#garter belt to accentuate his waist

[gaywarcriminals]

I need Yue Qingyuan in lingerie. Put that man in lacy bras put him in strapy leather harnesses put him in tight silky panties to small for his massive d—

[wwooyology]

heyy can you write about ab riding smut of any member(s) you'd like

「note」 : anon I wanna kiss your beautiful brain! Gamer Heeseung has a death grip on me and so I present to you the cliche riding gamer boyfriend Heeseung while he games.

On The Downlow | L.HS

「paring」 : gamer!bf!heeseung x fem!reader 「word count」 : 2.2k

「synopsis」 : your boyfriend had a hard week at work, and you wanted nothing more than to pamper him and help him relieve his stress. but you barely made it past lunch when he went running to his video games. so you come up with a new plan that involves a new little lingerie set you bought just for him, but it doesn't exactly go as you planned it.

「genre」 : smut with little plot, a tinge of fluff, and crack

「warning」 : riding, unprotected sex (just don't), dom!heeseung x sub!reader, cursing, slight orgasm denial, exhibitionism, petnames (baby, babydoll, beautiful, brat, slut...), praising, degradation, heeseung spanks the reader like once, mentions of porn, lmk if I missed anything!!

“God dammit Jake I said your left!!” Heeseung shouted at his friend as his fingers furiously smashed on the keyboard keys. He had been at this since about noon when he got a message from Sunghoon telling him to hop on.

It was almost midnight now and the dinner that you had made for the both of you had long since gone cold. He had promised that he would only be on for a few hours then he was all yours. You knew better than to believe him because the outcome was always the same. He’d be on it for so long that you eventually just fall asleep.

However, you wanted to do something nice for your boyfriend seeing as he had a long week at work. You were going to try and help him relax, but he ran to the animated characters on the screen instead.

You sat on the edge of your shared bed, knees tucked under you as you watched him intently. Watching as his eyebrows furrowed when things took a wrong turn, the way his bottom lip would get stuck between his teeth during an intense match. You could feel the need getting stronger, the heat that was pooling in your gut was now turning into a raging fire.

“Hee.” You called out to the dark-haired male but got no response. Standing from the bed carefully you made your way over to the closet.

You were going to save this until you two could finally have some fun together, but now you had another plan in mind. Looking over your shoulder you could see Heeseung was still absorbed in his game so you quickly and carefully grab a shopping bag you had hidden. Peeking inside you made sure everything was still inside before tiptoeing to the bathroom.

With one glance at your boyfriend, you quietly shut the door and started to quickly strip out of your sleep clothes. You had bought a cute purple lace lingerie set just for Heeseung because you knew how crazy he got when he’d see you in purple. 

Once it was completely on you looked at yourself in the mirror, the fabric hugged your breast perfectly and the garter belt accentuated your waist beautifully. Your fingers grazed over the embroidered flowers as you smirked. You knew he’d absolutely love it.

Walking back into the room you were met with Heeseung screaming at Sunghoon about missing a shot which got him killed. You had to be quick otherwise he’d turn and look over to check on you while he was down. Sitting on the bed you grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around your body completely just as he looked over.

His eyebrows scrunched together as he pulled one side of the headphones off, “Baby what are you doing still awake?”

You met his eyes with a small pout, “I was waiting for you.” 

Heeseung smiled softly with a shake of his head, “I’m sorry beautiful, I’ll be done soon I promise.”

“That's what you said a few hours ago, Hee.” Your bottom lip jutted out and oh how Heeseung just wanted to go over and kiss you stupid, but he promised the guys a few more rounds.

“Just a few more rounds and I’m yours I swear.” With that, he turned back around when the guys called for him.

A smirk spread on your lips as you watched him get back into the match, barking orders. Carefully you removed the blanket from your body, standing up and making your way over to your unsuspecting boyfriend.

You waited until he was in the lobby waiting for the next round to make your move. Heeseung jumped slightly when he felt your hand on his arm, his eyes throwing a quick glance at you before going back to the screen. You rolled your eyes before tugging his hand off of the keyboard and climbing into his lap.

Heeseung hummed softly as he placed his hand on your lower back to steady your body. His eyes were torn away from the screen when he felt the lacey fabric under his fingertips. “Are you oka- fuck baby.” Heeseung’s eyes racked your body, his dick twitching in his sweats.

“Heeseung dude, what the fuck are you doing?” You could hear Jay through Heeseung’s headphones and you smirked at him. He glared at you as his grip tightened on your waist.

“Sorry, I’m back.” He grumbled as he moved closer to the desk successfully trapping you between his body and the hard surface. You could hear the boys teasing him as well as feel the heat rushing up his neck as you placed small kisses against his skin.

Heeseung bit down on his tongue to keep any noises from slipping as you bit and sucked on his sensitive skin. His eyes still focused on the screen trying his best to ignore your little antics. Your hands roamed over his body before finding his hardening cock, palming it softly.

He quickly muted the mic before grabbing your wrist, stopping your movements, and gaining your attention. Your eyes meeting his dark and hooded ones, you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh which Heeseung did not find too amusing.

“Do you think this is funny?” His voice dropped an octave as he pulled your hand away from his crotch. 

You just pouted, shoulders slouching, “You’ve been ignoring me all night.”

Heeseung had to bite back the smirk that was threatening to spread on his lips, “I told you that I was gonna play a few more rounds then I was yours.” You huffed before moving further up his lap, your core aching for some kind of attention. Heeseung watched your movements with a smug gaze, watching as you slowly rolled your hips against his, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. “You’re so impatient, baby.” A yelp left your lungs as Heeseung landed a harsh smack against the skin of your ass.

“Hee-” “Here’s the deal baby,” His hand grabbed your ass, squeezing harshly making you whimper, “since you want to be a needy little brat, you’re gonna ride my cock and you don’t get to cum until I tell you.” You whined knowing you wouldn’t last very long, not in the state that you were in now, but you nodded nonetheless. Heeseung chuckled before leaning closer to you, “Oh and try not to make any noise, you don’t want the boys to know how much of a desperate slut you are, right?”

You shook your head in protest because you both knew how vocal you were in bed, but Heeseung just ignored your protest as he unmuted his mic, apologizing when the string of curses from the boys came through.

It didn’t even take two minutes before you were scooting down your boyfriend's legs to untie his sweatpants. The need and lust started to cloud your mind, so much so that a whine left your lips when you pulled his pants and boxers down enough for his hard cock to spring free. 

Heeseung gave you a pointed look causing you to mumble an apology. You bit your lip as you grabbed his dick in your hand, pumping him slowly. You started to tease him because it was only fair. After all, he left you waiting for so long, right?

Heeseung closed his eyes as he tried to concentrate on the game in front of him, but it was growing increasingly difficult as your movements sped up. Your thumb swiped over his angry tip, spreading his pre-cum causing him to hiss.

“Yo dude, are you sure you’re good?” Jake asked and Heeseung coughed out an ‘I’m fine’ before glaring down at you.

You just met his eyes, feigning innocence but he knew better than that.

“I’ll be right back, I ran out of water,” His words were rushed as he muted his mic once more, ignoring the guy's protest. He removed your hand from his shaft before pulling you flush against him, “it seems like someone doesn’t wanna cum.”

“No-” “Then stop fucking teasing.” He growled against your lips causing you to whimper, but you nodded.

Heeseung released you and you quickly moved back a little bit to slide your panties to the side. He watched you intently as you grabbed his cock to line his tip with your dripping cunt. You slid down him slowly, savoring the stretch he gave.

Growing impatient Heeseung grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto him swiftly, causing a loud moan to leave your lips, fingers digging into his shoulders. He mumbled filthy things in your ear as he rubbed circles on your lower back.

“Now be a good girl and ride my cock while I play.” Heeseung kissed your temple before leaning forward to unmute his mic. However, his movement caused him to push deeper inside you and you quickly buried your face in his neck to muffle the whines. “Sorry guys, I'm back.”

You slowly rolled your hips against his until you fully adjusted to him. Quiet, breathy moans left your lips as you started to slowly bounce on your boyfriend's dick. His free hand rests on your hip, helping to keep you steady as your pace picks up.

“Fuck Seungie I-” You bit your lip hard as his tip brushed over your sweet spot, moans threatening to slip. 

As your pace increased you were sure that the guys could hear the wet, lewd sounds that were leaving your cunt, if they did they didn’t say a word. Heeseung was enjoying the way you tried to keep quiet, maybe a little too much. He knew that telling you to be quiet was like trying to tell a toddler to stop crying. It wouldn’t work, not for long at least. 

So he had a new goal in mind, he was going to make you break and finally release those pretty sounds you make. He didn’t care if his friends could hear, no he wanted them to hear you. He wanted them to know that you were his and that he was the only one who could make you feel this good.

With that, his grip on your hip tightened before he thrusted up into you harshly causing a loud gasp to leave your parted lips. Your eyes met his, not missing the sinister gleam as he continued to thrust into you.

“Hee- fuck.” You cried out as his tip kissed your cervix, not really caring if anyone could hear you. The way Heeseung’s cock was reaching all the right places felt good, too good to care.

“Dude, what the fuck was that?” “Was that y/n?” You could hear the boys on the headset and instantly bite your lip, quieting your noises once more.

Heeseung chuckled before moving his mic and kissing your cheek as you continued to ride him, “Go ahead baby, let them hear how good I make you feel.” 

With his permission, you released your lip as a choked moan tore through your lips, “Seungie I wanna cum, please.” You whined out as your movements grew sporadic, your thighs burning.

“Not yet baby, wait for me.” Heeseung’s voice came out soft, making you nod despite the need to cum. “Good girl.” You whined at the praise as your lips latched onto his skin, anchoring yourself so you wouldn’t cum too soon.

“Bro, are you for real watching porn right now?” Sunghoon groaned, causing the other guys to start laughing.

“Oh no, I’ve got something way better than porn on right now.” Heeseung chuckled before a groan tore through his throat as you squeezed around him. He couldn’t help but become amused when the guys all went quiet, realizing what was happening.

Heeseung moved away from the desk a little bit before leaning back in the chair. You removed your face from his neck when he grabbed your hips with both hands, watching with fucked out eyes as he helped you move along his cock.

“Go on, beautiful, let them hear how good Seungies cock makes you feel.” Heeseung groaned as you grabbed his shoulders, desperately trying to find your high.

“Seungie, it feels so good.” You whined out as your head fell back, “I wanna cum please.”

Heeseung’s dick twitched at your whiny voice and he knew he was close, there was no way he could deny you when he was almost there himself. He leaned forward placing harsh kisses along your jugular eliciting more whines from you.

“Cum for me babydoll.” He whispered huskily in your ear and that’s all it took for your orgasm to wash over you, cries of his name falling from your lips like a mantra as he continued to thrust up into you. After a few more harsh thrusts he painted your walls white, a throaty groan leaving his lips against your skin.

After you both came down from your highs you slumped against Heeseung, his cock still buried deep in your cunt. Your warm breath fanning his sweaty neck causes a shiver to go down his spine.

“YO WHAT THE FUCK HEESEUNG?!” Jay cursed at your boyfriend but the older male just chuckled as he rubbed your back soothingly.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” Heeseung teased, causing all of the boys to start shouting different excuses to defend themselves which only further amused your boyfriend.

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[anadiasmount]

my angel - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: being due to a gala in less than an hour, jude finds out a tiny secret you had, faced with the options of not going or having to cope with an angel that stood beside him all nigh...

wc: 1.2k | masterlist | jude's masterlist

psa🗣️: small fic/ blurb because i could not focus on the other one i was writing... let me know if you'd like a part two bc I have a request that fits perfectly with this one :PPP like always hope you enjoy! 🤍

“baby? you in here? we have to leave soon,” you could hear jude approach the room as you continued to stare at yourself in the mirror. you’d gone out with the girls earlier that day, having breakfast and sharing laughs then went shopping to get new clothes for the year. along with some other products you needed, with that purchase, you had the chance to stop by a lingerie store. you rarely bought the flimsy and intimate fabrics, but when you did, it was always an experience. 

jude’s never seen you in lingerie, just your undergarments when you changed or took off your clothes. when you bought lingerie you kept it hidden and wore it for yourself to feel confident and sexy, you had many sets but the one you wore right now had by far become your favorite. it felt soft and silky, rich and smooth against your skin, not like other fabrics that irritated or felt tight on you. 

it hugged your figure perfectly, pushing your boobs and making them sit pretty in the lacy padded flowery bra, the thong accentuating your hips and waist and giving you the hourglass figure. the thigh lace garters were attached to your waist belt, a thin band going around you, and small suspenders attached to each side. in some way it had elongated your legs, giving you the appearance to look taller, it could also be the heels. 

you could hear jude approach the room way closer, giving you no time to react or change when he walked in. you bit the inside of your bottom lip, fingers pinching the nail beds in your other hand nervous and anxiously, shifting your weight from one foot to another as he stood by the doorway watching you. jude wore a suit, a fitted suit that embraced the built figure that he had grown over the few months, veins decorating his hands as they clenched tightly. 

he slowly approached, his shoes tapping against the tiled floor, fingers coming to his chin as his eyes roamed your almost exposed figure. he had stepped behind you, now looking at your front through the mirror, your eyes meeting full of daze and lust. jude being the public figure he was had been invited to attend a gala, taking you along as his plus one for the evening. the white gown you’d be wearing for the evening hung in the closet, but for now, you wanted to wear this underneath. 

“jesus y/n…” jude croaked, his eyes disconnecting from you as he fully took you in. you could feel his eyes leave traces behind, as they wandered from the lacy flowery bra to your thighs clenched together. “what do you think?” you say lowly afraid of your voice and becoming intimidated by his daze on you. 

“what do i think?” jude took a silencing pause, “you look absolutely beautiful y/n… like an angel, my angel…” jude replied stepping closer to you as he still towered over you, his fingers tracing from your shoulders down to your hips slowly, goosebumps trailing as he touched. his left hand wrapped your front around your waist, jude took your hair and placed it to the side gently, kissing your shoulder softly and peppering kisses to your neck, nibbling your sweet spot, all the places he had access to. 

his heart fluttered hearing you giggle loudly, your hand placed on top of his, “when did you get this? hm?” he asked glancing up to see you cheekily smiling. “today when i went out with the girls! i got it to match with my dress.” 

suddenly jude felt like not going, wanting to stay in to appreciate the goddess he had in front of him in all white. it came as a shock to him when he walked in, he’d never seen you in such intimate loungewear that he couldn't process what was happening. he fell in love all over again, wanting to caress the skin and body you had, appreciating what was his. for the night and forever. 

“did you get this set only? or other ones as well?”

“i got this one only because my old one was just not giving for me,” you scrunched your nose in disappointment, thinking of the old ivory set that was itchy and rough. “hold on, old one?” jude asked his voice spiking up as it came to a surprise. how many sets did you have? and why were they hidden for so long? he asked himself. 

“yes, i have quite a lot in various colors, themes, and designs…” you admit shyly face growing hot, flushing as you have exposed a small secret to your boyfriend. jude couldn't believe that he was hearing, struggling to comprehend the fact you had lingerie all this time, it wasn’t a bad thing, quite frankly the opposite. his innocent girl wasn't so shy. if this was just one of the sets, he could picture the other ones you had. “yeah, we’re not going tonight.”

“jude what? we have to,” you laugh as he slowly turns you around, now chest to chest. although it was impossible, you could feel his heart beat faster as he stared down at you. you looked angelic as he previously said, your eyes giving the impression of a cat eye by the false lashes, lips full and plump by your red lipstick, and cheek contoured by the blush to highlight the details of your face. 

beautiful was one of the words jude thought, others he couldn't fully say by being mesmerized by you. 

you let his hand wander down to your bum, feeling as he gave it a soft squeeze, fitting perfectly in his palm. “how do you expect me to go out knowing you’re wearing this underneath?” jude asked, kissing the bridge of your nose. “it’s going to drive me mad, angel. i could take you here right now and show you what i think of this,” he said deeply referring to the lingerie. 

“but you won’t because we have a place to be at in less than an hour,” you say teasingly, your thumb tracing his facial features, jude relaxing to your touch on him. “you’ll just have to let it drive you mad because we're not going to do a single thing until were back here,” you state firmly, making jude smirk. your hands traveled from his muscles down to his chest to fix the tie that was loose, jude watching your every move. 

“you are going have to deal with it, the things you wanna do, hear, all that for the whole night. picture it, me and you, me wearing this while you make me cum? or maybe i am? to give my golden boy his reward?” you tippy-toed whispering into his ear, kissing the lobe as he held your waist firmly, thumbs stroking your sides. 

“maybe you just won't be able to resist it, thinking how i am wearing this over my dress. maybe taking me into a restroom, our car, somewhere hidden or private to satisfy that need… either way, you’ll have to be patient because we’re waiting to come back home to do all that, right?” you continued watching as jude struggled to have coherent words. 

“yeah, we will see about that, angel…”

[m4rv3l-girl]

Bucky and reader are FWB because bucky is scared to commit and reader has feelings for bucky but doesn't tell him so reader finds other ways to push them feelings away and because reader isn't really talking to bucky he steals readers phone to catch readers attention and the phone pings and a message from john walker comes through and bucky clicks on it and sees the pictures of reader in a lingerie set he gets jealous and asks her why she is sending those pictures to John walker and reader replies why you jealous? Not like I'm yours and bucky pins reader to the wall and says "doll you're mine" gives reader the best night of her life and in the morning deletes John's number from her phone

Yours, Only

Bucky x Y/N

Warnings: smut. Unprotected p in v sex. Slight angst.

The tension in the air between Bucky Barnes and Y/N had become a living, breathing thing. It was the kind of dynamic that friends didn’t typically have—heated stares, lingering touches, and shared nights where boundaries blurred. Friends with benefits, they called it, but to Y/N, it felt like so much more. To Bucky, however, it seemed to be just enough.

It had been fine at first, thrilling even. But the more time they spent together, the more her heart yearned for something more substantial. The way he made her laugh with his dry humor, the quiet moments they shared after their escapades—those were the moments Y/N cherished the most.

But Bucky was a man weighed down by his past, and commitment wasn’t something he thought he could offer. So Y/N bottled her feelings, afraid of losing him entirely. The problem was, bottling up emotions had its consequences.

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Recently, Y/N had been pulling back. She still showed up for missions, worked alongside the team, and exchanged casual conversations with Bucky. But the teasing texts had slowed, the playful touches became distant, and their "arrangements" ceased altogether. Bucky noticed.

It started as a gnawing irritation that grew with each day she kept him at arm’s length. He tried to play it cool—he wasn’t her boyfriend, after all—but he couldn’t stop the pang of frustration when he caught her smiling at someone else or, worse, leaving the room the second he entered.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked one night when they crossed paths in the common room.

“Nothing, Barnes,” she replied coolly, not even glancing up from her phone. The way she called him "Barnes" stung more than it should have.

His blue eyes narrowed, but he didn’t push her. Instead, he let her retreat—again.

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Bucky was never one to snoop, but desperate times called for desperate measures. When Y/N left her phone on the table after a team briefing, he made his move. Sam had stepped out to grab lunch, Steve was busy with paperwork, and Natasha had raised an eyebrow but let him be.

Grabbing the phone, he flipped it open to the lock screen. A swipe revealed no password, a fact that made him smirk. "Careless," he muttered under his breath.

A soft chime pinged from the phone. Glancing down, his smirk faltered. A message from John Walker flashed across the screen, accompanied by a photo preview that made his jaw tighten.

Y/N, in a lingerie set, her curves accentuated perfectly by the sheer material. It was undeniably alluring—and it sent a surge of possessive anger through him. The scarlet lingerie a fiery halo around her form. The plunge of the bra, a daring invitation, reveals the swells of her breasts, their softness seemingly begging to be touched. The fabric clings to her body like a second skin, tracing the contours of her waist and hips in a sensual dance of shadow and light. Her legs, elegantly placed, stretch out before her, the garter belt a playful accent that speaks to the promise of what lies beneath the matching thong. Her stockings, sheer and whisper-thin, are held up by those garters, hinting at the act of peeling them away layer by layer.

Bucky clicked on the message without hesitation.

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When Y/N came looking for her phone an hour later, Bucky was waiting in the training room, leaning against the wall with an expression she couldn’t quite read.

“Have you seen my phone?” she asked, scanning the area.

He held it up between his fingers, his grip firm. “Looking for this?”

“Yeah, thanks,” she replied, reaching for it. But Bucky didn’t let go. Instead, he tilted his head and fixed her with a sharp gaze.

“Mind telling me why Walker has pictures of you like this?” he growled, flipping the phone to show her the image.

Y/N froze, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. “You went through my phone?”

“You left it unlocked,” he shot back. “Don’t change the subject.”

“Why do you care, Barnes?” she snapped, crossing her arms defensively. “It’s none of your business.”

“None of my business?” His voice lowered dangerously. “You think I’m just going to let this slide?”

Y/N’s chest tightened as anger flared within her. “Let what slide? It’s not like I’m yours, Bucky.”

The words hit their mark, and for a moment, she saw something flicker in his eyes—something raw and unguarded. Then, faster than she could react, he closed the distance between them, pinning her against the wall.

“Doll,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

“You’ve always been mine.”

His declaration left her breathless, her heart hammering against her ribs. She searched his face for any sign that he was joking, but all she found was unwavering certainty.

“Bucky,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

smut————smut———smut———smut————-smut————smut

He didn’t let her finish. His lips captured hers with a fervor that left no room for doubt. The pent-up tension between them exploded in a kiss that was both demanding and tender, a mix of frustration and longing.

Their bodies pressed together as if trying to erase the space that had grown between them. His hands slid to her hips, gripping her tightly, while hers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss grew more intense with each passing second, their tongues dancing a passionate ballet of desire. Y/N could feel the warmth of his breath, tasting the mint on his lips.

Breaking the kiss, Bucky searched her eyes. “I can’t keep pretending this isn’t more, Y/N. It’s killing me.”

Her eyes searched his, a silent question hanging in the air. Was this a confession? Or a declaration of his own feelings? She didn’t know, but she felt something shift inside her—a hope she’d been too scared to acknowledge.

“What do you want from me, Bucky?” she asked, her voice trembling.

He took a deep, ragged breath. “Everything,” he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “But I don’t know if I deserve it.”

The honesty in his voice broke down the final barriers she’d built around her heart. Tears welled in her eyes as she placed a hand over his, holding it in place. “You do. More than you know.”

With a growl of need, Bucky’s hands moved to her ass, lifting her so that she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist. He grinded into her, the friction between them setting her nerves alight. Y/N gasped, her core clenching at the delicious pressure. She’d missed this, missed him, missed the way he made her feel—like she was the most important person in the world to him.

“Prove you want it,” she challenged, her voice thick with desire.

Bucky didn’t waste any time. He carried her out of the training room and down the hallway, ignoring the surprised looks from passing agents. His movements were swift, yet gentle, driven by an urgency that matched the pounding of his heart.

Reaching her apartment, he kicked the door open, setting her down just long enough to lock it behind them. Then, without breaking their heated gaze, he scooped her up again, walking her backwards until the backs of her legs hit the bed.

He laid her down, his body hovering above hers. The weight of his gaze was heavy, filled with a hunger that made her pulse race. Y/N could feel his erection pressing against her through their clothes, a silent testament to his need for her. She reached for his belt, but Bucky stopped her, his hand capturing hers.

“Let me,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers as he unbuttoned her shirt. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if savoring every inch of skin revealed. He pushed the fabric aside, exposing her bra-covered breasts to the cool air. His breath hitched, and for a moment, he just stared, his pupils dilated with desire.

With a gentle tug, he removed her bra, revealing her hardened nipples to his view. He leaned down, brushing his lips against them, and she arched her back with a moan. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through her, making her ache for more. Bucky’s touch was reverent, almost as if he were afraid she’d vanish if he applied too much pressure.

Her hands found his shoulders, urging him closer. The fabric of his shirt was rough against her palms as she slid them down his back, feeling the taut muscles beneath. His skin was warm to the touch, and she craved the feel of him against her, bare and unyielding.

With a sudden surge of strength, she flipped their positions, straddling him. Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of protest. Finding none, she began to kiss him again, her hands moving to unbuckle his belt. Bucky’s breath hitched, and he wrapped his arms around her, his hands sliding up her back, urging her closer.

The sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor was like a gunshot in the quiet room. His shirt was next, tossed aside with a growl. His skin was a canvas of scars and muscles, a testament to the battles he’d survived. Y/N kissed each one, her mouth tracing the path of his pain. His chest heaved under her touch, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Take me, Bucky,” she whispered, her voice thick with need.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. His hands found the hem of her pants, and with a swift move, he had her bare before him. The heat in his gaze was almost tangible as he took in the sight of her, his eyes darkening with desire.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, his voice hoarse.

Y/N felt a thrill at his words, a warmth that spread through her body like wildfire. She leaned down, capturing his mouth in another kiss, her hips moving against his erection.

Bucky’s hands gripped her ass, urging her closer. His thumbs traced the lines of her panties, and she moaned into his mouth. With a sudden, surprising tenderness, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and slid them down her legs, leaving her completely exposed.

He took a moment to drink in the sight of her, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. Then, with a gentle push, he had her lying beneath him again, his body aligning with hers. The head of his cock nudged against her, and she spread her legs wider, silently begging for him to fill her.

With one swift thrust, he was inside her, the sensation so intense she saw stars. They moved together, their rhythm natural and unspoken, as if their bodies had known each other for lifetimes. The friction between them was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that grew louder with each passing moment.

Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as their bodies tangled together. Y/N’s nails dug into Bucky’s back, her legs wrapping around his waist. The room spun around them, their worlds collapsing into a single point of heat and passion.

“I need you to know,” Bucky panted between kisses, his voice strained. “I need you to feel it—how much you mean to me. How much I want this to be more than just this—more than just a fuck.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at his words, a tear slipping down her cheek. “Bucky, I—”

He silenced her with another kiss, his hips rolling into her with a force that made her toes curl. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by their ragged breaths and gasps. Bucky’s hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her with a newfound sense of urgency. His thumbs circled her nipples, teasing and taunting, until she was writhing beneath him.

Y/N’s hips met his every thrust, her legs tightening around his waist, urging him deeper. She felt herself climbing higher and higher, the tension in her body coiling tightly. Bucky’s movements grew more erratic, his grip on her hips tightening until she knew she’d have bruises. But she didn’t care. All that mattered was the feeling of him inside her, the way his eyes searched hers as if trying to drown in the depths of her soul.

As the waves of pleasure crashed over her, Y/N’s nails dug deeper into his back. She cried out his name, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Bucky groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he continued to pump into her, chasing his own release. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with desire and emotion.

When he finally came, it was with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the room. He buried his face in her neck, his teeth grazing her skin gently as he emptied himself inside her.

Y/N felt a strange thrill at his words. It was as if he’d branded her with his very essence, claimed her in a way that went beyond the physical. Her walls crumbled, and she realized that she’d been waiting for this—for him to acknowledge what she’d been feeling all along.

Bucky’s breathing slowly returned to normal, his body relaxing into hers. He kissed the spot where he’d bitten her, his lips lingering. “Mine,” he murmured against her skin, his voice hoarse with emotion.

The possessiveness in his tone sent a shiver down her spine. In that moment, she knew that she’d never be the same. She’d been marked by the Winter Soldier, claimed by the man she’d tried so hard not to love. And she didn’t want to be anyone else’s.

They laid there for a while, their hearts beating in sync, the silence speaking volumes. Y/N felt a sense of belonging that she hadn’t experienced in a long time—perhaps ever.

Slowly, Bucky pulled out of her, his eyes never leaving hers. He rolled over onto his side, pulling her with him so that she was nestled against his chest. His arms wrapped around her protectively, as if he feared she might disappear if he didn’t hold her tight enough.

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Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She felt his thumb rub circles into her back, soothing her, grounding her.

“You know you’re stuck with me now, right, doll?” he whispered, his voice a gentle rumble in her ear.

The words sent a warm glow through her. For the first time in what felt like forever, she allowed herself to believe that maybe she could have more with Bucky—that maybe he could be her everything.

“Bucky, what do you mean by that?” Y/N’s voice was small, filled with a mix of fear and hope.

He sighed, his chest moving against her with the force of his breath. “It’s complicated, doll,” he murmured. “But the simple version is that I don’t want to be the one who’s just good for a night anymore. I want to be the one who’s good for forever.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. She’d been dreaming of this moment, but hearing it from him was different. It was real—and terrifying. She didn’t know how to respond, so she buried her face into his neck, breathing in the scent of him, letting it fill her lungs.

They laid there in silence for a few moments longer before Bucky spoke again, his voice a low rumble in her ear. “We should talk about this, Y/N. I don’t want to scare you off, but I can’t keep pretending like this isn’t happening between us.”

Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation she’d been both dreading and longing for. She pulled back slightly to look at him, her eyes searching his. “Okay,” she said, her voice strong despite the tremble in her chest. “Talk to me.”

Bucky rolled onto his back, bringing her with him so she was draped over his chest, her head nestled in the crook of his neck. His hand traced idle patterns on her back as he spoke. “You know my past, all the things I’ve done. I’ve never felt like I could offer someone like you anything real—anything that would make you happy. But when I’m with you, I feel…different. Like maybe I could be the man you deserve.”

Her eyes filled with tears as she listened to his words, feeling the weight of his confession in every beat of his heart beneath her cheek. “You are that man, Bucky,” she whispered. “You’ve always been that man to me.”

He swallowed hard, his thumb brushing away the tear that had slipped down her face. “But what if I’m not enough?” he asked, his voice raw.

Y/N propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at him. “You are enough. More than enough. And if you can’t see that, then I’ll just have to show you every day.”

The tension in the room had shifted, the air now thick with a new kind of anticipation. Bucky’s hand slid up her arm, his thumb caressing the sensitive skin of her inner wrist before moving to cup her cheek. He pulled her down for another kiss, this one slower, more deliberate than the ones before.

When they finally broke apart, Y/N could feel the change in him—the tension in his muscles had relaxed, his eyes had softened. He was looking at her with something new—a kind of hope she’d never seen in them before.

“Okay,” he said, his voice low and firm. “We’ll figure this out together. But I’m not letting you go, not now that I know what you mean to me.”

A smile spread across her face, genuine and warm. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

Their eyes held for a long moment before Bucky leaned in and kissed her again, his hand sliding down to rest over her heart. The beat beneath his palm was a steady reminder of what she meant to him—what they meant to each other.

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Sunlight streamed through the curtains the next morning, warming Y/N’s bare shoulders. She stretched languidly, the memories of the night before flooding back in vivid detail. Turning over, she found Bucky already awake, leaning back against the headboard with a satisfied smirk.

“Morning, doll,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Y/N flushed under his gaze, her lips quirking into a small smile. “Morning.”

As she reached for her phone on the bedside table, Bucky stopped her, his hand wrapping around her wrist. “You won’t be needing this.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, confused.

He unlocked the phone with a swipe and handed it to her. The screen showed her contacts list, now missing a particular name.

“Bucky!” she gasped, sitting up. “You deleted John’s number?”

“Damn right I did,” he replied unapologetically. “He doesn’t get to see you like that. That’s for my eyes only.”

She gaped at him, torn between exasperation and affection. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Maybe,” he said, pulling her back into his arms. “But you’re mine, doll. And that’s all that matters.”

Epilogue

From that day forward, things between them were different. Bucky didn’t run from his feelings anymore, and Y/N didn’t have to push hers away. Their relationship was messy and imperfect, but it was real—and it was theirs.

And John Walker? Well, he didn’t need to know what he was missing…

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Hi! I really hope you enjoyed this. It wasn’t specified if you wanted smut, so I opted to make it a part that you could skip if you wanted. 🫶

Requests Open!

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69 and 98 of the prompt list for Azriel 🙇 you just write him so well, no worries if not!! 🧡🧡

This was not supposed to be this long but I was listening to sleep token while writing this, I was also already planning out a fic that these prompts fit into perfectly.

warnings: Smut (18+), oral (M/F receiving), Bondage, knife mention (only to cut rope), mid-sized reader (could be read as plus sized too), unprotected sex, praise, degradation.

WC: 4.7k

You were just putting the back of your earring in when you met hazel eyes in the mirror. A smile danced its way across your face when you saw the way his eyes were trailing ever so slowly down your figure, lingering on your waist. Or more so the way the dress you were currently wearing was cutting into it, accentuating your already plush thighs. 

“So pretty.” He whispered into the air as he walked closer to you. His hand gently swiped your hair to one side of your hair and he placed a kiss on your bare shoulder. 

“My pretty girl.” The reverence in his tone made you giggle. His teeth gave you a soft nip at the sound. “I mean it. All of this for me? Gods, how’d I get so lucky?” He speaks into your skin. You shift under his praise, his breath on your shoulder making a small shutter ripple through you. 

“I wonder what you would do if you saw what was underneath?” Another laugh bubbled out as his eyes snapped to yours. His hands were already snaking along your waist, twisting to find the hem of your dress. He let out a downright sinful moan when he was greeted with the baby pink thong you were wearing. Cut high on your hips, elastic ever so slightly pushing in the flesh. The matching garter belt sitting above it, hugging your thighs like it was his hands wrapped around them. He ran his hands softly over the globes of your ass, squeezing in the perfect way. You found yourself arching back into his touch, leaning into him. His hands fanned out to your thighs, just resting his hands on the widest part. His eyes met yours in the mirror and he tugged you further against him. You didn’t miss the way his eyes dipped lower for a fraction of a second as your chest bobbed ever so slightly at the action. Your hand went to rest lightly on the mirror for balance and you were just about to reach back for him when Azriel cleared his throat. 

“Just for me right?” Azriel said as he flipped the edge of your dress back down. You turned around in his grasp and grabbed his hand. 

“Of course.” You raised onto your tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek. “Only for you.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush to him. You could feel every inch of his muscled body against yours and had to bite back a groan when you felt his arousal already straining against his dress pants. You bit your lip and he pushed a leg between yours. He pulled your lips towards his hungrily, hands instantly twining into your hair. The kiss was all teeth and tongue. Both of your chests are heaving. When your hand started to drift down to his belt, he grabbed your wrist to stop it’s descent. The action caused a whimper to leave your mouth that he just swallowed down. He pulled his lips away from yours, leaning his forehead against yours. You sucked down greedy lungfuls of air as you willed your heart rate to calm. 

“If your hand goes any lower, we’re not making it to this dinner.” He rasps. Your gaze lifts to his, eyes wide and innocent as you trail your hand lower once again. Your fingers just barely brush past the straining fabric before your hand is pinned against your side. 

“Oh sweetheart.” He tisked. His eyes darkened slightly as they swept over you. “You seemed to think that was a request.” His thumb started to rub small circles over your wrist that was straining against his hold. “You’re lucky this dinner is important to Rhys or else you would not be able to walk in the morning.”

“Do you really think you could do that?” You were only causing more problems for yourself at this point but you were desperately hoping he would just break and give you what you wanted right now. As soon as the words left your mouth, your back was pressed against the wall, a scarred hand wrapped tightly around your throat. Not enough to cut off the blood flow but just enough for you to feel the weight of it there. An invitation for you to keep running your mouth. 

“Do you wanna repeat that, princess?” Fuck it.

“I don’ think you could fuck me hard enough for me to not be able to walk. That’s all.” You smiled as his fingers twitched slightly. HIs shoulders moved up as he sucked in a deep breath. 

“We’ll see about that won’t we.” His hand left your neck and trailed up your jaw. You gasped as his hand pinned your head back to the wall by the roots of your hair. His hold forces you to look him in the eyes. “I’m going to give you one last chance to say sorry, bunny.” You opened your mouth slightly before closing it. Making it look like you were really considering your words. 

The smile didn’t leave your face as you uttered out a sickly sweet. “Make me.” His hands only gripped your hair tighter, making tears prickle in the corner of your eyes. 

“You could have been my good girl tonight.” His hand let your hair and he backed up a few paces. “But if that’s how you want to be. Fine.” He reached down to adjust himself. “‘Finish getting ready, we’re leaving in ten minutes.” Your lips parted to argue, but he only reached out a hand to shut your mouth. “This is not a discussion. I’ll be downstairs and don’t even think of touching yourself.” He pulled his touch away and you felt cold despite the fire roaring through your veins. That was all he said before he walked out of the bedroom. Leaving you to wonder what exactly you had gotten yourself into.

You were all but running down the stairs to reach the bottom before your time was up. 

“That was fifteen.” His voice was cold, a smirk plastered onto his face. Shadows wrapped around your waist the moment your feet were on flat ground again. “You’re only making this worse for yourself. But what did I expect?” It sounded like he was talking to himself and you felt your cheeks heat up as he talked about you like you weren’t standing right in front of him. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Oh, not as much as you will be later. Come on.” He reached out a hand for you to take. You didn’t hesitate to thread your fingers through his. He pulled you close to his side as he winnowed you outside of the restaurant Feyre had been raving about for the last year and a half. 

His arm was slung casually over yours, fingers dancing along the skin he had bitten earlier. He didn’t leave a mark but you swore you could still feel his teeth. You shifted your weight and he gave a small laugh. “Behave.” Was the only reminder you were given before you walked into the restaurant. 

Your friends were already waiting for you. Five pairs of eyes flickering up to greet you. Feyre rose to her feet to give you a crushing hug when Azriel sent the first image down the bond. It was from last week, you on your knees. His head was thrown back as he gritted out your name, the moment right before he spilled down your thro- and then it was gone. You pulled away from Feyre and ignored the confused look she gave you. The others all gave their greeting before Azriel was pulling out your chair for you, hands not leaving the back until you were seated. He gave you a quick peck on the crown of your head before he took his own seat. His stance was a little wider than normal, one hand already resting on your knee. Tracing absentminded circles onto your overheated skin. His thumb lightly scratched behind his touch. The waiter brought out a few bottles of wine and you didn’t hesitate to pour yourself a slightly-too-large glass. You took a few heavy gulps before you put the glass down. A gentle wave came from the other side of the bond, soothing in a way that had you squirming despite yourself. Gentle like a hunter stalking their prey. The conversation flowed between all of you. Catching up since you all saw a lot less of each other these days. While Feyre was talking about how Nyx was doing in school, you tried not to notice the way that she was only drinking water. No one else seemed to clock it either. You’d have to pry later in the night. But just as soon as the thought crossed your mind, Azriel sent you another image. He had your legs pressed together, slung over one of his shoulders. Gripping so hard that your hips were leaving the mattress altogether. Soft cries of his name were pulled from your bruised lips over and over again. Azriel’s pleasure rose with every lethal snap of his hips. Rising rising until he- . Gone again. Your head snapped in his direction, eyes wide at the image he had sent you.You couldn’t stop the slight pout that rested on your face. 

Dinner passed by slowly. Between Azriel’s hands slowly creeping higher on your thigh and the debauched thoughts he was sending down the bond, you were already a wreck. Your thighs hurt with how tightly they were squeezed shut. Your mate's heavy hand trying to sooth away some of the tension. Azriel sent you a warm feeling down the bond that had you relaxing ever so slightly. Nothing but pure love. The glow that he felt while watching you take all of this without so much of a blush on your cheeks. Pure male pride. 

After the main course, you were damn near in his lap. Chair scooted slightly in his direction, legs pressed against each other. Cries of dessert were being thrown around and you felt like you were going to cry with frustration before you heard Azriel laughing, shaking his head slightly. 

“She wasn’t feeling too good earlier but she didn’t want to miss this. But I can tell she’s getting tired. We should probably go home, shouldn’t we be my love?” He lied seamlessly. His fingers drumming a beat on your thigh. You nodded along, clearing your throat before you spoke. 

“Yeah. I’ve had this weird stomach ache all day. But I was just so excited to see you all.”

“Oh, that’s perfectly fine. Feyre fully understands upset stomach as of late.” Rhys answered and he grunted as Feyre’s elbow found a soft spot between his ribs. Feyre rolled her eyes before she shot you a wink, holding up her glass of ice water like she had known you were eyeing it earlier. A silent confirmation that had another round of chatter starting. Eventually, you and Azriel were able to shake off all the goodbyes. Hugs and kisses on cheeks and promises of getting together sooner rather than later were exchanged. 

Azriel placed a hand on the small of your back as you weaved your way out of the now crowded restaurant. His hand didn't move until he pulled you in his arms to winnow you two home. 

The front door of your apartment was in view and Azriel only gestured to you to open the door. Timidly you fished out your key from the small clutch you were carrying and opened the door to your home. Fae lights flickering on as you step in. YOu could feel Azriel’s presence behind you. Could feel his shadows slinking across the ground, muffling your footsteps. Could feel the way his wings had flared out ever so slightly, becoming even more intimidating and impressive. Both of your wants seemed to charge the air with a delicious electric tension. This was one of your favorite parts of the night. To see who would crack first. You paused by the front door only enough to kick off your heels before you continued up the stairs to your bedroom. Azriel was close behind you. Not close enough that he was touching you but close enough for you to feel his body heat. He might as well have been touching every inch of you for how much you could sense his presence. 

The fae lights flickered on in your room and you turned around to face your mate. He paused, eyes full of a predatory hunger. That look was almost enough to send you to your knees right then and there but you didn’t move a muscle before he told you too. You were already in enough trouble. So you stood stock still as he closed the distance between the two of you. HIs hand trailed from the edge of your jaw to the dip of your waist, feather light touches that had you leaning into his touch. He lightly grabbed your wrist and with a tug turned you around to face the other wall. His hand traveled all the way up your arm, over your shoulder and to the nape of your neck to start sliding down the zipper of your dress. The straps fell down as the fabric was pulled apart. You didn’t try to grab it as you shrugged them off, letting the fabric pool at your bare feet. The action left you clad in only the tiny thong and the matching lace bra. You were already shaking in anticipation. A gentle vibration that swept over your whole body. He held out a hand for you to take, and guided you to step out of your dress. Once you had, he dropped your hand. Touch hovering over your skin, drawing goosebumps like it might allow his skin to make contact with yours. A small step backwards towards him brought his hand up on the small of your back to stop your movement. His free hand twisted your hair into his fist. He pulled your head back to look up at the ceiling. 

“Now, what should I do with you?” His lips ghosted over your neck. YOu let out a pathetic whimper, craving his touch more and more every second. 

“Az..” You started but a harsh yank on your hair pulled a yelp out of you instead. 

“You don’t get to speak. Not unless I tell you to.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. “Not a single sound. Since I apparently can’t fuck you hard enough. It shouldn’t be a problem to keep quiet.” It wasn’t a question, merely him musing. So you kept your eyes on the ceiling. Not moving a muscle. 

You felt the absence of his presence but didn’t take your eyes off the ceiling, squirming with anticipation. His shadows were lightly trailing over your skin, you bit your lip to keep your moans at bay. The soft thud that filled the room let you know he had pulled something out the drawer of your nightstand. Your head slowly lowered and you were greeted with the sight of Azriel stalking towards you, a bundle of rope in his hands. He queried an eyebrow up, a silent question. You nodded. You could feel the way your chest was rapidly rising and falling, the slight shake in your knees as you thought of what was to come. His nostrils flared slightly as you sent your want down the bond. He made a content noise in the back of his throat before he walked behind you. 

With nibble fingers, he wrapped the rope around your shoulders first, forcing your shoulders back ever so slightly. You felt the way your it pushed your chest up. He slipped a finger between the rope and skin to make sure it wasn’t too tight as he tied off the first knot. He then grabbed your wrists and placed them right at the small of your back and looped the rope around them three times. He took his time with the process. Relishing in the calming actions of tying you up like his own personal present. He tied off the last knot and gave your arms a slight tug. 

“How is that? You can speak.” He whispered into your neck, trailing kisses where your neck met your shoulders. YOu gave a strong yank on your ties, testing them. As usual, they were flawless. Not giving an inch. Not too tight but just enough to bite into your skin. Azriel was always good about that. You never worried about if it would hurt you or not. 

“Perfect.” You said when you were confident they weren’t going anywhere. Your words were rewarded with a mean swipe of his tongue over your neck, followed by a sharp bite. You mewled at the touch and he only bit harder. 

“Already making such pretty sounds. But I told you to be quiet sweetheart.” He rumbled against your skin. You nodded, acknowledging his words. 

He hooked his hand into the middle of the harness he tied and lead you over to the bed. With a gentle possession, he guided you down until your chest was pressed against the mattress. Ass up in the air at his disposal. His leg nudged between your thighs, parting them widely for him. A small gasp left your lips at the feeling of the cold air on your soaked folds. You could already feel your arousal coating your thighs. 

“Gods, look at how wet my pretty girl is.” He pressed up against you, hands kneading at your hips. Then his touch was gone and you wiggled your hips slightly at the loss of contact. That was when you felt his hands gripping your ass, and a delicious swipe of his tongue up your glistening folds. You buried your face in the mattress to stop the moans that were building in your throat. Fingers flexing around the ties keeping your arms pinned to your back. He wasted no time, no warm up as he dove in. Tongue entering your hole causing you to clench down at the pressure. Too much and not enough all at once. Your hips tilted ever so slightly and his hand twisted to your front to hold your hips still. You hoped he couldn’t make out the string of curses that left your lips when that hand drifted down lower and started swirling tight, fast circles on your clit. Your hips moved in time with his fingers. Rocking like those fingers were controlling. Between his skill fingers and his tongue lavishing between his legs, you were so close to your orgasm. You were about to open your mouth to let him know before you felt him pull away from you. Before you could even protest, he grabbed your arms and flipped you onto your back. The air left your lungs with a tiny grunt as you took in him hovering over you, arms caged above your head. 

He trailed a finger down from your cheek all the way to your stomach, tracing over your arms, your shoulder, collar bone until he reached the apex of your thighs. 

“Eyes on me.” He growled as he sunk two thick fingers inside your fluttering hole. You tasted blood as your teeth dug into the side of your cheek, desperate to scream his name. Youpulled at your binds. Wanting to reach out and touch the membrane on his wings. Anything that would break the calm, controlled male in front of you. As much as you loved his fingers you wanted him inside you. You let your eyes close and he growled. He curled his fingers against the spot that had your eyes snapping open and a high pitch version of his name pushed through your locked lips. He didn’t acknowledge it, just sped up his fingers. The sounds of the digits sinking into you over and again filled the room. No sounds of your cries to drown them out. The sound alone could have made you cum. Proof of how much he affected you. Your legs were moving, clenching together as you tried to fight off your inevitable orgasm until he gave you the word. He shook his head lightly, before pushing his elbow in between your legs, then sliding onto his stomach. His shoulders crushed any hope of you closing your legs, so you let them splay out to the side. No longer caring if you had permission to cum. He didn’t slow down his fingers and you started to shake ever so slightly. Small jerks in time with his fingers as you were tipping over the edge. Head thrown back. And then his fingers were gone. A cry of protest left your mouth and you tilted your head back down to see him. A shit eating grin plastered across his face. He ignored the look of outrage and stood up, his figure looming over you. 

“You look so beautiful tied up like that.” Azriel ran two fingers down from the top of your hand all the way to your collarbone. A deep shudder ran through your whole body, goosebumps erupting below his feather light touch. 

“Az, please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please let me come, please.” Not caring that you weren’t supposed to be making any noise. The words spilled out of your mouth, pleading for that sweet release that he had ripped away from you again. 

“I know you are.” His hand trailed over your cheek, smearing your arousal in his wake. “But I don't care how sorry you are.” He flipped you over onto your stomach and hiked your hips into the air. Landing a smack over your ass for good measure. The yelp you let out morphed into a high pitched wail as he sunk into the hilt in one push. You close your eyes as you swore you could feel the way his cock pushed your walls apart. Hitting that special spot perfectly without trying. He gave you a single breath to adjust before one of his hands snuck up to gather your hair, the other keeping a tight grip on your hip. Your hands were still bound against your back so you could do nothing but lay there as he ground his hips into you. Working deep and fast strokes. You might have been screaming but you didn’t care. You could only think of how closer you were to coming all over his beautiful cock. Unable to find the words to let him know, you just tried to keep the feeling at bay. Panting a broken version of his name which each filthy thrust. The sound of your bodies hitting filled the room over your cries. His own groans and curses flowy freely from his mouth as he tugged you against his chest. 

“Not so big and bold when I’m fucking you dumb are you?” Each word was punctuated with a deep thrust. You shook your head. Hands trying to claw at the ties on your wrist. You could reach out and touch his stomach with how tightly  you were pulled against him. A single finger stroked at his abs and he was tugging your hair back harder, forcing you to look at the ceiling. “Gods you’re such a fucking brat. But mother above do I love it. I fucking love you so muh princess. You take my cock so well. Like you were made just for this.” He kept rambling. Words bubbling over his lips and you could do nothing but take and feel and scream his name. 

“Gonna…please. I need to cum.” You panted out, head slumping just slightly under his hold. He licked a long stripe up your neck before he let go of your hair, arm wrapping around your waist. You actually cried out as he pulled out. You bound hand clutching around the air, begging him to come back.

“No.No.. Please. I’m sorry. I’ll do anything. I just. Pretty please. I want to come so badly.” 

“Shh.” He whispered into your ear. “I’m gonna lay down and I want you to be a good girl and ride my face until you come. Can you do that?” The idea of not being able to cum around his pretty cock had you whimpering. You felt a shadow wrap around your shoulder, tempting you to move higher on the bed. 

“The only way you’re going to cum tonight sweetheart is on my tongue. So either I can shove my cock down your throat and you don’t get anything but my cum painting that wicked mouth. or you can put that pretty cunt on my face and finally get what you want so badly.” You whined again at his words. Whined at the way they sent another wave of pure want through you. 

“But what if-”

“You won’t. And even if you did, which again you won’t, I couldn’t think of a better way to go then with my tongue buried inside of you.” He was already leaning back against the headboard, waiting for you to make your move. You saw how hard he was and thought maybe having your mouth wrapped around him wasn’t so bad. The thought must have been plastered across your face because he flexed his hips and you didn’t hesitate before you bent over his lap. It was hard without the use of your hands but once he figured out what you were going for, he took your hair in his hand and helped guide you to his throbbing length. 

“Such a cock slut that you couldn’t say no to it could you.” He teased and you could only shake your head as meat as you could. Already touching his stomach with the tip of your nose. The stretch in your throat burned just a little. Tears twinging the corners of your eyes. But you absorbed the feeling. He was warm and heavy against your tongue. The skin so pretty and smooth. You could feel the way he was already twitching in your mouth. 

“So good. Doing so well for me baby. My fucking good girl.” His teeth were clenched tightly. Barley gritting out the words as he started to thrust his hips in time with your mouth. You moan around his length and you pull you off of him. He yanked you up by your hair until your lips were pressed against his. His tongue pushed into your mouth so possessively that you melted against him. 

“Fuck it.” He twisted you so you were straddling him. His hand reached out towards the nightstand and grabbed a small dagger that you kept by whenever the rope was out. The blade cut through the ties like butter and your hands were instantly on his shoulders. He reached down a hand and helped you guide him into you and you both were moaning as you sunk down all the way. A few timid pulls up and down had his head thrown back, moans and groans sliding through his plush lips. You leaned down and started sucking bruises on his neck at the same time your hips increased in pace. You rode him only searching for your pleasure. Pressing up against your g-spot again and again until you were seeing stars. 

“I can feel you squeezing around me. Cum for me, pretty girl.” And that was all you needed to explode around him. His hand on your hip rolled your hips as your orgasm left you twitching above him. He wasn’t far behind you and a few more strokes was all it took for him to spill himself inside of you. Burying himself deep against your cervix as he grip your hip hard enough to bruise. He rolled you both over and pulled you tight against his chest. His hand massaging the tender flesh on your wrists, slowly bringing the muscles back to life. Rubbing the stiffness out of your shoulders. You melted further into him. 

“I am sorry. For all that I said.” You whispered against his chest. 

“No you aren’t.” He joked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “And I love you for it.”

“I love you too.” You said as you connected your lips to his and relished in the afterglow.

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[heaven-ly-father]

my man in a fitted suit >>>> anything else

I wanna see his handsome shoulders squared off so neatly in his blazer. wanna run my hands down his sides and feel the way it's snug in just the right places to accentuate his waist. I wanna hold him by the collar of his shirt when I kiss him. Rest my hands on his hips when I press him against me and tug him teasingly by the belt. I wanna tell him how dashing he is when I strip him out of his trousers and polished shoes, leaving him in his shirt and boxers and those adorable little sock garters while I kneel at his feet and cling to his thighs to press kisses to his cunt.

He's so stunning and he looks so fucking good. A pretty boy all wrapped up so nicely.

This post is about and by a trans man // Cishets fuck off it's pride month

[subskz]

I dunno if you're into feminization, but if you are...

Feminization with Hannie <333

Dressing him up with pretty white lace lingerie with white thigh highs held up by a white garter belt, and topping it off by making him wear a short skirt that just barely covers up his ass (and making him bend over to grab something that you "accidentally" dropped on the floor, watching how the skirt rides up and shows off his ass and panties entirely). Tying his hair up into cute little pigtails with cute little bows. And doing his makeup all glittery and pretty.

Teasing him in front of a mirror, showing him just how pretty he is dressed up like this, lifting up his skirt to show him how adorable his hardened cock looks like in his lace panties. Your fingers gliding up his chest and touching his nipples through his pretty bralette. Telling him how the stockings make his thighs look extra plush with the way the they squeeze his thighs.

and then making him cry all of his pretty makeup off when you fuck him in a full nelson position with your thick strap. Not pulling his panties off but just pulling it aside to shove your strap into his cute hole. Fucking him dumb, watching how his little pigtails bounce up and down. The ballgag in his mouth doing absolutely nothing to muffle all of his embarrassing sounds as he drools and ruins his pretty lip gloss, crying and making his makeup run down his cheeks. And poor baby has to witness himself getting fucked all dumb on your strap in the mirror. Watching as you fuck up into his sloppy hole, hitting the right spot over and over again. Telling him, "Don't you look so pretty Hannie?" praising him over and over til he can't even think straight <3

yes hehe i’m into it! coincidentally the most when it comes to hannie n binnie so needless to say i feel unspeakable things over this 😵‍💫

jisung in white lingerie is so so perfect, both bc of the purity aspect and how gorgeous his tan skin would look against it <3 and a GARTER BELT accentuating his itty bitty waist‼️ that’s just the cherry on top…the prettiest lil angel dolled up just for you to admire and toy with to ur heart’s content!and even if it makes him so shy there’s no way to hide how excited he gets seeing his reflection in the mirror, dressed and styled exactly how you like as if he was made for u~

lifting his skirt to reveal how hard he is for you is sooo adorable esp if he was leaking precum to form a lil stain in his underwear…yknow how he’s got that cute habit of forming anime girl legs? imagine if he curled his knees in and pressed his thighs together bc he’s so embarrassed seeing himself on full display like that 💔

the visual of his pigtails bouncing and his ballgag smeared w drool and lipgloss is gonna make me crazy…even w his mouth stuffed he’d be moaning and whining so sweetly for you, n it’d only get louder when you start to whisper praises into his ear, telling him to look at himself in the mirror or you’ll stop moving, how beautiful he looks being ruined by you, calling him your princess, your pretty girl, your good girl ♡ the way his cheeks burn red as tears and mascara run down them makes for the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen

and of course once he’s been fucked senseless and messed up his pretty outfit w his cum, you press soft kisses to his neck n murmur that he looks even better like this 😽

[wifetomegatron]

wifetomegatron's kinktober writing prompts, part I ! (mdni!) (nsfw!)

i. lace (idw megatron / afab! reader) It was still all very strange to him — the feel, the texture, the smoothness of it all. You've caught him a handful of times staring, rapt in attention, watching how the fabric of your dress hikes up your knees. How the pretty frills bunch up your waist. Then, as if he'd been thinking about it, he would trace his thumb carefully along the seam of your undergarment. He rolled the cotton between his fingers, tentative, careful, not wanting to pinch your skin when he slipped a finger beneath it to rub the material with his thumb. Yet there was always a tint of guilt beneath the admiration as if he was not allowed to indulge in something so innocently soft. You wanted to argue otherwise.

He entered the hab suite several minutes early, alarmed that the lights were still on when you were usually already asleep by now. Instead, you stood before one of the full-length mirrors installed, checking your reflection — body on display. The doors slid shut, louder than usual since the space you shared was void of noise. There was a moment of hesitation where you thought this was a bad idea until you heard the faint click of his cooling fans, a shadow of desire falling across his optics. He crossed the distance slowly, gaze never leaving yours.

You wondered what he thought of the shades of white, accentuated with a soft touch of pink — playful and teasing — meant to tempt him. As if I needed to be seduced. Megatron had murmured absentmindedly, lost in a trance, frame moving on its own, already nuzzling his nose down your cleavage and past the line of your stomach. The delicate trimming of your garter belt brushed his cheek, and you guided his head against the silk. His servos gently squeezed your ass before roaming up and down the back of your legs. The cool air sent shivers down your spine, drinking in the contrast: his body was warming up.

He tells you, you look exquisite. You were ready for taking, and he felt insatiable, praises and thank yous pouring out of his mouth. I don't deserve you. His voice was hoarse, dentae lazily dragging the garter down to your ankles. Megatron laid you down across the berth, sinking atop the sheets to kiss, to hold. This was a gift. You sighed, letting him lift you by the waist to firmly pull you down his spike, down to the hilt. The noise was obscene, and yet there was tenderness in all of this. Always. 

You were his gift: wrapped beautifully for him. And with each pull of the ribbons that held you in place, Megatron promises you that you will come undone. Again and again and again. 

[yes-divine-ruler]

hey love! could I put in a request for a fic with stan and reader, the reader is a co worker of his in a business office and he begins to get extremely flustered at reader because he keeps catching small glimpses of their suspendered stockings under their skirt hehe

Stan Bowes (Evan Peters in Pose) x Fem!Reader Light Smut - “Suspenders”

CW: oral (m receiving), alluding to sexual intercourse

Word count: 1921

Stan's eyes slowly rose to yours as you stood in front of his desk, holding a pile of paperwork that he needed to filter through. He let out a sigh, holding out his arms for you to drop the paperwork into.

"Mr Bromley needs those all filed by Tuesday," you said softly, biting down on your bottom lip, intimidated by his vexed facial expression.

"I'll do it, thanks Y/N," he didn't look up at you as you offered him a polite smile, before turning on your heels and going to leave his office.

"I'll change this for you Mr Bowes," you reached down and tied the bag in his trash can.

Stan exhaled a shuddering breath, adjusting his tie as he sunk back further in his office chair. Just as you'd bent down, the suspenders of your stockings curved with the backs of your thighs, reaching up to connect with the lace garter belt tightly wound around your waist.

The thought of you with your pencil skirt off, in just those fucking stockings, sent Stan into a dream-like state, his heart pounding loudly in his ears, as his face turned hot.

"Is that okay? Mr Bowes?"

Stan snapped out of it, clearing his throat and sitting tall in his chair. He nodded briefly, not saying another word as you turned to leave his office.

Stan groaned, his hand coming down to palm himself through his slacks. Why did the smallest hint of anything from you turn him on so easily? Every time he caught a glance of those suspenders, his heart palpated fiercely, and he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

You'd noticed, which is why you'd gone out of your way to purchase more pairs of stockings, each time getting more and more revealing. Mr Bowes was so attractive to you, his aroma sensual and his aura domineering.

The next day in the office, you'd worn the shortest dress, with your only pair of Louboutin heels that accentuated your fit calves. With every stride you felt the eyes of the men in the office drink in your appearance, shuffling awkwardly around you as you sat at your own desk.

Peeking over the desk divider, you saw Stan Bowes pacing towards you. He looked exceptional in a suit, his suit jacket fitted his broad shoulders like a glove, his red tie complimenting his complexion. You let out a breath of nervousness, standing up from your chair and smoothing out your dress.

"Miss Y/N," Stan addressed you. You hadn't realised your dress was hitched up, revealing a new pair of lace suspenders.

"Mr Bowes, what can I do for you?"

Stan scanned you, his eyes droning in on the lace on your thigh.

"Mr Bowes?"

You realised his eyes were glued to your thighs, and pulling down your dress quickly, you watched as his eyes reverted back to yours. His face was flushed, and he was obviously flustered. You couldn't help but notice the tent in his slacks as he looked at you.

"Um, come to my office, I need to discuss something with you," your heart fluttered in your chest as you nodded your head, following closely behind him as you both navigated the floor to his office.

He said nothing at first, walking around to his chair and sinking into it. You watched in anticipation as he crossed his fingers on the surface of his desk and tapped his thumbs.

“So..” he began, his dark eyes bearing into yours, sucking in a deep breath. You raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

“I just wanted to talk about appropriate office attire,” he clears his throat, as you seat yourself into the chair across from his desk, crossing your legs.

“What about it? You don’t think I’m dressing appropriately, Mr Bowes?” You challenge him, your eyes squinting into small slits.

His eyes widen at your tone, as if you already knew something he thought you didn’t.

“Frankly, I don’t think you are. You’re distracting the men in this office, and we have to stay on the ball,” he explained, picking up a pen from his desk and nervously tapping it.

“Would you happen to be one of those men?” You ask, standing up with your hitched dress and moving over to his side of the desk.

He turns in his swivel chair to meet your gaze, as the erection still throbbing beneath his slacks.

You look down, fiddling with the suspenders that were now exposed to him.

“Y/N, I- I don’t-” Stan’s sentence was cut short by you sinking to your knees in front of him.

“Since I dress like a whore, I guess I should act like one,” you tease, running your hands up and down his clothed thighs. He doesn’t say anything, instead watching you intently, his cock twitching.

You look up at him through your eyelashes, taking note of how laboured his breathing had gotten as you reach to unzip his slacks. Stan furrows his eyebrows, watching as you pull them down his legs to his mid thigh, and lean in to lick a thick stripe up his cock through his white boxers.

He shudders, a soft moan escaping his lips, as you repeat the motion, planted a soft kiss where his tip is. His soft moan encouraged you to dig your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down. You let out a small surprised gasp when his engorged erection sprung out, slapping against the dress shirt on his stomach.

“What do you call this?” You ask seductively, wrapping your manicured fingers around the base of his cock. He sucks in another deep breath at your intimate contact, closing his eyes for only a second to savour the feeling.

“This- isn’t really- ohh,” he lets out a moan as you finally lean down to take the tip in your mouth, running your tongue over his slit.

“Fuck,” he caves, his hand resting on your head and gripping onto the roots of your hair.

You slide your mouth down his erection, bobbing your head, your tongue running up and down his length. Stan buckles his hips, sending his cock deeper into your throat, almost making you gag.

A knock on your door interrupts the two of you, panic rising in Stan’s eyes as you pull away from his cock.

“Under the desk,” he says just above a whisper, using the hand in your hair to guide you under the table. You oblige, folding yourself to fit in the small space.

“Come in!” Stan calls, his legs now positioned on either side of your body. You notice him tapping his polished dress shoe against the carpet anxiously, stifling a laugh as you realise the severity of your situation. If anyone was to find you under his desk, you’d both be fired in an instant.

“Mr Bowes, nice to see you. There’s a few clients I need to discuss with you,”‘ Stan’s eyes widen as the man in front of him takes a seat, completely had forgotten that he was meant to have a meeting at this time.

Stan clears his throat, his feet planting firmly on the floor as he agrees, the meeting commencing almost immediately. You pout under the table, not satisfied with your escapades cut short.

A devious plan clouds your mind, grinning to yourself when you thought of how cynical it was. Placing your hands on Stan’s inner thighs, you spread his legs, your hands caressing the fabric there, and travelling up to his now soft cock. You felt Stan twitch, before he kicked softly under the table, as if telling you to stop. You ignored him, reaching up to pull down his already unfastened slacks, and then his boxers.

You heard as Stan stuttered over his words, before his hand came down under the table and tried to grab onto you. You only caught his wondering fingers in his mouth, sucking on them as they evaded the back of your throat.

Stan cleared his throat from above you, shifting his hips in his desk chair as he tried to pay attention to the person in front of him, discussing matters that were frankly, much more important than what you were trying to do under the table. But Stan couldn’t resist relaxing at your touch, as you swiftly took a hold of his length and began to stroke it in your hand again. Stans hand remained under the table, the other coming up to his mouth and biting on his knuckle as he tried to subdue his moans.

He had to stop his eyes from rolling into the back of his head when you finally wrapped your lips around his tip. By this point, his erection had grown, his cock painfully hard as you kitten licked the tip.

“Uh- y-yes, mhm,” Stan still bit around his knuckle as you began to sink your head farther down, taking more and more into your mouth by the second. You had to be quiet, letting the drool drip from your mouth and pool at the base of his cock.

You began synchronising your strokes with your mouth movement, making sure that at any one time, no part of his length was left untouched. It was still at a slow pace, not wanting to risk going any faster in case it was too loud. His hand wrapped tightly in your hair, pulling your mouth in as close as you could without gagging.

“Right so, fuck, um-” Stan let out a deep sigh as you cupped his sensitive balls in your hand, rolling them in your palm as you continued to give him head.

“Are you okay Mr Bowes?” The man on the other side of the table was under the impression that Stan was in the beginning stages of a stroke, with the way he fumbled over his words, the way his eyelids were fluttering and the way his knuckles were turning white.

“Yes, Mr Howard, I mean, no- I’m- I’m so sorry, can we, do you think we can reschedule? I’m suddenly feeling- ill,” Stan wiped the back of his forehead as it began to cover in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Sure Mr Bowes, I’ll come by tomorrow if you’re in,” your mouth left his throbbing cock shortly, before you heard the scraping of chair legs, and then footsteps retreating towards the door of Stan’s office. It made you nervous, but also undeniably excited, that now Stan had to confront you.

When the door shut, Stan pushed his chair out, leaning over to look at you under the table.

“What the fuck was that?” He spat, as you crawled out from under the table and sat back on your knees, smiling at him innocently.

“Nothing,” you said briefly, going to get up. He let you get up, but when you did, he grabbed your hips and pushed you against the edge of the desk. You gasped softly, as he stood behind you, hitching your dress up passed your hips, your ass in your suspended stockings now fully exposed, with your matching lace garter and g-string.

Stan sucked in a shaky breath, overwhelmed by the sight he only dreamed of now in front of him.

“Mr Bowes what are you-”

“So you want to suck me off under the table while I’m with a colleague? Now we play my game, shut your mouth and don’t make any noise so I can fuck you over my desk.”

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[freesia-writes]

Chapter 30: Costuming

During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance. COVER ART BY @zaana!!

Master List of Chapters

LISTEN. I am chopping and rearranging the canon timeline like nobody’s business, but I swear it all works out. ;) If you’d like more of an explanation than what I tried to convey in the story, check the notes at the end of the next chapter. It’ll be well worth it, trust me. ;) Also… I know there are tons of “wait, but what about–” kinds of points to be made with where the story goes, and I was going crazy trying to account for them all, but… just… ssshhh. Just enjoy. LOL!

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“Look at youuuu!” the grizzled old shopkeeper exclaimed, clapping Vel on the back as she faced a dirty old mirror. “It’s like it was made for you, sweetie!” The delight on the woman’s face was so pronounced that Vel couldn’t do anything but stare at her reflection, mouth slightly open in a dumbfounded stare. 

“I… ah… Thank you,” she stuttered, barely able to recognize the person looking back at her. She’d never been one for makeup, but everything had escalated quickly out of control today, and she now had dark, accentuated eyebrows, bright green eyeshadow, and peachy pink lips. Her hair had been piled on top of her head, twisting in some elaborate poof that led to a large green flower before spilling down her back. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen so much green in her entire life. On the plus side, it did compliment and contrast with her skin quite well, and it made her smile inside as she remembered Tech noticing that her eye color was not gray, as many assumed, but a dark pale green. 

“Oh honey… He is going to have trouble getting his eyes off of you!” the vendor continued, making one last adjustment to the puff sleeves as Vel awkwardly tried to pull the tight shirt back over the frilly bra cups. She’d never seen such a contraption – this “push-up” bra suddenly made her look as though she were significantly more well-endowed than she was, and with the polka-dot shirt tied snugly at the top of her stomach, the hems curved over her now-voluptuous chest and created the illusion that she was positively spilling out of it. Not only that, but the skirt, as twirly and fun as it was, had a huge slit nearly all the way up, which meant that anything more than a small step would reveal the seamed stockings and garter belt underneath. Fortunately, it was high-waisted, and accentuated with adorable gold buttons that held in the parts of her stomach she was less confident about. But other than that, it didn’t leave too much to the imagination. When the woman produced a sharp pair of black high heels to go with it, Vel couldn’t help but chuckle and shake her head.

“I don’t think I can walk in those,” she admitted, noting that even the bottom of the soles was the same flashy color as the rest of the outfit.

“That’s what his arm is for,” the woman answered, waving her off as though it were a ridiculous thing to say. “Come on, step in. Wait til you see what these do for your backside!”

After only a few ungainly wobbles, Vel stood up straight again, and the ensemble was complete. She stared at herself in the mirror, puzzled at the conflicting emotions. No matter how many times the shopkeeper reassured her that she was stunning, beautiful, and would have been a complete hit during the era these clothes were popular, there was an odd queasiness in her stomach. She wasn’t one to be “sexy”... the disaster with Jouren Terrik had cemented that. And when she’d gotten fancied up for that, with a dress that covered much more skin, Tech had said she was good bait for the unintelligent male gaze. She was much more comfortable in a mechanic's coveralls or loose-fitting tunics; things she could hide behind rather than being exposed, noticed, and found wanting. Taking a deep breath, she tried to shift her perspective… She was simply playing a role tonight. 

(LOOK!! Fanart by @mythical-illustrator that inspired this chapter! And my mental image for Tech's costume)

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The cab stopped in front of 79s, which was every bit as uproarious as Tech had made it out to be. Even more so tonight, apparently, with the contest going on. Tech had come across the advertisement for it while they were grounded on Kamino for a while. Their mission to Anaxes had led them to Skako Minor, where they discovered a clone who had been horrifically modified, imprisoned, and used for the military strategies in his mind. After his rescue, he’d decided to come with the Batch, feeling it to be a better fit than trying to return to his old squad, and they’d been summoned to Kamino for him to receive proper medical treatment and rehabilitation, as well as better-fitting cybernetics. 

So while Echo was “being upgraded”, as Tech had put it, the rest of the crew enjoyed some rest. Or tried to. Never ones to be in the same place for long, they began to get restless, each in their own way. Vel was positive that if Wrecker worked out any more, he wouldn’t fit through the Marauder door, and she hadn’t even seen Crosshair for a few days now. Tech was lost in the holonet, at least until he came up with this fantastic idea.

The delegations from Pantora and Alderaan had offered to sponsor a costume contest at 79s, “to raise morale and thank the troops”. That in and of itself wasn’t very attractive, but the considerable monetary prize promised to the winner definitely was. Since Echo was still in bacta and didn’t look as though he’d be done anytime soon, Tech had tried to convince the team to go for it. He was immediately shut down, even by Wrecker, which was a surprise. But the look on his downcast little face had tugged at Vel’s heart so much that she’d agreed to do it with him. 

When the day arrived, they’d spent the entire afternoon in various seedy parts of Coruscant, sifting through “treasures” at a variety of shops that featured all sorts of things that people had decided they didn’t want. Many of the items were old and ragged; some were intriguing in their foreign nature, being from other planets and other centuries. Vel could have sworn they’d gone through at least twenty possible costumes, but Tech had something in his mind, and he was determined to win. Maker knows they could use the credits, but Vel was starting to tire of his relentless search for… something.

His triumphant proclamation upon discovering the set of costumes they were now wearing had been music to her ears… until she saw what he was holding up. Her green ensemble had been wrapped around a dusty mannequin that Tech had picked up by the breasts, completely unaware as he was so distracted by his discovery. Along with it came a three-piece brown suit – the jacket and pants were lightly pinstriped, and the vest was a heathered beige color with the same gold buttons that adorned the high waist of Vel’s skirt. The tie and pocket square matched her outfit as well, and the final piece was a funny-shaped hat with a thin swash of fabric running around it. 

“Tech…” Vel began, but she was cut off immediately.

“I cannot believe it! If these are authentic, they are truly a piece of lost history!” he exclaimed. Vel had questions, but she knew he was far from done. “If I am not mistaken, these are standard pieces of clothing worn by humans on a planet that is long since gone. Well, not gone, but entirely desolate. Their short-sighted waste management techniques and unsustainable environmental practices led to the planet’s abandonment, but before that… There were quite a few centuries of fascinating history. This style of clothing was worn during and after their second “world war”, which is inaccurately named due to– Never mind. The point is simply that these are genuine artifacts from a time period and civilization that is long gone. Something so unique will easily set us apart and ensure our success in the contest.”

“I don’t think people will know… Or, like…” 

“Ahh! Hello, my beautiful clients! I’m so happy you found those!” the shopkeeper had appeared out of nowhere, the delight on her face mirroring Tech’s. “Those have been in my family for generations. A real piece of history! It would warm my heart to know that they are being put to good use and seeing life again.”

“I’m just not sure–”

“We would like to purchase them,” Tech interjected, and Vel covered her face with a hand. He balked upon hearing the price, and after a very thorough and nearly heated period of negotiations, the costumes were theirs, as well as a full makeover for Vel from the shopkeeper, who was apparently an expert on the fashions of other planets. 

So as she began her precarious high-heeled walk across the platform toward 79s, Vel had plenty of regrets to mutter under her breath, most of which she had tried to say earlier but had been prevented from completing. A couple of comments from passersby caught her ears, suggesting that perhaps she was the hired entertainment or possibly an “underworld dweller looking to make some money tonight”. She grimaced, walking more stiffly as she scanned the crowd for Tech. The heel of one of her shoes found a crack on the sidewalk, jerking her off balance and sending her toppling to the side with her arms flung out. A pair of strong arms caught her, lifting her back to her feet with a gentle chuckle. 

“Easy girl,” a trooper in a pilot’s uniform crooned as she steadied herself, not letting go of her arm and waist even once she was situated. “Looks like you fell into the right arms. Need some help getting around tonight?” His greasy grin and frequent glances at her outrageous cleavage did not give off good vibes, and she furrowed her brow with a snarky retort at the ready. 

“That will not be necessary,” came the pert voice she most wanted to hear, and the pilot turned to see Tech standing behind him. His outfit was similar to his casino disguise in the way it stood out like a sore thumb and also made Vel’s heart flutter. The smart brown suit and hat were slightly loose on his frame, but the wing-tipped shoes had miraculously been a perfect fit. The pilot turned back to Vel, who had jerked her arm back with a stubborn expression.

“You’re… uh… with him?” the trooper asked in disbelief.

“Damn right I am,” she snapped, lifting her chin. “And you might want to work on your game.” 

“Hey!” he squawked, holding his hands up in surrender, “I just thought you were a…”

“Do not finish that sentence,” Tech said firmly, stepping closer. His extra three inches of height came in handy as he gave the pilot a stern expression, moving past him to take Vel’s hand and wrap it around his arm. “And best wishes in your pursuit of sexual release.”

A laugh burst out of Vel before she could contain it, and the sight of the clone’s face as they disappeared into the crowd of the club was one that would bring her mirth for weeks to come. 

“What?” Tech asked, tipping his head toward her with a slight smile. 

“What do you mean, ‘what?’” she exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief. “That was brilliant.”

“It was merely a statement of fact,” he returned evenly, although she could swear she saw a glimmer in his eye. 

“You didn’t mean it as a jab?” Her tone was laced with suspicion, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so hard.

“Hm. Perhaps it functioned in multiple ways,” he observed, eyebrows slightly raised in complete innocence. 

“Alright, clever boy,” Vel chuckled, snuggling against his side. She was eternally grateful for his steady frame and gentlemanly arm as the club doors whooshed closed behind them.

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[miasmaghoul]

We always say forced fem Dew or forced fem Rain. What about forced fem Swiss?

Rain getting him all dolled up in lingerie and and telling him how much he loves his tits

Rains the only one allowed to see Swiss dolled up like this

(Plus maybe some titfucking pretty please x)

sooooo this is maybe not entirely what you asked for, but only because i think we all know Swiss would fuckin ROCK lingerie.

as such...role reversal ahoy!

Rain stares wide-eyed at the ghoul before him, blunt nails digging into his own knees.

This is not how he expected things to go when he bullied Swiss into his room. When he gestured at the...he supposed it could be called an outfit, laid out on his bed in invitation. He'd expected Swiss to balk at the idea, to act the way Rain's used to when he instigates these situations with others. Ashamed. Shy. He'd expected Swiss to flush dark, to swallow hard and squirm a little. To cringe at Rain's razor-sharp words and try to hide behind his own arms.

Instead,

"Damn I look good," Swiss lilts, his back to Rain's full-length mirror while he peers over his own shoulder, wiggling his hips. He winks at Rain in their shared reflection, gives him a filthy smirk. "You were right, this is my color."

To be fair, Swiss isn't wrong. He's a vision in pale pink, somehow making the cheap lingerie Rain keeps for these occasions look like something bespoke. Less five dollar hooker and more high-end escort.

The thigh-high stockings hug Swiss's muscular calves and thighs like a second skin, held in place by a lace garter belt that digs into the soft spots at his hips. The shiny sateen of his panties strains where it's stretched over the delicious curve of his ass, over the thick outline of his gradually swelling cock. Rain can make out the pronounced ridge of the head already, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to seeing Swiss soak a nice wet spot into the fabric. It's all capped off with a lacy bralette, one that hugs the gentle swell of Swiss's chest in a way that Rain really hadn't anticipated.

There's a lot about this he hadn't anticipated.

The way this particular shade of pink stands out against Swiss's dark skin, for one. The way Swiss can't stop admiring himself, turning every which way to watch the fabrics shift. The way he cant stop running those large hands over his exposed stomach, the tops of his thighs, the slight curve of his waist. The way he keeps cupping and squeezing his -

"If I knew my rack would look so good I'd have tried one of these things on sooner."

Rain tries to hold in his groan, he really does, but the sway of Swiss's chest is simply too powerful. The floral lace holds him perfectly, gives him something approaching cleavage. It shouldn't, Swiss isn't as thick there as Ifrit or Aether, and yet Rain can't take his eyes off of the perfectly palm-sized mounds the garment highlights.

And then there's the matter of Swiss's chest hair.

All of his hair, really, but his chest in particular seems to be doing Rain's head in. There's certainly something to be said for the dusting of it over his stomach, and for the entrancing line of his happy trail. For the place where it disappears into the waistband of his panties. Even the hair on his thighs draws Rain's gaze, but his chest...

"You're drooling," Swiss teases, a knowing look on his chiseled face. He drags his fingers through the dark, dense thatch of hair in the center of his chest and Rain's cock visibly throbs against his zipper. "My tits really got you that worked up?" The words makes his balls ache, and when Rain growls low in his throat he hates how reedy it sounds.

"Shut your mouth," he rasps, licking at already wet lips, but the other ghoul simply snorts in amusement. The words might have sounded more threatening if Rain's cheeks weren't as pink as Swiss's lingerie.

Swiss turns from the mirror and starts a slow, deliberate saunter to where Rain sits at the edge of the mattress. Languid movements that accentuate the sway of those incredible hips, the stunning length of his legs, the pull of his garters.

"You don't really want that, do you starfish?" Swiss stands before him now, stance wide, dragging one hand from his prominent bulge and up to his chest. "If you did," Swiss leans down and looks him in the eye, gives him a terrible little smile, "you'd shut me up yourself."

Rain chews the inside of his cheek. He does want to shut Swiss up. Wants to reach out and grab at those taut straps of elastic. To snap them with more than a little force against Swiss's muscular thighs, maybe leave some nice red welts that he could chase with sharp nips of his fangs. Suck some deep, dark purple marks into tender flesh, get Swiss twisting and writhing with it.

He only makes it as far as laying shaky hands on those stockinged thighs. Swiss makes an amused sound and Rain shivers in spite of himself, his usual rock-solid control slipping trough his trembling fingers like so much fine sand. He can feel himself leaking copiously into his boxers already, and all he can focus on is that fucking chest.

"You're awfully quiet all of a sudden," Swiss points out, draping his arms around Rain's neck with a lazy grin. "Shouldn't you be calling me a slut or something by now? Isn't that how this goes?"

Rain wishes he could get his tongue to do anything but sit useless in his mouth.

It's true, he wants to bite with his words as much as his fangs. Wants to sink his teeth into Swiss's mind, to find his softest spots and tear them open with all the honey-toned cruelty he can muster. Wants to see those golden eyes and thick lashes glisten with hot, shameful tears. Wants the other ghoul to crack down the center and beg for Rain to treat him like nothing but an object. He wants it to go the way it does when he has Dewdrop and Mountain like this - the way it's supposed to go.

Swiss straddles his thighs, grinds down against him like a stripper trying to make rent, and Rain has the dizzying realization that he's made a grave miscalculation.

He should know by now that things never go the way they should when Swiss is involved.

Rain groans low in his throat, wraps a long arm around Swiss's waist, relishing the feel of warm skin beneath his fingertips. He ruts against the other ghoul's ass with definite urgency and above him Swiss huffs out a soft laugh.

"Someone's needy," he says with another grind, threading strong fingers into Rain's soft curls. Rain snarls with all the ferocity of a mewling kitten and Swiss offers a playful smirk. "C'mon Rainy," he coos, saccharine, "don't you wanna treat me like the whore I am?"

Swiss leans forward, pulls Rain's face to his chest, and Rain's remaining composure crumbles to dust. He nuzzles Swiss's pecs like a cat, the scratch of that coarse hair against his cheek doing nothing to help the urgent ache between his legs. He holds Swiss close and looses a low rumble, pulling back just enough to mouth at the meat of his chest.

"On the bed," he manages after a minute, far more pleading that he wants the order to sound. He can feel his own drool slicking his chin. "On your back."

Swiss hums, low, rubs himself against Rain's face one last time just to hear the strangled sound he makes. Rain flushes darker with it, he can feel the heat in his face, but he hardly cares. Not when Swiss slides from his lap with a dancer's elegance, dragging callused fingers along the cut of his jaw.

Rain chases the touch, unable to tear his eyes from the lines of the other ghoul's body as he crawls up the mattress. He settles against the pillows, arms crossed behind his head, and when Swiss spreads his legs it takes every single drop of Rain's remaining self control to not fling himself between them.

Instead, he climbs up hurriedly after Swiss with as much dignity as he can muster, despite the drool on his face and the beyond obvious wet spot on his jeans. He straddles those stupid hips in one fluid motion and immediately gets hands on Swiss's chest, giving those luscious handfuls a firm squeeze. Swiss offers an exaggerated moan, arching up into the touch in a way that makes Rain's head spin, makes his own hips stutter forward.

"You're really into my tits, aren't you?"

Rain nods distractedly, rutting against Swiss's belly. He presses inwards, squishes the soft flesh together to see the way it moves. He tangles long fingers into that nest of hair with a thready sigh, biting his lip, and Swiss's eyes darken.

"You wanna fuck 'em?"

The question his Rain like a truck, a flare of heat in his gut that wrenches a pained sound from his throat. He squeezes hard and Swiss gives him a wicked smile, fangs poking out over his lower lip. Rain's mouth feels so incredibly dry.

It's something he hadn't even considered, but the second the words sink their claws into his mind Rain can't think of anything he wants more. He wants to see his cock sandwiched between Swiss's lace-clad pecs, to feel that coarse hair and fabric against his shaft. Wants to watch himself leak into it, get Swiss's skin all slick and shiny.

Wants to paint those sweet tits with his own mess and then lick up every last drop.

"Now who's the slut?" Swiss's words drip with lust, and Rain realizes far too late that he said all of that out loud. If only he could bring himself to care.

"Touch them," he huffs, hastily moving to pull his dick out with shivery fingers. "Play with them." Swiss, for once, deigns to listen.

"Go ahead," he says, and Rain chokes on nothing as he watches Swiss pluck at his nipples through the bralette. He slaps the wet, red tip of his cock against Swiss's stomach and they both gasp. "Want you to get 'em all messy."

Rain wastes no time, shuffling forward to cage Swiss between his thighs. He gives himself a firm stroke, milking out a bead of pre and letting it drip onto the lace below. He lifts the band of the bralette just enough to slide his impossibly stiff length beneath it, and the sensation is exquisite.

The lace is tight and rough. Rain hisses at the drag of it, at the rasp of Swiss's hair against the entirely too sensitive underside. It all feels far better than it has any right to, and Rain's shaking by the time he's fully seated between them. Panting and hot, Rain bats Swiss's hands out of the way and grabs at his chest, gropes with needy fingers.

"Knew you'd like it," the other ghoul sing-songs, clearly amused. "C'mon, show me what a pretty girl I am."

Rain gurgles at the words, flinches like he's been hit. Swiss lays his hands over Rain's without prompting, presses that soft flesh around his shaft, and Rain shudders at the sight. He rolls his hips just once, a slow back-and-forth; a blurt of pre pours from the slit, drools into the hollow of Swiss's throat, and, well, it's simply too much.

Rain grunts with every short, wet thrust between Swiss's tits, greedy little humps that fill the room with filthy sounds. His hands feel tiny where they sit under Swiss's, and for as desperate as he feels Swiss look as cool as can be. His grin widens when Rain's thighs start to shake.

"You're cute like this," he taunts, squeezing hard enough to have Rain gasping through clenched teeth. "Should dress up for you more often."

Rain whimpers and feels all the more pathetic for it. But he can't stop, can't so much as slow the urgent snaps of his hips. He's leaking constantly now, more and more sticky streaks coating Swiss's chest with each passing minute.

"That's right, just like that," Swiss encourages, eyes sparkling. "Gimme a nice pearl necklace to go with my outfit."

Rain bites his tongue so hard he tastes copper.

[cadybear420]

19 for Evie x Aiden (NSFW asks)

19. When they “dress-up” for sex, what’s their go-to outfit? Lingerie, suit, gown, etc.?

TYSM for this ask!!! <3 <3 <3 Details are below the cut:

For Evie, anything in her style that's masc and/or shows off her muscles will do. She also has a set of "special underwear" that's basically heart-patterned boxers.

For Aiden, basically any outfit that falls into the "cunt-serving" category. A lot of which are close to the same outfits he likes as everyday wear.

Sometimes this means risque and revealing clothing such as crop tops, short shorts, etc. Sometimes this means clothing that isn't quite as risque but is still very flattering to his body– think form-fitting waistcoats, hip-hugging slacks, stuff like that. Sometimes it's a combination of both, like a crop top paired with slacks.

Aiden also owns a few sets of lingerie. He's rather partial to panties+thigh highs in dark tones, both lace/sheer and solid fabric. Bonus points if there's also a garter belt and something to accentuate the chest.

(Oh and he's definitely tried stuff like bunnysuits and catsuits before)

Also, belts. Evie finds it weirdly sexy when Aiden wears a belt. She doesn't know why.

He also definitely gets into body jewelry and loves to add it to certain outfits when fitting, especially waist/belly chains. They sort of "decorate" him and make him feel like a goddess.

They both agree that the best kinds with some degree of a "professional" and/or "(semi)-formal" aesthetic– something that can be both sharp and sexy. Fitting his serious hard-work-focused demeanor, but also accentuating his best features (ass, hips, chest, thighs/legs, belly/waist). Aiden is the ultimate epitome of class, sass, and ass, and he loves his outfits to show that.

Ask list here!

[roadkillxd]

uhm.. so.. i was watching burlesque and had a thought 🌝

listen listen, price w a m!reader who’s kind of his boyfriend but kind of not? like a situationship sort of, whenever price is off duty he goes to reader’s club to watch him dance (lingerie included if you’re comfortable) and they always fuck after, but price is starting to develop feelings, he doesn’t say anything bc he thinks reader won’t share the same feelings little does he know reader actually does, so maybe some smut (bottom reader) and some feelings talk fluff ?? 🧎🏽 much thanks 🫶🏽🫶🏽

As someone who's accidentally said I love you during foreplay it's easier than you think. Also, this is the fit I had in mind when writing this (x) (x).

Price x M!Reader ↪ 1863 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male submissive (burlesque dancer) reader, cis male dominant Price, referenced/implied prostitution, unsafe sex, minor angst, possessive behavior, love confessions, lingerie, burlesque/brothels, penetrative sex, anal sex, and analingus.

Price weaves through the crowd of sweaty and drunken bodies, eyes trailing after you as you leave the stage. Only when you return to that inky blackness behind the curtain does he train his gaze elsewhere, toward the red-lit hall you’ve led him down the last few times. 

The two of you have done this enough times that it’s almost muscle memory at this point, he doesn’t even have to count the doors anymore to find yours, raising a fist to knock.

The first time he’d ever wandered in here, looking for a drink in more ways than one, he was immediately enraptured by your figure moving about the stage, hips swinging so tantalizingly—watching how easily you moved to the music, the cute little lingerie sets you wore each time accentuating every pretty curve and crevice. 

Price was a simple man, and so he usually preferred the simplicity of a strip club to burlesque shows, but the way you performed had him hooked. None of the other dancers could compare to you, and to Price it was no wonder why you were one of the very few that had their own dressing room.

You open the door and Price drinks you in, a short little silk robe wrapped around your frame. He can see the dark red of your stockings and knows you’re still in the little thong and garter belt you had on stage, the thin black harness hugging your chest.

“John,” you breathe, face lighting up. Price doesn’t want to admit the flutter in his heart each time he comes back from work, sometimes months later, and you still remember his name. He thanks his lucky stars it’s one of the most common ones in the world.

“Invite me in?” He asks.

“Vampire,” you laugh, stepping back to allow him entry. He moves into the room and you close the door behind him, locking it. He looks over your vanity, examining the makeup and jewelry scattered about.

You let your robe slide off and move toward him, placing a gentle hand on his arm as you slip between the table and his solid, warm body. His large hands immediately move to your waist, squeezing you.

“Christ,” he murmurs, taking you in again, like he can never get enough.

“Always the first time with you,” you say softly, teasing, “didn’t you see me on stage?”

“It’s so much more stunning this close, love,” the pet name slips out unbidden, and you blush, your own hands trailing up his sides to his chest, massaging at his pecs and earning a soft little grunt before you continue your journey upward to wrap your arms around his neck. 

He’s the first to lean in, pressing his lips to yours. You hum, immediately trying to deepen the kiss, but he doesn’t budge, kissing you slow and sweet. Indulging himself. His brain always gets so fuzzy when he’s with you—always feels so good just touching you. 

You move your head to kiss the corner of his mouth, and his cheek, his jaw, and he tries to chase your lips, making an annoyed little noise that has you smiling.

He moves instead to kiss at your neck, nuzzling against the soft skin there.

“Getting sweet on me, John?” You joke, and Price tenses. Your brow furrows and you move your hands to his arms, rubbing up and down, “hey, hey, I’m just kidding.”

“Funny,” he responds flatly, gripping your chin with his thumb and forefinger before pulling you into a rough kiss, tonguing into your mouth and making you moan wantonly. When he pulls back there's a string of saliva connecting your lips that snaps as he talks, “this what you want?”

His free hand grips your bulge hard through the soft fabric and you yelp, melting into a moan as he squeezes and gropes at you. You hold his offending arm, using him for leverage to rock into his touch. He watches you with intense eyes.

But something is off, his movements jilted, shoulders drawn up tight like he’s holding himself back from something. You pull his arm off of you and the slightest hint of worry crosses his features.

“You’re upset,” you say softly, running your fingers through his short hair. 

“It’s fine,” he grunts, though his eyes flutter shut, leaning into your gentle touch, “I’m fine,” he repeats, like he’s trying to convince more than you.

“You can talk to me.”

“That’s not what this is,” he says darkly, like a sad admittance. 

“It's whatever you want it to be.”

“S’long as I pay enough, right?” he tries to joke, though it falls flat, smile not quite reaching his eyes.

“I’ve never charged you…” your brow furrows, cupping his cheek. His blue eyes seem a little glassy—faded, and they squeeze shut as he speaks.

“You charge the others,” he grumbles, “I know there’s others.”

He’s jealous, you realize. And then, more suddenly, this… thing, between you two. It means more to him than you had thought. You’d considered yourself a passing fancy to him—a warm and wet hole ready and waiting for him whenever he was on leave. 

“Why do you think that is, John? That I charge the others, and not you?” You try, wanting to say what you feel without words.

“Got a great cock, maybe,” he jokes again, and you can’t help the little chuckle that escapes past your lips.

“Okay, yes, you do. But of course that isn’t why—I mean, fuck, John, there’s so many rules I let you break.”

Price looks at you carefully, like he’s searching for the lie—waiting for the punchline to come where he’s the butt of the joke. Why would you care for someone like him? Some older man bound to the military life that only comes around every few months, if that. You deserve so much more from a lover. A partner.

“I like you,” you finally breathe out, that small weight hovering above your chest now.

“More than you should,” Price says, kissing you. 

He’s gentle again, though now with an insistence, one hand tugging at your harness to arch your back, your chest puffed up against his broad torso. 

You don’t need him to admit anything—you know him. Over the year or so you’ve known him, you’ve learned despite how much he can talk, he’s not a man of emotional words. Things like affection are spoken through action—the steady press of his thigh between your legs, the calloused hand thumbing at your perked nipple.

He speaks through action, and pleasure. Your pleasure. 

He hitches his hands under your thighs, hauling you up onto the counter. You gasp at the show of strength, squeezing his shoulders as he lowers to his knees with a grunt, mouthing wetly at your bulge before trailing down, tugging aside the thong—always so obsessed with keeping them on—to lap at your hole.

You cry out, feeling the thick muscle slip into you, licking hungrily at your insides. Price moans against you, moans like he’s the one feeling it, and the vibrations make you shudder, grabbing a fistful of his hair to rock down onto his mouth, trying to take him deeper.

He stretches you open on his tongue so skillfully, his beard scraping so deliciously against your inner thighs. You can’t help but watch as his own hips rock lazily into the air, mindlessly humping like a mutt. It makes your cock spur, what you do to him.

“John,” you moan, tugging at his hair, “fuck me, please.”

He growls against you, eyes rolling back ever so slightly as he trails back up your body. He pushes you to lay down as much as you can on the cramped surface, sucking and nibbling at your nipples as he fumbles with his jeans, pulling his cock free with a relieved groan. 

He straightens to slap his heavy prick against your thighs a few times, stroking himself. The tip is flushed and sticky from precum, the clear fluid dribbling out and down his shaft, slicking the way for his fist. 

He lines himself up with your hole, rubbing the spongy head against you as he leans in, forehead pressed to yours.

“Tell me the rules,” he says, voice low and gravelly. Your head is spinning, so close to being filled and yet he won’t move, freehand firm on your hip to pin you in place.

“W-what?” You stutter out, blinking blearily at him.

“The rules you have. For your clients,” he growls out the last word, that jealousy flaring in him again. It makes you moan, and he moves to suck bruising marks against your throat.

“I–I,” you choke, swallowing, “condoms. Always.”

He bites down on your neck and slides into you, making you cry out as you stretch to accommodate his girth, the wet heat of your insides so snug around his cock as your walls ripple and flex around him.

“What else?” He whispers, hips beginning a slow but steady pace, ever so slowly increasing in speed as he picks up momentum. He captures your lips with his own before you can speak, licking into your mouth and biting down on your lower lip before pulling away to let you talk.

“No kissing,” you breathe, a dazed smile spreading across your face. He smiles back, kissing you again, hungry and ever so insatiable. 

You push at his chest, urging him to lean back so you can tug at the hem of his shirt. He quickly shucks it off, wrapping his strong arms around you to pull you flush to his body.

His hips start to move faster and with more force, balls slapping against your ass with each thrust, cock ramming into you and making you see stars, punching little ‘ah, ah, ah’s out of you with each movement. 

He trails his lips up your neck, breathing in your scent, taking in everything he can through every sense he has, trying to burn it into his memory like he hasn’t vividly relived everyone of these nights any chance he can get with a hand fisting his cock.

“I love you,” he gushes, the words out of his mouth before he can think, and he keeps saying it, over and over like a prayer, squeezing you so tight against him as he pants against your heated skin.

“Fuck, oh fuck, John m’gonna—” you cry out, back arching, baring down on him as your cock swells and kicks within your thong, cum spurting against the tight fabric. 

Price groans at the vice grip around his dick, having to slow his movements in fear of tearing you with how tight you're clenching down around him. The spasm of your walls milk him, squeezing at the sensitive tip and making him gasp as he suddenly cums, balls drawing up tight as he fills you with his load, hips rutting, stuttering into you.

He shakes ever so gently with the aftershocks, face still hidden against your shoulder as he continues to inhale your intoxicating scent, hands mindlessly smoothing up and down your back as you in turn pet through his hair and at the base of his scalp.

“I love you, too.”

[heymrspatel]

Julissa!!! I’m obsessed with your latest art! 💖💖💖💖 I have to ask - did you have a backstory in mind as you drew it? Like, did Ian buy it because he thought Mickey would look good in it and surprise Mickey with it? Or did they both get the idea in their heads and go online shopping? Or did Mickey want to try it out and just surprise Ian out of nowhere?

calli! hi calli!! thank you so much 🥹 now you know i always have my own little stories going on for everything i do heehee! so!

mickey bought it after seeing ian eyeing a similar one on one of their fun shopping trips. one second they're being silly looking at toys, the next ian is thumbing through the delicate panes of flowers on a garter. "i bet something like this would look and feel amazing on your skin, mick". mickey scoffed and grumbled his way out of the aisle, waving their chosen toy above his head on the way to the register. ian immediately following. unable to resist the giddy bounce of mickey's eyebrows. that tongue poking out. smacking his ass on the way out of the store.

but, mickey - he went back.

he went back and really looked through them. scrunching his nose at ones he thought were gaudy. twisting his mouth at others that didn't have enough oomph. but this one. this one with the scalloped edges and curves that look like stain glass windows. with little leaves and flowers, like the ones ian tends to every day. black for his pale skin. soft, it's so soft. a stretchy garter belt, perfect for a little snap! the see through meshy hips on silky underwear. for the tease, for the feel. all of it scratching that sensory itch. yea. yea, this one.

they've had it for a while now. ian losing his mind everytime mickey suggests wearing it. because he does. he loves it! he loves how it feels and he love how HE feels. soft, warm, sensual. hot, sexy, strong. the lace accentuating his waist, his thick thighs. it leads to all sorts of sensory play, how could it not! it's how they find themselves here now. lace whispering on skin so cold from the ice, so hot from ian's body. ian's icey fingertips tracing a goosebumpy trail, while his palms melt and heal. mickey's being so good! and if he holds on just a little longer he'll be all warm soon.

[afterdarkprincess]

Pretty In Pink- An Aftershocks Side Story

Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Explicit Summary: On a brief vacation from shows, Sami comes home to find his boyfriend all dressed up and waiting for him. ----- Aftershocks side story, but can be read alone! It's just pure filth honestly :)

This fic is Explict and contains: Daddy Kink, Feminization, Lingerie, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Spanking tags for: @feelschicken @imabillyami @elementaldoughnut12 @harmshake @southerngirl41 and @jeysbvck! 💖✨ (If anyone else would like a tag in my Samijey fics let me know!) AO3 Link

Sami’s stomach fluttered with nervous butterflies, excited yet anxious about how this evening will go.

They’re in Montreal, it’s late fall and the air is crisp and chilly. Both of them are on a short break from shows right now, and they’re taking full advantage of the time in Sami’s cozy apartment rather than hotel rooms.

It’s been a few months since that tumultuous night after Summerslam, and Sami and Jey have become even closer than they were before. Jey making the jump to the Raw roster certainly helped, but every moment they didn’t have other obligations they were inseparable.

They’d been planning for this mini break over the last few weeks, and Sami is obviously excited for their evening, but more than anything he’s just happy to spend some uninterrupted time with Jey.

Sami enters the apartment, taking off his coat and hanging it on the rack. He hears soft music distantly from the direction of the bedroom, but otherwise it’s quiet with no sign of his boyfriend.

“Jey? Where are you honey?” Sami calls, poking his head into the living room and kitchen to find nothing. He figures Jey must be in his bedroom, theirs now, and heads back the hallway to find the door slightly ajar. He opens the door slowly, cautious if perhaps Jey fell asleep, but that’s definitely not the case.

Inside he finds Jey on the bed splayed out against the sheets. He’s dressed in lingerie, baby pink playing against his deeply tanned skin and the dark ink of his tattoos. His pecs are held by a frilly pink tulle bra that matches the panties that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, his hard dick straining against the material and staining it with his precum. There’s a matching garter belt around his waist, connecting to pink stockings that end at his mid-thigh, almost exactly where his leg tattoos start.

Jey’s lips are shiny with thick pink gloss and his already long eyelashes are accentuated with mascara. His face is relaxed, head thrown back against the pillows and Sami feels his dick fill at the sight of him.

He looks so soft and pretty in all that pink, but as Sami makes his way inside the room his eyes are drawn to the pink bejeweled plug that hums from between Jey’s thighs, disappearing into his glistening hole just visible beneath the mesh of the panties.

“You started without me?” Sami asks. “Baby, you know what that means.”

Jey looks up from the bed. “Couldn’t help it, Daddy. Missed you.”

“Missed you too,” Sami drops a kiss to the top of Jey’s head, running his hands along the soft exposed skin of Jey’s arms, following the lines of his tattoos. “But I still have to punish you, sweetheart.”

Jey pouts, batting his eyelashes as he grinds his hips down, jostling the plug inside him. “C’mon, that ain’t fair.”

Sami fixes him with a look, grabbing him by the thighs and tugging him to the edge of the bed so their hips are flush.

“You wanna try that again?”

Jey blushes furiously. “Sorry, Daddy. M’ready for it.”

“Flip over,” Sami instructs, rubbing his hands together to warm them as Jey moves onto his stomach, his feet dangling off and barely brushing the floor. His eyes drink in the sight of Jey’s thick juicy ass just barely contained in his pink panties, the plug just peeking out between his cheeks.

Sami pulls the panties aside and gently removes the plug, watching in rapt fascination as Jey’s hole stretches and winks shut again. He’s tempted to forgo the punishment and just plunge into that sweet tight heat, but he has to follow through. He runs his hands across the fabric of the panties before pulling the waistband down to expose Jey’s cheeks to the air.

“Count for me baby,” Sami runs his hands over the exposed skin, keeping Jey tense with anticipation.

Jey’s head lolls on the sheets and Sami gives him a quick smack to start, easing him into it.

“One,” Jey groans.

Sami pulls his hand back further this time, striking the other cheek with more force.

“Two,”

He alternates back, hitting the same spot as before.

“Hnnn… Three,” Jey’s legs shake.

Sami continues the next few in short succession, moving between the left and right cheek until both are flushed dark and Jey’s breathing heavily.

“Ah, Ah, Ten. Fuck, Sami please-“ Jey bites around his thumb and Sami can’t let that slide.

“I was going to stop there until you hid those pretty noises from me, five more and we’ll be done.”

Jey nods into the sheets and Sami gives him a quick soothing rub over both cheeks before doling out the rest of his punishment.

“F-fifteen,” Jey sobs through the last count, tears fully flowing down his cheeks.

Sami’s anxiety overtakes his mind, “Jey, color?”

Jey doesn’t respond for a moment and dread fills Sami’s stomach that perhaps he’s pushed him too far, but finally he exhales and replies, “Green.”

“Good Job, sweetheart. You did so well,” Sami feels relief flood through him and he presses soft kisses against Jey’s reddened skin, pulling the panties down and completely off of him. “Such a good girl for me, Jey. Look so pretty all dressed up.”

Sami helps Jey roll over, exposing his flushed and tear stained face. He kisses the tear tracks reverently, holding Jey’s cheek and neck securely to soothe him.

Jey tries to catch his breath, and Sami breathes with him slowly to help him relax. After a few moments, Jey’s brain comes back online. “Did I- do good, Sami?” His eyes are pleading and eager and Sami feels the length of Jey’s dick, still hard despite the rough treatment.

“Mhm, you did so good for Daddy. Gonna give you your reward now for being so good, give you a treat.” Sami kisses him again, getting some of the pink lipstick on his own lips before he moves to kneel on the bed.

Sami moves Jey’s legs with ease, fitting himself between them before folding Jey in half and resting his ankles on Sami’s own shoulders. He pushes the waistband of his pants down, freeing his length to smack against Jey’s inner thigh and causing the younger man to moan wantonly.

“So empty, please Daddy,” Jey sighs, shifting his hips and trying to get closer to the warmth of Sami’s erection.

Sami tuts, “Patience love,” as he takes one hand down to Jey’s waiting hole. He’s still open slightly from the plug and Sami sinks his thumb in with no resistance, the digit embraced by Jey’s wet warmth. Sami moves his thumb inside slowly, gently messaging the muscles and coaxing them to relax further.

Jey whines at the onslaught, the contact thats good but not quite enough. Before long Sami trades the thumb for his pointer and middle fingers, pressing in and watching as Jey swallows them up with ease. Once inside, buried in one long press, he again takes his time. Moving the fingers together slowly, flexing and undulating them together, rubbing against Jey’s sensitive spot relentlessly causing his cockhead to drool with precum, further ruining the pink tulle panties barely containing him.

With Sami’s free hand he runs his fingertips along the pink lace stockings, admiring how they look against Jey’s skin and tattoos. “So soft and pretty for me baby, look at you taking me so good.” Jey bites his lip and Sami can’t have that. “Jey, tell me how it feels sweetheart. Tell Daddy how much you like his fingers in your pussy.”

“Ah, ah, so-,” Jey’s head falls back against the sheets, undone by Sami’s words and the feel of him inside. “Feels so good, Daddy. F-fuck.”

Sami presses hard, rubbing circles into Jey’s prostate and drinking in his cries before slipping a third finger inside. His other hand ghosts over the strained panties, just barely touching with his fingertips over Jey’s neglected dick.

“M’ready- Sami please-“ Jey gasps out, unable to contain himself.

Sami shakes his head, “Now you know that’s not gonna cut it, sweetheart. You gotta ask Daddy for what you want.”

Jey turns his head, shy and trying to avoid the situation. “W-want you to fuck me.”

The words are quiet, mumbled and rushed, not remotely what he was looking for. Sami removes his fingers from Jey’s hole and withdraws his fingertips from the sheer pink fabric.

“Not quite princess, try again,”

“But Daddy-“ Jey whines, but he’s cut off by a loud smack to his ass.

“Again, Jey,” Sami prompts, tone leaving no room for argument as tears well in Jey’s eyes again.

That sinking feeling creeps in Sami’s stomach again, and he nearly asks Jey for a color.

He’s interrupted as Jey sniffles, staring up at him like a lost puppy. “D-daddy, will you fuck me?”

Sami smiles, “Fuck your what, baby?”

Jey’s cheeks darken with blush, “My pussy.” Sami raises an eyebrow. “Please- please daddy fuck my pussy.” Jey stammers out before Sami corrects him.

“Of course,” Sami bends down, capturing Jey’s lips in a heated kiss, his dick brushing against Jey’s wet, twitching hole. His hips buck, trying to angle towards the head of Sami’s dick. Sami chuckles as he pulls back. “Just a second sweetheart.” He reaches down and lines himself up with Jey, pressing just slightly, not enough to fully enter yet.

With his free hand he hooks a thumb into the waistband of Jey’s panties, dragging them down and tucking them under Jey’s heavy balls to leave his hard dick exposed to the air. Sami strokes it lightly just a few times, letting the anticipation build.

He finally sinks into Jey with no warning, burying himself in that delicious tight heat in one quick thrust. Sami paused, afraid that he might bust too soon between how long he’d been teasing Jey and how good he felt wrapped around him, his inner walls working on Sami’s dick.

Jey cries out, a jumbled mix of words and groans and sighs as he is finally filled the way he’s craved all evening. Sami feels so big inside of him, despite all the stretching and the plug, and Jey wouldn’t want it any other way.

Sami sets a slow pace, just rocking into Jey and enjoying the sweet friction as his head drags over Jey’s prostate on each pass.

Jey keeps his eyes on Sami, his pretty pink lips open as he breathes through the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. He’s been hard for what feels like hours and he’s already close to the edge of orgasm.

“S-Daddy?” Jey’s voice shakes. “I’m close, please.”

Sami shakes his head, “Not yet baby, wait until I say.”

Jey feels more tears fall from his eyes, but as impossible as it seems he wants to be good for Sami. He nods.

Sami’s pace quickens a bit and their hips slam together, rocking the bed frame into the wall with hard thuds.

Jey’s hands clench into the sheets, looking for something to ground him. Sami notices and threads their fingers together with one hand while he holds Jey’s hip in the other. Sami pulls Jey down onto his dick just a much as he’s snapping his hips and driving his dick into that tight wet hole.

“Okay,” Sami grits out, the hot coil in his stomach about to burst, “Go ahead, baby girl. You can come.”

Jey explodes, his dick shooting thick ropes of cum onto his stomach. His inner walls convulse, clenching tight around Sami’s girth inside him.

Sami’s close himself in the hot vice grip of Jey’s body, his hips hammering in faster as he chases his release. “Gonna cum inside of you, gonna knock you up.”

“Yeah?” Jey breathes out, eyes wide and glossed over with pleasure.

“Mhm,” Sami nods just as he hits the edge, driving his cock in deep. “Fuck, Jey, baby ah-“ The force of his orgasm cuts off his mumbling.

Jey feels it inside of him, the way Sami’s dick twitches and spurts his hot cum deep, filling him up with warmth. He feels satisfaction wash over him, and for just a moment he imagines that Sami could really get him pregnant fucking him like this.

If there were any way for his dick to get hard again, he would.

Sami sighs, content and boneless but unwilling to leave the warmth of Jey’s body. The rational part of his brain knows he needs to start aftercare sooner rather than later, and the last thing he wants to do is let Jey drop.

He pulls out slowly and carefully, watching intently as Jey’s hole twitches and a glob of cum leaks out behind him. Sami’s instinct is to push it back inside, keep his baby bred full, but the scene is over, they can talk about it for next time.

Sami presses a quick kiss to Jey’s knee, mumbling a quick, “Be right back,” before heading into the ensuite bathroom to wet a towel. He returns quickly with a wet town and a dry one, as well as Jey’s fluffy robe.

“C’mere sweetie,” Sami says, taking hold of Jey’s hand where it’s flopped onto the bedsheets, his boyfriend fully melted into the mattress.

Jey moves with a small noise of protest and Sami makes quick work of cleaning him, running the cloth over his stomach before nudging his thighs open again to clean the mess he left of Jey’s hole.

As he gently wipes with the cloth, he coos, “Jey you did so well honey.” He moves Jey’s legs again and helps him sit up on the bed. Somehow he looks even cuter than before with messed up makeup, lingerie askew and his sleepy eyes. “Was that good? Everything you hoped for?” Sami’s anxiety creeps back in with how quiet his boyfriend is.

Jey smiles though and nods, “It was so good, boo. Damn near knocked me out there.”

Sami leaned in and kissed his forehead. “Good, lets get this off of you, hm?”

Jey nods again, allowing Sami to move his arms and maneuver the lace bra up and over his head. Sami drops the garment to the floor and helps Jey to stand.

The garter and panties of the set are undoubtedly ruined, sticky and stained with cum as they are, but Sami gently unclips the stockings from the garter and first pulls down the stockings, lovingly massaging Jey’s thighs and calves as he goes.

Jey groans appreciatively at the feeling on his sore muscles and steps out when Sami directs him to. Next come the panties, and he feels so much better now with them off, despite how cute they looked on. The garter belt comes off last and Jey is fully nude.

Sami stands, grabbing the robe again as he rises, but before he can offer it to Jey, his lovers arms wrap around his neck and pull him in close for a sweet brush of lips.

“Thank you, Sami.” Jey pecks him again. “I really mean it, that was perfect.”

Sami nods, wrapping his arms around Jey’s waist, “Love you so much, baby.”

Jey looks at him, the man who’s become his whole world, “Love you too.”

Sami wraps him up in the robe and settles Jey back into bed before yanking his own clothes off to join him under the covers, holding Jey in his arms before they finally both drift off to sleep.

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Thank you for reading!! More fics coming soon :)

[yozakurabae]

i forgot to post this in here >.<

point is…

i drew my boruto faves, deciding to give them a more high-end look to them since for some reason their time skip designs seems to look more like modern outfits compared to the outfits in naruto

HAUNT COUTURE CODE AND SARADA !!!!

- a stylish take to code’s vampiric fashion and a ghastly look for sarada’s haunting beauty

do not repost !!

it was really fun drawing and designing them !!

under the cut i included the details for each of their outfits in case anyone is curious :3

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Code

- dress shirt - a sheer (see through) dress shirt with one sleeve since he’s always covered up, thought we could have something different for a change

- sleeveless crop top - covering his chest so not everything is shown due to the sheer shirt but cropped so it’s still seen

- tie - tied into a large bow for a more dressy look

- belt - around his torso to replicate a corset [was gonna give him a corset but thought it’d be too similar to Sarada] and ties at the back

- metal chains - herringbone chains hanging off his belt loops. his original triangle earrings are used as charms to decorate

- pants - a unique take to men’s pants by incorporating lace in a pattern of spiderwebs to keep the gothic elements

- shoes - anti gravity (heel-less) dress shoes inspired by his claw marks

- earrings - mismatched earrings. his left earring has a skull hanging to represent his goal in carrying out Isshiki’s will resulting in the worst possible future, his right earring was inspired by the claw-like shape his hands take during battle

- glove - gave him a short glove on his left hand to add an extra accessory

- metal armor with cape - the armor’s chain has a diamond shape to represent his karma. a lot of code’s canon look appears to be heavily inspired by Dracula so i took it for a more modern take. the armor has a shape inspired by a bat’s wings. it wraps around his back and covers the left side of his chest to protect the heart (vampire’s are killed with a stake through the heart). a cape was added since Dracula is depicted with one and for a more regal appearance as Isshiki’s heir, giving the impression of being the “Kara Prince”

Sarada

- dress - long sheer dress to replicate a ghastly appearance

- bodysuit - worn under her dress to preserve her modesty

- corset - added to accessorize and accentuate her slim waist

- cape - a sheer cape with laced trimming. the lace pattern replicates the Sharingan. as the Uchiha Princess, it was added to give her a more princess-y look and feel

- choker with chain necklace - a choker to keep an element of her original time skip design and the herringbone chains that go down her are done in a way to replicate a skeleton’s torso

- garter - a thorn garter to hold her kunai knife. in the shape of thorns to keep the spooky factor

- shoes - heeled boots with skull platforms. a skeletal forearm and hand act as the heel. the Uchiha Clan are dead, so this is done to show that. has chains for decor and hanging off each are her original earrings from her time skip design

- earrings - heart shaped spiderwebbed earrings since Uchihas are the clan who treasure love the most

- handbag - in the shape of a tombstone with the Uchiha crest on it to pay homage to the Uchiha Clan Massacre

- headpiece - is around her head and veil hangs over her face in place of her glasses. Sarada is often seen accessorized with a camellia flower, so it was included to add a touch of cuteness to her gothic look