Inspired by @triruntu‘s gorgeous art, today’s unfinished fic with no future is cyberpunk burlesque, featuring nonbinary cyborg Jack. I want to try coming back to this setting from a different angle, but I realized I set up this particular attempt with no real opportunity for any movement. It’d work as the opening to something MUCH longer, but I’m not going to try that because I can’t finish long things.
Gabriel’s never been to a place like this before. His army buddies brought him as a congratulations for his promotion. Major Gabriel Reyes.
Nightclub, brothel and burlesque palace all rolled into one; the place is legendary in gossip circles. They say that if you can afford the admission price then you can find pretty much anything you could wish for: man, woman or enbee; human, cyborg or omnic. Robofucking hasn’t exactly been on the list of socially acceptable pastimes since the Omnic Crisis, but that only ever seems to increase the appeal when it comes to fetishes.
“You’re kidding right?” You asked seriously. A shocked expression crossed your features as your female friend held up the black and green set that could make you feel even more vulnerable than being naked.
“No! I think you should get it” Y/F/N said, laughing at your flustered state. “Maybe Taehyung would appreciate it” she wiggled her eyebrows at you. You sighed loudly.
“You’re kidding me right? I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate me walking around in scantily clad…can I even call those clothes?” You sighed, crossing your arms. “Trust me, he wouldn’t want to see me in that.”
Y/F/N pursed her lips at you, seemingly in deep concentration. Suddenly her eyes wandered to the rack behind you and she gasped.
“This is the one!” She squealed. It was even more revealing the other one she showed you earlier. Transparent lace and a F/C corset. “He won’t be able to resist!”
“You think so…” You trailed off.
You stealthily snuck through the front door, careful t avoid any meetings. You had no intention of telling him where you were, or what you were doing, and why you had the interesting colored bag.
“Just get to the closet” you mumbled to yourself.
“What about the closet??” You heard.
You turned around and saw Taehyung walking out of the kitchen. “How was shopping?” He asked, leaning against the wall frame.
“It was fine!” You said quickly, laughing nervously.
“What did you buy?” He asked, trying to peek into the interesting colored shopping bag. You jumped back and held the bag behind your back. “Hey! Let me see” he partially whined.
“It’s boring, you really don’t want to see” you shook your head.
“It can’t be that bad” he rolled his eyes at you. Taking the bag from your hand, he looked inside. You could only stare in horror as he picked up the thing article of clothing with your finger tips. He looked up to meet your eyes.
“Hehe surprise?” You trailed off. “Y/F/N made me get it…she thought you’d like it or something” you laughed, shaking your head. “That’s crazy,right?” You chuckled again, expecting him to laugh. His gaze remained stale on you, his teeth clenched.
“I’m sorry…all I can think of is you wearing this…nothing but this” he spoke slowly, allowing the outfit to fall back into its bag. “ I bet you’d look so adorable in it…but at the same time so teasing” his voice dropped a few octaves.
“…oh…is that so” you trailed off, looking everywhere but at him.
“I want to see you in this…” He grumbled. “I really want to see you in this”
“Is that so??” You squeaked.
“Mhm” he smirked.
You stared at the mirror, your eyes bugging put of your head. These weren’t clothes! You felt more naked than being actually naked.
Like ripping off a bandage, Y/N.
You walked out of the bathroom, peeking around the corner to see Taehyung lounged on the couch. Waiting for you. He must have heard you walking because he looked up. You were still pretty much hiding.
“Well?” He grew impatient.
What’s the worse that could happen just go for it.
You revealed the final result of your little (literally) outfit. Taehyung remains emotionless, at least to you he did. You weren’t even aware than he was going through every single way to fuck you in that one outfit. His eyes raked up your body from the transparent lace up corset to the innocent look you wore whilst he studied you. Suddenly he shot up from his seated position, stomping up to you. His hands laced themselves into your hair as he pulled you into a kiss.
He allowed his tongue to roam your mouth, his breath heaving steadily.
“Fuck, you look perfect” he sighed. Taehyung began trailing kisses down neck, sucking harshly and then gliding his tongue over the skin. “I could rip this off of you, and take you right here” he smirked, walking your backward to your bedroom. Suddenly you found yourself on your back, glancing up at Taehyung.
“I could rip this off…but I have a better idea”
The pads of his fingers instantly went to your already soaked core. Through the fabric, he pressed his thumb against you and slid down, prompting a gasp to escape your lips. The friction from the fabric against you plus the heat of his fingers was enough to make you a mess.
“Can I taste you?” He asked darkly, his lips finding yours shortly. “I want to feel you when you come undone for me? I want you to see the pleasure I’m about to give you. Just a taste of that pretty pussy…” He bit his lip.
You choked on another moan as his fingers pressed harder. “So wet for me….Fuck what are you doing to me.”
He adjusted himself so he was at eye level with your throbbing center. Looking up at you with a sly wink, his lips barely feathered over your heat through the fabric. He placed small kisses on your center, then darted his tongue out to create an even greater friction between the fabric.
You heard him chuckle lowly before lifting his head.
"I can make you scream louder than that” he bit his lip at your shaking and panting. He grabbed the waste bad of your brand new (now soiled) panties and yanked down, only to like a harsh stripe up and between your folds. Suddenly, your phone buzzed beside you, but that didn’t stop him.
“Answer it” he growled between his movements.
“Hello?” You answered as normally as you could. Suddenly, you felt a harsh suck at your clit.
“Hey!” Y/F/N chirped. “You make it home safe??"You heard her ask.
"Uh…yeah!” You squeaked. “Every thing is f-fine” you glared down at Tae, who just chuckled.
“So did Taehyung seen your little number?” She asked. Your thoughts were clouded when Taehyung began pumping his long slender fingers in and out of you.
You tried to disguise your screams with coughs as you answered her.
“Oh, he saw it…He definitely saw it” you replied. “Hey, Y/F/N I gotta go! Just realized I left the stove on"you said then hung up quickly.
You glared down at Taehyung, who was still in the midst of torturing you.
"You. Are. So. Wrong for that” you breathed heavily. Suddenly, he took his off of you and began trailing his lips upwards to meet yours. His fingers never stopped thrusting. His thumb began rubbing wide circles.
Suddenly his movements slowed down only slightly. His lips moved harshly against yours.
In the mood for some love ? Idk why but I’ve
been thinking about love potion or aphrodisiacs (… don’t ask) So what would
happen If someone “drugs” the reader and the person he/she doesn’t
like What would happen before ? In the meantime ? After ? Only you know the
answer of the reader’s destiny ! (And which personne they hates) Free to choose
which character you love or hate @sorry-but-no-sorry
A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day! In celebration of how lonely we all are (maybe its just me) let’s read some fic!
Your friends, Elizabeth, Peggy, and
Angelica Schuyler decided that you all should celebrate Valentine’s Day
together this year. February 14 was coming up soon, and although Eliza was
courting Alexander, she insisted that the four of you were each other’s’ valentine.
“Eliza, you know how Hamilton is.
He’ll beg for you to be his valentine. I bet he’s going to show up with
chocolate from around the globe.” Angelica said, tying up her hair. Peggy was
helping you put on your corset, looking at Eliza doing her makeup. Eliza
snorted, glancing back at her older sister.
“And you think I won’t be able to
say no?” She replied, putting on blush. Peggy laughed.
“You could never say no to him.
Especially when he sends you all of those letters.” You laughed along with
Peggy, and Eliza pouted.
“Y/N, you’re supposed to be backing
me up on this.” You shrugged, thanking Peggy for helping you with a smile.
“Sorry Eliza, can’t help you on this
one.” You all laughed, and joked around for the rest of the time. You all were
to meet the boys at the Early Spring ball. They
seemed to have a dance for every occasion possible. Peggy had a huge crush
on Laurens, and Angelica tended to talk to Lafayette. She insisted that it was
nothing, but the smile on her face and the giggling between them told you three
otherwise. You, on the other hand, didn’t really have anyone that you liked.
The girls always said that you and Thomas should get together, but that was the
opposite of what you wanted.
Thomas Jefferson, the annoying,
pompous, self-centered man was someone you were never interested in. In fact,
you two hated each other. He called you a self-absorbed, independent and no
potential, while you said the exact same thing, but in more vulgar words. Every
time the two of you were in the same room, the tension rose, and you couldn’t
help but start to argue with him. It was inevitable.
“It’s just sexual tension.” Angelica
murmured. Peggy gasped, blushing. You rolled your eyes at her, looking at your
“Or, it’s because he’s a spoiled
man. Look at the way he prances around, doesn’t it just make you want to-“ You ended
your sentence there, your face getting red from the anger rising in you.
“Jump his bones?” Eliza suggested,
getting a small slap from Peggy on the arm.
“You know what I mean, Eliza.” You
mumbled. The four of you finished, and walked out to the carriage that was to
take you to the ball. Angelica insisted that you tried to work things out with
Jefferson, but you shook your head, not wanting anything to do with him.
Once you all arrived, Eliza immediately
broke off from the group, running to find her Alexander. Peggy walked away to
get some drinks from the refreshments table, and Angelica went with her,
leaving you alone. You walked to an empty table and sat down. Parties weren’t
really your thing, but the girls always dragged you along for the ride. As you
were playing with your fingers, you noticed a familiar purple silhouette
approaching you. You sighed at the ridiculous color he was wearing, and turned
your head away.
“Ah, so instead of arguing with me,
you do not even acknowledge my presence? How rude.” Jefferson drawled, sitting
across from you. You sighed, ignoring him. “I thought you said you do not like
parties? Why are you here?”
“I came specifically to annoy you,
Thomas.” You mumbled, looking at him. He had that same stupid, sly grin on his
face. “Why are you even talking to me?” He shrugged, glancing around.
“Madison isn’t here to entertain me,
and Burr isn’t the best of company. Not that you are, either, but you’re better
than his blabbing mouth.” You snorted, and he frowned, giving you a disgusted
look. “You are a very informal woman, Y/N.”
“Says the man who cannot entertain
himself, so he comes and talks to me. You know, your presence is shying away
potential suitors for me.” This time, Thomas laughed.
“Yes, because every man finds you
Before you had a chance to retort, Peggy
and Angelica came over, holding drinks in their hands. They offered you and
Thomas one, insisting that you both drink together. Jefferson and you glared at
each other, but accepted the drinks. Angelica had a mischievous look on her
face, and you wondered why. Again, she ran away with her sister before you
As you two sipped your drinks,
Jefferson began glancing down at your chest. You never saw him do this once
before, so it was a surprise. But should
it be? He was a man, after all. You stared at his face, noticing that he
was indeed, quite handsome. His trimmed facial hair to his brown eyes made you
“Would you care to dance with me,
Y/N?” Jefferson asked, holding out his hand. Some part of you told you that
this was wrong, but you touched his hand with yours, letting him lead you to the
dance floor. He bowed once, and you curtsied. The song changed, and you two
began dancing with each other.
“I thought you hated me, Jefferson?”
You whispered low, letting him guide you along the dance floor. You criticized
his dance moves before, but now, it seemed like he was the best you have ever
seen. Jefferson chuckled, spinning you around slowly.
“And I thought you wanted to murder
me, Y/N. Things change.” He pulled you tightly against him, your breath
catching in your throat. His pupils were dilated, dark and unrecognizable. You
felt a hard throbbing against your stomach, and you looked at him, your eyes
widening. He smirked, pulling you back.
“Jefferson-“ He rushed you off the
dance floor, guiding you to a back room. Before you could say more, he slammed
the door shut, backing you against it. His eyes looked down hungrily at your
lips, before pushing his against yours.
Before tonight, you would have
punched him square in the jaw. Before tonight, you would have kicked him in his
baby maker. But, you kissed him back, biting his lip softly. He groaned,
fumbling with your dress. You guided his hands to your back, helping him pull
off the tied ribbons.
“Tell me no if you want me to stop.”
He whispered, pressing his lips against your neck. You sighed, tilting your
“Okay…” You replied through gasps.
You pulled off his jacket, breaking every button in the process.
LIGHT SMUT IS DONE, BECAUSE IT MAKES ME BLUSH
The next morning, you woke up in your
bed to a throbbing headache. You looked around, noticing that you were in fact,
not in your room. And, you glanced down at your body, you were naked.
Completely, utterly, naked.
“What the hell…” You mumbled,
looking around for your dress. You found it in the corner of the room, torn to
pieces. There you found another dress next to it. You immediately pulled it on,
covering your body. You were sore, so it took you a minute.
You tried to ignore the thoughts
that came to your head, reminding you what happened last night. I mean, it was
hard to forget. Ha, hard.
“Y/N, stop. This isn’t funny.” You
mumbled to yourself. You noticed Thomas’s clothes not far from yours, as teared
and damaged as yours. “What are you going to do now?” You said, fixing your
hair in the mirror that you found in the room. It was a complete mess, but you
made it look as presentable as possible. Before you left the room, you saw a
note on the door, written in what was clearly his writing.
interesting time last night. We need to talk, I will wait for you in the dining
You sighed, pulling the paper off
the door. You reluctantly walked to the dining room, seeing the back of Thomas’s
head. You noticed his foot tapping anxiously, and you were surprised. You never
thought you would see Thomas nervous before.
Although under the circumstances, it
was expected. When you slowly approached him, he heard your footsteps, and
turned around quickly. He glanced over you quickly, standing up. He glanced at
your body quickly, then looked at you in the eyes, giving you a small smile.
“Y/N, hi.” You tried to look
anywhere but at him, wanting to forget what happened last night.
“Thomas, I don’t know what happened
with us but…” You started, glancing over at him. His shoulders dropped, and a
small part of you felt bad about it. Youactually felt bad about something that
had to do with Thomas. “But, I do think that it meant something. Did, it
mean something?” You asked, looking at him. He laughed, running his hands
through his hair.
“I have been hiding this for a
while, Y/N. But, I do, like you. I always liked you. I just, I thought that you
hated me, so I pretended to do so as well. I did not want what happened last
night to occur that way, I have no idea what came over us, but I do not regret
it. I’ll never regret it.” There was a sorrowful look on his face, and he
stared at you. There was no hate in his eyes, and you felt happy about that.
Did you really hate him? He was
quite annoying, and his personality did make you want to stay away, but maybe
there was something more? Maybe, he was not such a bad guy? You looked him over
once, and sighed.
“Give me some time, Thomas. Give me
some time, and I’ll think about it.” He gave you an encouraging grin, nodding
slowly. “In the meantime, try not to be so overbearing?”
In the Regency AU, why are dresses on male omegas a secret?
Oh, they’re not really a secret! Sarah just asks Tony to keep his wedding gown a secret so she can see Steve and Bucky’s faces when Tony starts down the aisle in a beautiful sweeping gown. (Their expressions are just as magnificent as Sarah imagined. Steve drools a little. Bucky looks faint. It’s a good day for Sarah Rogers.)
In Tony’s country, even if omegas don’t wear dresses, their clothes are specific to them (jackets with cording to look like corsets, breeches made of satin/silk, lots of floral tones and colors). In the Rogers kingdom people are allowed to wear what’s comfortable (”Unless you’re royalty,” Steve mutters, tugging at his ruffled collar of his dress shirt.)
Second week whoo! This started out as a Slytherin inspired look, then kinda turned into Bellatrix goes to the ball. The Corset I’m wearing is the cs411 from @orchardcorset. Sorry I didn’t get a picture of the entire thing but I will be wearing it again. (it’s one of my favorites.)
Title: House of Balloons Pairing: Tyler/Reader Rating: Mature Warnings: dirty talk, sex, just some basic birthday sexy shit. A/N: whoops this is belated, and sorry it took me so long. I”m the absolute worst, but I really hope you guys like it.
A/N: If you want tagged in anything, let me know. :)
You couldn’t help but
smile as you looked in the mirror. You had invited Jeffrey over for dinner. The
two of you had eaten together and had had a great time. But now it was time to
show him your real plan for the evening.
You had picked out the red and black corset
lingerie set with him in mind. You felt sexy. You felt good about yourself. And
you hoped Jeffrey would react in the way you had a feeling he would.
You took a deep breath before walking back
into the living room where he was waiting for you.
When he turned his head and saw you, all
your feelings of sexiness were heightened. His eyes were instantly darkened by
lust and his tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lips, “Damn, Baby,” he
You sauntered over to him, “Do you like
You were just out of his reach now and his
eyes were raking over your body, “I love it.” He nodded, his eyes landing on
your breasts, accentuated by the corset top pushing them up and together.
He reached for you then, “Come here, Baby.”
He practically pleaded.
You stepped closer, letting his hands come
to rest on your hips, “When did you get this little number?” he asked, eyes
finally traveling up to meet your own.
“Couple days ago.” You smiled, “Saw it and
thought of you.”