#Cream Satin Lingerie

[bob--and--friends]

Black Satin Lingerie Cream Satin lingerie

[logicbobssatin]

Cream Satin Lingerie

[mephisto-reporting]

Silk, Satin and Sensual

Premise: Headcanons on his preferences for lingerie and his reaction when he sees you in them. Based on this request. Pairing: Reader x Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus (Seperate) [Caleb version will come out after his release] Note: Reader and the men are in a relationship. This is suggestive. Please do not interact if you are a minor. Caleb version will come out after his release when I know more about his personality. If you wanted to be added to my taglist, please DM, ask or comment :D Content warning: Suggestive. MNDI.

XAVIER

Xavier has a thing for soft, celestial tones like white, cream, silvers and muted golds. He’s drawn to fabrics that shimmer faintly, almost like starlight against your skin. He has a thing for delicate patterns, like lacework.

Sheer materials like mesh and chiffon drive him wild, especially if they reveal just enough to leave him craving more. He prefers the balance of teasing and revealing, where the fabric hints at your curves without fully exposing them.

He’s absolutely obsessed with your thighs and prefers lingerie that accentuates them. Garter belts, thigh-high stockings, and intricate lace shorts are his kryptonite.

If you have small celestial accents like tiny golden stars or moon charms hanging from the garters… good fucking luck. You are not walking the next day.

He has an unapologetic habit of tearing your lingerie when he loses control, so he’s constantly replacing your wardrobe. His explanation? “It’s not my fault they’re made so fragile. I’ll get you something sturdier—next time.”

Once the damage is done and your new lingerie is in shreds, Xavier looks annoyingly unbothered. He’ll casually toss the ruined piece aside and murmur, “Guess I’ll have to buy you another.”

He’ll commission a lingerie set made of delicate ivory lace with gold threads woven into it, shaped to mimic constellations. He’ll surprise you with thigh-high stockings that have faint, shimmering patterns running up the sides. These are always paired with garter belts because he loves tugging on them when he is intimate with you.

He’ll leave the box on your bed, wrapped in soft cream paper with a gold ribbon. Inside, there’s always a handwritten note in his steady handwriting. “For you. You’re too beautiful not to be dressed like the stars themselves.”

His reactions:

The moment he sees you in lingerie, his carefully composed demeanor melts away, replaced by an intense, almost predatory focus. His eyes lock onto your thighs, and his voice becomes a low murmur laced with want. He is the definition of: his eyes darkened.

Xavier likes the idea that these pieces are chosen specifically for his eyes. If anyone else saw you in them, even accidentally, it would ignite a streak of jealousy.

If you walk past him too many times, deliberately flaunting the look, he’ll finally snap. One moment, you’re teasing him; the next, you’re backed against the wall with his hands tracing the garter straps. “Do you want me to tear this off?” he’ll ask, his voice soft but carrying that dangerous edge. Spoiler: He’s already decided the answer.

ZAYNE

Zayne prefers earthy tones—rich browns, deep greens, warm ambers, and muted burgundies. These hues remind him of natural beauty, grounding yet alluring. He loves subtle details like lace trim, delicate straps that crisscross your back, or a ribbon that ties just above your hips—small elements that add to the allure.

Zayne is drawn to pieces that accentuate your waist. Corset-style lingerie, high-waisted panties, or teddies with cinched designs are his favorites. He admires the way they create an hourglass effect, appreciating your silhouette.

He has a thing for materials that feel good to the touch: silky satins, fine lace, and soft mesh. The tactile experience is as important to him as the visual.

Zayne has impeccable taste, selecting pieces that balance seduction with sophistication. Think satin teddies with plunging necklines or lace bodysuits with subtle, sheer paneling. He gravitates toward lingerie sets that emphasize your natural beauty rather than overwhelming it—clean lines, elegant accents, and designs that celebrate your form.

When Zayne gifts you lingerie, he makes it an intimate experience. He’ll lay the gift on the bed, wrapped in tissue paper with a single dried flower,something earthy and subtle, like a sprig of lavender or rosemary. His note is direct: “For when you’re ready to let me admire you properly.”

Zayne picks quality over quantity. He’d rather gift you one stunning, well-made piece than several forgettable ones. His selections are designed to last—not that he always gives them the chance to.

His gaze never wavers. When you wear lingerie, Zayne’s eyes lock on yours before slowly traveling down your body, making you feel like the most captivating thing in the world.

There’s no ripping it off, but it won’t take long before he’s slipping the fabric off. He’s not gentle, but he’s not reckless either. There’s a certain hunger in how he undresses you.

His Reaction:

When you walk into the room wearing one of his carefully chosen pieces, Zayne’s reaction is immediate. His calm is replaced by a sharp intake of breath, his eyes trailing over you with an intensity that makes the air feel heavier.

Zayne’s fingers brush over the fabric with deliberate slowness, his palms lingering against the soft satin at your hips. “Feels even better than I imagined,” he murmurs, his lips quirking into a heated smirk. “But I think it’d feel better on the floor.”

If you tease him, letting a strap fall off your shoulder or adjusting the lace just so—Zayne’s control begins to crack. His hands are on you instantly, his voice dropping to a growl. “You like testing me, don’t you? Keep it up, and you’ll see what happens.”

RAFAYEL

Rafayel is drawn to soft, pastel shade like gentle blues, lavender, and delicate purples. He prefers lingerie that’s sweet and soft, evoking a sense of innocence while still being sensual.

He gravitates towards cuter lingerie like bralette sets with flowing chiffon accents, babydolls with sheer overlays, or high-waisted lingerie shorts. He likes pieces that don’t reveal too much but are so alluring that he cannot keep his eyes off you.

Rafayel is obsessed with fine details such as silver waistbands that drape lightly like jewelry, chokers that gleam with tiny pearls, delicate chain straps on your bra, tiny dangling gemstones, or trims that sparkle subtly in the light.

Sheer robes, flowing fabrics, and fluttering hems draw his gaze as they cling to your skin over your lingerie like water waves. If you are wearing a lingerie, fresh out of the shower with your hair still wet, it is game over for this man.

Rafayel treats every moment with you in lingerie as sacred. He doesn’t rush; instead, he takes his time, savoring every detail like an artist admiring their finest work

Rafayel is the kind of person who doesn’t just buy off the shelf. He’ll have something specially commissioned for you, likely a set of lingerie that reflects your personality and his artistic sensibilities. His commission might even include small charms that are Lemuria inspired.

Rafayel, though loving, is bashful when it comes to gifting lingerie. He would likely have the lingerie sent to you without a grand reveal, perhaps bundled with other gifts like chocolates, perfume, scarves that might distract from his true intentions. His note will be brief, almost casual: “Some pieces I thought you'd appreciate, seeing as you're always so fashionable.”

His Reaction:

The first time you step out wearing one of his custom sets, a soft lavender bralette with delicate gold chain accents and a matching choker—Rafayel freezes. Rafayel can’t stop staring, though he tries to look away, his hand rising to cover his mouth as his blush deepens. “I-I didn’t think it would suit you this perfectly…” he stammers, his gaze flicking back to you despite himself.

“I… I didn’t mean for it to be so… um… revealing,” he stammers, eyes lingering on the intricate lace and the subtle gleam of the small jewels. “But… you look… divine.” When Rafayel touches the fabric, his fingers tremble against your skin. He’s so gentle, almost reverently so, as though touching you in this way is an act of worship.

"It’s like you’re wearing my art… and I can’t stop admiring it." His gaze will flicker between your face and the lingerie, doing his best to hold himself together. “Why are you doing this to me?” he’ll murmur with desire. “I just want to keep you here... like this... for as long as possible.” he whispers, voice barely audible, as though if he spoke louder, he might break the spell.

SYLUS

Sylus gravitates toward bold, classic colors like deep blacks, rich reds, and occasionally luxurious whites, midnight blues or dark emerald greens. These colors resonate with him. He appreciates the elegance of these shades, as they exude sophistication and bold sensuality.

He’s a silk and satin man through and through. These fabrics are smooth, luxurious, and irresistible to his touch. He loves how they glide over your skin and how they feel beneath his fingertips.

He loves classic, timeless lingerie: lacy bras with garter belts, high-cut panties that highlight your legs, and elegant teddies that hug every curve. Think luxury brands and couture pieces that scream sensuality.

Occasionally, Sylus surprises you with bolder, risqué styles: Cage-style bras with open backs, strappy bodysuits that playfully expose just enough skin, lingerie with sheer panels, leaving little to the imagination.

He doesn’t tear or rush; instead, he carefully folds each piece, placing it aside after everything is said and done. “I’ll want to see this on you again.” he explains with a sly smirk

Sylus doesn’t stop at gifting you a single set. Every outfit in your closet has a matching pair of lingerie. You’ll find lingerie for every occasion. Sylus alwayssurprise you with a box containing lingerie hidden among other extravagant gifts—fine jewelry, luxurious robes, or even a custom-made vanity to store your collection: “Maybe my luck is not be so bad if I am the only man who gets to see you in these, sweetie.”

For Sylus, lingerie isn’t just for the bedroom. He loves seeing you lounge in one of his tailored sets, reclining on his sofa as you read or listen to music together. Sylus is content to let his hands roam over the satin, enjoying the feel of it warmed by your skin. “Stay like this,” he’ll say softly, his voice a mix of command and yearning. “I want to keep you close.”

True to his nature, Sylus has a habit of keeping little trophies. He has a drawer in one of his private residences dedicated to these keepsakes  as a reminder of your shared moments. If you ever catch him in the act of placing something there, he’ll simply shrug with a sly grin. “Can you blame me? I keep what’s mine.”

His Reaction:

When you step into the room wearing something he’s chosen for you, Sylus’ composed exterior falters, just slightly. His gaze darkens, and his lips curl into a small, satisfied smirk. He’ll take a slow step toward you, one hand tucked casually in his pocket, the other reaching out to trail a finger down the silk, letting it rest against your hip.

Without hesitation, he’ll scoop you into his arms, carrying you effortlessly to where he wants you—be it the bedroom, his grand leather chair in the study, or even the chaise lounge in front of the fireplace. “I’m not letting you out of my sight when you like this.”

Sylus never tears your lingerie—he unwraps you like the most precious gift, his hands moving with reverent care. “You deserve to be savored, not rushed.” he whispers, his gaze locked on you. He’ll seat you on his lap or lay you down, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate movements along the fabric. The lingerie is not just for his pleasure, it is for yours as well.  

AN: reblogs, feedback and opinions are appreciated!

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[realprissygirl]

❥ — maramaxxing:

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ becoming prissier and sexier 🥂👛🐈‍⬛˖ ࣪

❤︎ ྀི˖𓍢 my personal pinkprint to aligning with my princess agenda—style, mindset, and routines to embody my future self. as I pivot in life, this will be one of my final blog posts like this. i’m transitioning it off blogging and will now document everything in my video diary… 𐙚

🎀 self prioritization, boundaries, and independence - i come before anyone else. i have no children and my only commitment is to make myself happy.

🍨 shadow work - to reveal what has made me how i am (strengths, traumas, interests, fears), i’ve done so much reflecting on my triggers and responses to specific stimuli. it feels good to know that i’m getting to know myself. that says growth to me.

🎀 studying my birth chart - finding out hope my placements, and which houses they’re in has really made my day to day interactions and experiences very insightful and fun to dissect.

🎀 so fab so glam lately - my vibe lately has been just g-l-a-m, glamorous. just oozing sex appeal and hyper femininity with a sophisticated twist. i can’t wait to document this on youtube.

🍨 bougie and sexy - black and satin have been a common theme for me. my aesthetic is naturally going in a very sultry direction along with animal prints, lace and diamanté detailing.

🎀 body mods - back dermal piercings, more ear piercings and super pretty tattoos, nothing too much just small and pretty embellishmentz!

🍨 fab color palette - brown, cream, soft pink, metallic accents (champagne gold, white gold), and leopard print. my everything.

🎀 gold n pink jewelry - this combo is so pretty on everything else so why wouldn’t be just as pretty on my personal adornments? ordered three gold and pink belly rings and i can’t want to mix the metals once my piercings heal.

🍨keeping a physical lookbook in my fashion diary - this year i’m not holding back. the looks are coming. the photos are coming. i want to document my fav looks, accessories, and details in real time. almost like personal portfolio.

🎀 sexy and grownifying my closet - investing in a luxurious, cohesive closet that says grown. gonna be using high heels and casual glamour to achieve this. the fabrics and cuts are extremely crucial too.

🍨 staple designer bags - if you know me you know i love designer purses. especially if they’re neutral colored and essential. i definitely plan on expanding my repertoire of bags.

🎀 customizing my wardrobe - i’m getting a sewing machine and i’m learning how to hotfix rhinestones to personalize and bedazzle anything i want to. i’m so so excited!

🍨 making my own jewelry - i’m so excited to talk about this! i’m making a kit of chains and threads along with beads and charms all in my color palette and i’m going to start popping out with so much custom made shit! body chains, waist beads, charm bracelets, just so exclusive + #prissy.

🎀 new makeup styles - been loving smoky eyes and black waterlines, overlining with a muted brown, lash clusters, rhinestones, and more sultry details.

🍨 interior lingerie - the goal is to have a boudoir that is just a sexy and alluring as my lingerie closet! sweet n sexy kitten! ❤︎︎

🎀 currently healing my gut - psyllium husk supplements, fiber, kombucha/prebiotic soda, chia seeds and an adequate amount of water have all become a part of my routine over the last month or so and i definitely feel different.

🍨 #prettiedup - bleach my hair, signature makeup routines, regular nail appointments (found a tech that i can rely on 🎀), korean skincare + african black soap, and anything else to boost my beauty.

🎀 got a personal trainer to maintain my “skinny bbl” look - i’m a tall girl with long legs and that with a tiny waist and round butt is so my look. currently training for it and i’m pretty happy so far. at this rate, by the end of march i’ll be at my goals.

🍨 building my vitamin and supplement routine - collagen, probiotics + prebiotics, maca, berberine, + some hum essentials.

🎀 my love of teas - cannot live without tea. it’s my favorite form of caffeine. and herbal teas always help me feel as if i’ve boosted my health. my favorite teas right now are green tea, matcha, and double spice chai. also love black, spearmint, and raspberry teas.

🍨 weekly digital detox - one day a week i go out of my way to avoid my phone. i simply rely on other things for entertainment, radio for music and try to interact with those around me.

🎀 hair extension wardrobe - tape ins in natural black and honey blonde, vixen sew ins with 30” bundles (i’m a tall girl so long hair to me is at least 26”)

🍨 cycle syncing - i’ve changed the way i eat depending on where i am in my menstrual cycle. i find my gut responds to the things i eat better. even with the time of day, being intentional with the way i live my life is so important to me now.

🎀 new personalized diet - high protein and low artificial sugar is pretty much what i’ve been following. what i typically eat in a day is berries, rice, oranges, lots of water, almond and peanut butter, etc. my fav sources of protein are grilled chicken, sushi, steak, salmon and eggs. of course i still like sweets they’re for sure few and far between.

🎀 trust in my intuition - it’s taken a while but i’m finally learning to trust myself. if my body is telling me to do something i do it, i don’t try to force what isn’t there, and i respect my mind by honoring the discerning abilities i was blessed with.

🍨 gratitude and thought reframing - so many things in my life changed for the better when i learned to flip my thoughts. in a glass half full fashion. it’s literally the law of assumption. i’m forever grateful for everyone and everything i have. and miss universe has only blessed me with more because i’m now so much more receptive.

🎀 no bull shit + not easily impressed - i literally have the shortest tolerance. i expect a certain standard of behavior from those that wish to be in my presence and this is because i give a certain level of care, consideration, authenticity and respect.

🍨 manifestation journal - my literal best friend. everything i write in my LOA journal comes true. i’m not exaggerating. i read it in the morning and tend to write in it before bed. i keep it right next to my bed along with some stickers and gel pens.

🎀 semipermanent beauty treatments - making appointments for lash lifts and brow microblading as we speak. also super interested in finding a great medspa in my area.

🍨 youtube #vloggingbabe🎀 - i finally made my long awaited comeback and i’ll actually be recording some of the things in this post on video. i love recording and editing. it feels like the best form of self expression to me right now! subscribe!

🎀 glam squad (esthetics, hair, nails) - i’m so anal about things being seamless and easy to remember. i like to go the same place for particular services and i’m determined to find a reliable hairstylist and esthetician that i can stay loyal to (i already have a bomb ass nail tech)

[unintentionalseductress]

It's The Thought That Counts

My fic to @who-mentioned-rhys-larsen for my Secret Santa collab! Hope the smut was freaky enough for you pookie! Warnings: MDNI, sex, lingerie kink, toys, bondage, minor bdsm elements, bit of cum play, very little plot Summary: When you receive an unexpected present from Xavier, you realize his intentions are anything but holy. Word Count: 3425

Warm lights fill your small living room as you settle cozily next to Xavier on the carpet near the tree. Both of you were still in your warm holiday pajamas, yours a festive red and green with reindeer all over it, and his blue and white covered with snowflakes. Colorful wrapping paper was strewn all over the floor as Xavier put aside his most recently opened gift- a book of poetry you’d seen him eyeing a few weeks ago. Xavier takes the last remaining box from under the tree.

“The final present. I hope you like it.” Xavier’s tone is light but carries a hint of mischief and there’s a gleam in his ocean-blue eyes as he hands it to you. Curiously, you accept the box neatly wrapped in gold paper with a bow on top. You rip apart the tape and wrappings before opening the lid and your eyes widen in surprise as you see what’s inside.

You feel your cheeks reddening as you look at your presents. The first thing that caught your eye was a lacy, lingerie set in a silky cream color. It was folded at the bottom and as you observed the other contents lying on top of it, you squeaked and put the box down to cover your face.

“Something wrong?” Xavier’s voice is calm but has a teasing lilt to it.

“Xavier these presents…Why would you get me something like this?” You refuse to let him see your face even as you feel his large hand wrap around your wrist and tug. A playful chuckle leaves his lips and giving up on your wrist, he reassuringly pats your head.

“Why not? Weren’t we talking the other day about how we wanted to try new things in the bedroom? I just picked up a few things you had mentioned. But the lingerie set is entirely for my own pleasure. I thought you’d look beautiful in it.”

You finally take your hands away but can’t quite look into his eyes. Xavier catches your chin in his fingers and lifts your face to his. “Hey. You don’t have to be so embarrassed.” He pulls you closer and you rest your cheek on his shoulder, trying not to feel so flustered.

“There’s no pressure to use them. I thought I’d just buy them so that we had them on hand in case we were feeling adventurous sometime.” He nuzzles into your hair and you feel warmth gathering in your chest at the soft contact. Wrapping your arms around Xavier’s neck you lean back to look at him in the eyes.

“No making fun of me ok?” You ask him with large eyes and he smiles, nodding. 

“Now…what are these other things?” You gather courage and look back into the box. You pick up a pair of small clamps which had beads attached to the bottoms. 

“Nipple clamps.” Xavier moves closer to you and his hot breath tickles your ear. “Remember how that night you said you love having your nipples played with and you thought you’d like the extra stimulation?

His voice is husky and you feel a liquidy pull in the pit of your stomach at his words, little skitters of electricity running along your spine. Wetting your lips, you try to talk. “Uh, yeah. I remember. So these…?”

“The shopkeeper said they were beginner-friendly. A slight little pinch to heighten your senses.” Xavier’s thumbs subtly brush against the sides of your breasts and you feel the atmosphere in the room change, almost becoming steamy. Swallowing, you set the clamps aside and pick up another item, a silk pouch.

“Ah yes. This.” Xavier takes the pouch from you and the touch of his fingers on yours felt like little fires were erupting under your skin. He opens the drawstring and pulls out the items, which look like bits of satin.

“Restraints. For your ankles and wrists.” Xavier demonstrates by loosely looping one of the satin restraints over your hand and your heart skips a beat. “The shopkeeper suggested handcuffs at first but I thought these would be a little softer on your skin.” Xavier presses a kiss to your palm, the soft gesture setting off a firecracker of excitement in the pit of your stomach. He carefully puts the restraints back into the pouch and waits for you to pull out the last toy. 

Your hand trembles slightly as you pull out the last one, which is a strange U shape. One end had a small opening in the thick, cushy head while the other was shaped like a bullet vibrator. You run a finger over the soft silicone, then glance up at Xavier.

“And this…a novelty item the shopkeeper recommended.” Xavier runs a finger down the U-curve. “It can be used for both internal and external pleasure. This part-” Xavier taps the bullet-shaped end, “-Is meant to be inserted into your pussy. It vibrates and will keep your G-spot nice and stimulated.” His fingers trace back to the slimmer end with the opening. “And this comes over your clit.” His voice has become a sultry whisper as he explains, his eyes becoming darker with each word. “It has this delightful suction and it feels almost like a real mouth.”

Xavier is so close to you that you could have sworn he could hear the way your heart was beating rapidly like a caged bird. “Imagine this. You come out wearing that lingerie. I’ll take my sweet time removing it. Then we put those nipple clamps on. I think the pull would feel amazing on your sweet little peaks. Then I lay you down on the bed and tie you up with those satin ropes. And all the while you’re panting and moaning for me like a good girl, I’ll insert this vibrator into your cunt. How loudly do you think you’ll cry out when you orgasm?”

You find yourself tongue-tied and unable to push out the picture he’s painted in your brain. The idea of being so vulnerable to his eyes, of being under his control as he pushed you towards orgasm has your core clenching, and your clit was already throbbing uncomfortably from his descriptions. 

“Well?” Xavier prompts. “Do you want to put it on for me?” The intimate tone of his voice has you relenting and despite your reservations, you nod shyly. Xavier’s eyes light up and he looks approvingly at you. “Go on.” He jerks his chin at the lingerie. “I’ll wait for you in the bedroom.”

Your legs tremble as you get up, take the silky lingerie from the box, and scamper into the bathroom. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you started to undress. Turning, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror, seeing your perked nipples under the light before you pick up the delicate bra and start to hook it on. It contrasted beautifully against your skin, the lace flirting at the swell of your breasts, and the material pushing your bosom up like it was offering to be inspected. Next, you drag on the little lace boy shorts, the silky feeling of them as they glide up your legs almost erotic. Once on, you turn, blushing when you see that they barely covered your round ass. You sit on the edge of the bathtub as you pull on the matching thigh-high stockings which have bows at the top, and do a spin in the mirror.

You did look good, there was no denying that, but you also had never worn anything this luxuriously racy in your life before. Your flush has spread to your body, staining your skin like a delicate blossom waiting for spring. Taking a deep breath, you step out and pad towards the bedroom, noting the box containing the toys was gone; probably Xavier had taken it with him. You peek into the bedroom and feel a skitter of electricity pass through you as you see Xavier has changed into a silky bathrobe that was loosely tied and left most of his chest on display. He had laid out the toys on the nightstand and he catches sight of you as he turns to put the box away. A soft smile graces his lips as he sees you.

“Well hello there,” he says in a sweet voice. “Won’t you come in?” On wobbly legs, you force yourself to move, stopping in front of him, your eyes cast downward. Xavier catches your chin and lifts your face to his. Those blue eyes bore into yours, but there’s gentleness in them as he admires you. 

“I knew you’d look stunning in this.” He sits down on the edge of the bed. “Turn around for me.” Self-consciously, you spin slowly, feeling how much of your skin is on display. Xavier’s gaze was sending currents of heat shooting through you and you can hear his quiet breath through the silence. When your back is turned, he softly commands, “Stop.” 

You freeze, and wait, your feet digging into the carpet. “Bend over.” His voice cuts through the silence. Feeling your face burn, you lean over, feeling the shorts ride up higher into your crotch showing off more of your cheeks. The sensation of the fabric pushing against your pussy makes it throb, reminding you about the unspoken tension that had been building inside you from the moment you had donned the lingerie. 

You take a sharp breath as you feel Xavier’s hand cup your ass, giving it a squeeze, his fingers patting under the roll of flesh to make it jiggle. Satisfied with his groping, he chuckles softly. “Good girl. Now face me.” You straighten, then finish the turn and finally face him, your hands fiddling nervously with each other. Seeing this, Xavier tsks and pulls on your arm. You take a few shaky steps towards him and he comfortingly settles you on his lap, his hands running up and down your back. “Are you all right? Comfortable?” You nod, then whisper in his ear, “Yeah. I’m just a little unused to this.”

He hums in understanding, then helps you lay down on the bed before lying down next to you. He runs a finger across your cheek, down to your jaw, then your neck and collarbone before tracing the swell of your breast under the lace. The sensation tickled and you squirmed slightly under him. “That’s it, get comfortable with my touch,” Xavier murmurs, leaning in to kiss the column of your neck, his tongue laving the soft skin before he starts to leave a trail of wet kisses. The hand that was stroking your cleavage drops lower to cup your breast, giving an enticing squeeze that draws a breathy sigh from you. 

“Yes…just relax.” He dips a fingertip under the lace to flirt with the heated skin there and suddenly, you almost feel irritable, like the cool silk on your skin was too much of a barrier. Removing the invading digit, Xaver observes the way your nipples have hardened, the outlines clearly visible through the fabric and he brushes his thumbs against them. The sensation sends a line of lust straight into your core and you moan quietly at the action. 

A chuckle leaves Xavier’s lips and his hands wander to your back, snapping open the catch of your bra, revealing your prettily perked nipples to his eyes. Your chest rises and falls as you try to control your breathing but Xavier’s light touches and teasing looks are forcing you to remember the description he had told you earlier about how he was planning on this to go.  A noise of pleasure falls from your lips and Xavier pulls a nipple into his mouth, suckling and wetting it with his tongue and lips, alternating the suction and pressure as he tweaks its twin between his fingers. 

He hadn’t been wrong about the nipple play; you enjoyed it immensely, and currents of heat kept rising in your belly, radiating outward and making your body a pliant tangle of desire. As he switches to the other nipple, gracing it with his mouth, the persistent throbbing between your legs intensifies and all your brain can focus on is how you could relieve it. You needed friction so badly, and nothing was within reach. Whimpers escape your lips, your body trembling hotly under his mouth. With a wet pop, Xavier unlatches from your breast and admires the moistened peaks. 

“Ready to try out those clamps?” He helps you sit up and rests you against the headboard and gives both nipples a teasing twist that causes you to gasp before he picks up the beaded nipple clamps from the nightstand. You watch in fascination as Xavier gathers saliva on his tongue and spreads it over one of your peaks before sliding the stopper on the clamp loose. The cold metal slides onto the sides of your nipple and he slowly drags the stopper to close, letting it pinch your skin just enough that it brings a pleasant ache into the bud. He repeats this with the other one and the delicate pull makes you even needier than you already were. The little beads add weight and gravity pulls them downwards. They made you feel naughty like you were working in a burlesque. 

“How do they feel? Are they too tight?” Xavier tugs very lightly on one of the clamps and you yelp, not from pain but from the unexpected jolt of pleasure that courses through you. You shake your head no. “They feel good.”

“Ok good.” Xavier flicks the clamps almost imperceptibly, making them swing, enjoying how your face contorted each time. The sight of your trapped nipples had made him unbearably hard. It was taking all his willpower not to strip off your underwear and fuck you senseless at this very moment. Swallowing, he steels himself for what he wants to do next. He parts your legs by the knees, eyes becoming feral at the sight of the patch of wetness that has coated the gusset of the cream-colored boy shorts. 

Hooking his finger into the waistband, he drags the little strip of fabric off your legs, baring your sex to his eager eyes. The lips were puffy from arousal, and he could see a fine sheen of glistening moisture on the very edges of your labia. Xavier presses kisses to your inner thighs, stroking your calves and the arches of your feet. You writhe at each searing touch, the clamps jerking with each movement and bringing a delicious feeling of pain and pleasure each time. 

Your clit was swollen and begging for attention and all you wanted was for Xavier to put his mouth on you and lick you till you screamed his name in ecstasy. Almost as if he’d sensed this, he gives you a wicked grin from between your legs. “Not yet my little star. There’s still so much I want to do to you.” Leaning over you he reaches for the velvet pouch containing the restraints. 

He drags the smooth velvet over your belly teasingly, watching the skin quiver under the action, then down your legs, hovering over your inner thighs. The tickling sensation breaks your stillness and you gasp, toes curling in response as he creeps downwards. He delicately lifts your foot, creating a loop with the fabric, and securing it to the bedpost. He repeats the action on your other foot and your wrists until you're lying spreadeagled on the bed, your legs completely open to his mercy. 

The clamps shift as he finishes tying you, now splayed in opposite directions, pulling on your nipples and creating a new wave of need shooting through your body. You whimper at the utterly helpless position he’s left you in as he strokes your mound and then spreads apart your lips to reveal the swollen little bud at the top of your folds.

“Perfect. All sweet and ripe for the taking.” Without warning he licks a line through your folds and you squeal, straining at your restraints which hold you firmly in place as he has his way with you. You moan, barely able to move your hips to your satisfaction as Xavier sucks your clit into his mouth, wet little noises escaping the seal of his lips as he feasts. The air fills with your cries and just as you feel a particularly delicious spasm ripple through you, Xavier withdraws, leaving you panting and trying to bring him back to you wildly. You felt bereft, the absence almost unbearable. 

You turn your head to look at Xavier, confusion in your eyes, which then widen as you see him reach for the U-shaped toy. He strokes your cheek and gives you a quick, sensual, kiss on the lips. His long fingers probe at your entrance, testing your wetness before slipping a digit inside to ensure you’re prepared for what's to come. There’s no resistance, and he’s pleased to find only slick heat enveloping his finger. Confident now, he positions himself between your legs and begins to insert the toy. 

A primal noise of need escapes your lips as you feel the toy inside you, then with a little maneuvering, you feel the other curved end slide over your puffy clit, fitting inside the opening you had observed. You wait with bated breath, then gasp as Xavier turns it on. The toy buzzes to life inside you, drawing a low moan from you as you feel a mild suction on your clit. Experimentally, Xavier pushes the rubber button on the vibrator until it kicks up a few levels and your voice keens as the internal and external stimulation hits a point of perfection. 

“Is that enough?” Xavier’s voice cuts through the haze of sexual need in your brain as he watches your face. You manage a nod, your mouth hanging open as you try to breathe through the amazing sensations that are spreading through your body. Your eyes closed in ecstasy, feeling overwhelmed by what was happening. The combination of the pressure on your clit and nipples, plus the feeling of losing control, of being held down like prey while Xavier watched you come undone was unbearably arousing. 

Your eyes crack open, and your heart nearly stops as you see he’s removed his clothes, and stroking himself while watching you. You moan at the sight of his cock, your mouth watering.

“Do you want a taste?” He asks teasingly, and you nod, feeling like you need something in your mouth to ground you. He moves closer and gently lifts your head so that you can take him into your mouth. He hisses as your lips close around him, the soft wetness feeling exquisite on his heated flesh. You suck him for comfort, trying to focus on your orgasm. Xavier takes deep calming breaths, not using you, but seemingly content to watch you struggle in the throes of passion. He feels you back up suddenly, a muffled cry emanating from within, and realizes you’re on the edge. He pulls out of your mouth just in time for an animalistic noise of satisfaction to shudder free, watching you greedily as your whole body shakes as the orgasm grips you.

You writhe on the bed as gratifying pleasure fills you, radiating from your core and causing your clit and hole to spasm delightfully as it happens. Xavier watches and quickly pumps himself, the thought of how those spasms in your pussy might feel on his cock. As your moans die down he moves, still stroking himself, and gets the toy out of your pussy. He groans as he kneels between your legs.

“Where do you want it?” he asks in a breathless whisper, and your eyes meet his in a hazy glance. 

“On my clit…please…” you say in a breathy voice and that sends him hurdling over the edge. He lets out a gasp as his cock twitches in his hand, then aims it between your folds, watching his thick seed fall onto your swollen clit, messily cascading down onto the sheets. You hum in satisfaction as the warm liquid slides over you, then look up adoringly at Xavier.

“How do you feel?” he asks, holding his now spent erection. 

“It was amazing Xavier.” You admit dreamily, then giggle as he leans over you to remove the nipple clamps, feeling them tingle as the circulation returns. 

“Give me a minute, and I’ll put on the grand finale,” he says with enthusiasm, and you can’t help but grin at the promise. “Merry Christmas my little star.”

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[heartlilith]

WHAT THE VENUS SIGNS REMIND ME OF

🩷Oddly specific things I think about when I hear ______ venus

Aries Venus: Summer, rubies, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, rollercoasters, fast cars, the color red, vampire fangs, Saturday nights, liquor stores and gas stations, fireworks, sour candy, cool bic lighters, “you’re mine”, Mario Kart, boys who wear nail polish, fuck it energy, oversized sweatshirts, middle finger emoji, cherries

Taurus Venus: Satin pillowcases, white candles, pearls, mirrors, hand holding, walking someone home at night, vinyls, red lipstick, full lips, fancy dinner dates, the wine and dine, old romantic movies, wallets and purses, hotels, French manicures, old money, “I won’t get on my knees for no man”

Gemini Venus: Driving around at night listening to music, reading to someone, comedy shows, mimosas, Samantha from Sex and the City, libraries, nerd kink, hot teachers/student kink, emerald green, laughter, swing sets, looking out of the window and just watching, untied shoelaces, dogs and puppies, dad jokes

Cancer Venus: Soft feather pillows, a bowl of warm soup, a bubble bath, tears and running mascara, babies and how babies laugh, poetry, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be”, hot tubs, hot coffee, teddy bears, heartbeats, soft hands & skin, lotion, bagels and cream cheese, doodling in your journal

Leo Venus: Lip gloss, mojitos, getting drunk at brunch, diamond tennis bracelets, drunk texts you regret sending later, the block button, lonely nights, shooting stars, blowing bubbles, piggy back rides, art museums, glittery eyeshadow, jumparoos, birthday parties

Virgo Venus: Taking a shower, Dove soap, smooth skin, symmetry, butterflies, the smell of books, getting a facial or going to the spa, chicken caesar salads, the good tasting water, chunky headphones, acoustic guitar, running errands, getting your eyebrows done, neat handwriting, neutral colors, sushi

Libra Venus: Blush, dimples, Y2K fashion, Hello Kitty, makeup skills, those little hand mirrors, princes and princesses, cupcakes, pedicures, Margaritas, taking pictures, art, castles, Disney movies, daisies, spin the bottle, cartwheels, soft hair, bubblegum, skincare, watermelon and pineapple

Scorpio Venus: Psychology, neck tattoos, “until death do us part”, Kings & Queens, snakes, sacred sex, chess, secrets, hickeys, the feeling after you stay up all night, the feeling of being at a concert, roses, knives, tequila shots, legs intertwined, dirty martinis, sparklers, Avril Lavigne, fantasy books, true crime and dark history

Sagittarius Venus: Clouds, rock climbing, rappers, Hip Hop and R&B, going on vacation, açaí bowls and fresh fruit, sun kissed/radiant skin, the color yellow, retreats, history, yoga and Pilates, spicy food, “it is what it is”, curly hair, the smell of weed, casinos, the last day of school, Las Vegas

Capricorn Venus: Leather, red wine, the cow pattern, cowgirl boots, the color brown, espresso, dark chocolate, briefcase of money like in the movies, the movie Scarface, whiskey on the rocks, bosses, owls, turtle necks, caramel, wearing suits, lingerie, business, New York City

Aquarius Venus: Lightbulbs, telescopes and microscopes, LED lights, hamsters, college parties, glitter, peace signs, 70s concerts, food trucks, skipping school, “fuck it”, diving in the pool, the beach at night, disco balls, getting detentions in school

Pisces Venus: Mermaids, kittens, cartoons and Disney princesses, champagne, Webkinz, little kid stories like Goldilocks, 3 Little Pigs, Hansel and Gretel, clear glittery lip gloss, holographic, snowmen and icicles, swimming in the pool, flower gardens, glow sticks , picnics, bumblebees, sand castles, elementary art class, 3D movies

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[blackynsupremacy]

CRAVING

pairing: nicholas a. chavez x black!fem!reader

summary: only two weeks after your honeymoon, the craving for your new husband drives him to distraction at work. when he comes home, he teaches you a lesson on how to be more patient.

contains: based on this request, 18+ content minors dni, smut, swearing, l bombs, fluff near the end, mention of sexting/sending nudes, mention of masturbation, dom!nicholas, sub!reader, begging, spanking, edging, sir kink, cum play, nipple/titty play, unprotected sex, rough then romantic sex, degradation and praise kink, mention of a safe word, nicholas and reader are newlyweds, swearing, masturbation (f!), overstimulation, use of a vibrator, oral (f/m giving and receiving), squirting, cream pie, aftercare, implications of round two.

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“you think you’re so clever, aren’t you, mrs. chavez?”

your husband, nicholas, slyly inquired as he leaned against the doorway of your master bedroom. you paused what you were doing as he had just caught you pleasuring yourself with the pink vibrator that he detests with his entire being. you’re married to him, what the fuck do you need that for? he loves how much you yearn for his presence and his touch, yet you’re so damn impatient. what he can’t stand even more is that you decided to tease him while he was away on his set for a new project. you both knew that crashing down from the high of your honeymoon to the reality of daily life and careers would affect you, but damn— nicholas knew he was fucked up when he saw the photo of you posing on the bed in that sultry, midnight blue satin lingerie set while sporting a chained necklace of his while he took a brief break while on set. he knew he was fucked up when they came in an album of you in various ways. whether you were teasing yourself within the thong, groping the plush melanated skin of your breasts, or worse—letting your fingers dig deep down south before sucking them off like no tomorrow. nicholas couldn’t count on his fingers the amount of times the director had to call cut due to fumbling over lines as his head was clouded with such explicit visions of you. with each call to cut, his frustration towards you grew. eventually, nicholas finally got his shit together by articulating his lines without a hiccup and filming for the day had successfully wrapped, but being the perfectionist that he is, nicholas was fuming as he sped to your home. the tan skin of his knuckles glowed with ivory as his large hand deathly gripped on the steering wheel, he huffed out a breath to slightly settle himself because you already caused him trouble at work—the last thing he needed was trouble with the law. after he pulled into the driveway to enter your home, he immediately followed the sound of his name echoing through the silence of the house which now brings him to the point of catching you red-handed.

“nicholas!” you feigned a gasp and froze in your position, the toy still buzzing against your bundle of nerves. you bite down on your lip to withhold a mosn from both the sensation and your husband’s pissed, yet lecherous gaze upon you. with a nervous chuckle, you attempt to innocently play off as if this wasn’t your diabolical plan to begin with,

“h-how was work today, baby?” you question, the pitch of your voice raised as it was breathier now. you observe as he deliberately saunters closer to the bed to where he’s standing in the center of your propped, spread legs. the usually soft brown gaze of his now shifted to an intense black as he peered at the sight of that damned pink contraption still giving you half-assed ecstasy. with a scoff, a wicked chuckle vibrated from the depth of his chest. nicholas slowly shook his head.

“after everything that you’ve done, that’s all you gotta fucking say?” he quizzes with a tilt of his head, his brow raised to see how long you could keep up this facade.

“nicholas, i—”

“i’m sorry, baby, but i don’t know who the fuck you’re referring to—you see, nicholas indulges his time with women who’re patient, but sir, does not. do you understand that?”

you only respond with a nod because you could feel your first orgasm slowly approaching. he could tell also from the way your open legs slightly twitch, as well as the rise of your bucking hips from the bed. nicholas places his hands on either side of your hips, making sure to keep distance as he leans forward over your body.

“oh, no, sweetheart. y’know that mute shit doesn’t fly when you’re on punishment. tell me that you understand. right. fucking. now.” he whispered, his lips kept in a tight straight line as his eyes searched your face. by the look in your own eyes, you were practically begging him to snatch the vibrator away and scratch the itch that’s been bugging you since you’ve returned from your trip. you needed him, but due to your impatience, you might not get what you need by your way. you were in trouble and it only increased your craving for him to properly handle you like a man should.

“y-yes, sir. i—i understand.” he smirks as you actually manage to comply. in these situations, you’d be a brat, but as your husband, his heart raced as he could see that your desire for him was higher—more urgent, now that you both vowed to love and hold each other forever.

he peered down at your dripping sex briefly before shifting back to your angelic, glowing face,

“you’re bout to cum soon, yeah?” he softly questioned, chuckling as soon as a whimper left from your full lips.

“y-yes— yes, sir. wanna cum so bad, please.”

nicholas tilts his head, sucking his teeth.

“i get it, but with this.” he referred to the vibrator, “ah, no, baby, i think you got something twisted.” the next thing you knew, he slapped the toy from your hand and soon as the light thud hit the hardwood, two of his skilled fingers easily slid inside of you. you bawl out a whine once his thumb takes the devices place on your clit. this was all you ever wanted, his touch. nicholas’ length grew hard at the fact of how easy it was to gain access. with each motion of his fingers against the velvety cushion of your clenching walls, your arousal was getting out of control. it was like his fingers were on a fucking slip n’ slide. there it was again, that ball of heat forming within your abdomen,

“s-sir! m’gonna cum. only you can do it f’me! just—please, let me cum!” you thrash your hips against the rhythm of his fingers, you feel your entire body cave in when you look to see that gorgeous smile of his flash before you. maybe he was going to let you off the hook this time, right?

wrong.

just as easily as they went in, his fingers slipped out of you and his thumb ceased its sweet caress, leaving you to hang. this was only just the beginning of your punishment now. the luminous glistening skin of nicholas’ fingers were instantly clean by his tongue, he hummed at the addictive taste of your nectar, a taste he could never tire out of.

“as much i love to hear you beg, i don’t think you deserve to cum right now.” nicholas paused briefly as he began to unbutton the pristine white shirt he wore, effortlessly sliding the garment off of his bulging shoulders and biceps to reveal the sculpted body he’s been working so hard on for years. hell, he’s still working— no matter how many times you’ve seen him in his true form, it was like he was getting thicker.

fuck, you were so lucky to be married to such a fine specimen and him being good looking was just the bonus.

“i love you, y’know that? and as your husband, i want to take care of you because that’s what i vowed in front of our families—i intend to keep my word while i’m out living my dream and booking projects, but y’know what really fucks it up f’me?” he questions, unbuckling his belt to unzip his pants and free himself only to his black ck boxers you gifted him a while back. you were tuned in to listen, but of course you were distracted by his well endowed arousal staring back at you. he grabs your attention by softly grasping your jaw, forcing eye contact.

“my eyes are up here, baby, you already know how i feel about you, so don’t act so surprised.” it’s amazing that nicholas could be cross with you, but manage to still make you feel adored—as if you were his only one.

“it fucks me up how i’m out here working my ass off to support you, my wife—and then you tease me with that body of yours, knowing you’re my weakness.” he chuckled before continuing, “i looked so damn stupid messing up my lines because you’re all i could think about—” he sat upright on the bed, “get over here, now.” giving a once over to his lap. you shakily sit up to crawl over on his lap, laying on your stomach with your ass angled up for him perfectly.

“atta girl.” nicholas affirmed your compliance, rewarding the side of your ass with a smack of his hand, you yelp.

“sir, i’m s-sorry, i was just—” you cut off by another smack to your skin,

“i don’t want excuses, doll, i want accountability. now—i’m gonna show you how much you really affected me. you’re gonna count the times you made me mess up on set. if you can be a good girl, i’ll forgive you and give you what we both deserve, that good with you?” he softly caresses your skin, setting the expectation before you respond,

“yes, sir.”

“if you don’t, you don’t get to cum, but if it’s too much, you remember our safe word, yeah?” he peered down at you, using his fingers to guide your eyes to meet his sincere gaze. you reply with the words said previously, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. it was short, but full of fire and reassurance.

“good, y’know i’d never want to hurt you.”

there he goes again, his duality between a sexually charged dominant and doting husband were remarkable to you, you could never guess his next move.

“get ready to count, mrs. chavez.” he drew his hand back, returning to make quick contact against your skin.

“one!” you don’t hesitate to cry out.

another smack makes it debut,

“t-two!”

he adds a little more force with another,

“three!”

nicholas repeats,

“f-five!”

uh oh. you skipped a number, you were so damn drunk into the sensation, you fucked up. you pussy tingles when you hear him darkly chuckle.

“you’re pathetic, but you were so close. it was actually five times, but i guess you really wanted to get punished, did you, mrs. chavez?” you were speechless, the lingering sting from his palm remained on your skin.

“sir i—” you try to defend yourself, but now you’re past the point of no return when he commands you to get on your knees. despite the slight ache, you follow through, your head right in between the thickness of his thighs. the impressive tent beneath the onyx fabric of his boxers stared at you, putting you in a state of hypnosis. your thighs clenched, salivating at the mere thought of his taste. you were sure to get in his good graces again because you knew exactly what to do with his precious gift,

“this is your only chance for me to forgive you after acting like such a slut—and you’re just gonna stare at it? i know you’re smarter than that, mrs. chavez.” nicholas leans back, his hips rising off the bed to swiftly remove the final piece of clothing from his body, revealing one of his greatest assets. he was thick and girthy from the base to vein ridden shaft. your mouth watered at the sight of the swollen, strawberry red tip that was already oozing out his seed. his voice broke out of your trance,

“go on—earn my forgiveness.”

he commanded with a whisper, attentively looking on as you started to stick out your tongue to prep your hand, but you paused, another delicious idea creeped into your mind. you bit your lip at nicholas’ baffled expression, your hand descending down your body, reaching to your slickness. you move your hand back and forth, rubbing circles around your clit to emit more juice without cumming on yourself. you wouldn’t dare. once your hand was coated with enough, it doesn’t take long for you to grip at the base of nicholas’ cock before you start to stroke fluidly. as soon as your thumb paints figure eights around the leaking tip, a deep grunt mixed with some profanity echoed throughout the room,

“what the fuck, you’re fucking incredible—my wife is such a nasty whore. keep going, baby, give it a taste.”

he bucks his hips with your hand, now craving more. with soft “yes, sir.”, you bring your tongue out to lick a stripe up on the underside, swirling it around the tip before hallowing your cheeks to take in as much as you can of his length. his taste mixed with yours drives you to move your head up and down in the perfect tempo, not so fast to end it all, but to let you both savor this moment. he deserved it, busting his ass to bring in a bag and take care of you, but here you were fucking it up for him behind the scenes because you couldn’t wait a few more hours. now, feeling super remorseful, you hum and guide him deeper within your throat. the vibration along with your skill causes nicholas to caress his large fingers through your scalp as he feels himself reaching closer to the edge,

“ah, mm. shit—you must be really sorry, huh? fuck, you’re doing so amazing. i bet you’ve been wanting to do this shit all day, you nasty little slut, c’mon, take it.” with a firmer grasp to your head, he practically fucks himself within your throat. he’s grateful that you’re able to take it so well because he’s never want to harm you for his pleasure. nicholas’ body convulses when the wave of ecstasy finally crashes over him, causing his seed to rain down into your mouth. he could bust out more as he observes you swallowing every single drop before popping him out of his mouth, but he just hoisted you up onto his lap to draw you into a fervent kiss. you’d both been longing for each other’s lips to touch since this morning. it was a kiss that resembled two lovers being apart from each other for years on end. with a grip to your neck, his tongue intrudes within your mouth. he took his time to swirl around it before wrapping his lips around to completely suck on your tongue, a moan emitting from your lips as he pulls away. your hand reached to caress along the soft skin of his jawline, you’re still in awe that he was your husband, a man that so much of the world wanted and fell for. you lay one last kiss on his lips before uttering,

“i’m so sorry, nicholas—i didn’t mean to get you into trouble, i promise to wait for you next time. i just—crave for you—” you giggle feeling his face heat up under you while peppering kisses on his skin, “so much.” you whisper into his ear, pecking the lobe before gazing back into his eyes, awaiting his forgiveness.

you knew he was back to the doting husband you exchanged vows with, he didn’t even correct you for calling out his name.

“all is forgiven, sweetheart. y’know, i always want to make sure you’re taken care of and thank you for being so understanding.” his gaze shifted from yours to the skimpy top you were still wearing, his finger slid up to to bring each spaghetti strap down on your shoulders.“y’know i’ll always give my wife what she deserves—take that off. i wanna see you.”

nicholas moves out of the way, so that you could stand before him to teasingly remove the last part of clothing that you had on.

“god, my wife is so fucking beautiful. like, it’s insane—lemme touch you, baby.” he comments resuming his casual position on the bed.

feeling bashful under his gaze, you thank your husband for the compliment before you step closer to him. once you’re in his reach, he pulls you down onto his lap and places your legs securely around his waist. nicholas leans in, his lips ghosting over yours before he finally closes the gap between you again. he spends quality time sharing his lips with yours before they descend to show affection on the skin of your neck, a hum erupts from his chest as his tongue swirls around the glowing melanated skin of your collarbone. you shudder in pleasure at his skill and you were lost in a trance as you watched him bury his angelic face within your chest. while his hand was groping one, his tongue would be teasing the point of your erected nipple then he would alternate. nicholas always made sure each of them got special treatment, but that was just the appetizer.

with such a gentle touch, nicholas turned you around, so that your spine was connected to the bed. his large body loomed over yours as he was still staring in awe at your body. everything within you heats up the longer his eyes lingered over every inch of you. a sigh escapes your lips as his travel from your chest and to your stomach. nicholas reaches your navel, just right above where you need him the most. his gaze holds yours as if asking if he can further. after receiving a silent yet eager nod of approval from you, your thighs were already perched on his shoulders as his head disappeared in the gap between your legs. you’re already a moaning mess when his tongue takes the liberty of claiming its territory along your clit. nicholas nodded and shook his head in different directions as his tongue continued to love on the sensitive bundle of nerves. the chocolate tresses of his hair are tousled by your fingers when he encloses his lips around the pleasure point, giving it a well deserved suckle.

“fuck, nick baby, that feels so good!” you exclaim, gripping his hair a bit tighter, your thighs hugging him in closer. this only motivated him to be more relentless, he moved his tongue rapidly along every part of you and gave a little something extra by having his thumb work on your clit. nicholas grinned in satisfaction at the sight of your legs trembling, your sounds getting higher and desperate. you were going to cum and that’s exactly what he needed.

“c’mon, sweetheart. give it all to me. let go.” your body convulses and falls under the spell of his soft coaxing voice as you let your love for him gush from within you. his tongue lapped you clean of every drop that spilled out of you.

“you did so good f’me, doll, but i know you want more.” nicholas wastes no time in scoring himself up closer, so were face to face. with the use of his hand, guides his cock to line up at your awaiting entrance before he fills you up completely until he completely bottoms out. you both sigh in relief as you both connect, he pulls out and makes his way back in before he starts to skillfully roll his hips into yours. his hands take a hold of your hips to give him leverage as he sits upright. at this new angle, nicholas accelerates his movements as he pulls your legs upon his shoulders and places a kiss towards the bone of your ankle.

“hah, fuck, i love you so much—mmph! take it, baby, take it.” you whimper, trying your best to return the phrase as his tip continued to strike at that sweet spot of your cervix,

“i—ah, love you more!” you arch your back, pressing your hips up closer to his once he hit the target inside of you. nicholas moved so fluidly, the squelching sound of your arousal made it easy for him to do so. nicholas loved the way you just fit around him, you were so warm, so tight, and so inviting. he craved to be closer to you than ever. taking his hands from your hips, he placed them on the small of your back to meet you right where he his. your chest bounce against his as his motions don’t stop when grinding his hips vertically inside you.

“c’mon, baby, fuck me back.” he didn’t have to tell you twice. your clenched your thighs tighter around his torso for your hips to meet his rhythm as you bury wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and bury your face within his neck. he grunts as you clench tighter and tighter around him.

“m’so close, nick.” you whimpered out, digging your nails in the skin of his shoulders.

“just a little more, baby—wait f’me.” he urged, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine as you pushed your heated, sweaty body closer to his. with each stroke of his hips, he pushed you closer to the edge. that familiar ball of heat within you started to intensify if he kept going at this pace.

“shit. nick, please…” you gasped, your breath hitching as you try to hold it just for him, you knew exactly what he wanted to do. nicholas reached in between your bodies for his thumb to send stimulation to your clit. he moves in figure eights that’s sure to take you there. the cries of his name mixed with your consistent clenching of your walls around him caused the tempo to increase, he could let go at any moment, but he wants to share that moment with you, his wife.

“baby, look at me—cum with me, i got you.” he murmured, pulling you from his shoulder to maintain eye contact. there’s just something about the way you look at him that just makes him falter. your eyes resemble those of a doe, as you blink he notices the curl of natural eyelashes and the way your brows furrow with such concentration. it all makes him want to melt.

“ready?” he questions, his movements becoming faster and more erratic. you respond with a quick nod and instantly press your lips to his. with one final stroke, you felt yourself become undone. there’s pleasure washing over you like a great tsunami as your juices find themselves on your thighs and his cock. your body trembled as you repeatedly moaned out his name mixed with the occasional profanity. nicholas felt his own release course through him as he watched you ride out your high, his movements never ceasing. the mixture of your fluids started to drip from deep inside of you. after you both came down from your euphoric state, nicholas slowed the roll of his hips, his hands gently caressing your thighs as he pulled you in closer. he initiates a lax, yet sensual makeout session for a brief time before pulling away, giving you the most smitten of stares at your afterglow.

“are you okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice as he looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort.

“yeah, why’d you ask?” you nod, matching his concern.

“i don’t know, i think i went overboard with the whole punishment thing. if i hurt you i’m so—”

you cut him off with a kiss, “mm-mm. i’m fine, honey. besides, you looked sexy as hell while doing that.” you softly chuckle, caressing his sculpted jaw. “maybe i should tease you at work more often.” you quip, smiling as he joins in the laughter. “hm. maybe, because that was fucking amazing.” he places another kiss on your lips, “you’re amazing—i love you, mrs. chavez.” he proclaimed in a hushed tone. he took your left hand and giving the rock on your finger a peck.

“i love you more, mr. chavez.” you reciprocate the affection, rewarding him with more kisses. his hands continue to roam your body, soothing and grounding you within his lap. it wasn’t long until he pulled out gently to place you on the bed. you felt a shiver run through you at the loss of contact. nicholas gingerly placed you in arms bridal style and he leads the way to your shared bathroom where you both continue to indulge each other in the shower.

[gatheringbones]

[“In the dungeon, the dominatrix was a paragon of high-femme adornment, training submissive men in the supposedly organic wisdom of her gender. In reality, I was trying on this kind of glamour and ultrafemininity for the first time.

Two things helped me to fall in love with mani-pedis and skin creams and click-clacking around in dramatically slanted stilettos in my 20s, despite rejecting these sartorial amusments growing up. One was that I was making cash money to do it, which was much more motivating than the Seventeen magazines and peer pressures of my adolescence. Second, I was surrounded by beautiful naked women encouraging me to develop my own style. Most of my colleagues were much more experienced with makeup, hair, lingerie, jewelry, heels, nails, lotion, and perfume, much more confident in products, styling, shapes, and colors than I was. Some of them were sweetly excited about my ineptitude, eagerly turning me into a doll they could experiment on. I smelled the sizzle of flat irons as they tugged at my hair from behind, I squeezed eyelash glue nervously along the rinds of falsies as they timed me, I sat on the cold linoleum and snapped their garters into place every day for weeks until I could do it with my eyes closed. As their hands and tools stroked my body, conditioning me in more ways than one, I felt an ASMR buzz all over. If I felt objectified, it was as an exalted precious object, like a car being tuned up under my hood, my exteriors waxed until I shined.

A colleague turned to me out of the blue one day, snapping, “What is your skin care routine?” When I sheepishly replied that I had none, she marched me into the bathroom, sternly showing me how to cleanse, moisturize, and always wear sunscreen. I have done this every single day since. That’s all it took for me to learn to care for myself in this way. A little feminine superiority.

If this sounds familiar, it should. Despite being assigned female at birth, I was just as enchanted as any dude could have been by confident pros guiding me into a realm of prettiness, and I needed every bit as much coaching. I would get femme trained by my colleagues, and minutes later I would lead clients into session rooms and train them to be femme too.

I’m hardly the first person to observe that drag is drag no matter your resting gender, your genitals, your orientation, your motivation. Not to put too fine a point on it, but most sex workers know we are drag artists. Much in the same way that pro wrestlers exaggerate their own masculinity, the dominatrix is a femme maximalist entertainer. The fact that a cis woman can feel like a drag queen speaks to the performative nature of gender expression, of both drag as an art and cross-dressing as a fetish. By and large, my cross-dressing clients didn’t want to be women. They wanted to be bimbos! They embodied their own ideas of insatiable sluts and campy cartoons. Maximalist girls, exaggerated girls, megawatt girls. They wanted satin corsets, jewel tones, iridescent glitter, fishnets, freesia body spray. They spoke like Betty Boop and did their best to stiffly dance along to Prince songs. They saw this glamour as sparkling dynamite to bust them out of the prison of their toxic masculinity, even if just for a few hours, even if only superficially.

I didn’t find these fantasies a reminder of the awful pressures of girliness I had initially rejected; gender-bending in the dungeon showed me that I had been positioned to see femme all wrong. The bimbo is an archetype, a shimmering human invention waiting to be embodied by anyone who cares to summon her. It’s the choice to play with gender as an adult, as opposed to a lifetime of imposed messaging about what kind of gender you can and can’t be, that generates the erotic pleasures of cross-dressing.

I enjoyed being bullied into girliness by my fellow pro-dommes, so I empathized with our clients, regardless of the gender trajectory that led us to femme power play. All of the qualities that we expressed as feminine—from soft clothes to luscious scents to sucking cock—had belonged to all of us the whole time. I get why a cis dominatrix wouldn’t want to participate in forced feminization. I also get why many trans people, trans women in particular, find the existence of transvestitism to be so painful. When you have to fight so hard every day for the fundamental dignity and civil rights of your gender, it can be agonizing to see someone treat that gender as frivolous. Cross-dressing clients were often annoyingly reductive, like young adults on rumspringa, gorging themselves on the sugar high of femininity after being denied it for so long. It was clear to me that some of these fetishists liked cross-dressing sessions because it happened to be the variation on humiliation that their submissive tendencies had alighted on, emasculation being one of a hundred ways of having your social status lowered by a dominatrix. Others would have liked to wear dresses and bubblegum-flavored lip gloss more often, including in situations where they weren’t necessarily aroused. Still others weren’t actually cross-dressers at all, but closeted or crypto-transgender women. The kinky space was the only one they knew where they could be themselves using what they saw as a safe, private, and limited method. Some of them would transition eventually, and some would keep that part of themselves compartmentalized their entire lives. All three of these categories of person deserve the space to explore their gender expression through erotic fantasy.

Some cross-dressing fetishists are cis. Some trans women are butch. Some drag artists are straight. There’s no one way to do or be any of these things, and while we can experiment with identity through art and erotics, we shouldn’t conflate persona with personhood. Most importantly, trans people of all kinds deserve an existence that is both sexually liberated and not constantly sexualized. I would love to report that we have reached the point in the gender revolution where cross-dressing is redundant because there is nothing to cross. But erotics are still a viable way for us to explore who we really are, or would like to be.”]

tina horn, from why are people into that? a cultural investigation of kink, 2024

[springtyme]

I come to humbly ask if we can please have some Miguel smut? I just really need to be fucked silly by a big strong man 🥺

𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ♡

Thank you for the request! Sometimes you just need to be fucked silly by an almost seven foot tall guy, and that’s valid

Miguel O'hara x afab!reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: Smut (18+, mdni!) Language. Lingerie. Biting. Thigh riding, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected p in v, cream pie. Miguel picks up the reader, possibly a bit of a size kink (reader's height and body shape isn't mentioned, but Miguel is 6'9 and very big and buff) No spoilers for the movie.

Despite you and Miguel being deeply in love and living together, it’s not much you get to see him.  

You had wanted to surprise Miguel by waiting up for him. And you had tried, you really had, but at last, you had lost the fight against sleep as the hours went by and your eyelids grew heavier and heavier. You had started to snooze off on the couch in your and Miguel’s shared living room a little while ago. 

You know why he does what he does, how he feels like he has a duty, and no matter how much you miss him and how much you worry about him when he’s out there, you’d never ask him to stop. You love him, and you love him even more for everything he does and all the sacrifices he makes to fulfill that sense of duty he has. You really, really love him, but you also miss him. 

You know how much he secretly despises himself for all the nights you have to fall asleep without him, and all the times you wake up to an empty bed too. 

That is why you wanted to surprise him tonight. You wanted to give him a good time, to show you how much you love him. 

To, hopefully, help make him feel a little less guilty about not spending as much time together as you both wish you could and to give him some, much-needed, stress relief. 

You had spent your evening cleaning the apartment. After that you had awarded yourself with an extra long soak in the tub, letting your mind wander as you had scrubbed and lotioned your body. You have actually had this night planned for a few days, and you had even gone out and gotten yourself some new lingerie for the occasion. A beautiful lacey set with matching garters, which you had slipped on after your bath.

It had been a while since you had felt as sexy and confident as you had after looking yourself over in the full-length mirror of your bedroom before you had wrapped your favorite satin robe around yourself and gone to the living room to wait for Miguel to come home. 

And you had waited and waited and waited. 

You are now curled up on the couch, your consciousness floating in a hazy state between wakefulness and sleep. Just as you are about to fully doze off, some kind of sound pierce your mind and you slowly gain a little of your perception back. ‘The door’ you think, it was the click of the front door you heard. The sleepy fog is slowly lifting from your thoughts. And just as you remember what you had planned and what had happened you open your tired eyes to be met with a tall figure towering over you.      

“Mig..?” You croak out, before letting out a little surprised shriek as you’re suddenly being lifted from the couch as Miguel scoops you up in his big, strong arms.  

“Sorry, querida, didn’t mean to wake you.” The familiar baritone of Miguel’s voice is hitting your ears.  You want to protest, he might not have meant to wake you but you hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the first place.

This is not how you had planned for him to find you when he came home. You had meant for him to step into the living room where you had lit candles, and in your dream scenario you would have scattered a few rose petals on the floor leading to the bedroom, but you had settled with the candles. You would have greeted him with a crooked smile while slowly untying the belt that holds your rope in place. But you had fallen asleep and he has now instead walked in on you sprawled out on the couch, and not in a particularly sexy way. Your plan gone completely down the drain. 

“Why don’t we get you to bed, sweetheart?” He says, already on his way toward the bedroom with you in his arms.     

“No, no, I’m not even tired,” you protest. It might sound like a lie after he just found you knocked out on the couch, but you actually mean it. You suddenly feel wide awake despite how late it is. But you guess that Miguel’s probably exhausted by now and that you shouldn’t even try to put the naughty plan you had made for tonight into action.

 You come to this conclusion, even though it saddens you a little, as you reach your bedroom and Miguel finally sits you down in front of your bedroom door. 

“Get in bed, sweetheart, I’ll join you in a bit, just have to put those candles out in the living room,” he says quickly, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before turning around to go back into the living room. 

You sigh as you push open the door to your bedroom, you’re suddenly feeling like an idiot for having thought that this would have been a good idea, to begin with. It is already hours past midnight, he is clearly exhausted and just wants to go to bed.

You untie your robe and walk over to your dresser to pull out a set of soft, unsexy pajamas to change into, but you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, making you stop as you’re just about to change out of your lacey attire

You can’t help but walk over to the mirror to take one last glance at yourself. You had felt so good when you had stood in front of the mirror earlier. You let the now-open robe slide down your shoulders and fall to the floor.

You have to admit, you really made the right choice at the boutique when you picked out this set. It looks amazing, hugging you in all the right places, and somehow manages to look both sexy and classy at the same time. You turn a little in front of the mirror, as you get lost in your own thoughts for a bit, making you not hear when Miguel walks towards the bedroom again. You jump slightly as he opens the door, catching you off guard. 

“What were all those candles even-“ he cuts himself off mid-sentence and stops dead in his tracks as your eyes lock with his in the mirror. 

You see how his eyes scan your near-exposed body, looking you up and down before his eyes again find yours in the mirror. 

“I, uhm, I wanted to surprise you tonight, but I fell asleep…” You shrug a little defeated, but a little glimmer of hope starts to bubble in your chest at the expression on Miguel’s face, hungry and intrigued. 

“You wanted to surprise me..?” He sounds amused, a smile tucking at the corner of his lips. 

“Yeah, it's just that we haven’t seen each other much these last week and I’ve just been missing you and I thought this would be nice, but…” 

“But..?” He arches a brow, a sly smile now plastered on his lips. “I think it’s very nice.”

“Yeah?” You smile back at him, maybe this night hasn’t gone completely out the window after all. 

“Yeah.” He says as he steps over to you. “And I’m sorry that we haven’t seen much of each other. I wish that it could be different, I really do, but-“

“Don’t you dare apologize,” You cut him off. “I know why you have to be out there and I love you for it, Miguel. I just missed you, that’s all.” 

“I miss you too, sweetheart,” he says before putting his arms around you. He just holds you for a little while, letting your bodies do the talking. “Love you so much,” he sighs as he squeezes you a little extra tight before finally letting go of you, only to duck down to crash his lips onto yours.

It starts out sweet, but it doesn’t take long for the kiss to turn heated.

You only break the kiss after your lungs have started to burn and you literally need to stop so that you can catch your breath, but Miguel just takes this as an opportunity to start licking and kissing his way up your neck. Your eyes roll back as he reaches an especially sensitive spot just under your ear, and you tilt your head a little to the side to give him better access. 

Your action is not lost on him and you let out a little whine as he starts to suck down at the soft skin with a bit more force until he detached his lips from your skin with a wet pop, only to gently place your earlobe between his teeth. 

“I’ve missed you so much, sweetheart,” he says softly into your ear before nuzzling his nose against the side of your neck and taking in a deep breath, almost like he is trying to inhale you, to breathe in your essence to always have a part of you with him.

You can’t help but let out a little whine at his words and you squirm a little in your seat on his lap as the warm tingling in your cunt intensifies and turns into a needy throbbing instead, which makes you start to grind your clothed pussy slowly against Miguel’s muscular thigh. 

Miguel’s hands find your hips, gently squeezing into your soft skin as he starts to slowly move you against his strong thigh whose muscle you can feel flexing under you as he starts to slowly bounce it up and down to match the movements of your hips.

“I have missed doing this with you too,” he says into your skin before he starts kissing your neck again. You let out a low moan and bring your hands up to his hair and you bury your fingers into his dark locks, making him let out a low growl sound from deep within his chest which only makes you all the more turned on. 

“Ah, fuck, Miguel, I-I...” You babble as you feel how the lace of your panties are growing damper and damper against him.

“Just tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he encourages you as he gives your hips a reassuring squeeze, leaning his head back to look at you, his beautiful brown eyes locking with your own.  

“Need you, Miguel,” you pant out, “need you to touch me.”

He is quick to act on your request, lifting you from his lap to flip you over and laying you down on your shared bed, your back against the soft mattresses as he is hovering over you, caging you between his arms. He comes crashing down on you, his lips finding yours in a hungry, passionate kiss, removing one hand from the mattress to sneak it between your bodies.

“Mmm,” you happily hum into his lips as you feel his fingers against your warm skin. 

“God, baby,” He groans as he slips his hand down your panties. “You’re fucking soaked, sweetheart. You really meant it when you said you have missed me, huh?” 

“Yeah I–oh, fuck–Miguel,” you softly cry, as he starts to circle your clit teasingly slow with his thumb while his middle and index fingers start to slide between wet your folds, coating them in the wetness of your arousal as he starts to tease around your entrance.

You exclaim a series of pathetic whimpering sounds as he starts to slide into you, first pumping into you with one finger but soon adding another, stretching your pussy out on his thick digits. You grab the sheets, clenching the soft fabric in your fist as Miguel starts to pump his fingers faster and faster into you.

“You are so beautiful,” Miguels tell you, he sounds almost drunk at the sight of you getting fucked by his fingers. “My sweet, beautiful girl,” he continues.  

He is curling his fingers, hitting your g-spot, oh so perfectly, and you feel yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge. 

“I-I’m so close, Miguel.” 

“I know, baby, I know,” he says, dipping his head down to leave a kiss on your collarbone before bringing his head back up to look at you again. “Come on, baby, I know you can, cum for me sweet thing.”

Your eyes roll back and your mouth falls agape as your walls begin to flutter and squeeze down around Miguel’s girthy fingers as your climax reaches you and washes over you in hot, blissful waves. He keeps pumping into you, letting you ride it out to the fullest. When he finally removes his fingers from you, he slips them between his lips and happily hums as he sucks them clean of your juices. 

“Mmm, you’re so delicious, baby,” he hums, “you think I can have a better taste, sweetheart?” He says as he sits himself down between your legs, hands gently massaging your thighs. 

“I think we can arrange that,” you chuckle, still a little out of breath from your climax. 

“Well, lucky me,” Miguel chuckles as his fingers slip under one of your garters and slowly start to slide it down your thigh and then your calf until you can slip your foot out. You expect him to remove the other garter in a similar way, but he doesn’t, instead, he dips his head down to your thigh, leaving a wet kiss on your warm skin before taking the lace between his teeth and start to slowly slide the garter down your thigh with his mouth. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and lets them follow the garter’s journey down your legs until he has to let go of the delicate fabric between his teeth so you can be freed from the lingerie, leaving you completely bare under him. 

“God, baby,” he gasps out, looking you up and down with a lovestruck look on his face as you lay spread out for him, your legs wide open for him. “You’re so gorgeous,” he continues, hands coming up to gently squeeze your thighs as he spreads your legs even wider. He leans down over you, leaving a sweet kiss on your lips before getting back into position between your legs.   

“So beautiful,” he sighs, locking eyes with you for a second before lowering his head, licking and kissing his way up your groin before burying his face between your thighs. He slides his tongue through your folds. 

He starts out slowly but is soon turning up the tempo as he gets more and more lost in the taste of you. Miguel has always loved eating you out, you sometimes wonder if he is enjoying it more than you and that says a lot cause you really, really enjoy it.  

He adds a little more pressure, making you wail out with pleasure as he nuzzles his nose against your clit while lapping into you with a tempo and precision that has your legs shaking. You tangle your fingers into his hair, tucking at the roots which makes him moan into you. The vibrations of his moan are sending a chill up your spine and you can’t help but buckle your hips, gently grinding against his face as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your second orgasm.   

“Fu-uck, Miguel!” You whine out as your body and mind reaches a state of absolute ecstasy. “I-I’m coming–fuuuck–Miguel I’m coming,” you whimper out in between heavy breaths. Your hips are jerking as Miguel’s tongue keeps fucking you through your climax until you’re feeling too sensitive and gently pushes his face away from your cunt.   

Miguel takes in a heavy breath as he finally detaches his mouth from your pussy.  

“You always taste so good, been way too long since I’ve last tasted you, baby,” he smiles at you as you slowly come back down to the earth after having been sent to cloud nine by his skillful mouth. His chin and lips are glistening in the gentle light of the bedside lamp. 

He climbs up over your body, caging you in between his arms once again as he dives down, kissing your lips so sweet and loving that it has your heart clench with love and contentment.

 You take his face between your hands, cupping his cheeks as you kiss him back as you taste yourself on his lips. The before-so-sweet kiss turns heated as you start licking into his mouth so that you can deepen the kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. It’s now that you realize how very naked you are and how very clothed he still is. You break the kiss to look into the deep hickory brown sea of his eyes.  

“I think you should get out of these clothes, you know?” you whisper as you rub your hands up over the fabric covering his broad chest.

“Yeah?” He grins down at you.

“Yeah,” you confirm, a sly smile on your lips as you look up at the man you love. 

He is quick to follow your orders, lifting himself from the bed to get rid of his clothes, but not before planting another sweet kiss on your lips. He first gets rid of his shirt, peeling the fabric off to reveal his broad shoulders and chest. The sight of him undressing for you has your cunt throbbing once again, you don’t even think you have been fully aware of just how horny and how much you have missed being intimate with Miguel these past weeks. You are so pent up and your hands and your vibrator just haven’t been able to satisfy you like how Miguel can. 

His pants are soon following his shirt on the floor and he is left in only a pair of tight boxer briefs that hugs his thick thighs oh so deliciously and looks like they’re about to be bursting at the seams by the immense and rock-hard bulge that he is sporting, a little wet spot of precum darkening the fabric.     

You can’t help but gawk as he starts to slide the garment down his hips and thighs, his cock springing free, thick and throbbing, slapping heavily up against his stomach. Despite how familiar you are with him and his body, and how many times you have seen him like this before, it seems like the sheer size of him never ceases to amaze you and it makes your need for him reach a whole new level.  

“Fuck, baby, I need you inside of me so bad,” you sigh as you reach out for him, sitting up on your knees as he comes back down on the bed to you.  

“Need to be inside of you too,” he grunts as you wrap your hands around the base of his cock, giving him a little squeezing. He really must have enjoyed himself as he ate you out cause his tip is almost purple at this point and already dripping with precum.

It really is a beautiful sight and you can’t help but feel a little proud that you are the reason for his arousal. He has the most beatiful cock you have ever seen, and if you weren't as desperate to have him in you right now as you are you would have got on all fours and choked on it right this instant. But you lay back down on your back instead, sprawling yourself out for him. 

Most often when you’re having sex you’ll be in a position that has you on top, he is so big that you often have to be the one that controls the pace to avoid you becoming all too sore, and so you can at least somewhat walk the next day. But tonight you want him to be in control, to let him have his way with you. 

“Then come here,” you say, smiling up at him as he does as you ask.   

His dark eyes sparkle as they look down at you with awe. He kisses your lips as he positions himself, the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance. Despite how needy the both of you are, he really takes his time, slowly letting your walls adjust, giving you time to adapt to the size of him as he slowly gives you inch after inch. He is kissing you through the whole thing until he finally bottoms out. You feel so full, the size of him is both slightly painful and absolutely amazing at the same time. 

“God dammit, querida, you feel so good,” he whispers against your lips, “so warm and so fucking tight,” he groans as he gently nibbles at your bottom lip. It has a hot rush of desire run through you and the pain is quickly forgotten, only leaving a feeling of flaming hot love and desire for Miguel in its place. 

“Move,” you sigh into his ear, your voice low and raspy. “Please, Miguel, I-” but you are caught off as he begins to slide out of you only to ram back into you, making you let out a breathy moan. He lifts up your legs, making you cross them around his hips as he pulls out of you again only for him to drill his cock back into you. 

“This is what you wanted, huh?” He asks as he locks eyes with you to see your reaction as he continues his movements. 

“Yes, yes… Just what I wanted,” you nod your head eagerly, already feeling tears of pleasure starting to form in the corner of your eyes. “Been missing this. Fuuuck, been… been missing you.”    

“I’ve missed you too, baby. I hate that I have to leave you so often.” 

He picks up the pace, going at an almost brutal speed now as if to make up for lost time.

“You are doing so good, baby,” he encourages, “taking me so damn well.” 

You are clinging to him for dear life as each of his thrusts pushes you further up the mattress, only for his broad hands, which are firmly planted at your waist, to pull you back down to meet each savage snap of his hips. He kisses along your neck and collarbone, while he murmurs about how beautiful you are, how wonderful and smart you are, and how much he loves you. 

He hits something so perfect inside you and you can feel how the knot in your abdomen tightens and tightens, so close to exploding.

“I’m so… fu-uck, so close.” 

“I know, baby, I know,” he says, digging his fingers a little deeper into your skin, “just let go, sweetheart.”

Your nails dig into the flesh of his back as you feel how your entire body fills with bliss. Your walls are clamping down around him, sucking him into your warmth as your climax overwhelms you and rushes of hot, electric euphoria starts to run through your veins, your vision turning blurry and your bones turning to jelly. He kisses you through it and you feel how his dick twitches inside you, signaling that he is about to cum too.

“Inside, Miguel. Inside, please, need to feel you,” you ramble only to hum with delight as a second later as you feel the hot ropes of cum coating your walls as your desperate cunt squeezes down around him to milk every drop of his release. All the while he keeps thrusting into you, fucking his cum deep into you until you are so full of him that it starts leaking out around his shaft. 

You lean forward to plant a kiss on the bridge of his nose as he finally begins to slow his movements, his eyes, which he had shut tight under the intensity of his overwhelming orgasm, slowly opening to look at you.

He kisses you, still not pulling out as you feel his cock slowly starting to soften inside you.

“How do you feel?” He asks when he finally breaks the kiss. 

“Amazing, but I might not be able to walk tomorrow,” you giggle breathlessly, “but that’s future me’s problem,” you smile at him, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

“Good thing I’ll be there to take care of you,” he says before pulling you into his arms and gently pressing you up against his broad chest.

“You will?” 

“Yes, baby, I promise,” he says, squeezing you a little tighter, “I’m sorry that we don’t get to spend as much time together as we should, but I promise you tomorrow I’m yours.”  

“I love you, Miguel, so so much,” you whisper, placing your hand over his and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“I love you too, baby,” he says as he brings your hand to his mouth and gives it a gentle kiss.

[writeariot]

Babygirl || VanderxSilco NSFW

Words: 2.2k Tags: Forced fem, lingerie, dirty talk, fingering, anal, cream pies, begging, size difference, afab terms for amab anatomy, anal plug, prostate massage, sex and emotions, this got more emotional than I intended.

These rendezvous aren’t uncommon. Though Silco and Vander might be adversaries on the surface, the history between them runs deep, and the need runs deeper. They’ve been playing these games for longer than some have been alive, and they’ll continue playing them until one or both are dead. 

It all starts with a message. Just a simple time and nothing more, but they both know what it means. This time, however, the message came with a gift, a small package left on Silco’s desk and a tag that read “11pm” in Vanders sloppy scrawl. They’d sent each other things this way before, but Silco had never seen anything like the contents of the box outside of the brothels. He’d almost called off their meeting when he saw the pink satin in the box, but its softness on his fingers made his cock twitch, and for a moment he wondered how it would feel against the rest of his body. 

God damn it. 

The day moved at a snail's pace, but it always did when they had plans. The agony of waiting made time seem to slow to a crawl. The Last Drop filled with miners, and emptied again, the world going on as usual. But when the last miner filters out into the dark, Vander isn’t far behind. The night air is brisk on the long walk to the small studio apartment they rent for these little trysts, but the chill helps to keep his mind clear. 

By the time he makes it to the run down building, excitement makes his heart race and his cock twitch. Each step up to the top floor floods his mind with images, but nothing prepares him for what waits on the other side of the door. He knocks twice, pauses, and then knocks twice more, the code they’ve created to identify themselves, and then presses his key into the lock and lets himself in.  

Silco stands in the middle of the room stripped of his dignity, wrapped in lace and frill. His bravado slipping away with every twitch of his cock.

"God damn,” Vander groans as he closes the distance between them,”Look at you…” 

“Fuck you, this is humiliating.” Silco sneers, his nostril’s flaring. He watches as Vander circles him, trying to ignore the way it ignites something new and sharp inside him

“You're so pretty like this," Vander croons, pushing one big hand through Silco's hair, "such a good girl."

The praise makes Silco squirm, a pitiful whine slipping from his lips. His cock throbs, precum staining the pale satin that traps it against his belly. "So needy.. ask nicely princess." Vander hums, the sound radiating from deep in his chest. "You bastard..." Silco groans.

"That's not very nice..." Vander's eyebrow quirks, "try again"

"Fuck— Please.." The words come grit between.

"Please what?" Vander teases, pressing close enough to brush his lips over the shell of Silco's ear. "Please daddy."

A soft laugh slips from Vanders lips, the sound morphing into a gruff moan, "That's my girl… How are we doing?” 

“Green.”

Vander growls at the answer, pulling Silco into a kiss that bites and bruises, and when their lips part there is no more restraint, “On the bed, now.”

Silco doesn’t argue, more than happy to settle across the old bed and the plush bedding they’ve dressed it in. The combination of satin on his cock and the crushed velvet comforter against his back raise goosebumps on his flesh. Vander pushes his legs wide, settling on his knees between them, thick fingers tracing the lace hem of the panties that cling to Silco’s thin hips, over the ridge of his cock, and up his chest to settle at his throat. 

“Such a pretty baby girl,” He croons, delighting in the way Silco’s hips buck, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, open wide.”

Silco makes a soft sound in the back of his throat as his mouth drops open, giving Vander the space to press three fingers against his tongue. His lips close and he sucks them deep, twirling this tongue over each rough digit. That seems to snap the last shadows of control Vander clings to. He flips Silco easily, pushing his face against the bed, to pull his hips high into the air. The satin panties rip with an almost sickening sound under Vanders fingers, the air chilling Silco’s skin in the absence of body warmed fabric. 

Vander curses under his breath at the sight of the plug nestled between Silco’s cheeks, “So god damn needy… Just couldn’t wait for me to fill your pussy hm?” 

“D-don’t call it that…” Silco groans as Vander’s fingers trace the base of the plug, nudging it aside as he wedges his fingers beneath it. “I’ll call it whatever I want,” Vander laughs softly as he tugs the thick metal plug free of Silco’s body, delighting in the way his hole flutters at the loss. 

Silco buries his face in the pillow, muffling the ragged moan that spills from him when two of Vander’s fingers replace the plug, pressing deep. One rough finger brushes against his prostate and pleasure shoots like a rocket up his spine. 

“Is that the spot baby? Is that the spot that makes you cum your fucking brains out?” Vander hums as he presses his fingers more insistently against the smooth little knot. 

Silco answers with a whimper, his hips rocking back into the friction desperately. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, precum leaking from its tip in a steady stream. A third finger presses in, stretching him wide, filling him up almost as perfectly as Vander’s cock would, and he’s almost desperate enough to beg for it, but the breath is stolen from him by another rough press against his prostate. This time, Vander leaves no room for words or sounds before he presses again. His fingers work hard and fast, wringing pleasure from Silco like water from a sponge. Orgasm builds like fire in Silco’s gut, a small spark spreading rapidly through him, burning in his nerve endings as it rages through him, leaving him shaking and sobbing as he makes a mess of the bed beneath himself. 

“That's my girl,” Vander coos gently as he works Silco through his orgasm, letting him take the pleasure he needs from his fingers, “look at how that pussy takes me.. I know you need more, don’t you sweet girl?” Silco nods, he doesn’t need to say a word, Vander knows his body better than anyone else, he knows just one orgasm is never enough. He makes a soft noise of contentment when Vander’s weight settles over him as he stretches out over him covering Silco’s body with his own. It’s a tender moment, Vander’s lips pressing gentle kisses to the space between his shoulder blades, and up the column of his neck. It’s the perfect reassurance, the praise he desperately needs without the admissions of love or pride that he knows mean nothing.

The sound of Vander’s zipper is loud in the quiet space between their breaths, and the anticipation has Silco pressing back instinctively. 

“Quit fuckin movin,” Vander grips his hip with one hand, keeping him still as he slots his cock into place, before pressing in with one smoothe motion. 

The stretch of Vander’s cock steals Silco’s breath and any sound he hopes to make along with it. His hands claw at the bedding, desperate for something to hold onto as Vander presses deep. Their hips meet and for a moment it is nothing but bliss and matching breaths, both of them taking a moment to acclimate to the pleasure that floods their brains, but it doesn’t last. The moment passes and the bubble bursts into flames. Vander’s hands tighten, one on his hip, the other in his hair, holding him strung between pleasure and pain, before he pulls nearly completely out only to slam home again. The pace that Vander sets is punishing, pulling Silco back into each demanding thrust. The sound of their hips colliding drowns out the sound of their breaths and each helpless whimper that drips from Silco’s lips. 

“Look at you,” Vander grunts through clenched teeth as he watches his cock disappear into Silco again and again, “Such a greedy little cunt. You take me like you were made for my cock.”

Maybe he was, Silco had taken other lovers, but none of them knew his body the way Vander does. He’d tried to find someone, anyone, that could make him feel even a fraction of what Vander does, but all he’d ever felt was alone at the end of it all. Even knowing that when this night is over, and the orgasms have sunk into their bones, they will part their ways, enemies once more, he never feels the same hollow nothing he does with others when he and Vander are through. He’d never really believed in love, after all, no world where Vander existed to oppose him so firmly is a world where love can exist the way it does in stories, but he had to believe that if it could, Vander was it for him, and that what kept him crawling back to this room and this bed time and time again. But those were thoughts for another time, when the pleasure had worn off and the loneliness crept back in, now all he wanted was to feel, and god did Vander make him feel. 

“Y-yours,” he stutters out between thrusts, “All yours V-van..”

“Mine,” Vander groans, heat coiling around his spine. Nothing gets him like those little promises between them, even if they don’t last until morning, “My perfect girl, my perfect pussy.” 

“Give it to me, please Van” Silco begs, the words punched from him with each thrust of Vander’s cock. It fills up all his empty spaces, pressing against his walls, hammering his prostate, replacing all the hate that’s carved him out with pleasure, white hot and all consuming, and he needs more even as the orgasm building inside him threatens to suffocate him. 

“Take it babygirl, it’s all yours.” Vander’s voice breaks on his words, and neither of them can stand to think about what that means. They shove the thoughts away and chase the pleasure, the light at the end of the tunnel just out of reach. 

“I’m- Van-” Silco hiccups. 

“Yeah baby, it’s okay.” Vander soothes, the hand in Silco’s short hair loosening, petting gently down his back. Silco’s orgasm slams through him like a tidal wave, pulling him under, keeping him trapped beneath the surface. He shudders hard, his cock erupting, spilling rope after rope of sticky white onto the sheets. It’s blinding, stealing his senses and his strength, and Vander isn’t far behind. 

An animal sound like a roar reverberates in Vander’s chest, the rhythmic pulse of Silco’s walls pulling him into orgasm. His hips stutter in their rhythm and press deep as he spills into the tight heat of his body. The world blurs and it takes all his strength to keep himself upright instead of collapsing over Silco’s body. He sucks in greedy breaths, holding Silco close as he turns, laying on his side, keeping their bodies connected as the afterglow settles over them. 

For a long moment the only sound beyond the ringing in their ears is their heavy breaths, jagged and synchronized. Vanders hands splay over Silco’s stomach, warm and soothing in the way they hold him close, and it almost makes the moment seem more real than it is, and it makes Silco’s stomach twist beneath the touch. “Vander,” He hums trying to break the moment, to make it go back to the way it was. But something is different, something he can’t name, and for the first time in a long time he can’t help but feel like things won't be okay, “Vander,” He says again, firmer this time. 

“Sorry,” Vander’s voice comes harsh as he eases his grip and pulls away just enough to free his softening cock. 

Silco sits up quickly, his back to Vander. He peels away the scraps of satin that cling to him soaked in sweat and cum. “Ridiculous,” he mutters to himself as he tosses the ruined fabric aside. 

“Silco,” Vander hums, and Silco knows the sound of it, the things hidden beneath the tone. The things that shouldn’t be said, and yet he answers. “What?” He glances over his shoulder, eyes searching Vander’s. 

“I lo-” Vander starts but Silco cuts him off. “Shut up. Go home.” He stands on shaking legs, and steps into the bathroom closing the door behind him. He sits alone, hating himself as he listens through the door as Vander sighs and fixes his clothes, the hesitation in his steps as he makes his way to the door, the creak of the hinges, the uncertainty in Vander’s movements, and the soft click of the door closing. 

He’s alone again, and this time not even the endorphins can’t keep the cold out his bones, but he’ll have the ghosts of Vander’s touch to keep him company until the next time this apartment and their need calls both their names.

[hernakedmuse]

Eddie Munson x Horror!Bimbo Reader 🦇 💕 Part One

Headcanons about Horror!Bimbo

Horror!Bimbo isn't Harrington rich but she isn't Munson poor, she's lower middle class. Her dad is very distant, he manages the grocery store in town. Her mother is a part time librarian, and is there for reader as much as she can be.

She has an older sister who is studying pre med at The University of Chicago, they were once close but her sister became snobby once she started living in Chicago and only visits on holidays now. She thinks reader is stupid and hopeless with no future.

Horror!Bimbo!Reader is 18, a senior while Eddie is 20.

Horror!Bimbo!Reader has a white German Shepherd called Pyewacket.

Pyewacket hates everybody except for reader, she rescued him from a mean neighbor who would chain him up as a puppy. They've been thick as thieves ever since.

Pyewacket doesn't even let her parents into her room without some growling and snarling.

Horror!Bimbo!Reader also has a white rat called Socrates who often rests on her chest while she watches movies.

Pyewacket was the name of a famous witch cat in the Salem Witch Trials and a familiar in the 50s film Bell, Book, and Candles. AND Socrates was the name of Willard's white rat in Willard(1971).

Horror!Bimbo!Reader has a big oral fixation, she's constantly chewing her Extra! Refreshing bubble gum, or sucking on heart shaped lollipops that she hoards a bunch of from Valentine's Day that last her throughout the year.

It drives poor Eddie insane watching her mouth like that.

And she has such a distracting mouth, especially with all her lip gloss and lip liner defined lipstick painted lips.

And she's a big lip biter too.

He has spent many a time jacking off to the thought of those lips wrapped around him. With her shirt bunched up above her perky tits that never seemed to wear a bra for some reason.

And her plush ass that was alwayss adorn with a thong that he could see under very short skirts when she would bend over, her pussy lips puffier than the average girl and would be straining against the lace or satin of her thong, a lot of the time not completely covered.

Eddie has shamefully bust in his jeans at the sight at least twice.

And when she wears her obscenely tight jeans, her whale tail of her thong would peak out from the top of the high waist cut somehow, and you could easily see the outline of her thick vagina through the crotch of the jeans.

And almost always you could see the nipples of her bouncing tits through her shirts.

She tortured poor Eddie, especially when she would always smile so sweetly at him through the hall with a breathy Daryl Hannah "Hi Eddie" that she always managed to sound suggestive.

And in class (they have English and Pre-Calc together) , she always managed to sit in front of him, leaning forward so he could see her whale tail, or her juicy pouty lips when she'd ask to borrow a pencil that she would chew on and suck on before giving it back to him. (He is a little ashamed to admit he saves a whole collection of those at home). He'd also get high off her succulent smells. Like her strawberry shampoo, rosewater body lotion, her apricot hand cream, either baby powder and vanilla body mists or spicy and fruity Poison by Dior that he knew she would shoplift from the department store at Starcourt.

Our little bimbo has sticky fingers. Her family isn't the richest and she is such a seagull. Sees something shiny, might be a little too costly, like expensive lingerie or luxurious perfumes and she HAS to have it. Flirting with sales men and women and stealthily swiping the goods.

Eddie remembers the day he first met reader.

First day of her senior year, she walks into English in an outfit he knew she would get dress coded for, faded blue daisy dukes that squeezed the life of her dump truck ass and accentuated the lewd shape of her cunt. A red cropped tank top that was a little loose with a strap falling off her summer-loved shoulder, but tight around her bouncing unbound breasts. She had on white socks bunched from black doc like combat boots, and her hair up in a messy but very pretty high half pony half bun she had pinned up on top of her head, tendrils and loks framing her face and sticking to the back of her neck for it was an Indiana September. Her bangs framing her face and silver gold hoop earrings adorned her ears, red lipstick daringly painted her lips and black self manicured nails adorned her hands. She looked like a centerfold and he couldn't take his eyes off of her, neither could the other guys.

He knew it wasn't just lust however when she complimented his Black Sabbath t-shirt and then commented how she loves Ozzy solo work and rambled about an alter she once had to honor Randy Rhoads.

No, it was safe to say Eddie fell in love with her after that.

She was never ashamed to be seen talking to him. Sure she wasn't miss popular, the boys only talked to her because of her bimbo appearance but they all saw her as a witchy slut. They found her creepy but hot because she loves horror films so very much.

She's a little bit of an airhead, things tend to fly over her head, but she does love reading surprisingly. She has been scolded by teachers countless of times for reading in class ironically, and sometimes ditched to read in the library because the librarians adore her.

She likes to get lost in books and be in another world because she felt lonely in the real one.

Reader doesn't have friends, she comes off odd.

She giggles too much and blinks rapidly and shakes her head when she doest get things which is often.

Her mom says she doesn't process things like everyone else but that doesn't mean she's dumb.

She stares a lot and kind of looks like she has no thought in her head as she floats on through but she is actually lost in her own fantasies constantly through the day.

Eddie finds it adorable, and when people make fun of her for her oddities and aloofness he will do something outrageous to take the attention off of her, to protect her.

He saw she had nowhere to sit at lunch and invited her to his table, he realized despite being so beautiful she's the loneliest person in school.

She was so honored to be invited having a crush on him since freshman year. How could she not? He looks like the boys on her wall. Like Hawkins own personal rock star.

She became of Hellfire and with DnD she had him explain it like twenty times. Some of his friends may have groaned when she said 'wait' for the twelfth time, but we're silenced by theor DM's lethal glare.

She loved creating characters so much and had fun creating hers The Enchantress.

Reader always made food for the club which made them take to her easily.

She loves to cook and bake, she could be in her own world like when she would read or watch movies all day.

Her favorite book is Flowers in the Attic, and her favorite movies are The Company of Wolves, Slumber Party Massacre, and The Wicker Man. She will watch any horror film.

Her favorite colors to wear a red, pink, occasionally black.

[bob--and--friends]

Red & Cream Satin Lingerie

[logicbobssatin]

Cream Satin Lingerie

[seedsofagony]

Cream Cake (KnY ♡ Tengen)

Cherrytober Day 20: Sexting // Double Penetration

Series: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Characters: Uzui Tengen

Word Count: 713

Summary: modern au, x reader (feminine f wearing lingerie), panties stay on, anal kink (Tengen), anal play (reader receiving), sex toys, double penetration, unprotected sex, no pregnancy, squirting, anal sex (reader receiving), cumshot

Notes: I just think "buns fun" is a lot cuter than "butt stuff" ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

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"Lady's choice."

Tengen holds up a case containing a set of three glass plugs in satin-lined niches. Arrayed in a graduating row, they shine pearlescent, the dim lighting catching on their round-cut gem bases. Tapping a manicured finger against your lips, you consider—but, ultimately, it's no contest. You pluck the largest of the three from its niche, the girthiest in the set.

Tengen grins, closing the case and setting it aside. You hand him the plug, smiling up at him through long lashes. Tipping your chin, he kisses you once.

"Why don't you bend over, sweetheart?"

You turn, pressing your face to the pillow, ass in the air. It would be generous to call what you're wearing panties—crotchless and open-back, they're more like a few ribbons, artfully arranged. Tengen runs his hands over the scant fabric, over the curve of your hip and cheek.

Taking a handful of your flesh, he spreads you open and pours warm lube onto your puckered hole. A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine as it drips between your legs. His fingertip follows, circling your hole and tapping it, teasing, before easing in. You bite your lips as he gently works your rim and deeper, coaxing your muscles to relax, prepping you for what's to come.

"You want it now?" he asks.

You answer quickly, "Yes!"

Chuckling at the eagerness of your tone, Tengen slowly withdraws his finger and pours more lube over your hole. You feel the firm tip of the plug next. He twirls it against you, pressing it lightly against your entrance, then pushes it in, your hole stretching around the cool glass. You hum into the pillow, rubbing your thighs together, clenching the round bulb of the plug.

"You like that?" Tengen purrs.

"Mm-hm…"

Massaging your cheeks, Tengen admires the effect of your panties—the way the thin ribbon straps bite into your skin—and the glint of the gem-like plug buried inside you. "You look so good, baby," he says, voice thick with want.

He fingers the plug, a diamond flash between your cheeks. He spins it slowly to the right, to the left, pulls and pushes on it lightly. You moan, back arching—but your body is begging for more.

Looking over your shoulder, you meet his gaze through those long lashes. "Please... Need you inside me…"

Tengen hums as your request, a growl deep in his chest. Rock hard and leaking, he lines up hastily and bucks into your needy pussy. At the same time, it's as if a switch goes off in your head—your mind goes completely blank. You're stuffed, Tengen's thick cock bulging against your walls while the plug fills your hole. He thrusts in and out, shallow at first, smearing lube and your juices over his shaft, then to the base. You grip the sheets, face buried in the pillow—you are not going to last.

Spreading your cheeks, Tengen leans back and ruts into you, enjoying the full view—the ring of cream around his cock as he fucks your messy pussy and the plug gleaming in your snug hole. 

"You're doing so good, baby," he murmurs. "So good for me."

His words barely register. Biting the pillow, there isn't a single thought in your head—only awareness. The flesh of your hips and ass bouncing with each thrust, the involuntary clench of your core, holes tight, plug twitching. You're so fucking full. Tengen drives his cock in deep, and suddenly, you're seeing stars, gushing over his thighs.

You hear him groan and curse. Suddenly his fingers are on the plug—he pulls it out, and, grabbing your hips, stuffs his cock in, rutting into you with primal urgency. Skin slaps on skin and he growls with each thrust.

"So… tight…" The words slip through Tengen's gritted teeth.

You mewl into the pillow, needy tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as he takes your hole. Fingers digging into your flesh, he thrusts hard once, twice before his cock twitches. Pushing away from you, Tengen pulls out and shoots his hot seed onto your flushed, puckered skin.

Panting, he smoothes his hands over your cheeks. Your back and legs trembling, holes stretched and messy, and seemingly held together by only a few tenuous slips of ribbon, you make such a pretty picture.

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 11, vol. 19, 14 mars 1897, Paris. 10. Toilettes de promenade. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

1. Toilette en drap mousseline gris hirondelle, velours vert laitue et velours noir. — Jupe ronde unie, ornée dans le haut de deux pointes formées par des velours étroits et boutons de fantaisie. Corsage ajusté, ouvert devant sur un dessous en satin clair, garniture de velours posée en arêtes, retenue par des boutons bijouterie, col droit et col lingerie. Manches d’une seule pièce. Toque de fleurs et mousseline de soie.

2. Toilette en drap gris et mousseline de soie noire. Jupe ronde, unie, corsage-veste à basque plate, les devants garnis d’un double col retombant sur les manches, garni de mousseline de soie, nœud de mousseline de soie, gilet froncé surmonté d’un col rabattu garni de piqûres. Manches d’une seule pièce tout unies. Chapeau de paille orné plumes et velours.

3. Toilette en lainage beige très clair. Jupe ronde, garnie sur les côtés de petits boutons bijouterie et velours noir très étroit. Corsage fronce devant sur un empiècement de guipure, terminé par des boutons et petit velours, gilet froncé en mousseline de soie crème. Ceinture ronde en ruban, lacée devant, même façon au col, ruche à l’encolure, manches ornées de petits boutons et velours, le haut très enlevé, dos uni. Capote de tulle ornée de taffetas et de dentelle.

4. Toilette en alpaga gris, mousseline de soie blanche et velours vert tige. Jupe ronde, ouverte dans le haut sur des pointes de velours semblant retenues par des petits galons d’argent et boutons, blouse de mousseline de soie plissée à plis accordéon, recouvertè par un boléro garni de jais et galon acier, col et ceinture drapés en velours, col Médicis en velours. Manches drapées du haut, garnies velours. Chapeau garni de dentelle et d’un oiseau.

5. Costume en tissu fantaisie cigare et faille crème. Jupe ronde unie, montée à fronces derrière. Corsage ajusté, croisé de côté et agrafé col en faille garni de petit velours, col droit en tissu rayé. Chapeau rond, garni de fleurs et de ruban.

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1. Ensemble in swallow gray muslin, lettuce green velvet and black velvet. — Plain round skirt, adorned at the top with two points formed by narrow velvets and fancy buttons. Fitted bodice, open in front on a light satin underside, velvet trim laid in ridges, held by jeweled buttons, stand-up collar and lingerie collar. One piece sleeves. Toque of flowers and silk muslin.

2. Ensemble in gray cloth and black silk muslin. Round, plain skirt, bodice-jacket with flat peplum, the front trimmed with a double collar falling over the sleeves, trimmed with silk muslin, silk muslin bow, gathered waistcoat topped with a turn-down collar trimmed with stitching. One-piece plain sleeves. Straw hat decorated with feathers and velvet.

3. Ensemble in very light beige wool. Round skirt, trimmed on the sides with small jeweled buttons and very narrow black velvet. Bodice gathers in front on a guipure yoke, finished with buttons and small velvet, gathered waistcoat in cream silk muslin. Round ribbon belt, laced in front, same way at the collar, ruffle at the neckline, sleeves decorated with small buttons and velvet, the top very raised, plain back. Tulle canopy decorated with taffeta and lace.

4. Ensemble in gray alpaca, white chiffon and stem green velvet. Round skirt, open at the top on velvet tips seeming to be held by small silver braid and buttons, pleated silk muslin blouse with accordion pleats, covered by a bolero trimmed with jet and steel braid, collar and belt draped in velvet, Medici collar in velvet. Draped sleeves from the top, velvet trimmed. Hat trimmed with lace and a bird.

5. Suit in cigar and cream fancy fabric. Plain round skirt, gathered at the back. Fitted bodice, crossed on the side and stapled, faux velvet collar trimmed, straight collar in striped fabric. Round hat, trimmed with flowers and ribbon.

[littlelioncub43]

I think I'd like to tie up Tom Grant and lick whipped cream off of him tonight. Since it's a special occasion and all. 👅

I hate him (i love him so much it hurts)

"I thought this was supposed to be a present," he whines for the millionth time, his head rolling on the pillow while he looks up at you. The ties held his arms and legs in place securely to each of the four bedposts, leaving him exposed, naked, and at your mercy completely.

"It is, Tommy, just relax," you giggle and give him a sweet kiss to placate him once more. He sighs into your mouth, relishing the softness of your lips and the silk of your robe against his bare skin. "One more complaint outta you, and I'll gag this pretty mouth of yours, do you understand me?"

"Yes," he gasps out, he loves when you're like this; so calm and gentle yet still in control and so fucking powerful. You grin at his compliance and peck his lips once more.

"Good boy," you feel his cock throb happily between your bodies at the praise. Straddling his waist, you finally sit in his lap, his hard on nestling against your core through the robe.

"F-Fucking hell," he curses under his breath before licking his lips to smile up at you excitedly. You can't help but smile back at him as you begin to untie the robe. "Yes, take it off for me, baby, wanna see you," he sighs, his eyebrows tilting up in a gentle plead.

"You wanna see me, Tommy?" You coo and play with the tie a little longer to listen to him beg a few more times. He's been dying to see whats under your robe ever since you walked out of the bathroom and swatted his wandering hands away.

"Yes. Yes, please, wanna see you, love," he begs softly, nodding eagerly and trying to sit up as straight as he can to get the best view.

Finally, you unravel the tie and let the teal silk fall from your body. Tom knew you'd put on something pretty for him, but fucking hell, he wasn't prepared for the treat that you hid underneath.

The dusty blue lingerie set was going to be seared into his brain, he was sure of it. The way the bra was cupping your breasts was downright sinful. Pretty clusters of fabric flowers etched in lace over the silky satin of the cups and panties seemed to call his name, begging for his hands to feel their petals. The garter belt that is cinched around your waist leads his eyes to the expanse of your torso and thighs, the soft skin there peeking out from behind the straps and bands that wrapped you up deliciously. Then your panties, oh God Almighty, your panties were Tom's favorite: matching silk satin covered in the darker blue lace, an embroidered 'T' adorning the space just above your honeypot.

"Oh, Jesus Christ," he moans shamelessly, pulling at the ties repeatedly. "Fucking hell, baby, s-so fucking gorgeous, Jesus, how are you fucking real? Fuck me, oh God," he rambles and stares at you as lust swallows his irises.

You simply giggle at him, letting him babble to himself while you reach for the hidden can of whipped cream you stashed under the other pillow. The moment he sees the can, he's grinning like mad.

"You've got to be kidding?" He chuckles, half whining and half excited to see where this goes. When you nod with your own laugh, he's laying back on the bed, his eyes shut as he resigns himself to his fate. "You're the best fucking thing that's ever happened to me, love, ya know that—AH!"

A cold line of whipped cream lands at the center of his chest, sending goosebumps all along his pale skin, his cock flexing happily against your crotch. You both share another laugh, your smile lasting even as you slowly dip down to lick the sweet cream from him with an appreciative moan. Tom moans with you as your hot tongue glides along his chest, a delicious contrast to the cold topping. He watches as your sinful tongue licks the white cream from your gorgeous lips, wetting his own when you lean down to kiss him.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, too, Tommy," you whisper against him before giving him another mind-numbing kiss.

"Love you," he whispers through passionate kisses, "love you so much, keep going, please."

"Love you too," you mumble before sitting up straight again, can in hand. "Now where were we?"

Part 2???

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