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moraysoiree · 1 year

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heels

characters: Rook Hunt x gn!reader tags: smut, dom!reader, reader is shorter than Rook, gn!reader ('reine' – french for 'queen' is used), clothed sex, heels, biting, mentions of blood, slight humiliation word count: 1354

Halloween is the busiest time of year, and most important in terms of boosting the prestige of your alma mater, too. All the more reason to spare no effort in preparation. And so you do, making sure to look your best in the vampire getup Pomefiore have chosen this year. The last touch to your look being the highest heels you could find in Vil’s wardrobe, the deadly and imposing creature of the night image is designed to inspire the basest of fears in the onlooker and pin them to the ground for the taking. And you get the chance to see it in action rather quickly, with your lover as lab rabbit, no less.

As you enter the still empty Hall of Mirrors, the first one to notice you is Rook. He freezes completely right in the midst of a conversation, staring at your form as you approach him, making it more and more obvious that your heels give the usually much shorter you a rare opportunity to tower over him. His conversation partner long gone (everybody knows how insufferable you two are together and prefers to avoid those displays to the best of their ability), Rook comes closer to you, admiration written all over his face as plain as black ink on white paper. ‘Mon amour,’ he takes your hand to his lips and presses a kiss, looking up at you in reverence, ‘Your radiance is most blinding today.’ His eyes travel up and down your body, soaking in this new position you two find yourselves in. ‘Had I known high heels would impress you so, I would’ve worn them much sooner,’ you giggle. ‘Nothing is ever to escape your attention, as expected of the possessor of my heart,’ he laments at being discovered so easily, but you stop him with a finger to his lips. ‘Meet me in the sideroom in an hour,’ and you’re gone with a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving him longing and yearning for your withdrawing presence.

Awestruck, Rook wraps his arms around your body, enjoying every second of you looking down onto him from above, just like you should. Perhaps he would very much prefer to be at your feet at all times, conquered, vanquished, and powerless. ‘You are positively enchanting today, mon amour. I feel like I would do anything under this mesmeric gaze.’

You are stricken with a curious idea at that declaration. ‘Anything at all?’ you question, all but baring your teeth in a carnivorous smile. ‘Anything, ma reine’, he echoes and kisses a lock of your hair gently, as if to underscore his intent. It takes you a lot not to let out a chuckle of anticipation for what’s to come next.

‘Kneel,’ your voice is firm and leaves no room for debate. Not that there would be any, really, with the way Rook’s eyes widen a bit, laying his emotions to you out on a plate. He processes the order, his eyes crease in delight. Without a word, he complies, slowly descending before you as his hand finds the slit of your dress and slides up your leg. His gaze unfalteringly fixed on yours, Rook kisses your thigh time after time, leaving black lipstick marks all over. His eyes are deep and hungry, you’ve ever seen him look like that at you – as if you are the most fascinating and delicate songbird an archer could lay his gaze upon. And this archer, as of now, is caught in the headlights and at the edge of the arrow you are pointing at him.

With a smile, you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug, making him fall back a little in surprise. It’s painfully obvious how much this little game of cat and mouse is affecting him. Rook’s expression becomes a tiny bit frenzied in agitation, you know this look to emerge a short moment before he loses control. ‘Uh-huh,’ you chide. ‘Was it not you who said he would do anything for sa reine?’ His face falls theatrically and he throws his hands in the air in defeat, ‘I beg you to pardon my frivolities, but however am I expected to stay still when overwhelmed with such all-consuming beauty? Will you grace this lowly servant with your forgiveness, votre majesté?’ You giggle. ‘I will, for I am a kind ruler,’ you catch yourself thinking that that just now has sounded like a very poor impression of Crowley, but throw this annoying face (or mask, actually) out of your head immediately. ‘Now, how shall my chevalier repent, I wonder,’ you hum. Then your eyes sparkle, and you put your heel onto Rook’s chest, making him fall back even further as he caresses your calf and lowers his head to leave kisses there, too. The way he holds your shin is nothing short of a person holding the most exquisite of treasures, worshipping every inch of your skin with his lips.

His face is thoroughly flushed, and the hooded eyes, fixed on yours with an overflowing desire, leave little to imagination. ‘My, what a peculiar hunter! How he enjoys being driven into the corner,’ you drawl as you slide your leg down to a very telling bulge in his pants. ‘What an unusual display.’ His breath hitches when you press down, fingers tightening around your ankle. ‘Ma reine claims to be merciful, only to mock her poor servant so’, he sighs and shakes his head in fake dejection. You ignore his jests, silently lower onto his lap and push him down by the shoulders, still meeting no resistance whatsoever. You feel Rook grasp your waist with his hands desperately, but don’t break eye contact even for a moment, as you know that your prey will leap onto you the second you lose vigilance. You wrap your hand around his neck and close the distance between your faces, kissing his jawline. ‘Look at you, completely at my mercy now.’ ‘And wouldn’t have it any other way, mon amour,’ Rook whispers, not even trying to hide how he revels in this defeat. You tighten your hand on his neck, and snake the other one between you to cup his dick through the clothes. ‘Tell me?’, you urge him playfully. ‘You are the most fascinating creature to ever grace the lands of this world,’ he manages in a shaky voice as you continue stroking him through the velvety fabric of the fancy vampire costume. He looks the most breathtaking like this, elegant and strong yet still overpowered and bound to your will of his own volition. ‘Were you a wild savannah beast, I would gladly be devoured by your razor-sharp canines and torn by your knife-like claws, if only to surrender to your majestic beauty one last time and quench your bloodthirst,’ white-hot wave engulfs your mind and you clutch his dick harder, letting go of the neck just to yank his head back by the hair and clamp your teeth down on the tender skin so hard as if drawing blood is truly what you intend to do. He comes with a moan, and you keep stroking him through the aftershocks without unclenching your jaws. Only after you feel Rook still do you stop and raise your head to look at him.

The sight awaiting you is gratifying: ragged breaths escaping his chest, parted lips with smudged black lipstick, and, all the more thrilling, the delirious and disoriented look in his half-lidded eyes – it satisfies your hunger better than any hearty meal ever could. You leave a tender kiss on his forehead and get up, leaving Rook down on the floor beneath you, motionless and utterly ruined. You plant your heels on both sides of his head and look down, making sure to commit this sight to memory. ‘Come on, mon petit lapin, it’s high time we got back to work,’ your right shoe nudges his cheek softly and you leave, the clacking of your heels thinning out as you exit the room. Paralyzed, Rook moves no muscle in his body, his glassy eyes just boring the ceiling with a thousand-yard stare.

‘Beauté…’

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bakedcolson · 2 years

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Kiss Kiss

Machine Gun Kelly X Female Reader

Request: “Can you write about a reader being in one of his concerts during TTMD something like that.”

Warnings: smut-ish, swearing, etc.

Authors note: sorry this took me forever! Although I am pretty proud of this one and I hope you enjoy!

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Being a roadie on a massive tour was a dream come true for you. You’ve been a music nerd ever since you could remember and being a part of all the magic that went into a tour really made your world go round. Especially since you were best friends with the headliners.

When you first started as a roadie for Machine Gun Kelly you didn’t receive that much attention, not that you minded it. However, coming to work the third day of tour to do set up with a Mötley Crue shirt on caught the attention of a certain drummer, and next thing you knew you were a part of the squad.

You watched them every night, even if they played the same songs you loved the stage presence they all had.

Not to mention you found Colson insanely attractive.

Not that you would ever tell him that, but you had a sneaking suspicion Rook knew something was up.

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“I do not look like a disco ball in this outfit!” Colson whined as he slipped on his shoes, preparing to go on stage in a matter of time.

“You totally do, turn off the lights and do a spin for me man.” You chuckled at your own joke as you sat on the couch staring up at him in all his sparkly glory.

“Y/N I can cut your payroll quit playing with me!” He chuckled as he adjusted his in-ears.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me pussy.” Colson taunted as you made your way over to him, jabbing him in his sides before he tackled you to the couch, getting on top of you and tickling your sides as you let out loud giggles.

“Get off of me you twig!” You giggled breathlessly as you pushed him away.

You heard the door open and looked over to see rook and slim standing in the doorway.

“Are we intruding on something? Y’all having a moment?” Slim teased, causing your cheeks to flush, not going unnoticed by the both of them as they quirked a brow.

“Don’t be weird slim.” Colson responded as he got off the couch and made his way to the door. “Hey Y/N are you gonna watch tonight?”

“Have I ever missed it before?” You smiled at the blonde, trailing behind the three men closely.

You stood at the side of the stage And watched the boys perform, your eyes lighting up as you watched Colson run around the stage. Dancing to the songs you’ve heard over and over, his energy seemingly contagious.

After the show as you took down the stage set you heard a voice behind you.

“I know you like him.”

You jumped before realizing it was Rook behind you.

“Like who?” You played dumb as you turned back to what you were doing.

“Kells. Don’t pretend that you don’t I saw the look in your eyes during the show.” He crossed his arms as he looked at you.

“What look?” You continued to play dumb.

“The look of love in your eyes. Making goo goo eyes and shit looking like the heart eye emoji.”

“Damn Rook, I didn’t think you were tall enough to even see my eyes.” You stuck your tongue out at him before he pushed you playfully.

“Alright asshole I guess I won’t tell you what he’s said about you-“

“Wait wait wait,” you grabbed his shoulder so he wouldn’t walk away, “What has he said?”

“He said he thinks you’re really pretty and funny. I honestly think he likes you too.”

You blushed at the thought of him gushing to his friends about you the way you gushed about him to the other roadies.

“Well, what am I supposed to do now?”

“Oh don’t worry, I have a plan.” Rook smiled mischievously.

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A couple days later, you guys were partying on the bus somewhere in South Dakota, the bus crowded with other roadies and fans drinking and vibing with the music.

“YO GUYS I WANNA PLAY A LITTLE GAME!” Rook called over the noise, gathering everyone’s attention before beckoning us to sit around him. “Alright I’m going to spin this bottle and the two people it lands on have to do seven minutes in heaven.”

You groaned as you realized this was his master plan. A stupid plan you might add.

“Are you serious? We’re not in middle school!” Colson complained as he took another swig of his beer.

Rook rolled his eyes before spinning the bottle, spinning around hypnotically before landing on you and Kells.

“Alright you two, up!” Slim chuckled pushing you guys into the bunk room. He grabbed out his phone to start a timer. “See you in 7 minutes!”

The door closed as you and Colson stood there awkwardly. “Look Y/N, I’m not gonna pressure you into anything. It’s just, I really like you and I wouldn’t wanna do anything unless you had feelings too”.

Your cheeks flushed as you met his gaze. “I’ve had feelings for you for a while you dummy.”

You watched as Colson’s face broke out into a wide grin, letting out a sigh of relief. “Thank fuck dude. I would’ve embarrassed myself just then.”

You giggled at him as he moved closer to you, leaning his face closer to yours. “Is this ok?” He asked as his eyes flickered down to your lips.

Instead of answering him, you leaned up and connected your lips. God, you could’ve lived in that moment forever, the feeling of his lips against yours as they moved in sync, the way he pulled you closer as he deepened the kiss.

He pulled away, making you look up at him with a confused expression before he opened the curtain to his bunk, climbing in before waving you over. “Get in here pretty girl”.

You blushed at his words before hoisting yourself up and climbing into the bunk, making sure you didn’t bump your head as you straddled his waist. Leaning down and connecting your lips again, you slowly grinded your hips against his as Colson moaned into your mouth. “Fuck Y/N.”

You smiled before his lips made their way to your neck. leaving kisses on the skin before finding your sweet spot, making you moan softly before the curtain was yanked and you were met with Rook and Slim.

“Oh shit” slim started, “looks like your plan worked Rook”.

“Hold up, what plan?” Colson asked as you both climbed out of the bunk.

“The plan to get you two together since you’re both so oblivious.” Rook said plainly before you all made your way back to the party on the other side of the door. “Caught of couple of horny fiends.” Rook greeted the party.

“Shut up dickhead.” Colson chuckled as he pulled you down to sit next to him.

As they continued the game, You and Colson could not stop smiling at each other, both of you radiating the most adoring energy and you couldn’t be happier.

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