#crossdressing warning

[shadowlflightt]

I told you I would get freaky eventually, sorry not sorry. Click here to read on ao3 or scroll for raw html link below

Rated: Explicit Relationships: Shadow the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog, Rouge the Bat & Shadow the Hedgehog Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Sonic and Shadow are a new couple here, Crossdressing, Humiliation, Embarrassment, Undernegotiated Kink, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Modern Ish idk, Top Sonic the Hedgehog, Bottom Shadow the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog Has Black Arms Biology, Intersex Shadow the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog-centric, Light angst in ch 1, Shadow the Hedgehog Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Shadow is bad at feelings.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63682141/chapters/163246036

[keirientez]

[buffaloborgine]

I have the weirdest ideas of the gang doing cosplay on Puella Magi Madoka Magica and it's just like this.

Sorry (not sorry lol)

[borealing]

just saw someone asking for wlw/queer shows about women and the op reccd myatb because they sometimes hc huaien as nb/transfem

[moonlightfilly]

i've been totally consumed reading Kaleidoscope of Death it's too much fun i love gay horror

[dragon-dicks]

it's me again. you know what time it is.

much like the possible realization that the gender crisis is why I don't like omegaverse and its tropes, I'm also wondering if it isn't also why I'm aggressively averse to pre-op/non-op/nearly any kind of fem-presenting appearances or headcanons for otherwise typically masculine/implied cis male characters as well.

like on the one hand I do think some people genuinely go *way* too far and will post shit that's basically right on the border of repackaged gender essentialism. I guess it's to...try and stick it to the cishets? maybe?

(you know, stuff that's really steeped in the ideas of "fem traits Good, masc traits Bad" and "this is a male character I like, and he must be Good for me to like him, therefore he can't be masc, he must be fem in some way to be Good").

on the other there's no way everyone who makes that specific, gender-nonconforming material is doing it for that reason. sometimes it's the artist being autobiographical. sometimes it's just what the person finds hot. sometimes it's an earnest attempt at some kind of representation.

and yet my discomfort with almost all forms of that content is definitely too prevalent for some boogieman of gender essentialism to be the sole reason for it.

[plaid-maniac]

I know it’s not the most popular way of doing it but modern Chrobin is best when it is described as 5d gender chess person x guy experiencing bi awakening

[deathmatch90]

if you post fetish art in a characters main tags you are actually the worst

[dreamidoodles]

Emergency Contact in which the mission goes Wrong. some undercover ratiorine, some crossdressing but heavy on the emetophobia warning !! and mentions of drugs/poison

end!

”peacock” is their code word they use when there’s an emergency on either side (it was ratio’s idea), the poison ratio drank is aventurines eye color (not literal, just for the sake of visuals and i did try to keep this on the lighter side

i did this all for ratio whump

[hellsslibrary]

Sae + feminization and breeding kink please I need it

You can make him an omega too if you want

"Come on, dude. Skirts were originally made for men, they rock them way better than girls..."

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : THIS WAS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER WRITTEN. If anything, for the script I took that extra scene where they assumed Sae was a crossdresser, but if he really was and that makeup bag wasn't from Aiku's ex, yeah. So you can imagine that picture of Sae.

!!Warnings: crossdressing, light feminization, breeding kink (obviously), top!reader, bottom!Sae, no dom/sub boundaries, but Sae is a little more dominant if you choose (sorry, power bottom Sae world domination), praise and worship, riding, thoughts about what Sae would be like if he were a girl, but they're not serious, at the end Sae puts lipstick on your lips because I thought it was cute.

The soft rustle of the sheets, Sae's almost inaudible sighs, your moans, the slight groaning of the bed and the slapping of bodies against each other echoed in the large bedroom. Your eyes were fixed on Sae's calm and contented face as he slowly rode your cock.

His damn long eyelashes were even more visible because of the mascara on them, his lips were tinted with cute pink lipstick, and his cheeks were blushing not only from your actions with him. There were gold earrings in his ears, as well as a small necklace around his neck. On his torso was your shirt, which was not buttoned up, and on his hips was a regular pleated skirt and fuck... It was the hottest view in the world.

"So... What were you angry about when you came?" you ask, breaking out of your thoughts about admiring the perfect man on your cock, forcing him to open his eyes and look at you.

"I'm not angry, just a little disappointed. This infantile striker from the U-20 was rummaging through my bag... Found makeup there," Sae says evenly, interrupted by a light sigh from his lips as your hips slightly moved up during his bouncing. "They put it down to the fact that I have a girlfriend or something. It doesn't matter, don't think about it."

"You? A girlfriend? Funny..." you giggle, squeezing his waist tighter, which is why he started pushing on your shaft a little harder, pressing his hips on you. "When you reveal our relationship, it's obviously... Will make them disappointed? What should people think in such a situation? I don't know."

"I'm telling you, don't think about it. Even if they thought it was mine, it doesn't matter at all," Sae shakes his head at your thoughts, tightening his grip on your chest, leaving red marks from his nails there.

"Mmm, what do you think you would look like if you were a girl? Well, I mean, your breasts... I think it would be small, it would suit you. Maybe A-cup? Maximum B-cup..?"

"Idiot, what are you thinking about? If I were a girl, nothing would have changed... You just wouldn't get out of my cunt," the midfielder whispers, frowning slightly, moving his hips in a circular motion and then shrugging his shoulders. "But I think so. Small breasts sound logical. You are gay, why are you having such thoughts?"

"I don't know... You'd be such a queen... You're still the queen, though," you chuckle, lightly pressing on Sae's lower back, making him arch back, admiring his slender but muscular curves.

He just raises an eyebrow at these words, but doesn't pay attention to them, closing his eyes again and just focusing on how your cock feels inside him.

But your eyes didn't close for a second. How could they when a literal deity was riding your dick? Exactly, no way. You tried to absorb his every reaction, the way his breathing hitches, the way his hips twitch, the way his eyelashes flutter, the way he bites his lip to hide his moans, all of it.

You would literally worship this body without ceasing, if it were physically possible, of course. He would kiss every inch of you, come up with the most original and romantic epithets just for him, just for the beautiful man in front of you.

"Sae?"you ask carefully, looking at him, and his only reaction is to mumble. "You like it when I'm in your bussy, right?"

Sae's eyes immediately open and he stops his movements, looking at you with such a disapproving look that even your cock inside Sae moves from humiliation... Or something else.

"What is it... Bussy?" He's asking, even though he clearly doesn't want to know the answer to that question, judging by your face, which is red with shame and obvious excitement.

"Pussy. Man's. Like a boy plus a pussy and you get a bussy..."

Sae just blinks slowly at your explanation, and then sighs as expected. After all, what did he expect from you? And he resumes his movements, making you whimper softly at the feeling of him squeezing around you.

"Yes, I like it," he whispers confidently, flicking your nipple, which makes you blush even more, but you're clearly smiling contentedly, and then you raise yourself up on your elbows and kiss him.

The elder Itoshi just sighs, but puts his hands on your shoulders, responding with a kiss, which is why most of you have to push into him obviously not rhythmically, given the not particularly comfortable position, but it doesn't matter. The way his lips slide against yours and you feel the faint taste of chocolate from his lipstick, the way he moaned softly into your mouth was enough.

He pulls away first when he notices that you're whimpering from lack of movement and gently pushes you back onto the pillows, eyeing you. A barely visible smile suddenly appears on his face, only the corners of his lips turn up.

"Sae, why are you smiling, hmm?" you ask, rubbing his sides, thinking maybe he's amused by your impatience or something, but the next second he grabs your chin, grabbing something from the bedside table and opening it.

"You look good with my lipstick," he whispers, carefully smearing the lipstick on your slightly moist, pouty lips, and then pulling away, slowly running his thumb along the edge of your lips, where his own lipstick smeared after the kiss. "You also obviously enjoyed the taste, no?"

"If you were on my face, it would be even better... Mmm!" escapes your lips, but Sae just snorts and kisses you again, grabbing your chest and slightly accelerating his hips, swallowing your moans with pleasure.

"You're going to be an even better boy and make me cum, and I'll think about it, okay?" Sae asks, whispering it into your lips, narrowing his gaze when he looks at your lust-clouded eyes, and after your quick nod, he just kisses you gently on the cheek.

[ventique18]

Warning: a bit of a rant and more twst worship lol

Me: *glazes twst*

Someone: "well your point is invalid because this one specific character from an obscure game dresses in socially defined feminine clothes. Therefore joseimuke games in general are just as good as twst." (<- Referring to a game where there's literally just one crossdressing character)

Well good for him! 👍 Doesn't take away from the fact that Twisted Wonderland is one of the better games out there though, considering the majority of mainstream joseimuke and otome games out there that majority of the population plays-- ARE rigid when it comes to fashion expression.

Representation is important, yes, so it's very much appreciated for one such character to be present. But the thing is, twst takes it one step further by normalizing that most men in their universe don't assign gender to clothes and just wear whatever the fuck they want. I think that's more important than having one character as "unique" while everyone else is made from the same socially conforming mold.

Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course. There are plenty of characters in twst that prefer to be traditional most of the time. But the good thing about that is that they will wear something outside of their usual preference when they need to. They don't find that weird.

And of course, there are also a lot of games out there as explorative as twst and that's great! Posts appreciating a game for doing something right while criticizing the genre in general just means that there're not enough titles that empower this idea. I think games are a good way to normalize the message that everyone should be allowed to wear what they want, and it's up to them, not society, to define beauty.

Men can be handsome and powerful while wearing makeup everyday; Vil and Malleus show us this. At the same time, you can be a woman who likes dresses but is stronger than anyone else, like how Maleanor presents herself. But that doesn't mean that women are required to pretty herself up; you can be a cool woman in a male dominated field, like Dylla Spade is.

Tldr while twst is not perfect, it's surprisingly excellent at breaking social norms and presenting how beautiful individual preferences are. There are other games good at this too, of course, but one look at popular games makes it obvious that we still have a long way to go. Twst being so open about this topic is a great step forward for the industry in general.

[altamira-a]

I was reading Lou Sullivan's 'Information for the Female to Male, crossdresser and transexual' (Which is a very interesting look into the 80's trans space and mindset, I highly recommend. Though be warned it is of the times and uses now outdated terms.)

But every so often he would include little blurbs about historical transmascs/crossdressers, (depending on the story the line is blurred) and this is definitely my favourite. I'd pay to hear these stories.

[illubean]

Miniskirt ♡

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto Type: NSFW, NoCurse!au, Fem!Reader, Bi!SatoSugu

wrote this cus @maddie-jayne put the idea out there 😏 mayhaps an alternate ver/part 2 where Geto is in the skirt next?

Warnings: NSFW reader discretion advised (threesome, crossdressing, sub!Gojo, switch!Geto & reader, handjobs, blowjobs, satosugu are kissboys, maybe butt stuff, Geto is a lil mean, they touch bananas, gojo gets called princess, just FILTH) also this ended up being very long so yeah

It was unusual for Geto to come home without being greeted by at least one of his partners. Usually one, if not both of you, would get home before him and await his return, greeting him sweetly the minute he steps through the door. But today, there was nothing. He could tell that both you and Gojo were home, judging by the fact your shoes were left on the rack and house slippers now missing.

Confused, the black haired man took his shoes off and set his things down before heading up to your shared bedroom. As he neared, he heard muted giggles coming from behind the partially closed door.

Geto opened the door fully to find Gojo sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in your clothes while you stood in front of him with a tube of lip gloss in your hand. Gojo was in one of your frilly pink tops with a white miniskirt to match, makeup having just gotten finished as you reached towards your makeup bag to restore it's contents and move it to the floor.

The white haired man was the first to notice the presence of your boyfriend, leaning against the doorframe with a sly smirk on his face.

"We'll it looks like you two had fun today."

You jumped, slightly startled by his sudden appearance and turned around to face Geto.

"Welcome home, Sugu! Isn't our 'toru so pretty?"

You placed your hands around his slim waist, guiding him to stand up and show Suguru the whole fit.

"I think he's beautiful, my love."

He approaches the both of you, giving each of you a quick kiss on the lips. Satoru had been uncharacteristically quiet throughout this entire ordeal, a light blush dusting his cheeks that Suguru wasn't able to notice until he got closer. Upon noticing this, he grabs the white haired man's face and directs him to look into his eyes.

"What's the matter sweetheart?"

"It's nothing. I'm okay-"

A sinister giggle sounded at his response, as both men turned to look at you; Geto confused and Gojo flustered. You grip the bottom of Gojo's (or really your) skirt and flipped it up to show Suguru what was underneath.

Satoru's cock strained against a pair of your panties, pink lace barely able to contain much of anything. It left little to the imagination. He tried to reach for your hands and pull the skirt back down, but you only swatted his hands away and pulled him to sit against your chest while you settled against the headboard of your shared bed.

"C'mon 'toru, the whole point of this was to see how pretty you are. Don't get shy now."

The man let out a whimper as you reached your hands around to his front, slipping your hands underneath the shirt you put him in to caress his abs, making your way up to his perky nipples. All of Satoru's usual confidence melted away as you touched him, all while Suguru watched. You pulled one of your hands away from Satoru, using it to beckon the black haired male towards the two of you as you planted hot, open mouth kisses against Satoru's neck.

Suguru obliged, settling between Satoru's legs as he leaned in to give him a passionate kiss on the lips. The white haired man moaned and whined into his boyfriend's mouth while you continued to touch his overly sensitive nipples, leaving a trail of hickeys down his neck.

You maneuver yourself from behind Satoru, settling beside the two men to reach between them and free your snowy-haired boyfriend's weeping cock from it's dainty confines. A pleasured yelp leaves his kiss bitten lips which gets swallowed up by Suguru as you offered a few languid strokes.

Satoru grips the back of Suguru's shirt, pulling away from him momentarily, panting from the lack of air and the feeling of your thumb stroking his leaky tip.

"Thouch me more. Please," he whines, craving more than the lazy flicks of your wrist that you're giving him. Chucking, you turn to see Suguru beginning to get just as flustered, ears burning red and cock straining painfully against his trousers. You tug against the ravenette's waistband, signaling for him to press himself impossibly closer to Satoru as you make quick work of freeing him as well.

He scoots closer, both of their members now touching as you grip both of them, jerking them both off at the same time. A satisfied groan leaves Suguru as Satoru lets out shallow, whiny breaths, hips twitching into your touch.

"I knew Satoru was easy, but are you really so worked up already? It was only a little kissing, Sugu," you teased. One hand rested at the base of their cocks, steadying them as you lean down to spit on their tips, mixing with the slick of precum and aiding the glide of your other hand.

"'m not easy!" Satoru whines, despite the pulsing of his cock. All of you knew it didn't take much for him to finish, and by the blush that made its way across his face and down to his shoulders he was close.

"'Course not, princess. Lets see how many times you can cum before Suguru does, hm?"

As if on cue, Satoru's back arches against the headboard as a loud moan leaves his lips, cum spurting over your hand and onto your other boyfriend's cock as well. You continued your ministrations, ignoring the white haired man's pathetic pleas as he continued to twitch against your hand.

"Too much! 'S too much-"

"Come on, baby, I haven't even gotten to finish yet," Suguru quips, cutting the white haired man off by gripping his face. Tears pricked at the corner of his baby blue eyes, his body feeling hot and overstimulated. There was nothing he could do but just sit there and take it, your strokes never faltering and Suguru pulling him into a heated kiss.

You watched as their tongues tangle together, pressing your thighs together at the erotic scene. You'd be lying if you said all of this didn't have an affect on you. Seeing both of your boyfriends make out in front of you with their cocks pressed together between your hands had your pussy drooling.

You settle yourself between the two men, tongue poking out to swipe across both of them before your lips wrapped around their blushing heads. Suguru grunts, pulling away from Satoru's lips to bite harshly into his shoulder. Your snowy haired boyfriends moans and whimpers got increasingly louder, his eyes lidded with a mix of lust and embarrassment as tears of pleasure slipped down his cheeks.

"W-wait! If you do that I'm gonna- Ohh, I'm cumming!!"

Satoru's moans were borderline pornographic as he reached his second climax of the night, spilling your seed into your mouth as his hips jutted upwards.

His rosy, tear stained cheeks and the feeling of your tongue was enough to push Suguru over the edge, finishing shortly after his boyfriend's second orgasm.

You caught as much of their seed as you could, sitting up and pulling Suguru into a filthy kiss, sharing the taste of both him and Satoru. The ravenette groans, hand wrapping around to the back of your neck to pull you even closer.

Satoru sat himself up completely, pawing at the both of you. In typical Satoru manner, he couldn't bear not having all eyes on him, even if he was just complaining about how the attention was too much. Suguru releases you as you lean in to kiss your other boyfriend, rolling his eyes playfully.

"You're such a needy bitch, 'toru."

"Sugu, don't be mean!"

"But I'm right, aren't I? Besides, you haven't gotten much action, pretty. So good to us, we can't forget about her now, can we?" Suguru purrs, reaching a hand into the waistband of your shorts. His fingers slid over the wet spot of your panties. You gasp as he presses them firmly against your clothed clit.

You move to position yourself in front of Satoru, skirt flipped up, cock still impossibly hard and in full display. Suguru was stood behind you, removing the rest of his own clothing before stripping you as well. He caresses the smoothness of your ass, aligning himself with your entrance while he looked down at the both of you.

"God, both of you are so pretty like this," he moans as he bottoms out. You let out a shaky breath at the newfound intrusion to your warmth, nuzzling your face into Satoru and placing kisses across his length.

"That's right, just focus on him, baby. Focus on 'toru while I take care of this pussy."

You whine as Suguru took you from behind, trying your best to focus while begging to suck Satoru off. His fingers laced through your hair while you took him in, one hand fondling his balls while the other teased at the rim of his puckered hole.

He squealed as you pushed one of your fingers into him, pulling at the stands of your hair with his back arched. His reaction had you clenching around Suguru, which draws pleasured noises out of him as well.

Suguru pumped his length into you with incredible speed, cock head reaching depths you otherwise wouldn't know existed. The added resistance of you clenching around him made it all the more pleasurable as you felt the glide of every single ridge and vein inside of you. One hand rested against your hip while the other wrapped around you to rub your clit.

This causes you to pull off of Satoru with a loud yelp. You pant as you rest your face against one of his thighs, one hand leaving his balls to stroke his length. You pushed a second finger into his ass, pumping them in and out as they curled into his prostate. Satoru was already quick to finish, but the simulation from both ends has him nutting once again, spurts coating your hand and face. If things keep going like this, he'll end up shooting blanks.

You let out a fucked out giggle, finally giving the guy's dick a break. Your hands caressed lovingly over his milky thighs, only to grip them tightly as Suguru pulls your head up by the front of your throat.

He held you flush against his chest, bullying his cock deep inside of you while still playing with your poor clit. You turn your head to look at him. At some point, his bun came undone and now his inky black locks spilt down over his shoulders. He plants his mouth on yours, tongue swirling with yours momentarily before he pulls away. Strings of spit kept you connected before wearing thin and breaking, dark eyes staring passionately into your own.

"Look at 'toru, baby. I want you to look at him, show him how good we make you feel."

With his demand he moved his grip to your cheeks, thrusting into you with vigor as you made eye contact with the snowy haired man in front of you.

His bright eyes were still damp from his tears, droplets clinging to his lashes like crystals. His chest heaved as he continued to recover from the pure ecstasy he felt moments before, dick sticky and spent, laying against his abs.

You moaned at the sight before you, eyes rolling back as you came around Suguru. His hips continued to smack against your ass, heavy balls swinging before you hear a soft 'oh, fuck' as his seed spills into you. Suguru stills for a moment, releasing all of him before pulling out from inside your silky walls.

You signed in content, crawling up Satoru's body and settling against his chest. Suguru's cum dripped out of you slowly, pooling on Satoru's abdomen.

Suguru settles beside the both of you as you lean your head forward to kiss Satoru on the cheek.

"Maybe you should wear my clothes more often."

[reallyromealone]

This isn't a request but I'm brain rotting rn about imagining Emma is once again at a toman meeting with another 'girl' and Draken of course scolds her and is like "Don't go bringing your schoolmates to a gang meeting," but it's actually reader crossdressing and Mikey's new bf

Thank you, bye bye I had to tell somebody and I thought you would like it. 🤧

Title: cross dressing

Fandom: Tokyo revengers

Pairing: Mikey x reader

Warnings: slight au, male reader, cross dressing, fluff

Notes: made some slight alterations for the sake of hahas

🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

Mikey was slightly annoyed as he heard his younger sister brought someone to a Toman meeting, the girl making friends at university and he often saw her friends when he got home from gang stuff or helping shinichiro with his shop on occasion.

What he wasn't expecting was (name) to be dressed in cute feminine clothes and a mini skirt, tucked flat-- Mikey chuckled silently to himself as he knew (name) probably regretted letting Emma get into drag racing shows. Draken scolded the girl as (name) glanced around and saw Mikey leaned back on his chair with his legs spread, slicked back blond hair showing off his tattoos as he winked before blowing out smoke from his cigarette.

(Name) And Mikey had recently begun dating, the blond initially hesitant when he learned Emma had a male friend and Draken nearly hostile at his girlfriend being so close to the cute boy but they quickly realized that (name) was not interested in Emma or any other girl.

What Draken didn't know was that Mikey immediately went on the hunt, practically popping up anywhere (name) was to flirt with him and eventually begin dating him.

So when the twenty-one year old saw his boyfriends bare thighs swished slightly by stockings and that cute skirt, (name) looked nervous at the look he gave him though... The Toman underlings who stood in position in the back garden of Toman headquarters didn't see the look as their boss being a horny bastard but instead saw it as annoyed.

To be fair, Mikey was incredibly hard to read.

"She can stay but she has to stay out of the way, we aren't responsible if she gets hurt" Draken sighed and kissed Emma's forehead as the blond girl beamed up at the tattooed man "thanks Kenny!" She said sweetly and the giant of a man grumbled but didn't say anything.

(Name) Sat with Emma quietly as they started their meeting, Emma and (name) chatting amongst themselves and working on a project, (name) explaining his half and what he was doing.

They didn't even notice the meeting end until Mikey wandered to them "oi" he said passively as (name) looked up confused and Mikey raised his hand, many members holding their breaths only for Mikey to grip (name)s neck and kiss him softly "what" Baji said confused, he was fully ready to get the cute girls number but seems Mikey got to her first.

"What's with the clothes? They look weird" he asked confused and mitsuya looked up from his laptop, working on business expenses that he will be sending to Koko later "Mikey! Don't tell a girl her clothes look weird! That's rude!"

"But (name) isn't a girl" Mikey said bluntly as he plopped beside (name) and draped himself over the other "I just made (name) wear girl clothes, he owed me a favor" Emma said sweetly "besides he looks cute! Don't judge my fashion Mikey!"

"Wait, she's a dude?" Pah said confused and (name) nodded "yeah "

"Wait why did Mikey kiss you?" Chifuyu was also confused, a group of grown ass men who ran a notorious gang and made illegal millions couldn't figure out was a relationship for the life of them.

"(Name)s my boyfriend" Mikey said bluntly, Draken connecting the dots fast.

That would explain why Mikey went to a specific apartment often.

And based on how he played with (name)s skirt...

He would be going back pretty damn soon.

[starboye]

starring: bucky barnes x male reader

request: Hey, can you write a Bucky x bottom male reader smut? Y/N is a crossdresser and shows Bucky his new lingerie.

warnings: smut, sweet pet names, fingering innuendos, cursing

this was buckys favorite time of the week, you had just went out shopping with all your friends and bought home some new sexy clothes to try on and you know you have to give him a walk through of it all, trying and the different clothes and asking for his opinion on it, but it seems todays items were a little different.

"and what's these darling" bucky asks picking up a piece of lacy underwear from the bag before you snatch them away "i'll show you later" you smile skipping your way into the bathroom, bucky could hear you all giggly as you put on the slutty clothes seeing as you might be a little long he sat down on the couch, legs spread wide open waiting for his babyboy.

"so what do you think" you asks walking out in some sultry lingerie that had bucky quickly closing his legs to hide his growing erection "fuckin' hell you're gonna be the death of me darling" bucky muttered taking your hand and spinning you around to admire how the little clothing clung to your body so well before he pulled you onto his lap.

"wait i have to show you the other ones" you try to push off him but he pulls you right back to him and starts kissing your neck "no i wanna get a closer look at this one" bucky says leaving hickeys across your collarbone, his cold metal hand reaching down to grope your ass while his human on kept a tight grip on your neck.

"you look so fuckin' sexy y/n" he says pulling the underwear down to run his metallic fingers over your hole "no bucky not that one" you warn him before he caught his mistake and brought his human hand down to start fingering you open when he felt something wet already there, w-was that lube?

"already ready for me huh baby" bucky chuckles watching how you turn embarrassed as he figures out you wanted him to fuck you "i just need it bucky" you cling to him, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and he gives in, lifting you up slightly to finally free his aching hard cock to you which you instinctively try to touch "nope not this time darling let me take care of it" bucky coos.

he spits into his hand before lathering that on his cock, making sure it's nice and wet before he slides it into your tight hole, sucking him in so easily like a good boy, his hands find their way around your hips and bounce you up and down on his cock, listening to your moan out whimpers and whines as you feel his grip tighten on you.

"fuck bucky" you whine hiding your face in the crook of his neck, the scruffiness of his beard itching at your cheeks, he chuckled as he watch you struggle to handle him as if you guys didn't fuck just before you left today "you like that sweetcheeks" bucky teases you, his movements into you becoming rougher and rougher as he feels his climax creeping up.

"where do you want it" bucky quickly asks, reveling in the sound when you say "inside me daddy" with that whiny little voice making him cum on the spot, heavy breathes leaving both your mouths until bucky finally spoke up "how 'bout you show me that other outfit huh" he said jokingly but you actually did, limping your way to try on the next set of lingerie that would end up the same one that one has.

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[thevampclaudia]

Backstage Pass

Rockstar Lestat de Lioncourt x Fem!Reader

Summary:

“Here,” you said, your voice so low it was almost a whisper, “Lie back and let me fix your makeup, baby.” Slowly, Lestat laid back on the couch, and you positioned yourself on top of him. Still straddling him, you leaned in close with makeup and brushes in hand. You looked down at him through eyes that were heavy-lidded with lust, and he returned your gaze with equally all-consuming need. Your lips were mere centimeters apart and you ached to close the distance, but not yet…no, the show must go on.” A short, smutty fic inspired by the revelation that Lestat was wearing a DRESS (!!!) in the IWTV season 3 promo.

Word count: 1,964

Warnings: MDNI - 18+ only, explicit sex, rough sex, teasing, biting, marking, switch!Lestat, unprotected sex, crossdressing, some very mild degradation.

a/n: reader is afab but no description is provided; this is shamelessly inspired by this photo that has lived rent free in my fantasies for YEARS lmao

“Everything okay in there?” You asked, fidgeting nervously on the plush sofa in Lestat’s dressing room. He had gone into the bathroom to change; not like his usual exhibitionist self, you thought, stifling a grin. At least 5 minutes had passed since he had disappeared into the cramped bathroom, and you were beginning to worry just a bit. What worried you most, however, is that for a whole five minutes, he had remained completely silent - even more out of character for your beloved silver-tongued exsanguinator.

“Lestat?” You called as you rapped softly against the bathroom door. Just as you leaned closer to press your ear against the door, it swung open, and you jumped back in surprise with a little shriek. You played it off with a laugh and took a moment to collect yourself before turning to him. “Shit, babe, you scared me-” When you turned, you breath caught in your throat and your words escaped you - immediately washed away like the tide as you took in the glorious, libertine, fucking hot sight before you.

The statuesque blonde vampire stood haughtily in the doorway, looking you up and down. A knowing smile spread across his lips as he watched your cheeks flush, just at the sight of him. He stepped closer to you, and you took your sweet time admiring him, drinking in every little intoxicating detail.

He was all ready for the night’s show, but tonight he was trying out a different look than usual. Lestat wore a long, black dress made of sheer fabric that hugged every curve of his body.The dress was sleeveless with a low, plunging neckline that showed just enough of his bare chest to be perfectly obscene. As your gaze traveled down his form, you saw that the dress had two long slits running all the way up each side. They exposed every inch of his pale thighs, and your eyes followed this tempting expanse of bare skin all the way back up over his hips, to where his Adonis belt peeked out from underneath his skirt.

Smoky black eyeliner rimmed his light blue eyes, giving them even more definition. It was all too much for you to handle - this maenadic beast before you, commanding every ounce of your attention and holding all your desires right in the palm of his hand. Fuck. His face darkened into a debauched, hungry smile, watching you struggle to form a coherent thought. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and you almost hated him for it. Almost.

“How do I look?” He practically purred, slinking past you to lie on the couch with long, outstretched legs. You quickly sat beside him, your heart hammering wildly in your chest. Lestat reached out and pulled you closer, placing one hand on your thigh with a low chuckle.

“You look fucking…amazing,” you breathed, and reached up to run your fingers through his long, honey-blonde curls. He leaned into your touch, and you took this as an open invitation to trail your fingertips down his exposed chest. This earned you a heady sigh from him, and you took no small satisfaction in seeing him react to you so shamelessly. Usually he at least tried to feign disinterest for a little bit…after all, he loved a good cat-and-mouse chase. But this was different. His desire was palpable, and it charged the air between you with an irresistible electricity. And then you realized.

Oh.

It wasn’t just for you. He liked the outfit too.

“What do you think?” You asked, stroking his hair before groping his bare chest yet again, with more urgency this time. He groaned and let his eyelids flutter shut momentarily, exhaling shakily. “Look, baby,” you urged, tilting his chin up to look at himself in the dressing room mirror, “Look at how fucking hot you look right now, Lestat.” He did as he was told, never one to turn down an opportunity to admire his own reflection. You smiled, enjoying the way he eye-fucked himself so openly. It was strangely endearing.

Suddenly, he gripped the back of your head roughly, dragging you closer to him until your lips met in a feverish kiss. You settled yourself into his lap, straddling his hips as he slipped his tongue between your parted lips. He groped at you needily, palming your breasts and letting his hands roam over your curves. A small moan escaped your lips, and you broke the desperate kiss for just a moment to catch your breath. When you looked back up at him, you saw that both his lipstick and yours mingled in ruddy smudges on his face and around his lips. You giggled at the sight, smoothing his tousled hair - which he then proceeded to tousle even more - before wiping away the smudged lipstick from his face.

“Here,” you said, your voice so low it was almost a whisper, “Lie back and let me fix your makeup, baby.” Slowly, Lestat laid back on the couch, and you positioned yourself on top of him. Still straddling him, you leaned in close with makeup and brushes in hand. You looked down at him through eyes that were heavy-lidded with lust, and he returned your gaze with equally all-consuming need. Your lips were mere centimeters apart and you ached to close the distance, but not yet…no, the show must go on.

You grabbed a tube of corally pink lipstick from his vanity table and leaned in close, softly dabbing it across his lips - all while never breaking eye contact with him. “Oh, this color is much better for your complexion, amoureux.” You murmured playfully, and he scoffed at you, rolling his eyes. You took his distraction as a chance to skate a free hand down the length of his chest, his torso, slipping under his skirt to cup his groin. He gasped, and you felt his swollen cock twitch.

You let out a delighted groan as you traced your finger along a thin elastic waistband, feeling the sheer fabric of his black lace thong. You groped him greedily, and felt his bulge straining against the lace. The faintest whimper slipped past his parted lips, and he bucked his hips against you. “I need you,” he panted, and you grinned as you felt him twitch again.

“But I just fixed your makeup.” You protested. The vampire rolled his eyes once more.

“Bordel de merde,” he muttered impatiently, flipping you without warning and pinning you beneath him on the small sofa. You cried out in protest, but he quickly shut you up with another urgent kiss, his lips crashing against yours, claiming you. You caressed his hips, cupping his ass in your palms before digging your fingernails into the supple flesh. He whined as he began helplessly grinding against you, and tugging your lower lip between his teeth. Lestat bit down, drawing blood that he quickly lapped up with an obscene, guttural moan. You kissed him again, tasting the traces of your blood on his tongue and shivering.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You tugged at the waistband of his thong, yanking it down his thighs and letting his throbbing, hard cock spring free. You gripped his shaft, giving it a tug and running your thumb over the glistening head, smiling in delight as you felt precum already dripping there. He gasped at the sensation, before grabbing you by your wrists and pinning them above your head with supernatural speed.

You were completely at his mercy now, and he reveled in every second of it. Lestat let out a low growl, and roughly spread your legs apart with his knee. He could already feel how wet you were, and the growing heat of your arousal through the crotch of your panties. You blushed as he teased your clit through the damp cotton fabric,coaxing you to moan out his name. With his free hand, he pulled your panties aside, entering you with one long, deep thrust. “Fuck!” You cried out, and you felt yourself stretching around him.

He nuzzled against the crook of your neck, teasing the sensitive skin there with little kisses and nips that he soothed with his expert tongue. He thrust into you slowly at first, savoring your warmth and wetness before gradually increasing his rhythm. As he pushed himself deeper into your aching cunt, you felt him moan against your neck. His fangs grazed your delicate skin, sending a sick thrill through your core. Suddenly, he bit down, nearly pushing you over the edge. He fucked you savagely, and the cramped room filled with a vulgar symphony of moans and obscenities. Lestat made an indecent slurping sound as he drank deeply of you, and it was almost too much to bear. When he had his fill, he lapped at the fresh bite mark with his tongue, long and torturously slow licks that threatened to push you over the edge. Your thighs began to tremble as you crept closer to the brink of orgasm.

“That’s it, mon cher, give up that tough facade.” He goaded, with a sudden, deep thrust that made you throw your head back and scream. “I know what seeing me dressed like this does to you. I could see it all over your face,” Another achingly deep thrust, “I knew I could break you.” That was all it took. His words, his voice, his eyes on you…his hands holding you down so helplessly….that dress…and the way he rolled his hips into you, fucking you like he was determined to ruin you for anyone else. You came, hard, crying out his name and quivering as wave after wave of bliss racked through your body until you were spent. He kept going, only slowing his pace slightly. In and out, in and out, again and again. He released his grip on your wrists, and you tangled one hand in his long hair, using the other to drag your fingernails down his back. You felt him shiver at the sensation, and he let out a long, low groan. You tightened your hold on his hair, and he buried his face in your neck. He breathed deeply, trying to muffle the needy whimpers that betrayed just how close to coming he was.

Lestat’s brow furrowed, and he swore under his breath as you clenched yourself around his cock. In and out, in and out, he tried to keep going, but it was too much - he was barely holding on. He gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, fucking harder and faster until finally, at the very last moment, he pulled his cock out of you with a profane, wet sound. Shamelessly, all while maintaining eye contact with you, he stroked himself to completion into the soaking wet crotch of your panties.

“Keep these on for the entire show,” he growled in your ear, trailing kisses along the crook of your neck and across your jawline before gripping your chin in his hand, forcing you to look directly at him, “And don’t you dare change, mon coeur. I’ll know.”

“SHOWTIME, MR. LIONCOURT!” You heard his stage manager yell from outside the dressing room. His makeup and hair were utterly wrecked; anyone who saw him would immediately guess what had just occurred in this cramped little room. You both laughed, and he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead before flashing you a devastating smile as he bounded out the door, making his way to the stage. “This isn’t over, you know!” He called over his shoulder, always needing to have the last word. You took a moment to compose yourself, smoothing your hair and quickly fixing your makeup, before running to take your seat in the audience, just as the stage lights came up.

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