Seven Deadly Sins Clothes Novels & Stories

This was just … fun. When I glanced back over to make eye contact, they were gone and were sliding into the seats beside me, one on each side. Arms covered with tattoos, Thomas wore a short-sleeved henley shirt that hugged every one of his muscles, and Hudson had his dark hair slicked with grease and a white button-up shirt that looked to be a size too small for him. But I didn’t complain. “Back again,” Thomas said, his entire body turned toward me. I noticed the death stares from all the single ladies in the room.

Damien hissed as Zeke twisted them tight, chains dangling; Delilah whimpered, clamps tugging her pierced rings. "Dress," Zeke commanded. Damien's white dress shirt barely concealed the clamps' outline, bulges visible through thin fabric, chains faintly clinking. Delilah's blouse gaped strategically, clamps peeking if she leaned. Plugs hummed audibly under clothes, remotes pocketed by Zeke for later torment. "Go earn legit cash. Report glitches." They nodded, limping out, ass and pussy full, nipples throbbing, cocks and clit straining.

he murmured. Now, it was Lucifer’s turn. He moved toward the wardrobe and retrieved his own kingly attire. His black suit, embroidered with intricate silver designs, shimmered in the light. The golden crest of his rule, a crown entwined with a sword rested proudly on the chest. He dressed swiftly, his movements confident yet graceful. The polished black boots completed the look, adding to the commanding aura he exuded. Lucifer stood before Allistair, tall and regal, his presence like a dark storm ready to sweep through the world, yet his gaze softened when it met Allistair’s.

“Be the predator, not the prey.” I force a sharp exhale and get to work. This is a contract. This is business. I reach into the box and pull out the first piece. My eyes go wide. It’s a smoky-grey slip of a dress—so thin and short it barely qualifies as clothing. It’s the kind of thing an Omega would be forced to wear at a Syndicate auction. “You’ve got to be kidding,” I hiss, looking at the lethal cutouts along the ribs and the sheer lack of hemline. Then I look back into the box.

Ohh my Brothers dick! Chapter 5: Owned & Ruined I could smell the danger coming from the black SUV packed outside. We were parked right outside the abandoned warehouse where the Moreno syndicate had called the meeting. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat, and in my freshly fucked pussy. Damien had dressed me like his personal whore: tiny black dress with no panties, the thick leather collar locked around my neck, a remote vibrator buzzing low inside me on the lowest setting. My thighs were already trembling.

"But thank God they went off at the right time. You almost beat me for the third time!" Seven grumbles. "I was starting to think of suicide..." I just burst into a laugh and shuffle up his hair. "Is there anything you don't look good in?" Seven frowns. "Why do you always have to look so fucking hot every fucking time! It's illegal! Tight bun, hot! Messy hair, still hot! Official wear, hot! Buggy sweats and sweaters, sizzling hot! I mean, can you give me a break? My eyes are burning because you're so hot to stare at... "

​The sound cut through the quiet church, and Father Edmund's attention snapped instantly toward me. He looked down at me, scanning me slowly from head to toe. I was wearing a tight red dress, the V in front was cut way too low, exposing the inner part of my breasts and my n*pples almost peeking out. His eyes locked onto mine, his expression shifting from mild amusement to something dark. Okay, definitely not kind and welcoming like I thought. Before he could speak, my mother scrambled forward, grabbing his forearm. "See, Father?!" she cried out, her voice echoing inside. "The devil is here! He is mocking us! Satan has cursed my soul, and he’s doing it through her... because my daughter is a

Sometimes probably but right now I want to wear my big boy’s pants or big girl’s in this scenario anyway. A minute passed. I rang the doorbell again. Finally, I heard the faint sound of footsteps, which grew louder until the door swung open and I found myself face-to-face with the angel of death. He’d taken off his jacket, but otherwise, he still wore his work outfit— a charcoal gray, two-piece suit from Brunello Cucinelli crafted from ultra fine Merino wool and silk blend. A white Turnbull button down shirt. A Loro Piana navy blue cashmere crewneck sweater over his shirt. His trousers tailored so perfectly and with his John lobb leather shoes, he looked so perfectly put together and I looke

Sinclair and I are likewise formally dressed, with me in a burgundy velvet gown with a matching cape and Sinclair in a sleek black jacket and pants with a blue sash over the front as well as a great number of medals. I don’t know what any of the medals mean, but he does look dashing. Which, honestly, is all that matters to me.

“ It’s not for men young lady… “ He said that made my mind puzzled. If it’s not for men, then why did I feel like that? Like my stomach was being cooked and boiled with too much heat. My throat even felt like it was being twisted inside. I asked him using my eyes and saw how he stretched his lips that causes his dimple to show off. I don’t care about how those six men will see me as a woman, but this man's charm was always been hipnotizing. In fact, the word handsome is not enough to define how gorgeous he is. “ That's exclusively for vampires only… “ He said that made my body shivered. For vampires? Does that mean------ “ Yes! You’re the only human there. “ He added that made my mind got ev