23, they/them, UK -- multifandom blog,,, though i basically just post mary goore nowadays. I am SO normal about them. professional silly little slasher enthusiast
need this selfishly. gross crust punk mary goore fucks reader in her pretty lil frilly sundress. by the end she’s not so put together anymore and is perhaps just as gross as him.
- xoxo @lacrymosa-v
Remember how I said I'm incapable of not adding plot to my porn? Well this goes out to you two, @lacrymosa-v and @infestissumaam ❤️
Stockholm Syndrome
There was nothing to indicate today would be a day different than any other. The shop you ran held a variety of cosmetics and floral arrangements, even the occasional batch of macarons from the patisserie next door. Working in a place like this meant you were encouraged to break out all the frills and lace your wardrobe offered, and today you adorned a pink and white gingham dress, complete with lace petticoats and a matching ribbon in your hair. Your makeup was always immaculate, with a berry-colored lip gloss and perfectly highlighted cheekbones. As you unboxed the latest order of perfumes, you took a deep breath, smiling as the scent of fresh flowers and red fruits filled your nose.
While the shop wasn’t on the busiest side of town, it wasn’t rare for tourist season to ramp up the chaos a bit. Usually this meant a run-in with a Karen or two hoping for a Le Labo dupe but nothing more than that.
The front door swung open at full force, so hard that the bell nearly flung off. The abrupt intensity startled you, making you let out an audible yelp. When you saw the source of the sudden calamity, you were even more befuddled than before. In strode a lanky, disheveled young man that looked more like he belonged in a mosh pit rather than a boutique, panting like he'd just run a marathon. Before you could say anything, he cleared his throat, awkwardly sauntering towards the counter as he brushed his stringy black hair from his eyes.
“Hey, uh, you don’t gotta back way outta here, d’ya doll?”
You stammered, trying to form a coherent sentence while the man glanced over his shoulder nervously.
“N-no, just the front entrance. Is everything okay?”
As if answering your own question, the familiar din of police sirens sounded in the distance. Your eyes widened as you cursed your decision to leave your pepper spray at home. Sensing your nervousness, the man shot you a crooked smile.
“No, I didn’t kill someone or anything, doll. Just a simple misunderstanding involving a rock and a window. They were fascists anyway.”
Resting his arms on the counter, his gaze trailed over your form, eyeing you in a way that made you feel like prey. Everything about him was telling you to call the cops, wishing you had a panic button, wishing you had any sort of protection. But the burn of his green eyes taking in every inch of your body was causing your brain to short circuit. He was everything you found repulsive: torn jeans, cheap tattoos, smudges under his eyes from what was likely unwashed makeup from days prior. Yet against all of these glaring red flags, there was an undeniable pull in your core.
“Mary,” he said, holding out his hand towards you. Immediately you analyzed the outstretched limb, looking for any obvious signs of communicable diseases. Eventually, you relented, shaking his hand in a dainty gesture. Catching you off-guard even more, he locked eyes with you as he leaned down, planting a kiss on your hand.
“Y'know you smell like a peach?”
Before you could pull your hand away, Mary dragged his tongue across the back of your hand.
“Taste like a peach, too.” One eyebrow cocked, a goading challenge of your tolerance.
Yanking yourself back, you shot him a look of disgust, but once again your body was betraying you as you were getting wetter by the second.
The sirens grew louder, definitely turning onto your street. Thank fuck. Maybe that meant this miscreant would finally -
Mary placed his hand on the counter, vaulting over it and grabbed your arms. You gasped, trying to wriggle away but for his scrawny stature he sure had a strong grip.
“Look, I'm not some creep, I'm not gonna hurt you or anything. Just- just fucking cover for me, okay?”
There was an oddly pleading look in his eyes as he searched your face for some sign of affirmation. Sounds of car doors slamming and radios screeching were now just outside your shop, meaning they were definitely coming in. While every cell in your brain was telling you to scream for help, instead what you did was nod. What the fuck was wrong with you? With a lopsided grin, Mary dipped in, kissing your cheek before ducking under the counter, completely concealed by the front display and your dress from anyone coming in.
From the angle of the shop, the only part of you that was visible was from the waist up as the back of the counter mercifully faced the wall behind you. The door swung open once more and in stepped a young officer who couldn't have been older than legal drinking age. Nervously, he stepped towards the counter, glancing around the store for any evidence of distress.
“I'm really sorry to bother you, miss. But you haven't seen a guy that looked like he robbed a Halloween store have you? About this tall?”
You gulped. Lying was definitely not your strong suit and it wouldn't take more than a few steps to the side before Mary would be discovered. Maybe that was for the best, honestly. The guy was wanted by the cops. That doesn't happen to innocent people. Okay, scratch that; even you weren't that naive.
Throwing caution to the wind, you put on a perplexed expression, shaking your head.
“No, officer. No one like that has come in at all. Just the regulars shopping for bath bombs and jewelry.” A snort just loud enough that only you could hear sounded from under the counter and you kicked your foot into his shin. “Gosh, is he dangerous?”
The moment that word left your mouth, you stiffened as you felt the tickle of fingers against your calf. Is he fucking serious right now? Jerking your leg forward, your knee collided with his chest.
“Dangerous and stupid enough to throw a brick through a bank window. Listen, keep an eye out and you call us if you see anything. This guy's bad news and a real creep.”
This time both hands ran along the back of your thighs, creeping under the lace of your petticoats towards your underwear.
“I-I will, officer. Thank you for letting me know.”
The moment the cop left, you stomped backward, crossing your arms and shooting Mary a stern look. A stupid grin was his only response.
“A brick? You said you threw a rock. That could've killed someone!”
“Yeah but it didn't. Besides they fund some bullshit pro-life group that goes around harassing women. You should be thanking me.”
“Forgive me if I don't think you being a feminist absolves you of a felony.”
With that, Mary crawled out from under the counter with a groan before standing toe-to-toe with you.
“Says Little Miss ‘I just lied to a cop.’ Which came pretty fuckin’ natural to you. I think you've been wanting to be naughty your whole fucking life and never had the chance to. Not until I showed up. Still waiting on that thank you."
Fuck, you thought. He's right. I just lied to a cop. And the other thing? Fuck. He's right about that too.
“I think,” Mary began, toying at the ribbon sash tied around your waist. “That you lookin’ all pretty and polished like this is all for show. I think you're just dying for someone like me to come along and ruin you.”
You stepped backwards with a gulp, your back pressing against the wall behind you as he continued to close the gap. While you'd had some relatively decent lovers, everything stayed solidly in the realm of vanilla. Nothing else occurred to you, realistically speaking. People didn't fuck like they did in romance novels, you told yourself. Was this just talk? Or was this man, this complete stranger, really offering a fantasy fulfillment you thought would love solely in your dreams? Eventually he placed his palms on either side of your head leaning in so close his nose brushed yours.
“You want me to leave? Just say so and I will.”
Your eyes flutter closed as his thumb drags over your lips, deliberately smearing your lipstick before forcing his thumb into your mouth and running it over your tongue. Arousal flooded your body, burning in your core as you gave up on resisting his effect on you.
“You want me to go, prinsessa? You want me to leave this pretty mouth empty and wanting? What am sure is a beautiful cunt begging to be fucked?”
In a moment of uncharacteristic sass, you bit down on his thumb, not hard enough to truly hurt but enough to hopefully get your point across as you shook your head. Mary smirked, pushing his thumb deeper into your mouth before pulling it out with an obscene pop.
“Well, well, well. Aren't you just full of surprises, doll?”
With innocent doe-eyes, you nodded, running your tongue over your bottom lip where last he'd touched. Once again his eyes ran over your figure hungrily as his hands began to travel over your body, gliding over your dress as he left out a whistle.
“You're gonna look so fuckin’ beautiful when I ruin that pretty fuckin' face.”
With widened eyes you watched as he began to undo his belt, sliding his jeans down his narrow hips until his cock sprang free from its enclosure. Good christ, how did he walk with that thing?!
Mary let out a deranged chuckle as he regarded your expression.
“You never taken a cock like this before, have you?” Mary asked with snarky confidence. “Don't worry, I'll be gentle.”
“I hope not,” you smirked, dropping down to your knees, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue as you maintained eye contact. While you took a sick delight in the shock on his face, you were quick to mirror his expression as from this angle, you could see a barbell piercing at the base of his weeping tip. Oh. Oh.
With one hand, he gripped your jaw, holding you still while the other hand stroked along his cock, guiding it towards your lips. Dutifully, you dragged your tongue against the piercing, flicking at the metal as Mary let out a deep, rumbling moan at the contact.
You half-expected him to begin fucking your mouth with abandon, but he seemed almost frozen in place. Bringing your hands to his hips, you coaxed him forward, encasing his length with your mouth as his fingers stroked through your hair. Mary let out another deep moan, finally beginning to thrust against your lips, the metal barbell gliding against your tongue. Your eyes watered as his weeping tip collided with the back of your throat, burning and threatening your gag reflex but you were determined to take every glorious inch of him.
As his pace quickened you could feel how smeared your lipstick was getting, positive that your mascara was running down your cheeks but for once in your life, you truly didn't care. Even with every risk of being on your knees in front of a man you didn't even know, the reward was yours for the taking.
To your surprise, he pulled back, sliding out of your throat with a strained moan.
“Fuckin’ hell, älskling, the mouth on you.”
Mary pulled you to your feet, his mouth colliding with yours in all its spit-soaked glory. There wasn't even a hint of romance in the kiss, merely another way for him to lay claim to your mouth. And you would honor that claim with every bit of energy you had.
This time as he pulled away, he steered you towards the counter, leaning you over the glass as he shoved your dress up to your waist, exposing you entirely. Normally all you would focus on was how self-conscious you were, what you looked like from this angle. But something had awakened inside you. Something that had been begging to be let out. A voice you ignored for far too long. You gasped as you felt your underwear being shoved to your ankles, then all at once-
Mary's tongue plunged into your cunt, the sudden heat making you immediately cry out, your fingers gripping the edge of the counter as if it was the only tether to reality. Relentlessly his tongue fucked into you, his hands spreading your cheeks as he delved deeper into your core. His tongue explored you freely, pulling away to lap at your clit, to moan against your skin.
Anyone who happened to glance into the shop from the street would see you bent over the counter, screaming and gyrating, looking like you'd just crawled out of a brothel, but you didn't care. Let the entire world look in on this depravity. Let them see what a mess he was making of you.
Your legs began to shake, trembling with your impending orgasm rising in your core. But Mary showed no signs of relenting as he dragged his tongue against your folds, sucking at your clit roughly before once more sliding his tongue inside of you.
It was too much, the coil snapped as you screamed his name, begging him not to stop as your pleasure crashed into you, making you weak, dizzy as he expertly worked your cunt. He didn't stop until your legs shook so violently you thought they might collapse. Despite your blissfully bleary state, you felt him straighten behind you, his fingers gripping your ass with an iron strength.
“A fucking peach,” he growled. “You ready for me, älskling?”
You nodded weakly, bracing yourself for the sting of his cock entering you. But between the arousal dropping from your entrance and the lubrication your spit offered, he slid in all at once with minimal resistance. The foreign feeling of his piercing quickly subsided as it dragged along your sweet spot in such deliciously wicked ways. Several times Mary tried to speak but his voice failed him as he rutted into you, moaning with every thrust.
It wasn't long before your legs began to tremble once more, overstimulation quickly sinking in. Mary felt it too, his pace becoming increasingly erratic as he groaned through gritted teeth. His fist tangled into your hair, yanked your head backward as his other hand slapped your ass hard enough you saw stars, though he quickly kneaded the inflamed skin.
As your second orgasm flooded your body, Mary pulled out with a grunt, furiously fucking into his hand as ropes of his spend coated your ass, dripping down the backs of your thighs. Pathetic, mewling whimpers escaped your throat as you dropped your forehead to the cool glass, quickly fogging under the heat of your skin. Mary panted in ragged breaths, his hand stroking his softening cock as he released his grip on your hair. His fingers trailed down your back, smoothing down your dress with more gentleness than you'd expected him to possess.
Forcing yourself to straighten, you bent down to reach for your underwear but Mary hand shot out, gripping your wrist.
“Nuh uh,” he said, grabbing the fabric and tapping your foot to lift. You turned quizzically, just in time to watch him bring the lace to his nose and inhale. “Souvenir,” he winked, shoving your panties into his pocket.
It should disgust you on a visceral level. And yet. As he wiped his mouth, he eyed you once more, letting out a tired chuckle.
“I think I had you all wrong. Here I was thinking you were some delicate fucking flower yet here you are blowing my fucking mind with a pussy like a vice grip. You fucking ruined me, prinsessa.”
“Speak for yourself,” you giggled, brushing your hair from your eyes. You were a sweaty sticky mess, completely unrecognizable from your usual style. Yet you never felt more alluring.
Before you could bask too comfortably in the afterglow, the familiar sound of sirens reached your ears. Cursing under his breath, Mary hurried to fasten his belt with an almost disappointed look. This time the sirens were obviously right the shop, had someone called the cops thinking someone was being murdered? Oops.
“I lied,” you admitted, to Mary's confusion. “There is a back door. Through there. It leads to the alley and the fence lock is 425.”
Grinning at you, he dipped in for another kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Listen, what time you close this place up?”
“Mary, get the fuck out, the cops are right outside!”
“What time?”
“5, now would you please fucking go?”
“I'm taking you out. You like pizza?” He jogged towards the door you pointed out, once again a twisted smirk on his lips. “Meet me out back at 5.”
He quickly ducked behind the door, gone for just a moment before popping his head around the corner.
