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Taehyung x American Reader - 🔥💕
Note: This is purely self indulgent and I didn’t have anything for Tae on the list yet! There is definitely some humor and hopefully some enjoyable smut. The other members do make an appearance. Happy Thanksgiving everybody!
Note note: omg this was longer than expected. I was hella sick for the last two days, but here it is. Hope everyone had a good holiday!
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So far, the guys seemed to enjoy Your American traditions. Everything from exchanging valentines all the way to hunting for colored eggs and even stealing kisses under mistletoe. You hadn’t had the chance to subject them to the wild day of over eating and taking naps and shopping online yet, however, and it was that time of year. “Kookie, you better get out of the kitchen! I swear if you stole another-“
The Maknae gave you a sheepish, deviled egg grin as he swiped the remaining filling off the edge of his lip and tilted his head. His English had greatly improved, though it still had an adorable accent and fumble to it that made you grin as he quickly apologized. You still didn’t know why he had to speak in English when you had learned Korean. “Noona, I’m so sorry. These egg... things are... so good. We need more.” You nodded, shooing his large frame out of the kitchen only to be pushed back in by another large frame.
Taehyung didn’t care too much to apologize to Jungkook as he shoved him aside for you, only giving the younger man a playful eyebrow waggle, his eyes going up in that silly face he made before he grabbed the ladle from the crock pot to pour himself another cup of apple cider. “This is good. But... I’m afraid I’m going to drink it all.” They were all in and out of the kitchen now, examining the plates you had assembled. Jin and Yoongi were really the only ones allowed since they cooked the most, but it seemed the smells were too much for the others to resist. “Don’t drink it all or you’re gonna be sick, Tae.”
He shrugged, and after eyeing you for a long moment, he retreated. Things had been different between the two of you. Stolen glances, less than innocent flirting and suggestive gestures. You had always known he could be down right dirty, keeping up with even Jimin and Namjoon, but lately it seemed he’d fallen into a habit of making you blush. Earlier, when you’d been found searching the cupboards, he’d all but given you a heart attack when his hand slid up the inside of your thigh to support you.
Originally, you’d passed it off as a caring gesture, one he’d do for any of the guys as well, but the rush of desire that came when he actually hefted you off the counter when you found the can of corn spoke otherwise. Maybe you were projecting your desire for him, but you couldn’t help but feel your body heat when his gaze left you to disappear under his lush lashes. Why did he have to look so damn good?
Could you just eat him for dinner?
“Namjoon!”
The scuffle in the dining area and several mumbled apologies from Namjoon alerted you right out of your wandering thoughts, making you gasp as you narrowly dodged burning yourself on a hot casserole dish. “What happened?” Tae came rushing in to pull off his shirt, the warm drink he’d just served himself staining the front of the white sweater. “Oh no.” You rushed to him, wiping the sticky liquid from his chest with a wet dishtowel before you looked his shirt over. “Go wash it according to the directions. It should be ok if you do it fast.”
He had frozen in place, missing your command while he gawked at your hands on his abdomen and chest. There had been several times the two of you had touched, but never like this that he could think of. Your touch was soft and careful, like you were somehow concerned over him being burned, though he was sure it hadn’t been quite that hot. “Noona, it’s ok.” As your eyes lifted to his, you finally snapped out of it to realize what the hell you were doing. “Oh! Sorry... uhm. Hurry! Dinner is ready.”
Aside from Namjoon, who was cleaning up the spill, you asked the others for help as Tae backed away toward the laundry room, and thanked the heat of the kitchen to explain your flushed face. The guys did not need to know that you were crushing on Taehyung. It would... be disastrous. “Careful, guys.” Hoseok and Jungkook placed your perfectly roasted bird on the table and you clapped your hands. “Oh my god, Norman Rockwell would be impressed. TAE! Put a shirt on and come sit for a picture.”
And so you could fucking breathe again.
The guys sat while Jungkook set his camera up on a delay, rushing back to his seat beside Jimin before he held up two fingers as they posed. The flash of the camera saved the moment in time as you let Jin cut the turkey, the others digging into the dishes. Green bean casserole, candied yams, dressing, salad, potato salad, mashed potatoes, rice (per their request), macaroni and cheese, deviled eggs, kimchi that Jin and Jungkook demanded, pumpkin pie, apple pie, and a caramel cheesecake, what was left of the cider, Soju, beer, soda, gravy, ham, and rolls.
If this wasn’t a carb load, you didn’t know what would be. They better be energized after this and ready to go... though the turkey might slow them down. “So... most of these are things I am used to eating at my own family gatherings. But we added some of your things so everything is balanced! Eat up!” You didn’t have to speak twice, the seven men around you stuffing their faces. Animated chatter had you distracted, but a tap against your shin made you turn to look at Tae, who offered you a bite of ham, rice, and kimchi. “Noona, this is good. Try.” You took the bite, the smirks around the table missed by your eyes.
Tae had voiced his interest in you several times with his members, but he had never really imagined you were going to even come close to reciprocating until now. The blushing cheeked glances and giggles and touches spoke volumes to him about your comfort with him, and he was not afraid to use that to his advantage. “Wow. That... the kimchi... it totally made that better!” Tae nodded and laughed softly, taking a sip of his cider as he eyed you over the rim of the cup.
If you could actually melt... you would’ve.
Between reminding Jungkook to chew his food fully so he didn’t choke and coordinating how to have them put whipped topping on their pie without unloading an entire can on their hands for a trick video for tik tok or their mouths to just eat it, dinner was rather entertaining. Eventually, the tryptophan started to kick in, however, Yoongi being the first one to retreat for a nap. Jungkook and Jimin had attempted to watch a movie while digesting, luring Namjoon and Jin in before they were all snoring.
Hoseok was able to help clean up before he retreated too, and you were sure you’d seen Tae disappear to his room. “Thank you Hobi!” He nodded and shuffled out, leaving you alone. Or at least you thought you were. Humming softly, you began putting the bit of leftovers away, leaning into the fridge. You closed it and turned only to immediately press back into the cool metal, Tae’s face right in front of you. “Kim Taehyung... where do you get off thinking you can just-“
The hungry kiss was not expected. How had he even just snuck up on you?! His lips were needy, working yours open to plunge his tongue past, leaving your reeling. Nope, this was not real. You had simply fell into a post feast day dream. There was no way you were playing tonsil hockey with Tae. But you had to let yourself enjoy it, moaning into the kiss as you threaded your fingers into his messy hair. Being lifted from the floor, you wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you, hiding your face in his neck when he proudly toted you past the snoring pile of men on the couch.
Maybe it wasn’t a dream?
The click of his door shutting as he shuffled with you in his arms pulled you from his neck, and he laid you down, lips finding yours again as he climbed between your legs. “You’ve been torturing me all day... and months before that. How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself?” He spoke softly against your lips before he opened his eyes, meeting your gaze. “I... Tae...” He worried for a second if he had read the signals wrong...
But then your hands pushed his new sweater up his back and he groaned softly when you nipped his bottom lip. “I’m still hungry... for you.” If that wasn’t the way to melt your panties you were sure the slick between your thighs was arousal for him then. His left hand pulled your body tight against his, right arm switching as he rotated out of his sweater you so insistently tugged over his head. “Tell me this is what you wanted... tell me I wasn’t wrong.” He was practically begging you to reinforce your attraction to him, and you whimpered and nodded.
Not satisfied, Tae caught your jaw in gentle fingertips, eyebrow raised as if he was waiting for you to clarify. “I... yes. I want you, Tae. God, I want you.” That was all he needed to hear, it seemed, his kiss feeling like it would swallow you up. Who knew he’d be this intense? Well, based off of Singularity, you should’ve known. His hands left your hips to tug your longer sweater dress off your body and over your head. You laid beneath him now in only leggings, leg warmers, and your underwear.
Long, delicate fingers traced the lace detail on your baby pink bra before they dipped up and inward to map out the swell of your cleavage. “Fuck... I can’t believe this... look at you.” He seemed beside himself and you blushed under his gaze, eyes tracing his features. He had gained a lot of muscle over the last few months, looking absolutely delectable. Your tongue and teeth were practically itching to trace every inch of him. And dammit... you meant every inch.
He called you up with the waggle of his fingers before he reached behind you to undo your bra. It took a moment, and he laughed in his frustration before you helped him, his laugh softening against your lips. “I’ve dreamed of this moment, baby. Making you mine... showing you how you make me feel.” His deep voice left you vibrating under him, pressing closer wherever you could for contact. His fingers hooked under the tack of your bra and tugged, freeing your chest from its prison. You didn’t miss the little inhale he did as he laid eyes on you.
Your mind could have never imagined being the reason for Tae’s undoing. He looked so enraptured by just looking at you, but acted like a man starved as he kissed between them, over the soft mound of each as well, before he swirled a nipple with that skillful tongue of his and then all but swallowed it up. The sound you made was probably just as unbelievable because you were sure you didn’t sound like a damn pornstar. “God... Tae...”
He felt the need in your pleading words and use of his name, deft fingertips already shedding your leggings and panties right along with them. He needed to feel you. Instantly greeted by your slick arousal, he groaned and pulled back to watch his fingers work you into a panting frenzy. “That’s all because of me? Damn baby, I should’ve made a move a long time ago... fuck, look at you.” You wished you could. For now, you’d have to take his word for it. “Ah... mhmm, like that.”
“I’ll taste you fully another day baby. Right now I need to fill you up.” He sucked his fingers clean so lewdly that you clenched around nothing, dazed and needy as he stripped off his jeans and boxers. Jimin hadn’t lied. Tae was impressive on all accounts. He was perfectly thick, longer than you’d expected, and the softest dusty pink you had ever imagined. Any other day you might’ve sobbed and begged to suck him off. But right now... you needed him buried to the hilt inside you.
“Condom?”
You almost missed the question, and you sputtered to life, fingers reaching to touch him as you kissed his lips. “No, I’m a big girl. I come protected thanks to Mirena.” He blinked and you laughed. “Sorry... birth control.” Finally understanding, you squeaked when he launched forward, scooping you up to drag you up the bed, before he dipped between your thighs and wasted not another second in connecting your bodies.
You’d never felt so full. So whole. So... stuffed.
“Oh my god.”
He grunted when you grappled with his body, trying to hang on somehow when he thrusted. It was so much all at once that you made a ridiculous attempt to catch your breath at the same time it was being forced out of you. “Are you ok?” He whimpered, his next thrust gentler as you nodded. Your Head was too far gone to form sentences, so you inhaled softly, able to breathe again, and stroked his face. “I’m fine... so big. Fuck.” His smirk was your only warning before he snapped his hips again, with gusto, earning frantic noises from your lips before he tried to silence them with a kiss.
“You’re so fucking tight... damn.”
You were vaguely aware of his arm over you, gripping the headboard so it didn’t hit the wall. Legs hitched up higher, your brain spiraled down into pleasure as he let himself go, fucking you into the mattress. His pace was almost bruising, the poor man having been driven insane over the last few months, wanting you but not knowing if he could have you. Gasping your praises as he pushed you over the edge, you caught the perfect sight of Taehyung losing his mind over how you clenched around him through your blurry vision.
“Fuck baby, that’s it... take it.”
He was so damn dirty, and you loved it. Feeling him empty himself into you after a handful of stuttering thrusts, you fell limp under him, only to be scooped up and held close. Taehyung groaned as he laid back in his bed, letting you straddle him. Hot kisses spread up your throat and along your jaw before he kissed you in a much softer way, almost lazy and indulgent. “I promise I’ll go softer in round two baby... I just couldn’t wait...” you found your words as you laughed, pulling from his lips to look him in the eye. “Wait for what?” His smirk told you something dirty was coming, and he snorted. “You know... like you said about the turkey...” He chuckled at your face, and licked his lips.
“You said it needed extra stuffing.”
📌 // pin my muse’s wrists above their head (from teach while they're fooling around)
AGGRESSION // SEXUAL TENSION .
Anne gasps and immediately tries to stifle it; really, as long as this has been going on now, she should know better.
Kissing--even when straddling his lap, grinding down at times to tease, topless and moaning, even pressed up against him and desperate, nipples pebbling, flush starting in her cheeks and his--was one thing. Is. Is one thing. And this is quite another.
Anne is breathless and even past the chiding she hears in her own mind--whore, slut, captain's woman and naught more--her legs fall open for him. Lips parted. Eyes a bit glazed. In only her trousers and spread-kneed on his bed. There's something dangerous in liking men like Teach--big enough and tall enough and broad enough and strong enough to bend anyone over their knee but smart enough to do the same without lifting a finger. From down here, there's no escape from him. It's exactly where she wants to be and more than probably where she needs to be, held down but gently, all the dressings of a fight to make giving it up a little easier for her pride to bear.
She's almost scared to speak. To move. To do more than stare up at him and dumbly pray he'll kiss her, or worse.
Edward :3
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Hello, darling. Not sure what you expected here, but--that's what you get, making blind deals with the devil. Think of me as...the Devil on your shoulder. And in her ear, sometimes.
In fairness to you, I was...accidentally privvy to some information I'm not sure I ought to disclose. Oops. But don't worry, we don't need to go into you and your--what's the metaphor for this one?--"fine things." I know your type even without that. I know everyone's type.
So. Let's start with the basics, shall we?
You, darling, have an issue with authority and control, specifically in the bedroom. Heavy is the head that wears the crown and all. (I can sympathise.) On the one hand: you in control. Stress relief, maybe, or a showy new conquest. Something exciting. You can't very well relinquish control. Word can't get around that you would. Your reputation's at stake--as a conqueror, as a leader. So you do what's good for the ego. You take control. First. Always. Because it's easy, isn't it?
But what's easy doesn't feel half as good as what's not. And on the other hand, what you wouldn't give to have somebody else in control. Can't say without cheating whether that means you want someone to rough you up or wrap you in silks, but I think we both know exactly what that answer is. (And I must say, darling, it's a pity you went off and lost someone willing to indulge that for you. There aren't many men of his disposition inclined towards taking up the reigns here.)
--Ah. Time's up. Come back any time, darling.
Anne's head swims when they kiss. Even if she weren't so button-lipped half the time, she wouldn't have the words to explain the world of difference Edward and his stupid cunting "courting" had done so far. And even if she did have the words, they were a long way off of being something she'd be able to say. It'd been a shock after the first time that he'd let her stay without making her pay, as it were, but she'd barely had time to start wondering what the fuck that could mean before he'd been off doing some stupid thing else and keeping her on her toes.
She's not complaining about his way of letting her catch her breath, though. She squeezes his fingers back and tries to strangle another stupid fucking needy sound out of her when he shifts on the bed and presses her more into it. Fuck. Fuck!
She follows him without thinking when he pulls away, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown. Broken intensity be damned! If he'd wanted it broken, he should've broken it before getting them here.
It takes her an embarrassingly second to realize she hasn't answered, just lain there staring at his lips like an arse. It takes her another fumbling moment to find her voice, already hoarse.
"Y--yes." That feels stupid. "I like that." Not helping the matter. She stops her dumb motor-mouth before it goes off and makes her look any more a foolish whelp under in front of him, settling for squeezing his fingers to convey that instead. Please?
When he looks down into her striking, sea-glass eyes and sees his own desire reflected right back at him it's enough to make his head spin. Anne's beautiful; red hair splayed around her and flushed skin. For a few moments all he can do is gaze down at her, caught up in the moment.
What Edward wants is to touch her, but it's their first time to get this far. So he settles in between her legs and kisses her slowly. His hands on her wrists slide upwards until he can weave his fingers into hers, gives an affectionate squeeze while keeping Anne pressed into the bed.
It occurs to him he's buying some time for cooler heads to prevail, breaking up the intensity to create space to think.
Edward looks into her eyes again, studying her face with an open and yet hungry expression of his own. He's only human, damn it. "Do you like that?"
@neverhangd
Subtle suggestive smut prompts :
1. "I've missed your touch." 2. "I think about you. Ceaselessly." 3. "You feel so good." 4. "Let me look at you." 5. "Don't stop." 6. "Say it again." 7. "Tell me again." 8. "Your wish is my command." 9. "I am yours to do as you please." 10. "You don't know what you do to me." 11. "You are all I can think about." 12. "The things I want to do to you..." 13. "I want you. All of you." 14. "Take it off." 15. "Close your eyes." 16. "Tell me what you want. In details." 17. "I could come just from looking at you." 18. "Just for me." 19. "You're not playing fair." 20. "Leave it on." 21. "Please." 22. "You'll be the end of me." 23. "I can't wait to take this off you." 24. "Slower. I want to make this last." 25. "Tighter." 26. "Show me." 27. "Just for you." 28. "You blush so beautifully." 29. "I can't get enough of you." 30. "Make me yours."
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Jesus fuck, it must be the smoke, right? Anne is hardly a woman of any strong moral fiber, but surely she's above dropping trou the minute a man touches her throat, right? She's not about to stand here and let challenge become seduction, isn't going to let Ed go any further than this on a lark. Right? ...right?
Jesus.
If she was a shorter woman, it probably wouldn't have been so damningly obvious when her knees went weak and she got a little boneless against him the second that hand got there. There are things Anne still hasn't figured out how to process: this is one of them. Hand on her throat. Love in her ear. An acknowledgement of all of...that, the things that keep Anne sleepless at night.
She swallows and feels grateful he isn't looking her dead in the face; it makes her mottled blush at having reinforced the feeling of that hand a little easier to bear, even if it still heats her cheeks and the tips of her ears. She reaches up and touches his wrist with two fingers, but she doesn't go to move it anywhere. Scared maybe Jack's hidden away in this same smoky room, and it isn't a lark but a trap. Or worse, maybe Ed thinks he's saving her or some noble shite like that, or doesn't realize that Jack says girlfriend and means wife, a thing he never lets Anne forget. If it's not a trap and Jack doesn't know, could she bear the responsibility of making a homewrecker of Ed? Jack would never forgive him. Might even if kill him if he so much as whiffed him anywhere on Anne.
He's probably expecting an answer or some shite. She opens her mouth and fights to keep breathing slow and and deep against the swelling tide of terrors at her back--including the ones she might really let in. If he's sure. If he's full sure.
"...ye have t'be full sure, Ed," she says slowly. She looks over her shoulder but doesn't otherwise move, except to wrap her hand on his wrist in a gentle, grounding warning. "He en't James. He don't share, even t'have a lark about it. Not with...," us, she isn't fucking blind but maybe he is, like she used to be, "...me. I won't let ye make a homewrecker of yerself if ye've even a doubt." Tongue to her lips. Fingers on his wrist. Grounding. Jesus, who can stay grounded in this fucking smoking parlor of his?
“You won’t break me.”
suggestive sentence starters || accepting
"I know. I'm half convinced you're more steel than woman, Anne," Ed puffed a breath through his nose, holding her from behind. He lifted his hand to gently gather her hair and move it from her neck. His fingers curled around her throat a moment later, firm enough to feel but still painfully gentle.
"Doesn't always have to hurt, love," he murmured in her ear, "not like that."
Belated Sinday? Questions for Anne:
1) Is Anne kinky? How is she kinky, if so. 2) What makes sex an enjoyable experience for Anne? 3) What's the best sex she's ever had in her life? If all of it has been shit - then what's her fantasy? 4) What's her energy in bed? (Top/bottom/switch/domme/sub/etc.) 5) Does she have a preference in partners?
BONUS I am tossing Marin and Westley's name in for the surprise. They're glaring at me. Too bad for them.
Only if you feel like it though.
orion gets me ♡ || the crowley show!
Let me preface this by saying that I am still very much exploring Anne, so all of this should be considered at least somewhat mutable unless otherwise stated.
Well I can't imagine her vanilla, if that's what you mean. There's a sad combination of a dearth of experience and really shitty partners within that dearth that make the extent of kinds weirdly hard for me to parse through, but I've figured out a handful already. Anne is a sub, though she also service tops as needed (? - unclear). She really isn't into anything too painful--rough past experience, consider that mostly immutable--but I think she could try most things for most partners. Including injuring them to some slight degree, if that's what they're into and they ease her into, IZZY. Group sex is considered kinky and Anne's polyamorous and sometimes uses sex as an expression of social bonding. I can't say if the entire lifestyle is for her, but a lot of the trappings of BDSM--bondage, d/s themes, safe words > no, etc.--are very appealing to Anne. Fun bonus, as long as you don't almost die doing it, she's a great Battle Partner and will get frisky watching you kick ass. (...and other generally pirate things, we've learned, but I don't want the non-pirates simping for Anne to feel left out. ;P)
-laughs in backstory- Uhm. Sorry about that. So "enjoyable experience" has to here be taken as "why does she continue to have sex even with the trauma and the drama surrounded by it," the answer to which might actually surprise you. On the one hand, sex is a social bond, a moment in time in which Anne is able to give a piece of herself she'd otherwise keep locked away. Besides, it's an easy, she'd say "mostly painless" way to connect with somebody else and give them something they're lacking, at least in that moment. She's gone such a long time feeling that she has to justify her worth and using sex as an easy means to do that to anyone who "cares" for her. It's only recently Anne's begun to tell the difference between lip service and meaning that, though, and she's incredibly wary of anyone she can't immediately peg as lying to her--because she's come to assume most people are. And on the other hand, Anne wants to like sex. For all her usual reasons: it isn't ladylike, it's vulgar and crass and obscene, the people in her life have always enjoyed it and have always seemed to have an easy time with it, etc., and she has gotten herself off, thank you very much, so she knows its possible to orgasm and can take care of the issue solo.
She's finally getting some that doesn't suck now, does that count? Listen. The only reason the dash on the whole has been spared Anne's tragic fuckery is because I'm still splitting my time on other projects. To say it's been shit is the understatement of the year. The problem is...the worst of it happened during a developmental period for Anne. So on top of having really fucked up social/romantic relationships and a shit-ton of sexual problems to boot, her idea of a sexual fantasy just ends up being really sad and painful because she just wants something nice. Someone to say they love her and mean it. Someone to come back again and do it for her, not because she's convenient or willing or some shit. Before James and even early with him there were silly things almost like fantasies she wanted--the zing of a kiss before or after battle, while adrenaline is high; sex where they might get caught, laughing and shushing each other; a whole, wakeful night to themselves with only the stars to report back what happened; a cliche she'd now deny with her dying breath, but just being together with their feet in the wake and seemingly no one else on earth--but between him and Jack, Anne hasn't really let herself explore what there is to be wanted out of life. Because that means admitting that the freedom she found isn't freedom at all.
She would tell you she's a switch if she'd tell you she's anything, and she'd be lying to your face to protect her own ego. Mostly. Anne is a sub but there have been moments when it's occurred to me that in a...if not healthier than at least less-abusive?...relationship than she's ever been in before might open her up more to explorations. Like sorry to swerve hard to kink out of nowhere, right?, but there was an instance of knife-play between two people Anne has an interest in (...it's complicated), and despite almost having an identity crisis after realizing she really isn't a dom/top, she very quickly realized that with some patient teaching/adjustment time from/with a partner, she would absolutely do that. Especially, I think, in a situation with multiple partners, she could figure out how to dom/top in a switchy, fluid way. I honestly think the ideal for her would be a thruple with one person who is Normally Dom/Top and one who is Normally Sub/Bottom and her floating vaguely between bottom bitch and middle bitch. XD
I can't tell if she leans towards masculine slash androgynous people or if that's just been the majority of her experience, so like. There's that issue. I can say shit like this bitch weak for a commanding presence, yeet!, but that doesn't really narrow down her type since, like I keep saying, she's a sub and a service-happy one at that. Can I trade this question out for another? I'm gonna trade this question out for another.
Although I don't think sexlessness would suit her, especially after she starts moving away from dickbag partners, I do think Anne could have a contented and loving relationship with a primary partner even without sex. So that's nice. ♡
--Shouldn't know, but he does. Jack's smarter by half than James ever was, and that fucker was clever when it came to covering his tracks up on Anne. The physical abuses Jack mostly left aside, except when he thought she was sleeping around, and he didn't talk shite in public despite being a patronizing arsehole. She isn't expecting Ed to be stupid--hell, maybe he sees the things Jack does when her back is turned, the shite she knows he does to keep her under his thumb--but neither does she expect him to care. Not about her. Not when he still thinks, or seems to, that Jack's his mate and his foul tempers and cutting words are just something he does accidentally. Oops. A lapse in judgement.
Ed looks away first, but that doesn't mean he's flinched yet, metaphorically speaking, and Anne learns a kiss is apparently all it takes to knock the wind from her.
"No," she thinks, missing for a moment that she's said it out loud, too. And then, "How...." She's button-lipped in general, but words do all points elsewhere when she needs them most, she finds, and so settles for slowly dragging her hand down and away, wrist to arm to elbow, before dropping off to squeeze his thigh.
Fuck. These fucking pirates and their fucking leather--they're going to give her a complex she'd rather not think on at this rate. Anne swallows again and focuses on that, leather stretched over a muscled thigh, fingers finding the seam and tracing over it. It's easier to talk if she puts her attention elsewhere.
"How do ye like it?" she manages, quieter than she strictly would've liked.
Edward rubbed his thumb up against Anne's jaw as she looked over her shoulder at him, as if he was guiding the movement of her head despite the fact that she'd made the decision to look. He slipped his arm around her waist, holding her body firmly against his own.
"I know what I'm doing," he murmurs to her. "And I know how he is. Known him a long time."
Jack had a possessive streak. Ed knew that well because that possessive streak extended to him. The nature of what happened between them was something secreted away, conducted in the dark. It had always been that way, for as long as he'd known Jack. In the light of day, Jack's possessiveness read differently. Ed imagined it seemed like Jack barked and sneered at anyone trying to get close to Ed because they were buddies. Someone else might ruin the fun, might distract Ed from whatever jackass plan they were enacting.
There were reasons for the secrecy. It wasn't because they were men. Edward certainly didn't fucking care about that. Anyone who made that into an issue might as well save themselves the trouble of bringing it up to him and jump overboard. It was the secret Edward kept. It was because of something that he suspected he and Anne shared.
He'd have to be an idiot to not see how Jack treated this woman. Any woman. But Anne, especially, was subject to the worst of his moods and casual cruelty.
Edward broke away from the stare she was giving him, turning his attention to her shoulder. He pressed a kiss there, breath warm through the fabric of her shirt.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Back turned isn't unusual. Clear expectations of where to keep her hands--on the desk, until he says otherwise--isn't unusual. Even unspoken and out of practice and with Ed instead of someone else, Anne knows this part of it. His lips press into her neck and she turns to do...something, no telling what, when he starts moving the shirt free.
There's no helping the gooseflesh, the little shivers that run down and over her when he touches her like...like something worth touching. It isn't a boot to the ribs or spittle in her face, it isn't a race to rip off her clothes or anything--it's damned strange far outside of her experience. Not strange. (She isn't dumb. She remembers what a hand can look like holding something that isn't a fist or any other weapon. Know why other people chase this so much.)
Touch-starved. Touch-drunk. Despite her own pride her chases the touch of his fingers, hands obediently on the desk but leaning back, watching not his face but his fingers as she does so. There are scars with stories she's tell and scars with stories she'd sooner abandon; the lash on her back is one of the former, an obscene punishment for a small child. There are other scars, harder to distract from, that she'll need to worry about in due time: for now, she sighed into the sensation of touch, a familiar swell starting in her stomach.
Anne licks her lips and tries to think of how, exactly, to broach this. Is he Ed or...sir? God help her, she'll have to be a lot more gone before her pride will suffer that one.
"View's better from the front, cap'n," she says by way of compromise with herself. Anne's not entirely sure what to do with herself otherwise; she's rarely so passive a participant, and almost certainly never by choice. Maybe she can goad him a bit, figure out what comes next along the way. "Least there's tits up that way."
God, has she always sounded so throaty?
His breath is warm on her neck as she works through her words, his body pressed against her back. She reaches back to trace the studded seam of his pants, and he grabs hold of her wrists, guiding her to brace her hands on the table in front of them.
Edward squeezes her wrists before he lets go of them, kissing the side of her neck as he trails his fingertips back up her forearms.
"Like this," he answers, his voice almost a low growl in his chest. In truth, he would have preferred to take her to his bed, to pull her legs around his hips and feel her holding him in that way. That was something he never afforded himself, as much as he wanted it. He couldn't. It was easier to maintain his secrecy like this.
There were so many of his aspects of his life that were obscured, distorted to the point that even he was sometimes unsure of what was truth and what wasn't -- who he really was. Blackbeard lived in that obscuring, depended on it to stir up fear. It was easier to play the Devil if no one really knew the man. Even the Edward that Jack knew was a performance conducted behind the safety of a mask. Mostly. Sometimes things crept in, regardless.
Edward kissed her neck again. There were other reasons that he chose to take his lovers from behind. It provided some measure of distance, kept them from trying to really kiss him. He'd always found it to be too intimate, too prone to opening the path to forming real attachments. Having a genuine attachment to someone would mean that he'd have to let them see something true in the midst of the stories he wove for the world.
He trailed his fingers from her arms down her sides, where he could tug the fabric of her shirt free from her trousers. She was so often hidden away beneath the heavy leather of her coat that there was something thrilling about the simplicity of feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric. Her skin was its own thrill, something he delighted in feeling beneath the callouses of his fingers as he smoothed his hand up her back, bunching the fabric of her shirt in his other hand.
She was scarred. That was not unusual, with the lives they lead. Fuck, he was covered in scars himself. He traced the longest of them, feeling the difference in her skin texture. He wouldn't ask about it. Scars were often stories that were more painful than whatever caused them. And pain wasn't his purpose here.
He wanted her, of course he did. They wouldn't be here if he didn't. But he wanted to give her something different from how he assumed Jack touched her. He'd made that assumption based on his own scars that went unseen and that he'd never speak of.
He wanted to give her something that didn't hurt.
Maybe he really was soft, beneath everything -- little more than a paper tiger. Maybe he wanted to give her this moment of reprieve from the harshness of the lives they lead because it was something that he craved.
Anne Bonny was not soft. She was not a "good woman", not meek in the way so called "Godly" men wanted their wives to be. She was something made of steel and gunpowder, as capable as any of the men that surrounded her -- if not more so. She could endure. She wouldn't break underneath the pressures that were a part of every day life at sea. If anything, she'd only get harder. More dangerous.
Edward saw something of himself in her. She wove stories around herself in much the same way that he did. He knew because he'd heard them before he'd ever become familiar enough with her to be close. The stories that fell from the lips of drinking men were usually those that had been carefully crafted by their subject.
He saw himself in the guarded way that her eyes darted from man to man around her, too damned aware of everything and on the lookout for things that could become threats. Even now, pushed over a table by his weight against her back, he knew that she wasn't vulnerable. He wouldn't be surprised if she could turn in her own skin like a hellcat to defend herself. Being beneath him now did not mean that she was beneath him.
Edward bunched her shirt in his fist up around her shoulders, dragging his nails down her side.
"Tell me what you want. In details." (for Anne from Marin)
SUBTLE SUGGESTIVE SMUT PROMPTS :
Anne takes a deep breath in and lets it back out shakily. She feels a fool, eyes covered by a strip of cloth she's tied there herself, but she's...learned things about herself. Funny things. Things she doesn't like other people being able to take advantage of but which, for the sake of whatever's between Marin and her, she needs to at least share a bit of.
It's just easier to share with the stupid fucking blindfold on.
"I en't...--this is all theoretical, aye? I en't...had much...'experience,' as it were. Just lonely thoughts." Jesus, she's rambling. Unsure of what else to do, Anne takes a running start at things, going at it headfirst. "But I like bein tied up." She startles even herself with that admission, immediately going red under the blindfold, across her cheeks and the tips of her ears. Her hand clenches in an unconscious fist. "...I think. Like...bein told what to do, made to do it. Just a game. I like playin rough, sometimes. Sometimes...not." That's the harder one to admit.
All the ones left she can think of like this are the harder ones to admit.
"One said something nice 'bout me, once. He saw how I acted and kept goin on 'bout it, and eventually I came screamin for it. That...could be nice again. The, ah. The compliments and the...finishin first." For a change. "Been wantin to try usin my mouth, had someone's mouth on me." Now the worst one: "Be in the center of a group." It feels selfish. Cheeks burning hotter, she quickly adds, "Or...try a group again, least ways." She bites her lip for a moment, thinking. The blindfold makes it all easier. Breathing. Talking. Confessing. Going along with it. She's stopped feeling dumb in it a while ago, some distant part of her glad for the flimsy excuse it offered to go with the ebb and flow.
"I...want not t'be in control, 'cept when sometimes I do. Wanna learn how, for...if I choose to. And I like--adrenaline. Hate-fucking, or after a battle, or...," shamefully, this particular magnetism is so often upon Anne she can never quite parse its source, distracting as it is, "...what have ye. And I like...bein of service. Bein used for it, a' times, or figurin out how to...help get ye there. S'pose I want it both ways in that.
"Don't know what else. Like I said. Lack of experience." She sits quietly, but doesn't move to take the blindfold off. Not just yet. Not in case there's...more? (She can't tell if that's hope or dread unsettling her belly. Maybe both.)
Sinday Sunday ask!!
NSFW Character Trait Meme
🍏 Preference for top or bottom/Submissive or dominant.
🍎 Favorite type, looks and personality wise? Please specify the trait.
🍐 Get up and shower after or bask in the afterglow all sticky and wet?
🍊 Monogamous? Open relationship? Polyamorous?
🍋 Deep and slow? Hard and fast? What’s your character’s preference?
🍌 Favorite sex position? Or name one and my muse will give their thoughts.
🍉 What’s your character’s favorite kink?
🍇 How active in bed is your character? Do they like to lie there and take it or do they like to get the most bang for their buck?
🍓 Kissing during sex, yes or no?
🫐 Clothes off or on during sex?
🍈 Lingerie? Yes or no? Or specify the lingerie piece.
🍒 Would your character join a threesome if given a chance?
🍑 Your character’s Penis size?
🥭 Preference for body part? Name the body part.
🍍 Does your character like to roleplay? If so, what? Or suggest a role play and my muse will weight in on if they would participate.
🥥 Does your character prefer condoms or bareback?
🥝 Your character’s most private sexual fantasy? Or describe yours and my muse will weight in on if they would participate.
🍭 How sexually active is your character?
🧁 When did your character lose their virginity?
🍦 Kinks your character would participate in? Name the kink.
🍬 Kinks your character would not participate in? Name the kink.
Source: arthurpenrose
Revamped by Cats_eye_galaxy
Roman is a very bold man, but he is self conscious about his chest scars. It’s a very rare occasion when he’ll let somebody look at them let alone actually touch them. They’re one of the few remaining areas of his body that still retains sensitivity so he’ll be a mess if anybody gets their hands on them.
🕯Shibari/Suspension⛓
Send my muse a 🕯KINK⛓ and they’ll rate it!
scale: not today satan | fuck no | no thanks | eeeh | not sure | I’d give it a shot | sure why not | omfg yes | there go my pants | holy fuck take me now
“Figured you girls know exactly what I like.” Roman chuckles, his teeth exposed in a perpetual wicked grin. “Shibari’s right up there as my definition of a good time. Slapping a pair of handcuffs on somebody is fun, but Shibari takes things to a whole new level. Gotta have patience to tie people up in such intricate knots, making sure everything’s in the right place so my playmate’s exactly where I want ‘em. It’s a shame I don’t have the time to indulge in it as much as I like but when I do, I make sure we both enjoy it.” He sighed wistfully. It was a lot of fun but his short patience combined with a demanding position left this particular area of playtime hard to fit into his schedule. “Ain’t nothing quite like trussing somebody up and hoisting ‘em into the air, having them know that the only way they’re coming down again is when I’ve had my fill. That’ll be when the fun really starts once they’ve been pent up for a while.”
||Small sinday headcanon~
Nasus is not very loud when he's m4sturbating, just little pants and whimpers.
Smut Starters & Symbols
rp-memes-atyourservice:
TW: explicit sexual content, some slight humiliation. Feel free to change wording, pronouns, genitalia, etc, to better fit your muse.
Send one of the following SENTENCES for my muse’s reaction:
“You’re so pretty like this.” “You’re beautiful when you’re all flushed and wanting.” “Do you want me to take you like this?” “Easy, I don’t want to hurt you.” “Slow down, slow down.” “You can be rough with me, I won’t break.” “I want to suck you off.” “I want to eat you out.” “Did you touch yourself, thinking of me?” “Please, please, touch me.” “I want to bury my face between your thighs.” “I want to touch you all night.” “Please. Please, I’ll beg, I’ll do anything you want.” “You can beg better than that, I think.” “Harder, harder–” “Fuck me until I can’t think.” “I want you to bend me over and fuck me.” “Would you let me take you here? Where anyone might see?” “I don’t usually do this - but for you, anything.” “You have such beautiful thighs.” “Be patient, I’m not going to fuck you dry, no matter how much you beg.” “Beg me for it.” “You were made for this, weren’t you?” “I think you’d stay on your knees all night if I’d let you.” “Ride me. Slowly, that’s it.” “Don’t you dare come until I give you permission.” “Ah-ah. Don’t touch me.” “Touch yourself, go on.” “I want to make you feel good.” “I love it when you moan for me.” “Come on, darling, come for me.” “Come on my fingers, that’s it.” “God, your mouth, please–” “I need you, I need your (mouth/cock/pussy/ass/fingers)–” “Shh, do you want someone to walk in on us with your cock in me?” “I’ll let you have me any way you want.” “I’ve wanted to fuck you all night.” “You’re so fucking tight.” “You feel so good.” “Kiss me, I want–please–” “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come–!” “Please let me come.” “I think I could go again, if you wanted.”
Send one of the following PROMPTS for my muse’s reaction. Feel free to combine prompts.
[tug] - to pull my muse’s head back by the hair [throat] - to grip my muse gently but firmly by the throat [chin] - to tilt my muse’s chin up to make them look at your muse [kneel] - to kneel in front of my muse [wall] - to pin my muse to a wall [wrists] - to hold my muse down by the wrists [flip] - to flip my muse onto their stomach and hold them down [drag] - to drag my muse into yours’ lap [palm] - to rub a palm against my muse’s clothed groin [rut] - to push a knee between my muse’s thighs, against their groin [mouth] - to mouth at my muse’s groin through their pants or underwear [taste] - to have my muse taste themselves on your muse’s fingers [tongue] - to kiss my muse with tongue [thighs] - to kiss and suck at my muse’s inner thighs [lick] - to go down on my muse [finger] - to finger my muse [breasts] - to fondle my muse’s breasts [booty] - to fondle my muse’s ass [spank] - to spank my muse [restrain] - to tie my muse’s hands to prevent them from moving them [dressup] - to dress my muse in sexy/appealing clothing (specify) [vibrator] - to use a vibrator on my muse [penetrate] - to fuck my muse with a cock, dildo or strap [behind] - to fuck my muse from behind [facing] - to fuck my muse face to face [tenderly] - to tenderly make love to my muse
[pants] - to make my muse come in their pants [facial] - to come on my muse’s face [inside] - to come inside my muse [risky] - to make my muse come where there’s a risk of being heard/discovered [early] - to make my muse come earlier than expected [edge] - to edge my muse/deny them orgasm [beg] - to beg my muse to let yours come
Add ‘reverse’ to any prompt for my muse to perform the action on yours instead! Alternatively, feel free to make up your own prompt even if it’s not on the list!
🍉 What’s your character’s favorite kink? (both)
Bryn: He seems slightly surprised by the question, but after a moment he chuckles. "Well, a rather personal question, but you did ask nicely so..."
He takes a drink of water, preparing for a day of travel, before he answers with no hesitation. "Dominance. I enjoy taking, and being, the dominant one. It's sweeter if my partner fights back a little. I will preface that with this though: I will never do something I haven't discussed with my partner before hand. Communication is beyond important if you are going to take control. Verbal and non-verbal." He takes another long drink, and when he sets the water glass down, his cheeks are slightly red.
"I...also have heightened senses from combat and...well, the point is that sensations and playing with them can be a huge turn on. Whether it is directed towards me or towards my partner depends, but sensual touches, or the deprivation of one sense to heighten another... All on the table."
Kaleh'a: "Oh wow! Someone has never asked me that before!" His tail flicks excitedly, and he scoots up slightly in his chair. "I'm a switch, I like to be dominated or dominate, so I have a few kinks, you might call them! One that goes both is voyeurism. Not in the 'fully in public' kind, but that sensation of 'we could be caught if we aren't careful'?" He shivers, and his tail curls up behind him, his ears standing at attention. "Heh, well, it adds a bit of extra spice to the interaction!"
Leaning back, he casually continues with, "Also, I grew up around bows, bow strings, and tying knots. I guess at some point it hit me I could use it for more than just tying up animals I had hunted, and it could be used for more intimate matters! It's a bit of power play, and I don't mind getting tied up, but there is something about putting that trust into someone else's hands to take care of you while you can't react... It's nice to know you have someone you can trust that deeply.
"Both of those, of course, need communication!" He laughed and glanced over at the stoic soldier. "I'm going to echo him, I ask before, during, and after to make sure my partner is okay. I'm not going to shy away from my likes! But I won't force them on someone either. So communication people!"