As you watch your lover’s eyes struggle to see clearly in the darkness, you carefully take a box of matches from your pocket and strike one as carefully as possible, holding the match in one hand while your other hovers beneath it should it burn out and fall. The last thing you want is to start a fire in an orphanage. 

You use the firelight to illuminate the babies’ faces until you hear Mary’s breath catch in her throat. 

“Her…” She says as her hands tremble and hover just above a particular baby, “That’s Anne…” She looks at you and you nod your head and extinguish the match. Mary carefully picks up the baby and watches her little eyes scrunch as she’s woken. Careful to not allow her to cry, you watch as your lover takes a seat in the nearby chair and unbutton her shirt. It succeeds in preventing the little girl from crying as Mary cradles her head to her breast. When she’s finished, she takes the extra blanket that you’ve grabbed from the cradle and wraps her daughter up in it as she looks down at the little girl’s sweet face and chubby little cheeks like she’s her very own angel. 

“Let’s go…” You whisper and Mary nods in agreement. The two of you slip out of the side door and very carefully close it behind you as you make your way out to the little boat where Adéwalé is waiting to bring the three of you back upon the Jackdaw. 

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･

That was years ago now, and you still see that same look in Mary’s eyes when her gaze falls upon her daughter: like she’s looking upon a pure, blessed angel. The two of you have since made your way to Louisiana and brought some property – well, Mary’s ‘brother’ James Kidd had done so and therefore everything was in his name. Mary had her daughter baptised as Anne and named you the godmother which is what she calls you now since you do have a parental role in her life and the three of you cannot be seen out in public with her calling the both of you her mother. 

You pull a comb through her blonde hair and weave it into two braids that you tie up in little loops with bows while you watch Mary tend to the vegetable garden. Looking at her mother, you can tell that the little girl’s hair will darken with time to resemble her mother more. 

You had fallen in love with James but you had built a home and family. In hindsight, you never really imagined yourself doing such a thing with a woman once upon a time but she had stolen your heart and you couldn’t care less that little Anne wasn’t your own flesh and blood, she’s your daughter and that’s that as far as you’re concerned. You smile and cup her little face in your hands, chubby toddler cheeks feeling so soft under your palms. You smile and give her a little kiss on the forehead before standing up and taking her hand. 

“Shall we go help mummy?” You ask as you lead her over to Mary who looks at the two of you with such deep love in her eyes that it cannot possibly be put to words. 

“Yeah!” The little girl exclaims as she walks alongside you, quick to get to her knees and look around in the dirt with big, glittering brown eyes where Mary is checking up on your home’s vegetable patch. You give a little giggle and are quickly glad that you tied an apron around her waist to keep her dress from getting dirty. Mary walks over to your side and gives you a little kiss on the cheek. 

“I love you.” She murmurs in your ear and curls an arm around your waist as she looks at her daughter, your daughter inspecting the leaves of plants at your feet in the little garden around the back of your home. You’d both made a new life together and the two of you would do everything in your power to protect it. 

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[idvlover]

*leans to another rocket chair* *ahem* can I request BQ and Michiko react to their mini selves attacking them to protect a platonic!fem reader-

The mini hunters always be beefin' with the actual hunter's in my headcanon

(F/n) = Friends name

Platonic Michiko and Blood Queen with their mini selves protecting F!reader headcanons:

Michiko:

Michiko decided to go friendly for the match seeing that her best friend was selected

She hadn't had the chance to talk to her friend for a moment, since they were both pretty busy for a couple. She also noticed they gained the mini Michiko which she thought was adorable

When the match started Michiko went to go look for (f/n)

She wanted to play a little prank on her by scaring. Tried to at least

The moment Michiko was creeping up behind (f/n), she heard a little scream and saw the mini running up to her, ready to hit her with the fan

(F/n) turned around to see her little friend trying to fight Michiko and started laughing

Michiko just melted at how cute the mini is and that she was trying to protect (f/n)

"Oh my goodness look at you!! You're so adorable!"

Mini grabbed onto her sleeve trying to fight her that way. But Michiko just laughed and kept gushing at her

But when Michiko doesn't go friendly... It's a pain in the ass because mini alerts (f/n). Every. Single. Time.

It came to a point where she doesn't even go after (f/n) first because if she does, not only mini alerts (f/n). She also ends up alerting others in the area

If mini wasn't so cute, Michiko would've tossed her

"You are very lucky I find you adorable."

"At least mini does it to protect me"

"Mini has caused me to get demoted."

"Oops..."

Michiko doesn't really care about rank all that much unless she sets a goal. And getting demoted wasn't one of them

But in quick-matches she messes with Mini all she wants

When Michiko is just standing by the cipher, mini will literally attack her clothing and Michiko will just continue having a conversation with (f/n)

Mary:

Mary likes to chase survivor's around until she can hold them causing them to realize: "Oh hey she's friendly"

It's just funny to her

Now mini has had staring contests with Mary. Even threatened her with her own mirror shard

Mary is very well aware that mini will ruin her chance of catching (f/n). So she fucking blinks closer and grabs mini and keeps a hand over her mouth then leaves temporarily

"Did Mary just snatch mini?"

Mini got put in timeout and tied to something and proceeds to go back and chase (f/n) just to hold her

"Why you gotta do that?"

"Because giving away that you're friendly is boring."

In non-friendly matches. Mary hates the mini so damn much that she will actually tie her to the rocket chair

When she was carrying (f/n) to the chair. Mini came out of nowhere and jumped on her head, causing her to let go of (f/n)

That was the day Mary decided to treat mini like a 5th survivor

"She's just a baby."

"She's a menace."

(F/n) finds this hilarious because she'll see Mary chasing mini around with a pissed off face

Mary will even consider it a win if she only got mini and the survivor escaped

"Good enough"

"You lost the match"

"And I said this was good enough"

When she sees mini being all sweet and innocent, she's like: "Don't be fooled. She'll pull your hair in a match when given the chance."

#idv x reader #blood queen x reader #mary x reader #blood queen #idv blood queen

[marycorcaroli]

♡ nsfw headcanons for my boys ♡

♡ english is not my first language, i apologize for the mistakes. ♡

luffy

— luffy is a whore for you. he doesn't see anything wrong with it, he will moan louder than you (canon) just because he feels so good inside you, he won't miss a moment to say it to you for the millionth time, luffy wants you to know that he doesn't use you just for your body, there is a special intimacy between you.

— he doesn't mind getting on his knees for you and licking you for hours, he just likes the taste of you and it relaxes him. luffy buries his face in your cunt and moans loudly. he also wants you to sit on his face and ride his nose, the fact that your juices will be on his face will make him cum in a second, speaking of which. licking you, luffy can cum just because his tongue is in you.

—he will touch and massage your nipples, put his fingers in your mouth to wet them, and then touch your breasts with the same fingers.

— i don't think he has a very fast pace. the first few times, he will be gentle and sensitive, but after that, girl, you are in hell of endless orgasms!!! he won't stop for a second(unless you ask him to), he wants you to cum together and kiss at that moment(canon).

— daddy king 100%, breeding king and overstimulation = luffy.

zoro.

— zoro will hold your hands during sex always, he doesn't care what position you're in, his palms will always find yours and hold them to increase your overall trust so you know he's still here and loves you dearly.

— A HUGE DICK AND IT'S A FACT. it's so big i'm afraid it might tear you up from its size, but it's also very beautiful. zoro will thrust into you to make you feel him fully and is sure to ask "can you feel me here, honey?" when his hand is on your stomach and his cock is deep inside you.

— the sloppiest when it comes to nipple sucking, he'll leave all his drool on your breasts and leave hickeys around your breasts because he's crazy about them. he'll most likely cum on your breasts and smear his cum all over them.

— will suck on your already swollen clit until you beg him to stop and push him, either way, he's a fan of overstimulation.

— will pull your hair and watch your back arch and your eyes roll with pleasure.

— size king, unprotected sex, prise kink, biting kink.

sanji.

— sanji will make you get on your knees and suck his cock forever. he won't fuck your mouth much at first, but if he sees that you like it, he won't leave you alone. without fail, he will cum in your mouth and then kiss you deeply afterward to make you feel yourself.

— not against the idea of tying your hands so you can't touch him and begging him to untie you. blindfold you so you don't know what he's going to do next and sanji can play his game.

— his hands are always on your body, his lips are always on your lips, and his cock is always deep inside you. that time when he thrusts roughly into you and your lips touch in a tender kiss will make him see the brightest stars.

— really loves playing with your nipples and won't stop until you cum from it.

— he wants to cum deep inside you and see you pregnant, he's probably always wanted that. you walk around with his baby inside you, your tummy is so cute, he gets turned on by the idea in SECONDS.

— loves rough sex anywhere but has a kink for the shower and kitchen.

— the ultimate pervert.

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece x reader #one piece x you #luffy #luffy imagine #luffy x reader #zoro imagine #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #zoro x you #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x you #inaki godoy #inaki godoy x reader #taz skylar #mackenyu #mary ♡ #apologize

[remuslupinlovebot]

marauders era p links (18+)

all links lead to p0rn !! watch at your own risk and do not watch in public

REGULUS BLACK

regulus fingering you in his dorm

regulus bouncing you on his cock

JAMES POTTER

riding james when he visits you for summer break

james celebrating a quidditch win

james absolutely devouring you as if you were his last meal on earth (this is the hottest video)

james teasing you while you’re wearing his hoodie

james stuffing you full and showing how much you mean to him

james eating his pretty girl out

SIRIUS BLACK

sirius making his girl feel good

showing sirius what a good girl you are

69’ing with sirius

sirius using his long fingers to make you cum

morning fucks with sirius

sirius fucking you at your house

REMUS LUPIN

remus fucking your face

remus fucking you in the bathroom before a full moon

riding professor lupin

getting extra credit with professor lupin

BARTY CROUCH JR

bouncing on bartys cock

barty fucking the LIFE out of you

MARLENE MCKINNON

marlene riding the life out of you

marlene making you look in the mirror as she destroys you

marlene fingering you till you’re shaking

making a sex tape with marlene

marlene eating you out

making out with marlene

LILY EVANS

fucking lily with a d!ldo

intimate but intense foreplay with lily

fucking lily in the common room

sucking mommy’s tits like a good girl

roommate lily helping you out

car sex with lily

thanking lily for date night by eating her out

lily sitting on your face <3

using mommy’s tits to cum

MARY MACDONALD

mary bringing you to heaven with her fingers

mary sending you a video while you’re on a work trip

home alone with mary

fucking mary after coming home to her all dolled up

making mary cum

eating mary out by the pool

DORCAS MEADOWES

eating dorcas out till she’s whimpering

(doesn’t really look like dorcas but it’s hot so whatever) devouring dorcas on the kitchen counter

giving dorcas special treatment after a night out

dorcas riding you

RANDOM

marlene eating lily out to give her a break from studying

pansy parkinson riding the genuine life out of you

pandora, dorcas and barty having fun when the dorms are empty

foreplay with lily and nb partner (not RLLY p0rṉ)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF ANY DON’T WORK!!

#marauders #slytherin skittles #dead gay wizards #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #lily evans #dorcas meadowes #mary macdonald x lily evans #marlene mckinnon x lily evans #barty crouch jr #marauders smut #james potter smut #remus lupin smut #sirius black smut #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #lily evans x reader #mary macdonald x reader #marlene mckinnon x reader #dorcas meadowes x reader #slytherin

[hihomeghere]

Fakin' it | Arthur Morgan/Reader

Word Count : 3k Summary : After a botched robbery, Arthur and you take refuge in a hotel, hiding from the O'Driscolls outside your door. When they do decide to search for you two, how will you throw them off your track? Warnings/Tags : Enemies to lovers <3, unprotected piv sex, guns, cursing, reader has female gentailia, fingering, one bed, fake marriage

Of course the job that went bad had to be with Arthur. Why Dutch had put you two together was beyond you. Everyone around the gang knew that it was volatile anytime you two were together. But, you were cunning, quick minded in a pinch. Arthur was strong, easily able to take down a man twice his size, not that someone of that caliber came along often. To put it simply, you were the brains, he was the brawn. As much as you hated to admit, you made a good team on jobs. This time however, a simple robbery had turned into dozens of O’driscolls around every corner. You two had barely made it into a hotel unscathed. 

“One room.” Arthur said, setting down some coins on the table top as you watched the door. Your hand resting against your gun in your dress pocket.

“Name?” The man asked with a smile.

“Callahan.” Arthur said looking back at you. “Mr. and Mrs. Callahan.” He said, turning back to the clerk. You heard footsteps outside of the hotel, you turned quickly grabbing Arthur’s arm.

“Sweetheart.” You cooed, internally cringing as you called him by that name. You looked at him with wide eyes, “Come on.” You said with a nervous smile.

“We’re newlyweds, a bit excited if you can’t tell.” He chuckled, turning back to the clerk, his arm wrapping around your waist.

“Of course.” The clerk said with a knowing smile, you wanted to barf as Arthur squeezed your waist. “Up the stairs to the left.” He said, handing Arthur a key.

“Much appreciated.” Arthur said his hand on the small of your back as you two climbed the stairs. As soon as you turned the corner you nearly ran to the door, Arthur slid the key in the lock and turned it, ushering you inside. As soon as the door was closed behind you, he was locking it just as fast. 

Once you got in the room you moved away from Arthur’s side, letting out a sigh as you looked around the room. One bed, of course, you two were acting as a couple.

“Mr. and Mrs. Callahan, really?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you turned to look at Arthur. 

“Less eyes on us if we’re a couple, not cause I wanna play house with you.” He said with a grunt, barely raising his head to look at you. He walked over to the bed, moving to take his boots off.

“Less eyes.” You scoffed, looking around the room, walking over to the window. You pulled the blinds back, peeking out to the streets below. 

“The hell you think you're doing?” Arthur hissed, his hand wrapping around your wrist.

“Looking.” You said glaring up at him. “Is that a crime?”

“Do you want to give away our position?” He growled, his eyes dark.

“I think it’s pretty damn clear we’re in one of these shops, now we have to wait it out until they’re gone.” You said pulling away your arm from his grasp. He let out a deep breath, his jaw clenched as he looked away from you.

“How many are out there?” He asked, holding his hat as he ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know, maybe a dozen?” You said crossing your arms.

“Dutch said to keep a low profile,” He muttered to himself, “We can’t go out there guns blazing.” He said, setting his hat down on the bedside table. 

“That’s obvious.” You said, shaking your head. He scoffed, looking up at you.

“Are you trying to piss me off, or is that just one of your special talents?” Arthur said glaring at you.

“Oh I have lots of talents.” You say, stepping closer a scowl on your face. 

“If only one of them was keeping your mouth shut.” He growled. 

“God, what is your problem?” You huff looking away from him.

“My problem?” He scoffs getting up from the bed. “You’re my problem." He said, his chest almost touching yours as you looked up at him.

“Feelings mutual.” You huff, glaring up at him. He clenched his jaw, shaking his head as you walked away from him. 

“We’re gonna have to wait it out.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“The hell are we gonna do?” You asked throwing your hands up. 

“I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna take advantage of this bed.” He said laying back down on the bed, placing his hat over his face. You bit your cheek looking at him as he crossed his legs. He did have a point, the bed looked a whole lot softer than your cot back at camp. You mulled it over for a second before sitting down on the edge of the bed. You unlaced your boots, laying back on the bed. Your eyes quickly drew heavy, the adrenaline of the chase finally wearing off. 

The sun was setting when you woke up, the light slowly disappearing behind the horizon. The room was quiet except for Arthur’s breathing. You sat up in bed, looking over at him. His hat had fallen off his face when he rolled over sometime during his sleep. He looked so peaceful when he slept, it was like seeing a completely different side of him. It’s at this moment you really appreciate how beautiful Arthur truly is. The bridge of his nose is high, broken one too many times. His plump lips parted slightly, like two petals. His sandy brown hair falling over his forehead. 

You wanted to reach out and move it out of his face, but thought better of it. You didn’t want to disturb him and it wasn’t often that you saw him without a furrowed brow. 

Just as you were laying back down you heard heavy footsteps up the stairs. By your guess, four, maybe five men. You sit up quietly, feeling your heart pound against your rib cage. Arthur sprang up in bed as soon as they kicked open the first door. They must have turned right when they went up the stairs. The yell of shock sounded farther down the hall. He turned to you, his eyes wide. He reached for his gun belt on the floor but you stopped him. Your brain was running through all the situations. Four or five men, sure you and Arthur could take them, but that’s not exactly a low profile. 

Against your better judgment you picked the solution with the least amount of bloodshed. You swung your leg over Arthur’s waist.

“The hell are you doing-“ Arthur hissed before you covered his mouth with your hand. Your fingers started working on the buttons of your blouse as you rolled your hips forward. Arthur looked up at you with a wide eyed expression, his bright eyes frantically moving between his gun belt on the floor and the door. His stubble lightly scratched your palm as you held your hand over his mouth, his plump lips almost kissing your palm.

You forced a high pitched moan as you moved your hips faster on the bed, the bedframe hitting the wall. Creating the illusion you two were having sex.

The gears slowly started to turn in Arthur’s mind, his hands gripping your hips as he propelled you faster. The bedframe was now rocking against the wall, as you pulled your arms out of your blouse, leaving your chest bare. Your nipples hardened from the cold air as goosebumps sprung up on your skin. Arthur’s eyes were closed as he turned his head, forcing a low groan. Although you knew his groans were fake, the way his body reacted to your touch was more than real. You kept up with your moans, trying to put on a good enough show.

The door was soon forced open, as two O’Driscolls entered  the room with their guns raised. You scream, Arthur is quick to pull your chest down to his. You were pressed tight against him, his warm hands keeping you flush against him, all of him. His work shirt rubs against your nipples in such a fucking delicious way, it doesn’t help tbe adrenaline coursing through your veins. You can’t see anything, your head buried into Arthur’s neck, his stubble now rubbing against your cheek.

“Get the hell out of here!” Arthur yells, hidden by your upper half.

One of them clears their throat before exiting the room, closing the door behind them. You hold your breath waiting for their footsteps to retreat down the hallway. You let out a sigh of relief as they meet back up with the other men, walking down the stairs.

Hesitantly Arthur moves his hands off your back, you sit up covering your breasts with your arms. Arthur, however, was staring up towards the ceiling. His jaw clenched as he avoided looking at you.

You moved off of his waist, grabbing your blouse before slipping your arms through the sleeves. You buttoned it up, swallowing thickly as Arthur cleared his throat. 

“Now uh-“ Arthur said letting out a sigh, “I want you to know that I didn’t see nothin’.” The bed whines slightly as he stands up. 

“I know you felt something.” You said, shaking your head as you blush from head to toe. 

“Now-“ Arthur sighed, running a hand through his hair as you turned to face him, his eyes flicking around the room before settling at your feet as he held up his hand. “We can just pretend this never happened, it was a matter of life and death.”

“I understand that.” You looked at him, fully looked at him. His gaze was low, his chest rising and falling quickly, his cheeks flushed. God, he looks wrecked.

Your eyes trailed over his body as he stood there, his hand on his hip as he popped his knee out. Your eyes moved down further, almost popping out of your head as you see how painfully hard he is pressed against his pants. 

“Are you-“ The words fall out of your mouth before you can think to stop them.

“Jesus.” Arthur sighed looking down, his hand rubbing his eyebrows.

“You are.” A nervous chuckle leaves your mouth as your eyes trailed up and down his body. You felt heat begin to spread between your thighs as he met your eyes. Your heart is still pounding against your rib cage from the encounter with the O’Driscolls. 

“I’m-“ He started throwing his hands up, “I’m sorry, alright but you can’t expect me- I’m only a man.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

“It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

“Nothing to be ashamed-“ He cut you off, shaking his head, “There is plenty to be ashamed of, I shouldn’t be getting so… so worked up over you.” He said motioning to you. You couldn’t help that you were also getting worked up, you subtly rubbed your thighs together. Trying to get any friction where you needed it most. Heat bloomed in your stomach as the tension in the room only got worse. He furrowed his brows, studying you.

“Wait,” He chuckled, shaking his head, “You feel it too.” He said, crossing his arms.

You scoffed, looking off to the side. “You wish.” You said, hating the slight tremor in your voice. Arthur strode across the room, stopping in front of you. He reached towards you, tilting your chin so you would have to look at him. 

“Tell me you don’t want this.” He said softly, his other arm encircling your waist pulling you flush against him. You stayed silent, looking up into his blue eyes. Slowly a smirk worked its way onto his face, “That’s what I thought.” He chuckled, cupping your cheek. He leaned forward brushing his nose against yours. Giving you the option to pull away if you wanted, his eyes softening as he looked into yours. You took the plunge, capturing his lips against your own as you threaded your fingers through his hair.

A groan rumbled through his chest as his hand tightened around your waist. You felt dizzy as his lips moved against yours, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth allowing his access as he pressed into you deeper. He rubbed himself against you, his hips pressed against your lower belly. 

You pulled away, breathing hard as you looked up at him. His face was flushed, his mouth parted slightly as his chest rose and fell rapidly. You unbuttoned your blouse for the second time, just as feverishly as the first time, but now for a completely different reason. Arthur followed your lead, pushing his own suspenders down, his skillful fingers unbuttoning his own shirt. His eyes returned to your body as he ripped his shirt off of his shoulders, settling onto your breasts. He stared down at you, an almost predatory expression on his face. He closed the distance between you, his hand wrapping around your waist as the other kneaded your breast. You let out a soft gasp, which quickly turned to a moan as he ran his thumb over your perk nipple. 

“Arthur.” He stared down at you, his eyes darkening as he watched you shiver against him. He flipped you around, his hand pressing you down onto the bed. His other hand flipped your skirts up, before pulling down your underclothes. He let out a soft groan as his eyes connected with your almost dripping pussy.

“This all for me?” He cooed, swiping his finger through your folds. You gasped, nodding as your hands gripped the quilt. 

“Yes.” You breathed, “Yes all for you.”

“Good girl.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he sunk a finger into your heat. You gasped as he slowly started pumping his finger inside of you. He leaned over you, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “Yeah you like that don’t you?” He said nibbling on your earlobe. Your breath hitched in your throat as he added another finger, scissoring them inside your walls.

“Fuck Arthur.” You melwed, pressing your forehead against the slightly scratchy quilt underneath you. “I need you.” You huffed, your walls clenching around his fingers.

“I’m gettin’ there.” He chuckled, pulling his finger out of you, you sighed at the loss. You could hear the rustling of clothing behind you, the distinctive metal on metal as you pulled off his belt. His warm calloused hands ran up your backside, gently spreading you before the head of his cock met your entrance. 

Jesus Christ he was big. 

He spit into his palm, pulling away as he spread his spit over the head of his cock. 

“What the hell is taking so long?” You asked impatiently, turning your head to look at him. His eyes met yours, a wicked grin on his face as he forcefully shoved his cock through your folds. It was like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs as you were propelled forward onto the bed. His hands pulled your hips back and speared you onto his dick. 

“Arthur!” You yelped, your fingers gripping the quilt as he thrust his pelvis flush to yours. 

“Christ woman.” He groaned, laying his forehead against your bare back. You moan as he pulls his hips back before thrusting back into you. “You sound even better when you ain’t faking it.” You can feel the chuckle rumble through his chest more than you can hear it as he speaks. 

“Arthur, Jesus." You pant, almost drooling over the way his cock hits that spot inside you over and over again. 

“Mmm.” He moans, tight lipped as he tilts his head back. You push back against him, meeting every one of his thrusts “Yeah, atta girl.” His praise only spurred you on, your thighs shaking as you pushed your ass against his pelvis. “You close?” He whispered, his warm hand moving down your thigh between your legs. His thumb circling your clit was enough to send you over the edge. You were grateful your upper half was supported by the plush bed as your legs gave out under you. A high pitched moan worked its way out of your chest as you all but collapsed on the bed. Your walls fluttered around him, milking his cock. 

“Shit.” He panted his breath fanning on your back as his forearms caged you in, his hips stuttering as he released his seed inside you. He groaned, resting his forehead against your back as he collapsed on you. His sweaty chest sticking against your back. He pulled out of you, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He whispered. 

“S’okay.” You said breathing hard, his cum seeping down your thighs. He kissed down your spine, his hand lovingly squeezing your hips. 

He grabbed a towel from the dresser, cleaning your thighs off. 

“Who would have thought you’d known about aftercare.” You chuckle softly, your heart rate slowly coming back to normal.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me sweetheart.” He huffs, a small smirk on his face as he tucked himself back into his pants. He reached down, pulling your bloomers back up over your hips. 

“Oh yeah?” You chuckled, grabbing your blouse as he grabbed his shirt off the floor.

“Yeah, Mrs. Callahan.” He smirked walking towards you, buttoning his shirt as he stood in front of you. You rolled your eyes, buttoning your blouse. He wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.” He said, his hand trailing down your jaw. 

“Alright, fine. Mr. Callahan.” You huffed, a blush covering your cheeks as you rested your hands against his broad chest. 

“Next time,” He tightened his grip on your hips, his lips against your ear, “You’re riding me.”

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