#Diana x 47

[cajunandfire]

Music Monday: Diana/47 Edition

What songs make you think of our favourite Agent/Handler duo?

Reblog this with your song recs and snippets of the lyrics that make you think about Diana and 47's relationship the most. Any genre and any language welcome. Just go ahead and add it all under the cut.

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[faust-lane]

One more tango, 47.

[vwikaartt]

When u finally started playing Freelancer mode

[antisocialshoe]

So we all agree that diana made him that sweater right? That ducky pattern says it all

[magneticallyyours]

Resident evil, hitman and overwatch are my three hyperfixations right now. That masterlist has me biting my nail and giggling at my phone screen oh my LORD.

Don’t mind me whilst I pull up a chair and eagerly await the Wesker content…

I love u anon your tastes are indeed goated as hell- Wesker content is coming soon, so don't you worry mwahaha

[issytheamateurnerd]

Happy Father's Day! ❤️

[diana-fortyseven]

Explicit, Mission Fic, Porn With Plot, Sex Clubs, Aphrodisiac

A contract requires Diana Burnwood and Agent 47 to find their target in a nightclub during its infamous "Frivolous Fables" sex party. Thanks to their masks, it should be easy for them to blend in; but without knowing, Diana makes it even easier.

Based on 47 Shades of Burnwood: A Night Out

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[chaosisaladderfic]

The thing about 47 and Diana is that I'm so hopelessly attracted to both of them that I have no choice but to ship them together

[thedespot]

Relationship Parallels in Video Games

While there are some similarities between the relationships of Agent 47 and Diana Burnwood from the Hitman series and Master Chief/John-117 and Cortana from the Halo series, they also have significant differences.

Partnership and Collaboration: Both Agent 47 and Master Chief have a close partnership with their respective female counterparts. Diana Burnwood serves as Agent 47's handler and provides him with mission information, guidance, and support. Cortana, on the other hand, is an artificial intelligence who serves as Master Chief's AI companion and assists him during his missions.

Emotional Connection: Diana Burnwood and Agent 47 have a complex relationship that evolves throughout the Hitman series. While they share a professional bond, there are moments of trust, betrayal, and emotional connection. In contrast, the relationship between Master Chief and Cortana is primarily a platonic friendship. However, Cortana develops a deep attachment to Master Chief, and their relationship becomes an essential aspect of the Halo series' narrative.

Nature of Characters: Agent 47 is a genetically enhanced assassin with a detached and stoic personality. He is focused on completing his missions efficiently and does not express emotions readily. Master Chief is a super-soldier who is often portrayed as the epitome of a stoic hero. While he is more emotionally reserved, he showcases determination, loyalty, and a strong sense of duty.

Story Context: The Hitman series primarily focuses on Agent 47's role as an assassin and his missions, with Diana Burnwood being an integral part of the overarching storyline. In the Halo series, the relationship between Master Chief and Cortana is a significant element of the narrative, exploring themes of AI-human interaction, personal sacrifice, and the nature of heroism.

While there are parallels between these relationships, it's important to note that the Hitman and Halo series have distinct storylines, settings, and character dynamics. The similarities in their relationships stem from the broader tropes and archetypes found in storytelling, rather than direct parallels between these specific characters.

My OTPs & Fav Trope !

[postalninja]

Auron/Lulu versus 47/Diana ?

Oooh! Tough one! O_O But I think it's Auron/Lulu for me. Maybe it's because 47/Diana for me is basically canon (nevermind what reddit thinks) I maintain that those two are all but married and that IOI is being coy about it - but with Auron/Lulu it's the potential and the yearning and the tragedy of it all. It compels me, dammit! And, who am I kidding, they're the rarer of two rarepairs, and I truly seem to be a sucker for that! (self-torture maybe? didn't know I was into that, lol) But they are both amazing ships, and they both fit into my Type (TM), with two strong and serious people who I like to shove together like dolls and go NOW KISS!!!

[rieper-for-hire]

Ten Lines Tag Game

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people. Thanks Mythy (@myth-blossom) and @issytheamateurnerd for the tag <3

I've been so inactive for a while but I can finally catch up on stuff now that finals are over! (I thought I had 10 but I only have 8 in the fandom 😭)

Tightrope (Teen):

2. Delayed (General):

3. Hitman: World of Tumblr - Ch 1 (Gen):

4. Hitman: World of Tumblr - Ch 2 (Teen):

5. Hitman: World of Tumblr - Ch 3 (Teen):

6. Hitman: World of Tumblr - Ch 4 (Teen):

7. I'm Making Believe (General):

8. First Date Jitters (General):

I'm lowkey kinda proud of all I've written in my short time on AO3. Definitely gonna try and get back into the rhythm once other hyperfixations calm down a bit. (I'm looking at you, CoD fandom)

Tagging anyone who wants to hop on to this game!

[cajunandfire]

It's not easy having a handler.

I ordered this commission from TomineitorArt as an early birthday gift to myself! It's a cute and funny take on their working relationship and Tomieneitor brought it to life so beautifully!

[faust-lane]

Это феноменально. Знать так много языков и совершенно не разговаривать с людьми.

[domxmarvel]

Hitman Masterlist

💙=Male 💖=Female 💛=Neutral 🌈=Fluff 💦=Smut💀=Angst 💜=Mtf 🖤=Ftm

Agent 47

Dance? 💛🌈

Just one dance💛🌈

More dangerous than you? 💛🌈

Red,Red,Red 💖🌈

Black tie 💖🌈

Diana burnwood

[wxxpingangxls]

Dirty Diana

+synposis; once again, your husband is too busy for your 16th annerversary, and to add to your dismay, your pipes have bursts. so now you have to call the local plumber to help fix your leaky pipes...

+content/warnings; black reader but no explicit description, age gap( Gojo is 26, reader is 47), whiny Gojo, needy reader, teasing, multiple rounds, creampie, reader is a MILF, Gojo's divorced, slight power play, reader is more on the dom side, Gojo is smitten over reader, oral - fem receiving-, cowgirl

+pairings; Firefighter!Gojo x MILF!black fem reader

being married to a business man who was constanlty at work was fun at first. with yearly strips to ski resorts and monthly weekends away to the smiling and tropical coast. but after your two children had gone away to college and your third and fourth were in the last years of highschool, you became lonely.

"i know i know, i promised but you have to understand that the meeting was pushed back and we still don't have the arrangements for the business trip. i promise i'll-" you cut off the phone before he could make another empty promise. you huffed, groaning as you faced the cold dinner you'd made for the two of you. it was the first meal you ever made for him when you guys first moved in together and unsurprisingly his favourite.

you walked back into the kitchen to pour yourself more of that special wine you saved for this day. you stared at the sink for a bit, letting your mind drift off, the empty night sky bringing tranquility to your mind. however, amoung hearing the sound of rushing water, you looked down to see water from the bottom of the sink rushing to your feet.

you quickly scurried to the far side of the room, silently cursing under your breath. Your house slippers were soaked. you grabbed your landline to phone your local plumber. much to your dismay, he was all booked out for tonight and you couldn't wait until the morning, however he mentioned something about phoning in the local fire station as most of the men were trained to deal with plumbing issues.

you placed your full wine glass down upon hearing the door bell ring. you checked yourself in the mirror hanging on the wall, running your hands through your hair and wiping the lip stik off the side of your cheek, making sure you were decent.

"uh…ms Y/N?" the tired man asks, his eyes hanging low as his peered at your appearance. to say you were an attractive woman was an understatement. your hair hung in loose curls that framed your face and your light blue nightgown accentuated your body shape. your baby blue silk robe seemed to flow and shift in elegance and grace. "this is she, are you gojo?"

"yeah... satoru gojo. i heard you've got a leaky pipe." he gestured towards the toolbox he carried with him. he shlyly followed your lead into the kitchen occasionally leering down watching your ass through the light fabric of the robe, his own shoes thumping to the beat of your own, matching house slippers clicking against the tiled floors.

"just what i thought, a loose pipe." he said grunting as he reached for his wrench. "you want sum' to drink, gojo?" you asked shoving the half empty wine bottle in his face. you were bored, alone and borderline drunk.

he chuckled before shaking his head. "drink on the job? nah, no thank you," he sat up before he looked down and huffed. "oh come on, it's terrible drinking alone," you whine, slightly slurring your words, trying to convince the sexy young man to say a little longer. his sunken blue eyes bore into yours suspiciously. "you're alone? i thought i saw to dinner plates on the dining table," a sour expression immediately replaced your hopeful one.

"oh right. it's my anniversary, but my husband got 'caught up' at work again," you huffed out annoyed.

"you're married?"

"why are you surprised?"

"m'not...just asking," he shurgged.

gojo thought for a while. ever since his divorce, he hadn't come home to a freshly made meal. however he was here strictly for business and he needed to remember that. "well, if your husband isn't here, why let the food go to waste?" he smiled cheekily at you. your eyes lit up. it had been months since you'd ate with someone else. he smiled to himself as he watched you grab the dinner plate and popped it in the microwave. "and about that wine, why don't you pour me a glass to go with it,"

"my eldest was an easy baby. look, she didn't even cry when we pierced her ears," you pointed to the old picture of your daughter as gojo reached over to see your child in her infant years.

"wish i could say the same. last time i saw my girl, she was always crying," he laughed light-heartedly before becoming silent as he saw your puzzled expression. "divorce. my wife got full custody," he shrugged, running his fingers through his hair white hair.

“you’re divorced? you’re pretty young…what age did you get married?” you asked inquiringly.

“i was 19, between me and you, i didn't know what i was thinking," he replied.

you didn't pry further. you moved over to his side, rubbing his shoulders as you bent over, silently reasaurring him. "i'll get more wine. here lemme take your plate," you whispered, taking the empty glass from his hand, your breath lingering around the back of his ear.

as you scrubbed the plate clean, you felt hot breath fan against your neck. "gojo, what are you doing?" you gasped as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist.

"don't act like your legs weren't rubbing agaisnt each other the minute we sat down," his lips moved up and down your neck sensually, moving in a rhythm that had you dripping through your laced panties as he groaned in response. "gojo, we shouldn't, its not right..." you protested, however you made no attempt to get away from his grasp, even as his grip tightened. "i'm a married woman,"

"married to a man who doesn't love you enough,"

"what do you know about my relationship?" you questioned hastly.

"well, for one, you never mentioned a husband yet your all dressed up waiting for company of some kind,"

"hmm, your smart for such a young person," you giggled, feeling caught out.

"you're so under appreciated in your own home. if i were your husband, you'd never feel alone again," he sighed in your ear before planting a kiss behind it. you whined as you subconsciously rubbed against his throbbing bulge. "goj-"

"call me satoru, please," he spun you around with one hand to face him.

his chiselled face moved closer to yours and for the first time you could smell his cologne. hints of sandalwood, spice and jasmine tickled your nose in the most sensual way. your eyes locked for a moment, before you looked away. it had been so long since you'd felt the touch of your husband let alone a man. the sexual tension increased with every second you guys took staring into each others eyes.

he soft lips brushed against yours as he looked you in your eyes, your foreheads touching. "if you don't want this, just say the words. say the words and i'll leave right now. this would be our little secret," he whispered. you searched his eyes, but all you saw was a sparkle. a certain sparkle he hadn't had in years. a certain sparkle you haven't seen in years.

his warm tongue swirled in your mouth as his hand cupped your aching cunt. his other hand was at the back of your head as the two of you sloppily made out. your hands cupped his face, caressing it in your soft hands. you groaned into the kiss as he pressed a finger against your clothes clit. "m'gonna make you feel s'good," he whined as he broke the kiss, moving down to your neck. you whined as he pulled his hand from your underwear. he took of his jacket revealing his broad shoulders and wide chest hidden beneath a white wife beater. his veins popping out with every movement he made. "come here," he whispered eagerly holding out his arms for you to jump in. he lifted you onto the counter, his tender lips somehow making their way back to yours again.

you watched eagerly as he lowered himself, face to face with your dripping hole. "look at you. she hasn't been fucked in weeks, has she?" he sniggered as he watched your face drop. he'd gone from a well mannered service provider to a man with a fucking filthy mouth. maybe you'll keep him around longer.

your thoughts were interrupted by a warm and wet tongue lapping against your clothed cunt. "gojo...!" you squealed instinctively reaching to grab on his hair and shut your legs around his head. he laughed at your reaction, the vibrations stimulating your cunt further. he simply just ripped your legs apart with his big strong arms. "keep still f'me," he demanded. you whined but nonetheless followed his instructions.

his mouth reattached itself to your sopping pussy as he continued lapping. he made sure to suck and nibble on your throbbing clit even through your lacey blue panties. you groaned as his fingers moved to play around and rub your slit. you huffed, your sensitive pussy twitching around an empty space. your legs started to twitch as he moved his fingers towards your clit, rubbing firm circles. "wow, you close already? so filthy..." he whispered condescendingly. "satoru...!" you pulled harder at his hair as his fingered moved faster.

your legs began shaking as it became too much too quickly. "what is it, baby? you gonna come for me, yeah?" he watches as you gasp and attempt to close your legs around his hand. but he was just too strong. you gasped as he moved his hand, leaving on the edge of your orgasm.

"what the hell?" you shot up from the counter. "be patient. i said i'd make you feel good, didn't i?" he raised a brow whilst unbuckling his cargo pants and dropping his drawls. they fell to the floor as his hot bulge made your pussy leak even more. "fuck..." he sighed, finally getting his dick free. curly white pubes dusted his pelvis. he pumped his cock a few times, smearing the pre-cum all over.

he pulled your panties off, slick sticking to your foiled panties. his thumb and index pulled your lips apart, watching as your stringing arousal stuck them together and your hole clench around the cool air. "how long since you been eaten out, babe?" he asks.

"what?" you sigh, too cock hungry to register his question. your whining gave him all he needed to know. he clicked his tongue before wrapping his lips around the sore bud. his large hands held your thighs open, as wide as they could go. you squealed as his tongue lapped against your cunt.

the only time he broke away was to spit on your filthy hole, watching as it dripped down to your clenching asshole. he was sloppy. and messy. and loud. he groaned in encouragement, making sure to make a mess out of your sopping cunt. "yes satoru! just like that... m'fuck! you're so good for me..."you cried out in ecstasy as he brought his mouth to your clit again, this time making sure to suck hard. he shook his head from side to side, eliciting a high pitched moan from your mouth. "satoru!" you moaned out loud at the stranger in your home from the sensitivity of it all.

"fuck...sator- m'so close" he groaned his response as your brows furrowed and your eyes glossed over in bliss. your hips buckled against his mouth despite him trying to hold you still. "stop squirming, pretty lady," he grumbled. "look at the way she's talking to me. she's just begging to cum," he squinted before bringing you right into his mouth again and holding you there. "come on baby," he spat on your cunt before diving in further. "wait- wait- sat-oru..." you wailed, attempting to push his head away.

your cunt wasn't used to the stimulation of being sloppily eaten. the sensitivity was getting to you fast. tears brimmed in the corners of your eyes as you began sniffing. his grip tightened on you as you squirmed harder. your legs shook and twitched around his head.

"gojo! slow down, please!" he smiled as he watched you writhe in his tight hold. your stomach tightened and your breathe hitched. your toes started curling as you arched your back and pulled his hair for dear life. your held your breath as you came all over his face. "yeah...that's it, just like that," he watched as your legs spasmed and your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled mindlessly out of your mouth. "fuck..." you slurred slowly coming back to your senses. he pulled away and closely watched you come down from your high as he slowly rubbed on your sore clit.

"hah...that was s'good..." you breathed.

"i told you i'd make you feel good," he whispered as he took your hand in his and took your shaky figure into the living room. his large hand wrapped around your waist. he sat upright on the sofa beckoning you towards his lap. you sat in between his open legs. "ride me baby, show me how much you've missed having a dick inside of you," he leered at your figure towering over him. you discarded the silk robe and kneeled over his stiff cock.

"now, baby, you ever been ridden so good, you're holding back tears?" you stare into his eyes for a bit. he smirked before rubbing your back. he saw the determination in your eyes, his face dropping at the realisation. "no..." he finally huffed out.

"well you know what they say. there's a first time for everything," you took his hefty cock in your hands, pumping it a few times before sinking down.

you winced in unison, your tight walls squeezing on his throbbing dick. he was thick and girthy. hitting you in all the right places. he had you drooling already. he tapped you thigh, breaking you from your dicked hungry state. "wow, you really haven't been fucked in a while," he chuckled cheekly.

"you know, for someone who can't handle me, you really are mouthy. you know what happens to mouthy boys?" you snickered.

"what..?" he replied, his lips pursing in anxiety and trepidation.

"they get punished, for having a sharp mouth," as you were speaking, you could feel his hips slowing shifting, trying to gain some friction inside your warm walls. "uh-uh, i'm not done with you," you grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks together.

"please...i'll-i'll be good, i'll shut up!" he pleaded.

his negotiations were pathetic to say the least. you hummed in acknowledgement, your own juices leaking down in eagerness.

you started grinding your hips, experimenting with different paces. his hand remained on your hips, before you started to bounce up and down. "thank you..." he sighed, watching your body move up and down, fucking yourself on his aching cock. "you like that, yeah?" you asked, steadying yourself by holding his shoulders. his hand moved down to your ass before landing a heavy handed smack. he rubbed on the sore skin, before squeezing it in his hands. "fuck yeah, i love it," he whined, his hips buckling.

you laughed breathlessly however your pace never faltered. his grip tightened as you began to gain in speed. your gummy walls gripped on his eager dick, clenching tightly. you gasped upon feeling his cock meet your hips. your wet cunt made it easy for kento to thrust up into you and he made sure you knew.

"hah...fuck satoru..." you cried looking down at him. his eyes were glossed over in a cloud of lust and hunger. "you feel so good, thank you!" his fingers moved towards your clit, rubbing firm circles on the bud. he noticed the shift in your pace as your legs started trembling slightly.

"keep going, come on," he huffed sexily moving the hair from his face, with his free hand. you winced as his pace quickened. "fuck, keep squeezing me like that," he whined, throwing his head back. "fuck Y/N..." his fingers continued to play with your clit while his other hand landed another sharp slap onto your ass.

your eyes rolled into your skull as his hips angled towards the spongey spot deep in your cunt. "fuck!" you whine. your legs buckle as he watches you fall. "oh you like that?" he chuckles lowly, visibly taken aback.

"yes yes yes! fuck satoru!" your eyes roll back as his pace quickens. he fucks himself into you hissing every time you clench down on him.

"gojo, m'close!" you gasped, your grip on his shoulders tightening. he watched from below as your face contorted into that of bliss as he kept hitting that same spot. "just like that," your cunt squelched with every thrust he had to give you. your tummy churned as his dick pummelled your gummy walls. your slick was running down your leg as you let out babbles and moans of pure nonsense. you legs began to spasm as you started drooling. "whose pussy is making you feel good?" you said through breaths.

"huh?" he whined too pussy whipped to comprehend anything. you grabbed his face in your hands so his eyes were on you and no one else, "whose. pussy. is. making. you. feel. this. good?" you said firmly in between breaths.

"yours Y/N, your pussy makes me feel so good." he wailed loud enough for neighbours to hear. "there's a good boy," his large arm wrapped around your waist, holding you still against his hips.

your babbles increased in pitch and your legs grew limp. "you close baby?" you asked raising a brow.

he nodded eagerly. "use you words f'me. tell me how bad you wanna cum,"

"uh huh, uh huh, want it so bad ms Y/N!"

your toes curled and uncurled as gojo kept his hips at the angle that had you coming undone. "yes fuck, there's a good boy...!" you babble out nodding your head, tears stinging in your eyes.

"fuck, you're too tight, loosen up f'me," he whined, his hips were stuttering as he tried to move but you were just too tight. you were too fucked out on his hefty cock to even acknowledge his comment. "Y/N, you need to relax.." his voice became higher in pitch as he continued to thrust into your tight hole.

his thrust became sloppy and inconsistant as his legs started to spasm. "m'gonna cum," he huffed, thick cock throbbing inside of you. "do it inside pretty boy!" you instructed.

"inside? you want it inside? what if you get pregnant?" he stammered.

"dammit gojo, just cum inside me!"

he nodded feverishly, sniffling as tears from over sensitivity started to sting in his eyes. his hips stuttered one last time before he came in your sore cunt.

his eyes rolled back as he huffed. his arm around your waist tightened as he began to pull out. your cunt oozed with a mixture of your slick, cum and his cum. "yeah, that's it...look at that. i'm just leaking,"your filthy mouth was back at work as the creampie ran down your leg.

he slid his tip between your folds smearing the mess everywhere. his thick cock left your aching hole gaping as he kissed your forehead. as you leaned in to kiss all over his face, the landline rung. "i'll go get the phone," you sighed that such a sensual moment was being ruined.

"hello?"

"hey honey, how would you feel about a trip to a resort in Bali for a week?" your husband suggested as an apology for missing your anniversary. you thought for a moment before facing the firefighter in your home. he lay on the sofa, smiling goofily to himself, with one hand placed behind his head.

"sure, why not."

"and again, i'm sorry i missed our anniversary, i won't happen again." he chuckled from the other side of the phone. you did start to feel guilty about sleeping with another man when you have a hard working husband, but then again, your own husband was out having his own escapades with various other women you weren't aware about. "i'm sure i won't," you replied slyly before hanging up the landline.

you walked over to the nasty fireman before sitting back in his lap.

"round 2?"

"i thought you'd never ask..."

[notroosterbradshaw]

47 + hangman please if you don't mind <33

PROMPT: 47 ''i've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me'' Here we go, nonny (I didn't forget about this... I just lost it in my drafts, sorry!) x

"Babydoll, " Jake smiled, greeting you at the door. His 'time off' beard growing in nicely, hair shaggy and you just loved it messy and a little longer. You were the luckiest person alive, you knew this. Coming home to this specimen? How did he get sexier? Walking into your shared villa feeling as generic as you did almost seemed criminal. "Welcome to Seresin Cocktail Hour. Please leave your bag by the door," he announced. "And clothes are optional," he did a little boogie, wriggling his hips, giving you the sultriest eyes you'd ever seen, barefoot, the drinks in his palms threatening to spill. "How was your day, love of my life?"

Without even a hello, you dropped your bag at the door miserably and slid out of your shoes, the floorboards already feeling like home. Pouting, shoulders slumped, you sniped, "Rooster called - he wants his shirt back."

Jake looked down at his shirt of choice, unbuttoned, abs on full display. He was not often brutally rebuffed when he greeted you so willingly. And he thought you liked the green palm tree shirt. He was preparing for Hawaii, and your overdue romantic getaway together next week. A little taken back, he realised quickly -

"I didn't get the promotion. Diana did."

"Oh, babydoll," he sighed, sad for you, sure, but not knowing what you wanted to hear. At last correspondence, you were good friends with her. He approached, knowing you weren't going to go to him. He put the glasses on the entry table, disappointed. He stood before you, his warm palm slinking around your neck and massaging the nape, your eyes fluttering closed, breath releasing. You'd been holding it since the announcement, it was nice to finally get air in your lungs again.

"No, this is s a good thing, she deserves it," you put your palms on his chest, your sadness etched all over your face. "Her presentation was just phenomenal. I'm just being a jealous asshole," you sighed, feeling about 3 feet small. It stung, you thought you were the shoo-in for the new role. You were naive to think you wouldn't be challenged and it would be handed to you on a silver platter.

"You worked really hard, baby. It's okay to be down about it," Jake reminded you, bringing you towards him, the stubble on his chin itchy against your forehead.

"It's just been hard to take, I thought I was a sure thing, Jake," you sighed as he wrapped his strong arms around you tenderly, supportively. You slipped your hands around his waist, hidden under his shirt, feeling his scorching, smooth skin. He moaned quietly.

"I know, babydoll," he kissed your hair and felt your body relax into his warmth. He tugged your hair and pressed his strong palms into your spine, wanting to relieve any stresses he could for you. "I'm sorry, what can I do to make you feel better? I'll do anything you want in there," he pointed to the kitchen. "Or there," he pointed towards the stairs, your bedroom, his eyebrows wriggling suggestively. You knew he was trying to make you smile, and you would never admit how much you wanted to do so. You just needed a few more minutes forlorn.

"Jake," you sighed, melting into him and he kissed your hair. "Please."

"Anything," he reiterated. "Can put a hit out if I need to, as well. Know a guy... or two."

You finally let a giggle escape and he beamed. '"I've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me', please?" you took in his cologne and felt every fibre in your body start to uncoil. His lips peppered soft kisses on your face.

"Whatever you need, my love," he told you simply and moved to hold your jaw in his hands. He stared into your eyes intently, his thumbs gentle against cheekbones before lowering his mouth to yours, lips melding, his slick tongue tracing your lips, begging entry. "Lemme taste you," he almost growled against your mouth, gripping the material of your shirt, fingers digging into the flesh beneath it and bringing you closer. "Babydoll..."

"Changed my mind," you admitted. "First you can do whatever I want in there," you nudged your head towards the bedroom and his eyebrow peaked, tongue skimming against his gleaming teeth eagerly. "Then in there," you pointed towards the kitchen.

"Anything your heart desires, ma'am," he breathed and hitched you into his strong arms.

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