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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐚 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 || 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐚

“𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯“

Inspo: Two Feet - Love Is a Bitch

Pairing: Samantha x Black!Male!reader

Summary: Those texts and calls came at random. But they were how you made your money and how you found slivers of happiness.

Warnings: Large age gap, heavy smut, slapping, scratching, praise kink, and a decent amount of angst at the end with a splash of fluff.

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DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Waiting for her call got you out of bed.

Waiting for her call was what kept you sane.

Waiting for her call was an escape from reality.

You wouldn’t say you were an obsessive man. In fact, you wouldn’t even consider it anything besides lust. But Samantha, she had a hold on you that all the older women have ever had. And that meant something considering the line of work you had with a bar owner in the heart of Highland. Your entire job was to be paid to give pleasure to women who couldn’t obtain it from their husbands. That was your life, and Samantha had managed to have you addicted to her scent, taste, and touch.

But the long breaks from her were for good reason. Simply put; she was a married woman with a child. A responsible woman who had all the money in the world to get what she wanted. And it may have been that power that made it all the more appealing for you. Because if she wanted you, she just had to call and you would come running. But the breaks helped fend off the incessant thoughts of wanting to stay longer. At the end of the day, she paid you and she was a client of your business. It would never evolve further, so you couldn’t get caught up in the emotions that you felt for the woman.

Tonight was one of those nights. You were getting your suit on in your room, adjusting any imperfections from the perspective of your reflection in the mirror. Your fingers twitched in anticipation of what was to come and be humbly gifted to you on a silver platter. Although it was your job to give pleasure to the women, you sure as hell believed Samantha wanted to make your rendezvous just as nice for you as it was for her.

A knock at the door alerted you, humming out in approval to enter. Gia’s head popped through the partially opened door and frowned at the sight of your outfit. “Where the hell are you going for you needing to be dressed up?” She inquired, faint amusement in her tone.

“I…” You did the top button of your shirt. “Am going on a date, sweet sister.”

“Bullshit.” Rue’s voice jumped in, her head above Gia’s as she stared at you, unconvinced by your statement. “You haven’t dated since you graduated and that was 2 years ago.”

A soft chuckle fell from your lips as you grabbed the Aston Martin DB8 Convertible keys your boss had given you in the morning and opened your door and moved back your siblings. “Well, you don’t know much about what goes on in my life, Rue,” you answered, feeling the pair following. “I am 19 years old and I need to get myself situated with someone sooner or later. Doesn’t mean you gotta know the specifics.”

Entering the kitchen, your mother was finishing up supper. “What is this I am hearing about a date?” She inquired, lips etched into a smirk as you kissed her temple.

“Y/n is going on a date with a catfish,” Rue said, making Gia begin to giggle in amusement.

“You better shut your mouth-” You grinned, grabbing your litter sister and beginning to tickle her.

Leslie watched with a smile as you picked your sister up from the waist as she screamed for mercy, laughter falling from her lips. “Alright, alright. Y/n, go on your date,” she defused with a laugh. “Your food will be in the fridge when you get back, sweetheart.”

She kissed your cheek as you gave her a hug. “Love you, mama.”

Parting from her, you pointed your finger at your two sisters as you backed away. “Watch your back, assholes,” you warned jokingly.

“Hope you have a great date with Terry from the arcade downtown!” Gia exclaimed back before you exited the house.

In some way, you did hate lying to them. They thought you worked at the bar as a bartender. Now, it wasn’t a complete lie because that is what your front was. But when you got a call from Darius, your boss, you knew you had to drop the act you had back at home or at the bar. Becoming a whole new person that seemed to fit what older women wanted from you.

If you did end up telling them, you were sure your sisters might just tell you to get your money. But your mother, that might be a whole different story. The last thing you needed was your mother to go knocking on any women’s doors and beating the shit out of them because you give them a night of relief. That case might not go so well in your mother’s favour.

So, you were going to do everything in your power to keep it all as hidden as possible. It was bad enough Maddy had spotted you at Samantha’s house whilst she watched Samantha’s kid. One person was already too much, but you trusted Maddy enough with this secret business you conducted to earn quite a hefty amount of cash per week.

You shook your head, washing away the thoughts as you continued to drive up the hills. Sunset breached through the many trees lining the side of the road, hitting your dark skin. And soon, you arrived at the gate. Putting the car in park, you hopped out and walked to the intercom and buzzed it.

Standing there for a few moments, you adjusted your suit, about to button it up until you heard her voice.

“No point making it harder for me to get you undressed, baby.”

God, Samantha was going to be the death of you. Your lips formed a smirk, taking a step back and looking up at the camera focused solely on you. “Can’t do that if you got me stuck out here like a lost puppy, sweetheart.”

“Come on in.” The gate unlocked, opening slowly. “But don’t keep me waiting.”

“Wouldn’t want to in a million years,” you muttered, lips permanently etched into a grin as you walked around the vehicle and got inside, continuing the short stretch up to the house.

When you did arrive, you spotted no cars in the driveway. Easing your anxiety just a bit knowing that her husband wasn’t going to be home, nor her child, hopefully. Parking the car, you hopped out and made your way to the front door. Knowing the entire procedure and what to do.

Entering, you slowly closed the door behind you, kicking your dress shoes off and walking further inside. The sunlight bounced beautifully off the large pool in the backyard and the clean floors. Her house was something you would never be able to get over. From where it was built, it was near a cliffside looking down upon Highland. A beautiful view at night that you had missed for the past few weeks since you’d last been in the house.

As you stepped farther in, you slowly unbuttoned your cuffs. Already feeling eager to get the show on the road and spend as much time as you could with the woman. Hoping that you weren’t on a bottleneck schedule with her.

But you got to unbuttoning your shirt when heard the faint pads of feet coming down the stairs. Turning, you saw Samantha in a silk black robe with what seemed to be nothing under it. Her eyes were heavy, a need found within them, as they stayed focused on you.

“It’s been a long time,” she pointed out. “I hoped you hadn’t forgotten about me.”

The corner of your lips tilted upward into a half smile as you turned to her. “I was beginning to think the same thing,” you commented, thankful to hear her soft laugh as she finally made it down the steps to you.

Her hands carefully placed themselves against your chest. You glanced down for a moment before meeting her gaze once again. Able to see the pure lust that darkened those beautiful eyes of hers. Also able to be seen were her genuine feelings of love. One that shouldn’t be found in women seeking only a source of pleasure. But you reciprocated them, and she knew it.

“I missed you.” Her confession was almost a secret, a truth that she felt almost embarrassed admitting. But all the times you’d been here with her, either for a drink or for sex, she had felt free. Unable to feel the chains of her family holding her back with you becoming her safe haven.

Your lips quirked up into a grin, raising your hand and brushing the back of it over her delicate features. Samantha let out a gentle sigh, eyes flickering shut as she leaned into your touch. Her hands just barely tensing up a gentle amount of your shirt. “I missed you too,” you admitted shamelessly, hand cupping her jaw gently.

Her eyes finally met yours, breaths coming out in shaky exhales. Especially when your thumb brushed over her bottom lip, teasingly pushing past where she tried to chase the digit. But always being denied as you smiled in amusement.

But then something switched in her nature, returning to her former needy self. One that wasn’t afraid to get rough with you. So, when she slapped you, it was a surprise. You growled, soaking up the sting across your cheek and remembering all the older wounds she had inflicted upon your body. All of it only adds to the build-up of some of the best nights of your life. When you looked back down at her, you were met with her lips etched into a large smirk. “Show me what you got.”

That simple challenge had been enough to ignite a fire in you that you hadn’t felt in two weeks. And there was no way you were planning on controlling it.

“Y/n, don’t stop, please.” You held Samantha’s hips as you pounded in her. The satin sheets of her bed were drenched in her arousal. She couldn’t keep track of how many times you had gifted her her climax, but it sure was enough to make the blankets soaked.

Tilting your head, you watched the woman below wither. Breasts bouncing with each pound of your hips against hers. Arms above her head with her hands grabbing handfuls of the sheets in hopes to keep her grounded. But her body was covered in bruises, ones by your doing. Hoping she wasn’t planning on having sex with her husband because this would be the last night you spent with her.

Slamming into her hips one last time, you groaned as you carefully leaned down. Your arms trapped Samantha as she opened her half-lidded eyes and came face to face with you. There was a mere moment where you held her gaze, but it was only for a moment before you rocked your hips forward. Your cock reached a completely new spot inside her that ripped a cry from her lungs.

You didn’t look away from her expression, wanting to take hold of each and store it in your mind as a reminder of why you came here. Sweat glistened off your caramel skin as you leaned down and kissed Samantha’s neck. Sucking at the flesh needily and letting your teeth grace her pulse point. The action caused her hands to shoot out and hold you there. Another reaches under your left arm and towards your back. Nails digging deep, eliciting a muffled groan.

“Your amazing, Y/n,” Samantha moaned breathlessly. Her eyes shut as her lips formed a smile, allowing herself to swim in the pleasure you were giving her. “So fucking good for me, baby.”

Pulling away, you held yourself up with one arm. The other cupping her cheek, your thumb brushing over her cheek softly. “Open your eyes for me, sweetheart.”

Upon the command, Samantha obeyed and met your electric gaze. “I love you,” you breathed, hips picking up the pace with urgency. The action alone does enough to make Samantha let out a choked cry, arms wrapping around your sides with her legs wrapping around your waist. Giving gentle tugs, making you come closer.

The knot in her stomach had built far quicker than she’d liked to admit. But then again, this was just the effect you had on her. You could slowly build her up before propelling her to a high she never thought possible.

With your hand leaving her cheek, you reach down beneath her and begin to rub her clit. That sent Samantha into a spiral as she gasped, eyes clamping shut with her back arching off the bed. “O-Oh- Fuck, yes!” She cried, legs tensing around your waist.

Her walls smothered your cock beautifully, making you groan as you felt your own high quickly approach. Your fingers worked faster against her clit with your hips slamming into hers. And when you did cum, it felt like the entire world burst into colours. Unable to help your eyes from rolling back as your hips bucked forward with grunts falling from your lips.

It took a few moments, silence falling over the room beside the pants that fell from your guys’ lips. Samantha’s legs twitched from the aftershocks of her orgasm as you closed your eyes, feeling beads of sweat run down your forehead. Soon enough, you managed to pull away from the woman, tying the condom off and tossing it in the garbage bin.

Settling on the edge of the bed, you began to slip your boxers on. But once you got them on, you felt the bed shift behind you. Samantha leaned her naked front against your back, head resting on your shoulder as her arms curled around your sides.

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you. Not often did you ever feel comfortable with such silence when you were with other women. But Samantha had switched up a lot of your system or changed your expectations. And it hurt that you only felt this comfortable ever so often whenever she gave you the call.

Samantha placed her lips against your shoulder, her warm breaths gently brushing across your skin. “I don’t want you to go.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, hand coming up to grab one of hers and softly squeeze. Looking over your shoulder at the woman with a sad smile. “You pay me to leave.”

She pursed her lips, blinking rapidly as she leaned forward and kissed your cheek. “Under the pot downstairs on the island is where your money is,” she stated. “There’s a little extra as thanks for coming in the first place.”

When Samantha parted from your figure, you lost the cherished warmth of her figure. Wishing you could stay here with her forever. But you knew that this was the closest you would ever get to her. Or to heaven. Because realistically, she was what made your job all worth it. Fuck all the money, suits, and cars. She is what made the risk and thrill worth it.

Looking forward into open space, you pursed your lips and swallowed the lump in your throat. Sniffling as you stood up and got dressed quickly. Feeling Samantha’s eyes focused on you from the bed where she watched you grab your keys and phone from the bedside table. Sparing her one last glance, you didn’t smile at her. Simply showing the dread filling your bones knowing that you weren’t going to get to see her anytime soon. And her saddened expression showed she felt the same.

About to exit the room, her voice alerted you. “I love you too.”

You stopped short, shock filling your senses for a moment before you realized her words. Lips formed a large grin as you glanced over at her, seeing her adoring your goofy grin. “I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”

#samantha euphoria #euphoria #euphoria hbo #euphoria imagine #euphoria s2 #euphoria x black!reader #euphoria x black reader #euphoria x black!male!reader #samantha x black!reader #samantha x black!male!reader #samantha smut #samantha angst #euphoria samantha #x black!reader #x black!male!reader #minka kelly #samantha x black reader

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aniron48 · 1 year

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Love Letters - Day 7

Welcome to Day 7 of Love Letters, a 00q choose your own adventure! We are in the final stretch now--there will be one more poll tomorrow night, and then we'll wrap on Tuesday, 2/14 around 9:15ish EST.

If you're joining for the first time, you can catch up here: Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6

And if you've been voting with us all along, finally--finally--you've unlocked Eve Moneypenny! Well done, chaos muppets. Day 7 starts below the cut. 💜

He didn’t know what had brought Moneypenny to Bath, but it was imperative that he follow her and find out.

Bond waited in the shadow of a newsstand, pretending to look at magazines, until Moneypenny came out of the patisserie, carrying a small pink box wrapped in twine. After a moment, he began to follow, taking care to stay out of her line of sight. This close to the river, the February air had a wet chill to it that made Bond grateful for the scarf he’d brought with him from London. He wrapped it closer around his neck, taking care to arrange it so that it would further obscure his face from view if Moneypenny turned around.

He followed her south for awhile, and then west, toward the Pulteney Bridge. As Bond dodged patrons coming out of a coffee shop, Moneypenny suddenly turned down an alley behind one of the shops.

Bond picked up his pace, trying not to lose her. When he turned the corner, he found Moneypenny aiming a gun at him. Again.

“Once wasn’t enough, Moneypenny?”

“Jesus, Bond,” Moneypenny said, lowering her weapon. “You might want to consider redoing your surveillance training. I realized I had a tail three whole blocks ago. What are you doing here, anyway?”

“I might ask you the same thing.”

“I’m meeting someone.”

“Meeting whom, exactly? Did Mallory send you?”

“There you are, Eve,” said a voice from behind them. “Have you seen—“ Tanner stopped in his tracks. “Oh. Bond.”

“All right, what’s going on?”

Tanner opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Moneypenny grabbed him by the hand. “Fine. You’ve caught us. We’re having a bit of a lover’s holiday.”

Tanner looked from Moneypenny’s face to their joined hands and back again before saying, “Yes. A lover’s holiday.”

“I thought you were seeing that redhead in accounting. Brenna something.” Bond said.

“Yes, well, that’s why we’re sneaking around in Bath. Tanner hasn’t broken it off yet. Poor thing, she’s going to be devastated when she finds out.”

“Oh my god,” Tanner said faintly.

“But people bounce back. Brenda will bounce back, Tanner.”

“It’s Brenna.”

“Anyway, Bond, I don’t think you ever told us while you were here.” Moneypenny folded her arms.

Bond folded his arms back at her. “I’m here to buy Q a Valentine’s Day present. He’s been on about Bath since he watched Persuasion with you.”

“So you’re here to buy him—what, exactly?”

Bond reached for the first thing that came to mind. “A snow globe, if you must know. Of the city.”

“That’s surprisingly sweet. Let’s see it.”

“I haven’t bought it yet. I’m still looking.”

“Luckily for you, there’s a souvenir shop just around the corner,” Moneypenny said breezily. “Shall we go together?”

Twenty minutes later found Bond driving back to London with an extortionately-priced snow globe featuring a replica of the Bath Circus, and Tanner and Moneypenny crammed into the passenger seat of the DB8.

“We really could have taken the train back, Bond,” Tanner said.

“Really,” Moneypenny added, turning away to tap out a message on her mobile, accidentally elbowing Tanner in the stomach as she did so.

“Nonsense,” said Bond. “I insist. This will be much quicker. I know it’s a squeeze, but you lovebirds don’t mind a bit of a cuddle, do you?”

“Not at all,” Moneypenny said, smiling in a way that suggested she’d quite like to cut his brake lines.

“Unless there’s a reason you wanted to take the train, of course. If there is, just let me know, and I can drive you back to the station.”

“Well—“ Tanner began.

“No, no reason,” Moneypenny said. “I’m sure we’ll all enjoy the drive.”

“I know I will,” said Bond. He pulled up the music app on his phone, searched for the album entitled “Scotland: Bagpipe Classics,” and hit play.

Back in London, he dropped Tanner and Moneypenny in front of her building. Before they could walk away, however, Bond rolled down the driver’s side window.

“Moneypenny,” he called after her. “Why were you and Tanner really in Bath?”

She walked back to the car and bent down to look in the window. “You first. I want the truth, Bond. Were you really there for Q?”

“Yes, I was. I can promise you that.”

She studied him for a minute, before saying, “Then let’s just say we have a mutual interest.”

She turned and walked away, lifting a hand in farewell.

Two days later, Bond received a package in the mail. It was a small, narrow box wrapped in brown paper, addressed to Bond in Q’s unmistakeable handwriting, and bearing a postmark from Bath.

Inside the box was an elegant fountain pen, the same cloudy-grey color as the Aston Martin, with the initials ‘JHB’ engraved on it in a looping monogram.

It couldn’t be.

Bond examined the pen from every angle, taking care not to drop or shake it, even though surely Q wouldn’t have sent the pen through the Royal Mail if it contained explosives.

At least, Bond didn’t think.

He ran his fingers over the pen one more time, feeling for a catch or a hidden button, but aside from its beauty, the pen appeared to be unremarkable. Unless—yes. There it was.

There's no way I'd let you accidentally blow up Bond right before the end of this choose your own adventure, right? *OR WOULD I...???* 😁

#Love Letters #Love Letters Day 7 #00q #choose your own adventure #00q choose your own adventure

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some-velvet-morning · 8 months

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txtng the gr8 db8, david crystal

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postsofbabel · 6 months

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woodlandenjoyer · 1 year

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This car rules

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shamelesscloudbeliever · 2 months

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I Dress To Kill - End Credits

After finishing her conversation with M, Nicole accessed her Swiss Bank Account and noted that the balance had risen by $107 million in the last 24 hours. She immediately picked up the penthouse phone and called her Financial Adviser. Her Financial Adviser was on a large fee to be on call to Nicole 24/7. Nicole gave him one simple instruction. “I have it on very good authority that a vintage Aston Martin DB8 will come on the market in London in the next 72 hours, I understand that the late owner was the victim of a senseless random act of violence, I want that Aston Martin, no matter what when it comes up for auction. I’m willing to meet the reserve price plus £1 million, asking price is no object, don’t fail me or there will be consequences darling”. Nicole hung up.

Nicole smiled once more and removing the silencer from her weapon, placed the gun inside her Gucci handbag and stepped over the prone body of Bind, picking up her iPhone and clicking finish on the video function and also putting it into her bag. M would dispatch a disposal team to remove Bind’s body, never to be found, along with all traces of DNA. From the moment she had gotten the original offer of the hit on Bind, Nicole had been intrigued, what a challenge, 007 himself. But from the moment he laid eyes on her in the casino he was mesmerized and Nicole had used that to her advantage. She had out-Binded Bind at every given opportunity, beaten him mercilessly at baccarrat, shown greater skill and daring as a driver of fast cars than him, shown a greater level of sexual voraciousness when she kissed and masturbated the young garage boy so aggressively, so that by the time Nicole had gotten Bind back to the Penthouse, he was a broken man and her prey to be devoured, when and how she saw fit.

Now it was time to leave.

Nicole walked to her luxurious wardrobe, opened the doors and looked at her fabulous collection of designer clothes to choose a coat. She immediately knew what to wear to match the occasion of killing Charles Bind. She chose a Dolce and Gabbana $100,000 full ankle length black leather trench coat and put it on, tying the belt tightly so that the silk deep purple lining of her coat gripped her toned shoulders. The sensual feel of silk and leather on Nicole's finely toned body gave her a sensation of aroused sexual gratification. Nicole then added a black leather fedora to her ensemble, finishing her look by adding a dramatic shade of red lipstick to her full lips. Nicole decided that she should look exactly as she felt, an ice cold ruthless female assassin, dressed to kill, head to toe in black leather. She pressed the elevator button and waited.

Being an assassin had made Nicole rich beyond imagination, but she wasn’t just in it for the money, she thought to herself as the penthouse elevator descended towards the car park, She could have retired long ago to any of her penthouses in Milan, New York , London, Paris or Miami. No, she enjoyed the thrill of the chase and ultimately the climax of the kill, giving her a sexual pleasure so intense, Nicole enjoyed the finest things in life and if killing people allowed her to live such a glamorous lifestyle so be it, whether the victim deserved their fate or nor was an irrelevance. Nicole wasn't their judge or jury, but she was their executioner.

The elevator doors opened and once again Nicole walked towards her $2 million black 918 spyder Porsche, putting on her ultra cool Gucci sunglasses in the process. Nicole opened the door, sat in the driver's leather seat, turned the ignition key and her stilletto heel pressed down on the accelerator. Nicole hit a speed of 150 mph on the Rue de Monte Carlo on her way to her private jet, Bind's murder was already an afterthought.

Seductively Ruthless.

Provocatively Amoral.

Voluptuously Lethal.

Captivatingly Sadistic.

And, oh so

Slinkily Deadly

Nicole Taylor had undoubtedly proven herself to be the world's deadliest assassin.

The End

The late Charles Bind Will Not Return Ever Again!

But Nicole Taylor will!

From Russia with Lust

#hitwomen

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