#is cropped tops or high-waist short skirts

[queerloquial]

in the tags: bitching about ts4 cc

[mousemannation]

can u play tennis in a turtleneck

[zoe-oneesama]

Idk if you’ve seen the s6 redesign of Marinette, but:

Since you make such awesome outfits for these kids, how would you fix this if you had the chance?? (Please I’m begging you 😭)

I held onto this ask so long that Marinette's official Season 6 lewk dropped so I had to modify my sketch but here we go~!

I'll reserve too much of my judgment on the updated promo look until we see it in motion, but I'm definitely not totally sold on it. I hate her boring shirt, the bow on the collar plus the flat way her blazer lies on her makes it look like one big Tuxedo T-shirt. The designers have never heard of black tights because this is the second (since her maid look) that they've mixed warm and cool toned "blacks" and I want them to STAHP.

And maybe things have changed since I was a teenager, but I don't know ANYONE who willingly tucked their shirt into their pants or shorts unless they were going to church or something. Into a skirt, sure, but otherwise most people would pair high waisted pants with a crop top because then your midriff wouldn't show.

The original leak was way worse, I'll give them that. But I'm begging them to just tryyyyyy to make their fashion designer a little more fashionable.

[fox-guardian]

[ID: Three sets of digital drawings of Alice Dyer from The Magnus Protocol in different outfits on a brown background. She is a thin white trans woman with freckles, shaggy brown hair with faded pink tips, crooked teeth, and pink painted nails, and she is always wearing pink cat-eye glasses, two pairs of silver earrings and silver snakebites, with a varying third ear piercing as well.

The first image features three pajama outfits.

The first is a baby pink cami, dusty pink shorts, and burgundy slippers, in which she also has her hair tied in a bun with a burgundy colored scrunchie. She is standing hunched and yawning.

The second is a dusty pink cami, gray PJ bottoms with pink stars and moons, a dark blue robe, and burgundy slippers. In that one, her hair is down and extra shaggy, and she is scratching her side, lifting her shirt a bit.

The third has her with nicely curled hair, wearing a baby pink satin robe, a black cami, and burgundy stockings, slippers, and matching makeup. She is standing coyly lifting her robe slightly with one leg lifted and a hand to her mouth.

The second image features three work outfits.

The first is of her in a pink and gray flannel shirt, dark blue hoodie, patchwork flannel maxi skirt, and dusty pink converse. She is also wearing a gold and red braided bracelet and a pink one. She is standing in profile, smiling with her hands behind her back.

The second outfit is a blue, pink, and brown flannel shirt over a grey undershirt, a pair of ripped blue jeans, a brown and pink flannel tied around her waist, brown socks, dusty pink converse, pink bracelet, and a dark blue hoodie draped over her shoulder. She is standing with one hand on her hip, the other holding her hoodie, and she is smiling as thought talking.

The third outfit is a burgundy blouse, long navy skirt, brown belt, and burgundy shoes. Her hair is also done in nice curls and she is wearing soft burgundy makeup. She is smiling awkwardly and shrugging.

The third image features casual outfits.

The first is a soft pink tank top with a navy bra peeking underneath, a frilly brown maxi skirt, pink slip-ons, and a grey and brown flannel purse. She is also wearing the three bracelets previously shown with, and pink donut earrings. She is smiling with her hands behind her.

The second outfit is a burgundy bra, baggy brown and grey flannel hanging off her shoulder, a pink and brown flannel tied around her waist, a navy knee-length skirt, white crew socks, and dusty pink converse. She is also wearing a grey bracelet, a pink beaded bracelet, tooth earrings, and navy eyeshadow and burgundy lipstick. She is standing leaning to the side with one hand on her knee, smiling and holding up a peace-sign with her other hand near her face.

The last outfit is a dusty pink crop-top with a boat on it, dark blue hoodie, a short burgundy-plaid skirt, shredded navy tights, gray knee-high socks with burgundy stripes at the top, and dusty pink converse. She also has her usual bracelets as well as shark earrings and smeared burgundy lipstick. She is jumping up, smiling and shouting, with one hand punching into the air.

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ALICE OUTFITS <3 these were soooo fun to do omg. i have my own favorites out of these, please tell me yours!! i'm really happy with how they all turned out <3

[thekims4]

Soft Girl Lookbook #4

Hair / Skin 1, 2, 3, 4 / Eyebrows / Eyes / Eyelids / Eyeliner / Blush / Lips

Clothing - Top

*Acc Tied Sweatshirt @backtrack-cc

Strap Knit Crop Top @rimings

Cropped Long-Sleeved T-Shirt @rimings

Wordoard Oversized Hoodie @grafity-cc

*Acc Leather Blazer @charonlee

Thrud Top @serenity-cc x @sentate

Escape Dimension Top @zaozzaa

Cable Knit Cardigan @dream-girl

Clothing - Bottom

Saoirse Skirt @daisy-pixels

Seiko Skirt @missvalentine142

Lovely Pattend Knit Patch Denim Skirt @rimings

Drawstring Shorts @gorillax3-cc

Split Mini Skirt by Elliesimple

High-Waist Mini Denim Skirt @rimings

Acc

Fur Bucket Hat @rimings

Grunge Glasses Edit On Head @pralinesims

Valentino VLogo Signature Squared Acetate Frame @bradfordsims

Bold Circle Earrings @gorillax3-cc

Heartstrings Necklace @oydis

Sarah Necklace @serenity-cc

Yina Necklace @pralinesims

Akira Watch @caio-cc

Mia Rings @arethabee

Goth Backpack @madlensims

School Backpack @rimings

Star Bag @lumysims

Wrinkled Socks @eunosims

Shoes

Low Top Sneaker 06 @jius-sims

Pose

@helgatisha Hongzo @poyopoyosim @ratboysims

[babygorewhore]

Cry Baby

Frat!Rafe Cameron x fem reader

After being invited to one of Rafe’s parties, you hide away in his room to escape the crowd. But he catches you using his pillow and makes you give him a show.

Warnings! Masturbation! Daddy kink! Unprotected sex! Spitting! Degrading! Crying kink! Oral! Male receiving! Porn! Barely proofread!

Part of Dolly and Morgan’s writing prompt game! Dividers from @xxbimbobunnyxx and dialogue is inspired from a conversation with @drewstarkeyslut W. C is 1k something!

You maneuvered through the mess of the house as you quickly found an empty room, Rafe’s bedroom and pressed your back against the door. It was a wild party. He was known for his booming music, booze and a good time. His graduation from college was no exception when he had texted to an invite the night before. You played hard to get even though you wanted him more than anyone in your life.

You wore your cropped tank top, best bra that pushed your chest high and perky, mini skirt that exposed your thighs. Fishnet tights topped with your combat doc Martins that gave you a few inches of height. Your makeup was perfect and you smelled like candy. You wanted to look good, impossible to resist but he was nowhere to be found.

As much as you loved your friends, the crowd became a little overwhelming and you needed a minute to collect yourself. You bit your lip as you examined his room. Despite his hot mess of a personality, his space was tidy and put together. Lots of photos with a hidden hobby of photography and trophies. You wanted him in here. You needed him so bad your core ached whenever you saw him.

Sitting on his bed, you rubbed your knees together and imagined him storming in. Taking you like he owned you within seconds and he would never let anyone touch you again. You exhaled as you imagined his muscular body over yours, holding you down by your throat as he pounded you into oblivion.

Your cunt fluttered underneath your panties and you settled on top of his pillow after you set your phone down, playing your favorite porn video. You would try your best to imagine him instead as you started grinding, moving your underwear to the side.

Seconds went by and your stomach tightened from your movements as you bounced. You squeezed your tit, groaning as you dug your nails in but a buzz caught your attention. You glanced down and came to a halt as you read the name.

Rafe was calling you.

You immediately answered, “Rafe?” You said breathlessly.

“I can see what you’re doing. I have a camera in my room.” Your mouth parted but he continued, “You’re a disgusting little bunny, aren’t you? Humping my pillow like a whore? Wishing it was my dick?”

You rolled your hips on the soft material, holding the phone close to your ear. “Mhm,” You moaned and you heard him let out a quiet laugh.

“Yeah? Give me a show then. Show me exactly how you’d ride my cock, princess. Give me all those pretty sounds.”

You sucked your fingers with your free hand before sliding it down between your legs and you started rubbing circles on your clit. You lowered your chest down, sticking your ass up in the air as you moaned, your eyes drifting shut.

“Such a good fuckin girl, baby. Show me how good you can make yourself feel thinkin bout me.” He tells you.

“Shit-“ You whisper as arousal pools out of you, leaking onto the pillow as you roll your body, slowly removing your top. Your black bra with a little bow in the center on display as you pull your hand away from your cunt, dragging it down your chest and stomach.

“God damn, Angel. Perfect body, ass up and pussy on my pillow? Tryna spoil me?” His voice sounds strained and your eyes widen as you hear the door open.

You snap yourself to the side as Rafe slams the door shut with his foot, his t shirt fitting his large form as he storms toward you. “Don’t act all shy now, baby doll. We’re just gettin started,” He wraps his arm around your waist, lifting you up off the pillow. With one hand, he peels off his shorts.

Rafe manhandles you around a little, not enough to hurt you but he sits down on the bed, pulling you on top of him in a straddle. His hard dick underneath you as your knees are wide apart. He leans forward and kisses you, sucking your lower lip before his tongue touches yours.

He gives your ass a hard spank before squeezing it and his other hand wraps around your throat. “Filthy little slut, so fuckin wet for daddy’s dick that you couldn’t even wait for me? Had to ride my pillow?” You hungrily suck his tongue, your hand pulling out his cock and you play with his balls.

“Fuck-“ He stutters as you sink down, taking him to the brim and your vision goes white as your soaked pussy takes him.

Your eyes water as he thrusts into you, your clit hitting his pelvis as you whimper and whine. Tears stream down your face as he spits in your mouth, blind pleasure overwhelming you as your hands settle on his chest.

“Knew you were a god damn cry baby but fuck, bunny. Tears because my dick is so good? You really are a dirty little slut, huh?” Rafe takes his thumb and wipes away your tears before smearing your spit on your mouth. Messing up your lipstick.

“Making a mess on my cock. Cum for me, I’m gonna fuck you full.” Rafe reaches up and takes off his SnapBack, setting it on your head. “Turn the fuck around.” He moves you so your back is against his chest, ass bouncing as you ride him.

Your hands on his legs as your peak hits you hard, you throw your head back as Rafe grips your tits from behind, his lips finding your neck as you cream on his dick.

“Uh huh, that’s a good fuckin slut. Cum all over me, then you’re gonna lick it off.” Rafe slams into you one more time before you feel him cum in you, dripping out of your cunt and onto your thighs as he grunts. His moans mix with yours as you reach back and grab his hair, pulling the blonde strands as you bounce your ass harder.

You pry yourself free, hat slanted to the side and you wrap your hand around his dick. Cum glistening off his tip as your tongue laps at it, kitten licking and his fingers create a makeshift pony tail around his SnapBack.

“So fuckin pretty, baby girl. My own personal little show.” He rolls his head back as you suck his balls, your lips soft around him.

Rafe cups your jaw and moves you back, “Lay down, I’m not done with you yet. You’re gonna give me more of that perfect tight pussy and those pretty tears. Aren’t you, doll?”

Tagging @marchsfreakshow @rafescurtainbangz @rafesthroatbaby @gri959 @redhead1180 @oceandriveab @voyeurmunson @rowanswriting @slvt4jamesmarch

[venusiancharisma]

Rising Sign & Your Perfect Festival Outfit

Here are the perfect any music festival outfits for each of the 12 zodiac signs and Ascendants, with details on color schemes, materials, accents, and overall aesthetics:

PSA: Images and descriptions are both complimentary, so they may not be entirely identical, but everything is relevent.

Aries Rising: Bold and daring, an Aries rising would rock a fiery red crop top paired with high-waisted denim shorts. Accessorize with a black leather choker, combat boots, and a statement belt. The outfit screams confidence and adventure.

Taurus Rising: Earthy and sensual, a Taurus rising would opt for a flowy, bohemian-style maxi dress in shades of green and brown. Pair with a leather fringe vest, ankle boots, and a wide-brimmed hat. The outfit exudes comfort and laid-back elegance.

Gemini Rising: Playful and eclectic, a Gemini rising would mix and match patterns and colors. A graphic tee paired with a colorful, patterned skirt, fishnet stockings, and high-top sneakers. Accessorize with layered necklaces and quirky sunglasses for a fun, youthful vibe.

Cancer Rising: Soft and feminine, a Cancer rising would choose a vintage-inspired, pale blue sundress with delicate lace details. Pair with a cozy, oversized cardigan, ankle-strap sandals, and a small, cross-body bag. The outfit radiates comfort and nostalgia.

Leo Rising: Bold and dramatic, a Leo rising would make a statement in a metallic gold romper with a plunging neckline. Accessorize with a chunky, gold chain necklace, oversized sunglasses, and platform heels. The outfit screams glamour and confidence.

Virgo Rising: Clean and practical, a Virgo rising would opt for a crisp, white button-down shirt tucked into high-waisted, black denim shorts. Pair with a black leather belt, minimalist jewelry, and comfortable, low-top sneakers. The outfit is polished and effortlessly chic.

Libra Rising: Elegant and balanced, a Libra rising would choose a flowy, pastel pink maxi skirt paired with a white, off-the-shoulder crop top. Accessorize with delicate, gold jewelry, strappy sandals, and a woven clutch. The outfit is feminine and harmonious.

Scorpio Rising: Mysterious and alluring, a Scorpio rising would opt for a black, lace bodysuit paired with high-waisted, faux leather leggings. Layer with a sheer, black kimono, and accessorize with a choker, ankle boots, and a dark, smoky eye. The outfit is seductive and intense.

Sagittarius Rising: Adventurous and free-spirited, a Sagittarius rising would rock a tie-dye, cropped t-shirt paired with distressed, cut-off denim shorts. Accessorize with a woven, multicolored belt, layered anklets, and gladiator sandals. The outfit is playful and adventurous.

Capricorn Rising: Classic and sophisticated, a Capricorn rising would choose a sleek, solid & colored co-ord with a structured, cinched waist. Pair with knee high or thigh high black boots or dainty shoes, minimalist jewelry, and subtly refined look. The outfit is timeless and powerful.

Aquarius Rising: Unique and unconventional, an Aquarius rising would opt for a holographic, iridescent bodysuit paired with high-waisted, flared pants. Accessorize with a chunky, silver choker, platform boots, and a brightly colored, faux fur coat. The outfit is futuristic and eccentric.

Pisces Rising: Dreamy and ethereal, a Pisces rising would choose a flowy, sheer, pastel purple maxi dress with delicate, floral embroidery. Layer with a soft, crochet cardigan, and accessorize with a flower crown, layered, beaded necklaces, and strappy, barefoot sandals. The outfit is whimsical and enchanting.

[toruro]

Hear me out. Wonwoo with a fetish for you in thigh highs, knee highs, stockings etc. Anything that places a focus on your legs but, your thighs specifically because he's a gamer (tm).

[18:55]

pairing: wonwoo x f reader

tags. smut (18+), thigh fucking, pet names (baby)

“won, i don’t really see the point in this,” you said with a sigh, tugging on the thigh highs you had to dig out of your closet just moments earlier. “seriously, these are so old and frankly, i’m surprised they even fit—i’ve had these since high school! can you believe?”

you catch your reflection in the mirror: black skirt hugging your waist while the rest of the your legs remain bare, save for the fish-net cloth that adorns your calves all the way up til to your mid thigh. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t appreciate how flattering the look is on you, but a huff of annoyance can’t help but slip from your lips when you walk out the bedroom and to the living room where your boyfriend suts on the couch.

“this is uncomfortable,” you tell him flatly, propping your hands up on your hips as you narrow your eyes at him. “can’t believe you made me do this,” you murmur, snapping in his face so that he looks away from his game and has the chance to take in your figure.

he glances at you once and then back at his game. you're about to huff loudly again—seriosuly, he's the one who asked you if you could find some old thigh-highs you wore for a role in your high school play and now he can't even spare a few seconds of his game to—

you're midway through your own angry internal monologue when wonwoo whips his head back at you, eyes wide as if he's just taken in what he's seen.

your eyebrows are narrowed, hands crossed over your chest so they push up your tits in your cute little crop top, thighs pressed close together under your short skirt. you're not sure what you expect, but it is most definitely not wonwoo throwing his headset off, standing up, and dragging you by the wrist into the bedroom.

which is how you end up with your top shove over your bouncy tits, soft mounds splaying all over your chest as wonwoo places his hands on the back of your knees and pushes your thighs all the way up to your chest.

"this was an amazing decision," wonwoo grunts, shoving his sweatpants and boxers down in one go so that his cock springs out, slapping against the base of his abdomen.

his large hands grapple with the plush of your thighs, running over the seams where the thigh highs stop. “fuck, these are so hot,” he mutters, scooping none finger under the elastic hem, pulling it back and letting them go so they snap against you.

“wonwoo!” you cry out when the sting reverberates through your lower half.

“sorry baby,” he murmurs, pressing your thighs together and pressing them further into your chest, nearly folding you in half. slowly, he presses his hips forward, cock pressing against the underside of your thighs and smearing precum all over your soft skin.

“won—wait, you gotta prep me a little,” you try to protest when you feel him slip his tip dangerous close to your core. “wo—oh,” you gasp when you realize what he’s about to do.

in one motion, his cock is pressing between your thighs and finding homage between the soft flesh. “oh baby,” he moans, cock sliding between them in shallow thrusts. he angles himself a little higher so that the next snap of his hips has his tip bumping over your clit.

“prettiest thighs in the fuckin’ world …” he groans, beginning to pick up the pace in fucking your thighs, his hands running all up and down your lower half, squeezing and needing the softness. “never take these off, you hear me baby?”

“y-yeah,” you gasp out when he presses against your core a bit firmer. “fuck, won—fuck me please.”

“gotta wait baby—gotta let me—holy fuck,” he moans when you tighten your thighs around his fat cock. “gotta let me love you like this,” he nearly demands, jamming his hips forward with even more force.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when pushes one hand between your thighs, rubbing the sensitive nub of your clit as he speeds up, and it vaguely crosses your mind, in its hazy state, that maybe fishing out these old thigh highs was well worth the effort.

[kittysdiary]

The Pornstar/Stripper Look

My current favorite aesthetic filled with girly seductiveness and details consisting of mini skirts, glitter smokey eyes, form fitting clothing, bombshell curls, diamonds, big lips, furs, cheetah print, bleached blonde blowouts + flirty colors. An overall bimbo look!

Signatures 🎀:

“Forever obsessed with early 00s pornstar signature staples like platinum blonde hair, french tips, glossed plump lips, a perfect tan, bedazzled details, skimpy clothing + fragrance notes of a perfect balance of sugar and spice!”

mini skirts

light denim

silk and lace fabrics

ruffles

lingerie worn as everyday clothing

diamonds + rhinestones

crop tops

low rise jeans

pink and black plaid

furs

feathers

push up bras

thongs

leather bottoms

corsets

knee high stockings

halter tops

tight shorts

pumps + pleasers

Color Palette and Patterns 🎀:

PINK + more pink! Play with different animal patterns and pattern sizes. Camo patterns and plaids are used a lot. Neutrals are your best friend. Look for light wash denims, dark leathers + fabrics with shimmer especially silver!

Beauty 🎀:

Makeup:

smokey eyes

tan skin

baby pink frosted lips

thin eyebrows

hot pink lips

highlighted brow bone

heavy black eyeliner

fluffy lashes

beauty marks

black, brown, hot pink, baby blue or sliver eyeshadow

“no makeup” makeup look

light blush

bronzed

Hair:

platinum blonde, black or brown

bombshell curls

blow outs

fluffed bangs

short bobs

high ponytails or buns

Nails:

long or short french tips

square shaped

matching toes

Fragrance:

gourmand + spice notes

tease - victoria’s secret

love don’t be shy - kilian

good girl - carolina herrera

fantasy - britney spears

sweet like candy - ariana grande

viva la juicy - juicy couture

angel muse - thierry mugler

pink sugar - aquolina

Accessories + Details 🎀:

Essentials:

diamonds

chokers

baseball caps 

chunky belts

rhinestone details

tramp stamps

belly piercing

dermals

waist + belly chains

marilyn piercing 

playboy bunny symbol

large jewelry charms

heart, star + cherry shapes

large framed sunglasses

[spermeboy]

pairings: roomate!henry cavill x femboy reader

warnings: SMUT ! , swearing, rough fucking, hair pulling, spanking, praising and light degrading (slurs)

MDNI + FDNI !

You had just moved to New York, and you saw Henry's apartment listing in the yellow pages. You just had to go for it. The price was just right, the place was right near your new job, It was like fate!

It was in a safe neighbourhood, so it is unlikely you would get hassled for your dress sense. You wear more feminine clothes; like skirts, crop tops, knee-high socks.

On the day you moved in, your roommate wasn't home, so you had the place to yourself. You began to unpack the boxes for your room and place your little bits around the house to give it a sense of home.

You were wearing knee-high socks, a short skirt with a pink thong underneath, and a croptop. This whole outfit complimented your body so perfectly. Whenever you wear it, it has men gasping for you, wanting to have you whimpering below them.

Henry walks into his apartment as you were bent over to try to lift something heavy out of one of your boxes, and as you bent over, your skirt had gone up to reveal your thong.

Henry admires the shape of your ass. He quickly pulls out his phone to snap a picture before scoffing to get your attention, and you swiftly turn around. "Hey, you must be my new roommate. I'm Henry. " You shake his hand and notice how thick his hand is compared to yours.

Your eyes trail up from his hand, up his biceps, and notice some of his armpit hair poking out of his arm gap. Your body shudders slightly from how hot this man is.

"Is everything okay?" Henry asks while laughing slightly, "Yeah! Totally, everything's great!" You awkwardly laugh before picking up your box and walking to your room. "Your thong compliments your ass well," Henry shouts as you walk into your bedroom. Your face goes bright red, "Oh shit." You whisper.

THE NEXT DAY

You sit on the shared couch when you hear the loud creeky bathroom door open, and out steps Henry, towel hanging loosely around his waist, water dripping down his ripped hairy body, your eyes travel down his happy trail praying that his towel drops.

Henry sits down on the chair opposite the couch, manspread. He picks up his charging phone and starts scrolling. Your eyes travel down to his crotch and you are able to see under his towel, you gasp slightly at the thick size of his cock.

Henry looks up at you after he hears you gasp, "what?" He asks innocently while staring at you. He looks down and smirks."Ohhh." He opens his legs wider."You like what you see?" You face overcome with blush, you nod slightly.

Henry gets up and drops his towel. You stare at his body as he flexes. Your mouth begins to drool, Henry's cock begin to stiffen before he walked away. "tease," you mumble.

Over the next couple of weeks, you were both teasing each other. You made sure to wear short skirts and were constantly bending over in his eyeline, and Henry would constantly have his shirt off, or he would work out while wearing grey sweatpants with no underwear underneath.

You both couldn't handle it anymore and you just gave it.

Henry walks up behind, gently pulling your hair, he whispers in your ear; "I can't handle you walking around here in those skimpy little outfits, I need to have you around my cock"

You bite your lip at the feeling of his breath against your ear, he pushes your face against the counter while lifting up your skirt, he pulls his sweatpants down, spitting on his cock. He thrusts himself deep inside of you, You gasp "H-Henry!", "you like that? You like me fucking your faggy hole" Henry grunts as he spanks your ass.

Henry continues to thrust deep inside of you while spanking your ass, "You like when Im rough with you boy?" Henry groans as you moan against the kitchen counter."Answer when I speak boy" Henry says sharply while fucking you.

"I-I love it, Daddy!" You shout, Henry grabs the back of your hair pulling you up, your back pressed against his abs. Henry's grunts in your ears cause your cock to twitch and your hole to tighten around him.

Henry pulls out of you, flipping you over. "Fuck, look at how slutty you look" He groans as he lifts your legs up, round his waist as he thrusts back into you. He places his hands against your throat, and you stick your tongue out waiting for him to spit in your mouth.

"DADDY! I'm gonna -" You shoot your load over Henry's abs, Henry pulls out and pulls you onto your knees.

Henry jerks off and blows his load over your face, coating it in his hot cum. He pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of your face making it his wallpaper.

Henry scoops you up and carries you to his bedroom, laying you on his bed covering you with a blanket. He stares down at you, grabbing a towel to wipe your face, "I can get used to this." Henry smirks.

[runwiththemagick]

Sub!Sunoo’s top five favorite things

Analplay/Pegging! Nine out of ten times he prefers you fucking him over him fucking you. You shoving his face into the mattress and forcing his ass up as you pound into him is absolute heaven to him. Especially when you angle your strap on just right to abuse the hell out of his prostate.

Body Worship! Thick thighs and a perky ass like that are meant to be worshipped. He loves how you can just magically get rid of all his insecurities by kissing his little tiny waist. Though his favorite thing is when you mark up his thighs with your teeth and lipstick. Oh! But don’t forget his cute ass. Be sure to mark it too as you milk his cock for all its worth.

Free use! Please use him whenever and wherever you want! Bend him over the kitchen counter. Tease his cock while you’re at the movie theater. Grab his ass as you kiss him on the train. He loves it when you can’t keep your hands off of him. He’s your cute little toy to use and abuse afterall.

Feminization/Lingerie! Have you seen that body? A body like that is meant to be decorated in the prettiest and sluttiest clothing. Crop tops, short shorts, mini skirts, thigh high socks, super girly panties, etc. He’ll wear it all just for you. He may act all shy and innocent but he knows exactly how to work it to drive you crazy.

Manhandling! Babygirl loves it when you treat him like nothing more than a toy. Position him however you want. Force his legs open when he’s acting shy. Fuck him against the wall as you hold him up. Stuff his face into a pillow as you roughly pound into his needy hole. You’re in complete control of his cute little dainty body.

[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: My Fall Wardrobe Essentials

Pima cotton long-sleeve tees (I like the Supima ones from Everlane for every day)

Contour body suits (I like the Express Bodycon Compression line and Spanx bodysuits in vegan leather/silk)

Silk button downs

Structured cotton button-down

Cashmere sweaters (crewneck, turtleneck, polo neck, etc. – Everlane, Nadaam, and Cuyana are great affordable options)

Zippered knitwear (I like options from Pixie Market, Naadam, COS, Ganni, Helmut Lang, Nanushka, and more)

Black high-waisted tailored trousers (bootcut, flared, and straight leg)

Black high-waisted jeans (straight and bootcut for me!)

Elevated stretch pants (I like the Norma Kamali Boot Pant and Spanx Perfect Pant for this)

Cashmere trouser

Cashmere hoodie

Thick, well-structured black sweatshirt

High-waisted straight-leg leather pants

Long-sleeve black sweater dress

Maxi-length black satin slip dress

Leather/quilted/tweed mini skirt

Long knit skirt (love a co-ord top for this, too)

Perfectly-tailored longline, single-breasted black blazer

Tailored hourglass blazer

Leather blazer

Classic leather moto jacket

Cropped patent leather jacket

Lightweight wool/satin duster coat

Black cotton trench/leather trench coat

Black tweed jacket with elevated hardware

Structured black wool coat

Leather puff jacket

Minimalist white sneakers

Black block-heeled, sleek square-toed/pointy-toe boots

Modern black loafers

Croc-embossed black boot

Black moto/lace-up boot or minimalist platform boot

Stiletto heel, pointy toe black boot (one short and one knee high length to dress up any outfit)

Western-inspired boot

Sleek and sexy black pumps

Structured black tote/shoulder bag

Structured crossbody bag

Small shoulder bag

Novelty/fun top handle bag (beaded, croc-embossed, crystal-embellishments, etc.)

Seamless bras/underwear

Control-top black tights (sheer and opaque)

Comfortable white and black ankle/crew socks

A cashmere, silk, or faux fur everyday scarf

Fingerless gloves

Chunky chain necklaces/bracelets

Delicate gold and silver chains (necklaces and bracelets)

Mixed-metal rings

Diamond-encrusted & cocktail rings

Ear cuffs and threader earrings

High-waisted shapewear shorts

Cashmere or silk loungewear/pajamas

A lace teddy

Cozy slippers

[readercognito]

Lantern Plankton Migration

Nereus x Reader

(Y/n) shot Flora a withering look, not to be combated with Flora’s famous puppy eyes. But (Y/n) held her ground…For ten seconds.

“Fine! I’ll go to the stinking party!” (Y/n) caved, throwing her arms in the air.

Flora cheered, choosing to ignore (Y/n)’s next comment “Who knew that zooplankton migration was Andros’ version of summer solstice…” 

“I’m so glad you're coming! No one else can, other than Aisha. And I’ll get to show you off as the newest member of the winx club!” Flora said excitedly.

“And here I was hoping to have a quiet Saturday after all that Trix nonsense…” (Y/n) said grumbling, but couldn’t help the smile that shone through. “Well, at least it’ll be a fun Saturday with my BFF!” (Y/n) said, jumping into the excitement right along Flora.

“Right?! And I have the perfect outfits for us!” Gushed Flora.

“Oh, is it…?” (Y/n) said, hyping her best friend up. Pointing to a certain set of outfits in Flora’s closet.

“You guessed it! We’re splitting the co-ords!” Flora squeed. 

“YAAS! But I call dibs on using the top.” (Y/n) said, and grinned with mock cunning.

“Aww…so mean.” Flora said with false disappointment.

And that’s how the girls showed up to the party. (Y/n) wore a flutter sleeve tube top with a tropical floral pattern and a pair of white high-waisted shorts. While Flora was rocking a maxi skirt of the same pattern, with a slit to the mid-thigh and a black lettuce edge crop top. Aisha came swayed over to the girls,

“Well, well, don’t you look like a pair of baddies!” She said, hugging both girls. “So glad you guys came.”

Flora gave nothing but a smile, (Y/n) laughing “Like we would miss it! Plus Flora threw those puppy eyes at me… Can’t ever say no to that.”

The girls all laughed at (Y/n)s’ little joke. Aisha turned towards the moon pool in the center of her family's pavilion walking (Y/n) and Flora over to greet her cousins.

“You haven’t met my cousins yet have you (Y/n)?” Asked Aisha as they made their way over.

“Can’t say I have, I was in Linphea College during that whole ocean… fiasco.” (Y/n) said, shrugging. Waving her arms around a bit when mentioning the betrayal of Tritannus.

“Well you’ll get to meet them now!” Aisha said as the girls got to the pool, turning and gesturing to two of the mer-people within the moon pool “Hey guys! I know you know Flora, but we have a brand new member of the winx club! This is (Y/n).” She said, presenting (Y/n) to the merman and mermaid. (Y/n) smiled and gave a little wave. “(Y/n), these are my cousins Tressa, and Nereus!” Aisha said pointing to the mermaid, and merman respectively.

“OH! So you’re fishlips’ brother!” (Y/n) said before she could stop herself. Seeing Nereus and Tressas’ confused glances she continued “Sorry, little nickname I gave him during Flora and I’s talks. So sorry about that whole thing by the way, it must have been devastating for you three. I just wished he didn’t get pushed to that point, ya know?” (Y/n) said a bit melancholy.

Nereus gave a solemn nod in agreement. Her sentiments (and playful insult) instantly endeared (Y/n) to him.

Tressa decided to lighten the mood, “Ah, it’s all in the past now… Come on! the lantern plankton are about to arrive!” She said diving into the moon pool.

Aisha and Flora transforming into their sirenix forms and diving in after her, Nereus hesitated with (Y/n). Waiting patiently to follow after her.

“What’s the matter?” asked Nereus when (Y/n) made no moves to enter the moon pool.

“Would now be a bad time to mention that I don’t have any spells to help me breathe underwater?” (Y/n) said, gesturing towards the pool where her friends disappeared.

Nereus laughed, it was a little funny to see someone so confident get nervous so quickly. 

“Here, stay next to me. I think I’ve got something for that.” Nereus said gently, pulling (Y/n) into the water.

(Y/n) chose not to protest, even though her clothes were getting wet. She was curious to see what the ocean prince would do. Nereus gently placed his arm around (Y/n)'s waist, amazed at her immediate trust in him, wondering aloud.

“You trust quickly,” he said.

“Oh no I don’t! But Flora trusts you.” (Y/n) said her expression turning serious “Which means you're someone worth putting at least a little faith in.” (Y/n) said, instantly returning back to her lighthearted teasing.

Nereus felt his cheeks warm a bit at the statement. He wasn’t sure why, since most people he knew praised his good character. But hearing from (Y/n), who was such a bombastic and friendly person herself, made it feel like guppies were swimming around in his gut. Realizing that (Y/n) had been patiently waiting for him for a bit he hurriedly placed an underwater breathing spell on her. Tucking her to his side and swimming her into the open water. Which made (Y/n) realize something about the spell rather quickly…

“You jerk! Ya could’a told me that the spell keeps you dry!” said (Y/n) playfully, slapping Nereus on the arm.

“Oh, my apologies! I guess I don’t really consider these sorts of things…” Nereus said, cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

(Y/n) couldn’t help but laugh, covering her mouth trying to hide her smile. “Relax, I’m not actually mad. Now come on, take me to this plankton march… thing.” she said,

“The lantern zooplankton migration?” Nereus said, raising a playful quizzical eyebrow. 

He wasn’t used to people talking so relaxed with him, being a crown prince and all. But he was enjoying it. (Y/n) brought out a playful side to him that he hadn’t had since his brother's banishment.

(Y/n) just rolled her eyes with a laugh, allowing Nereus to swim her to the observation area. Meeting up with Aisha, Flora, and Tressa. They talked until the plankton appeared. It was a beautiful sight, it was like glowing living smoke. The colors shifted with the twists and turns of the zooplankton colony. Everyone was quiet with awe, the occasional sounds of wonder murmuring through the crowd at a particular color shift or swirl of the plankton.

Then something amazing happened, while the rest of the spectators with a large swath of the lantern plankton, a small arm of the colony meandered it’s way to (Y/n). Swirling around her (Y/n) reached out to them, playing with the little creatures pushing them to and fro. Nereus gazed at her, smitten. It was like an aquatic halo of multicolored light surrounded (Y/n), highlighting all her glorious features. Nereus could only equate what he was witnessing, to the magnetic beauty of a siren. Her light hearted genuine laughter was music to his ears. Nereus was bewitched by her, body and soul. Only the lantern plankton hurrying back to their migration was what returned him from his stupor. The tail end of the colony disappears into the ocean waters, causing the spectators to return to their homes.

The swim back to the party was a jovial one. Aisha gushed about (Y/n) and the lantern plankton, since it was something that no one had ever seen before. (Y/n) described how wonderful it felt to be amongst such amazing creatures. And it wasn’t until the trio of girls started making their good-byes that Nereus realized he might not see (Y/n) again for quite some time. It was now or never.

(Y/n) heard Nereus call her over, when got closer to him he waved her down to his level. However when (Y/n) leaned down, she felt lips on her cheek and heard a splash.

“Nereus! I’m so gonna get you back for that!”

[samofmine]

"Stop looking at me like that!" Sam says, high pitched and annoyed, but well, no. Dean very much can't stop looking at him like that.

(aka I couldn't stop thinking about this so here's a weecest with sam in a cropped top and the inner chaos it ensues on dean)

Like what, anyway? He just hopes he's not drooling.

Sam came home an hour ago. He insisted on going shopping for his own clothes, saying Dean never got his right size, the pants looked too baggy and the shirts too loose. Well, forgive him if he doesn't want Sam parading the shape of his body to everyone. He gets enough catcalls from creeps in gas stations and sideroad bars as it is.

But Dean can't really use that as an argument, so yes, go the fuck ahead and buy your own clothes if you're so self sufficient, he said, and oh how it bit him in the ass.

Sam's fashion preference happened to be a pair of ragged jeans, red converse sneakers, and a freaking cropped top. A white, loose cropped top, short enough he can see everything from under Sam's nipples to the curve of his hipbone, loose enough it reveals Sam's collarbones as he moves.

Sammy's stomach. The smooth, milky skin wrapping around his small waist. His hip bones. Hell, even his belly button. Dean feels dizzy.

It's not like Dean's never seen it before. He bathed the kid, changed his diapers, but it's all a distant memory now, since Sam's puberty hit and he started acting like such a girl, shy to even be in the same room as a shirtless Dean, and god forbid Dean ever needs to piss when he's in the shower, because he will be throwing a tantrum before he even gets to step inside the bathroom.

Whatever. It doesn't matter. It would take more than bitchy mood swings and annoying brattiness to make Sam any less endearing to Dean.

He's still his little brother. His baby. Dean's everything.

He's not saying he misses the closeness, the tangled limbs under bedsheets when it was too cold and lying too close together when they had to share a crappy motel fan during a heat wave. But now that all of that is in the past, he simply wasn't prepared to see so much of Sam.

He wants to put his hands on each side of his waist and see if they still fit perfectly.

He wants to brush his fingers under his belly button and see if he can still track the goosebumps running through his body by watching his skin from close enough.

He wants... He wants.

He won't do any of that, though, because he doesn't want to be yelled at and he definitely doesn't want to deal with a moody Sammy for the rest of the week.

So, he stares. Sam has to grant him at least that.

"Looks weird, I know it." Sam looks down, and Dean notices his hands are trying to cover his stomach. "Just stop staring. It's hot today."

Dean blinks. What. What?

"What?" He can't help it. "Why do you think I'm staring? D'you think I'm gonna make fun of you?"

"Well." Sam looks at him, all bitchy faced. "Why else?"

Dean wants to laugh. Or cry. This is ridiculous.

If I could take a picture of you like this and keep it next to my bed so it's the first thing I see everyday, I'd be doing it right now. Seriously. Just give me a camera.

Obviously he can't say any of that. So.

"Why don't you wear a skirt to complete the look?" He teases, but crap, that was not the right thing to say, not just because the image of Sam in a skirt crosses his mind and he feels faint from it, but because of Sam's pained expression as soon as he heard the words.

"You're a jerk." Sam says and lies down on his bed, his back to Dean. He pulls the covers on top of him as if he's trying to hide.

Dean moves before he can even rationalize it. "Sammy, c'mon." He says, sitting on the edge of Sam's bed. "I was joking."

"Leave me alone." He gets in response.

Dean takes a deep breath, tries to go through his mental Sammy manual to see if he has any way of fixing this.

Feels like nothing he can say or do will make any difference.

So, to hell with it.

"You look good." He says. If Sam's gonna be pissed at him anyway, let it be for his honesty instead of his bad jokes.

Sam tenses up under the blanket, Dean notices of course.

"You don't mean that." Sam's voice is smaller, vulnerable, tugging on Dean's heartstrings like nothing else does.

"Of course I..." He sighs in frustration. "Let me see you."

Sam turns to lie on his back just so he can look at Dean, confused. Well, at least he's looking at him.

Dean grabs the blanket and pulls it down.

"Stop! Give it back." Sam whines, pulling it back. He's so goddamn loud, for no reason.

Dean rolls his eyes and holds Sam's wrists to make him stop.

"Let me see you, Sammy." He says, in a way anyone else would think is an order, even their dad, but only Sam knows this is him pleading.

He lets go of Sam's wrists to put the blanket away. Sam lets him.

Dean takes a moment, takes in the sight.

Sam's hands are still shyly on top of his stomach, hiding it.

Dean swallows dry.

He slowly reaches and moves Sam's hand so he can touch him, fingers almost shaking from the excitement, and Sam's stomach clenches under his touch.

He looks up to meet Sam's eyes. He's looking at him, nervous and flushed and beautiful, and Dean wants to keep him to himself, wants to lock them inside this room and throw away the key or fucking swallow it, because no way in hell he's ever going to allow anyone else to see Sam like this.

"You look good." He repeats, not recognizing his own voice, it comes out strangled and pathetic and he has to take a deep breath.

"Thanks." Sam says softly, so damn soft, Dean doesn't think locking him in the room will be enough. He's gonna have to eat him.

He brushes his fingers lightly across Sam's stomach and he squirms, fucking squirms, laughing under him.

"Tickles." Sam whines.

And, well, if doing that will make Sammy lose the scowl, game on.

Dean starts to tickle his tummy, laughing along with Sam as he drinks in every movement.

"Stop!" Sam laughs, grabbing his hand.

The pause in their movements is too long and with their eyes locked Dean forgets to breathe.

"Well, do you believe me?" He says once he remembers, "Or should I say it again?"

"I believe you." Sam says, shyly.

"What was that? I didn't hear it." Dean leans down, closer to hear him better.

"Shut up, you heard me." Sam is still smiling.

"How come you're always avoiding me lately?" Maybe now is not the time to talk about this, he knows Sam's good mood is fragile and he shouldn't be tempting it, but. He has to know.

"I'm not. I just... Feel weird around you."

"Weird?" Dean asks, confused.

"I don't know. Shut up." Sam says, but he's still smiling, even though it's a more nervous smile. "Just... Weird. Like I always want more of it. Don't ask me to explain it, I just know I shouldn't feel this way. I just do, though."

Dean blinks at him, digesting.

"It's probably cause we spend most of the time in small rooms with not enough space even to have personal space."

Nerd, Dean thinks.

But such a cute fucking nerd. He has no idea what he's even talking about but at least Sam isn't tired of him or hates him. He just feels weird, and Dean can totally understand that.

"You're such a weirdo." He says, not holding back his smile. Sam laughs weakly and Dean feels high on it.

Maybe that's why he leans in and kisses his forehead.

He feels Sam freezing under him but it's been so long since he let him this close, so damn long, he can't stop.

He kisses the tip of his nose.

Sam holds his breath.

Dean kisses his chin.

"De?" Sam's voice is so small, Dean is going insane.

When he meets his eyes again he notices Sam isn't looking at him with confusion or annoyance like he expected.

He decides to push his luck.

"What? I can't kiss you, anymore, either?" He says, testing the waters. "When you were little you wouldn't go to sleep without a goodnight kiss from me, remember that?"

Sam groans in embarassment, but he's still smiling, cheeks tainted pink.

"I was a kid. 'M not a kid anymore."

"So I shouldn't kiss you then." Dean raises his eyebrows.

"Why would you even want to kiss me?" Sam says, not meeting his eyes.

Dean can't even register the question. Seriously.

"Have you looked at yourself?" He says. "How could I not?"

He travels his eyes down Sam's body, his stomach drawing his attention again.

He stares for a moment too long.

"You can." Sam says, almost a whisper.

Dean meets his eyes, not sure what he was talking about. Maybe he got distracted, sue him.

Sam notices and rolls his eyes.

"Kiss me, I mean." He explains shyly "Miss your goodnight kisses, too."

And Dean feels himself buzz with excitement, fingers going numb from wanting to reach and touch and hold and do everything at once.

He sighs in frustration and lets his head drop forward, resting his forehead against Sam's stomach.

"You'll be the death of me." He says against Sam's skin. He hopes it's a promise. Only death could free him from this longing. Maybe not even death.

And there they are. The goosebumps.

He smiles. He can't help but kiss him, right on top of his bellybuton. He takes his time, too, letting his lips brush against the skin, breathing in Sam's scent.

Sam is quiet but Dean can hear his breath getting heavier.

He continues.

He kisses every bit of skin he can reach, lips brushing across Sam's stomach from one kiss to the other, never wanting to break the contact.

"Feels weird." Sam lets out a choked sigh.

"Bad weird?" Dean asks, looking up at him.

"Just weird." Sam says. "Probably bad weird. But I like it."

Dean looks at him, words escaping him.

Sam smiles sweetly and cups his face with his hand.

"I like everything you make me feel, De. Even though I hate that I like it sometimes."

Dean leans back to get a better view of Sam's expression, wants to register it in his brain so he can remember it the next time Sam avoids him again.

"Same here, Sammy." He says, simply, because he has no idea how to put into words the relief he's feeling.

He looks at Sam's stomach, places his hands on each side of his waist. Rubs his thumb against his skin.

"Fits." He says, more to himself.

Sam's hand finds his face again, this time under his chin, making him look up.

They're really damn close to each other. Dean's eyes stop on Sam's lips.

Sam is leaning in. His hand move from his chin to hold Dean's shoulder, both hands, and he closes his eyes and he continues to lean in and Dean feels like everything is happening way too slowly but he could never rush this.

Sam kisses him. It's nothing but a peck, but it's enough to awake the monster that's been dorment inside Dean's soul all this time and he can't stop himself from pulling Sam towards him by the neck, to kiss him better, to kiss him harder, to feel his lips against his tongue.

Sam tries to follow Dean's rythm, letting out small whimpers that make Dean even more hungry.

He guides him so they both move on the bed and he sits him on his lap. Sam's arms immediately lock around his neck.

They kiss for so long Dean starts to feel lightheaded, but he still wants more, because it's Sammy, and Sammy is kissing him back and he wants everything Sam gives him and he almost wants more.

After too long but not even close to long enough Dean lies them down, but they continue to trade kisses until Sam falls asleep first, Dean's hands firm on his waist, keeping them close enough they share each breath. Dean decides this, right here, like this, is where they belong. He falls asleep with a smile on his face.

[picksnrolls]

As Advertised

Had this tickling my fingers for a while now and needed to get it out of my system. I hope this fills a little bit of the hole for these two. I know I could use more cocky masc Cait, too.

Warnings: 18+. explicit sex. rpf.

1k CC x Nika

Caitlin opened the door to her apartment, beer in hand, wearing a white sports bra and light grey sweats. Hair pulled back in a mid loose ponytail. 

She had been friends with the former Husky for a couple years, seeing each other at various functions outside of the game and they messaged a little more regularly since their draft weekend NYC adventures. She would flirt a bit here and there but wasn’t upset when a comment didn’t really have its desired effect. 

Nika had been linked to the same guy for a few years but she knew they were open to doing their own thing while away as long as it was on the dl and that was exactly how Caitlin liked it. No commitments, no expectations. 

When Nika had accepted her invite to come over after their second game at the end of May they both knew what was on the table. What Caitlin hadn’t expected was to see the Croatian back in her pre game fit, short skirt, crop top that just barely covered anything and knee high boots with a heel that gave her the height advantage. 

“Damn girl. You really put that fit to work.” Caitlin let her eyes roam the length of Nika, licking her lips and biting her bottom one. “Can I get you anything? Beer or wine?” 

Nika took hold of the bottle that was in Caitlins hand and drained the rest of its contents. She handed it back with a smirk. “No thank you. I didn't come here for the drinks.” She let her own eyes take a long scan of the sight in front of her and she liked everything she saw. 

Hooking up had come up a few times and she was more than ready to let Caitlin try to fuck the good sense out of her. There were the occasional rumors that a few others had found themselves begging for and being on the receiving end of her strap, then leaving later that night thoroughly wrecked and fucked proper. 

“No?” Caitlin pulled her on court rival in close, the bottle had already been discarded on the table. “Why did you come?”

“I haven’t yet.” Nika’s eyes were blazing. She knew what the game was and she was ready to play. “But you’re going to do something about this?”

“You don’t mince words.” She leaned in as close as she could get without actually kissing Nika, her scent of strawberries and vanilla near intoxicating. “You're sure you want my cock?” 

xxx

“Damn you're the prettiest girl I ever did see sucking on my cock, taking me all the way down your throat.” 

" Does that line work on all the girls you try to get in bed?” Nika husked out between long licks. 

" Who says it's a line? “ Caitlin pulled her cock back from Nika’s mouth, running her thumb along her bottom lip, a line of spit being wiped away. “And if it was, looks like it worked on you." 

Nika had been on her knees taking the length of the strap with ease, she gagged once when Caitlin thrusted erratically from the way the base had rubbed her clit. She kept that knowledge for use a little later in the night. 

Nika's first orgasm came on Caitlin's tongue. She was on her back, legs spread wide, her clit suckled and both nipples tugged and twisted. 

"You're so fucking hot when you cum. You ready for my cock?” Caitlin was knelt between her legs, condom being slid slowly onto her length. She swiped one finger through drenched folds and was pleased to feel Nika buck up into her touch. " All this for me?”

It wasn't a question that needed to be answered. She knew it was and she was rewarded with a long low moan when she slid in to the hilt. Caitlin started out slow, a drawn out build up, one leg up over her shoulder. The sounds filling the room would have most people blushing but it only added to her cockiness. 

Having this European goddess matching her thrusts as they increased almost set her rhythm off. She leaned forward, wrapped both legs around her waist and plowed into Nika like it was a skills competition and she was out to win gold. 

She was quickly rewarded with a second orgasm. "Fuck! That's right.. who's pussy is this.. you gonna take more of this.” She couldn't keep from gloating just a bit.  

"So maybe you are as advertised.” Nika gasped out after her body was rocked to a second intense climax without her clit being stimulated this time. 

“There was doubt?” Caitlin growled out while taking in a couple deep breaths. She was a bit more winded than usual but had no plans on stopping until there was begging to do so. She hovered over the beauty, the tip of her dick bumping Nika's clit which caused it to press back against her own. The sensation threatening to push her over the edge a lot sooner than planned. 

“You just let me know when you've had enough, Mami." 

“Don't be silly, Cait. Now lie back so I can ride your cock. Let's see if you can keep up. "  Nika had Caitlin on her back in a flash leaving her slightly dazed. She straddled her, lined her entrance up with her cock and slid down so she was fully impaled. The action left Caitlin gasping again and the way the base nudged her clit again was obvious to the girl on top. 

Caitlin gripped tight to Nika's hips trying to control the movements. Everytime she slammed back down the fire inside her belly grew a little hotter. Every swirl of her hips had her closer to exploding. 

When her orgasm hit, Caitlin cursed through gritted teeth, hips stopped pumping and vision blurred. For a second she would have sworn this fake store bought dick was actually a real part of her. A true extension of her body. Even the tips of her fingers pulsed as she came down from a high she almost never achieved like this, especially at the hands of someone else. 

“You want to have Daddy status but can't keep going after you've cum?” Nika's eyes burned with renewed energy as she watched Caitlin blink back into focus. 

She knew there would be a quick recovery and she was positive whoever was in the apartment next door was in for a sleepless night. 

Round one had been a draw. Caitlin only stopping when it was time for her new obsession to leave. When their teams played each other again they planned to pick up exactly where they left off.

 Nika was more than willing to let her wreck her body any time she wanted. 

[munsonsmixtapes]

🦇💞✈️

for the requestssssssss

can be fluff or smut

:)))

Eddie x fem!reader

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) reader sucks in Eddie’s nipples, anal, Eddie forces reader to watch herself in the mirror, Eddie and readers are friends with benefits, jealousy.

When Eddie suggested that the two of you should take a vacation together, you were more than happy to accept. Not only were you looking forward to having sex somewhere that wasn’t either of your rooms, you were excited to potentially finally becoming a member of the mile high club. With how much you and Eddie had slept together, it seemed almost inevitable.

The flight had taken off and you had been counting down the minutes until you could roam the cabin and drag Eddie to the bathroom. It was as if he was trying to torture you with his short shorts and very cropped, very tight t-shirt that showed off his happy trail very nicely, his nipple piercings peeking through the thin fabric, driving you mad.

You could feel how damp your panties were and were becoming more desperate for him by the second. You were whining at him in his ear so no one else could hear you and he was just as desperate as you were, covering his hard on with his tray table and his hands as an extra precaution. It was embarrassing and he practically leapt from his seat as soon it was safe to roam the cabin and took you with him, his hand gripping yours tightly.

You made your way down the aisle to the bathroom, trying your best to be discreet, but neither of you could have given less of a fuck if anyone knew what you were about to do. In fact, you kind of thought it was hot. Eddie opened the bathroom door and pushed you inside before slamming the door closed and locking it. As soon as it was safe, you threw him against the sink and took his shirt off, tossing it behind you.

You felt drool collect in your mouth as you took in his nipple piercings, desperate to have the cool metal in your mouth, to hear it clink against your teeth. You reached up and ran your thumbs across them and Eddie watched you intently, knowing exactly what you were going to do.

You pulled him flush to you body and took his nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the piercing, loving the way the metal moved around in your mouth. Eddie white knuckled the sink and let out a whimper as you worked on him, your cunt dampening at the sounds that were falling from his lips. You gave the sensitive skin a hard suck and Eddie through his head back as he let out a loud moan.

“So good, sweetheart,” he whined which told you that you continue. You took the skin between your teeth and looked up at him as you gave it a pull, causing him to come completely undone. He grabbed onto your waist and moved his hands up your shirt so he could dig his fingers into your skin. You let out your whimper then moved to Eddie’s other nipple to give it some love as well.

As soon as you saw that he was losing it, so desperate for you that he was whining your name. You gave his nipple one last suck then pulled away, nodding to yourself in satisfaction as you looked down at the reddish purple marks you had created that shone with your spit.

“Need me bad, huh?” You asked as you unbuttoned his jeans. You could see the tent that his dick had made and you were eating up the way you could make him come undone so easily. His pants his the tops of his shoes and it gave you a better look at his boner.

“So bad,” he replied and you pulled down his underwear, causing his cock to spring free. It was the hardest you had ever seen it and it was spilling with pre cum which made you wonder just how long he had been having trouble.

“Y/n-”

“Shh,” you put your finger up to his lips. “It’s okay. I’m gonna take care of you, okay? Do you have a condom?” You reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom before opening the packet before rolling it into his cock. You then removed your own underwear before lifting your skirt and lined yourself up with him and you worked together to insert himself into you.

As soon as you both were situated, you moved together, your hips bucking together as he pumped in and out of you as fast as he could and you held into his shoulders as your head fell back, loud moans escaping your lips.

“Fuck, Eddie, so good.” You were already going dumb and you had just gotten started. He continued to pump in and out of you and he turned your bodies to the side. He then grabbed hold of your face, forcing your heat to turn to the right to look at the two of you in the mirror.

“Look at how you look, sweetheart,” he commanded. “Look at how well you’re taking my cock. Taking me so well.” You watched yourself moan in your reflection and Eddie put on a devilish smirk as he watched you watch yourself, obsessed with seeing how you were looking at yourself. He hoped that you had thought you were as hot as he did.

You reached your orgasm and Eddie turned you to face him again, that devilish smirk making another appearance. He knew exactly what he was doing, knowing exactly how much you liked to watching yourself in the mirror at he fucked you senseless. You always wanted to see what he saw.

He pulled out and just when you thought he was going to dispose of the condom, he turned you around to face to the sink and you gripped the edge, letting out a moan as you felt his dick enter your asshole. He grabbed onto your hips, pushing his dick and out of you, pulling moan after moan from your mouth, the both of you watching your reflection, eating up the way you were coming undone as he fucked you in the ass.

“Look at you,” he smiled. “Still taking me so well, princess.”

“Eddie,” you moaned. “Feels so good.”

“I know,” he replied smugly. “Know you love the way I fuck you.”

You knew he said those kind of things to all of the girls he hooked up with and you didn’t like that. You didn’t like being on a long list of girls he messed around with, wanting to be the only one he slept with even though you knew that wasn’t even close to a possibility.

“Stop,” you commanded and Eddie immediately pulled out, searching your reflection for any sign of discomfort. Sure, he liked to degrade you sometimes, but he’d always stop what he was doing just because you asked him to.

“Did I hurt you? Did you not want me to do that? I’m sorry.” His apology came out rushed, but that was only because he was nervous that he had done something wrong. He never wanted to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. Your comfort was always his number one priority.

“No,” you shook your head. “It was great. I just-“

“What?” He was hanging onto your every word, desperately wanting to know what you meant.

“I can’t do this, Eddie.” He didn’t know what was going on, but what he did know was that he definitely should have pulled up his pants. He disposed of the condom and cleaned himself up before pulling up his pants before continuing the seemingly important conversation.

“Do what?” He had no fucking clue what you were talking about and just wished that you said what meant without beating around the bush.

“I can’t keep hooking up with you knowing that you’re doing the same things with other girls.”

“What other girls?” There hadn’t been any for months. Not since he met you.

“Your long list of women you rotate through. The many notches in your bedpost.”

“Sweetheart, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Sure there were other women, but that was before you.” Your mouth fell open at his confession. There was no way that Eddie “Casanova” Munson was actually sticking to just one woman.

“Were?”

“Yes, were, as in, past tense. I-I haven’t slept with anyone else since we started hooking up. You’re the only one I need. The only one I want to go to bed with every night. I-I’d love to be yours if you’d let me.”

Eddie didn’t date and he certainly wasn’t a boyfriend either, but he was willing to be that just for you. It was honestly the biggest honor you could have imagined.

“You always were,” you smiled before pulling him in for a kiss by his shirt. Just as he responded to it, there was a knock on the door, signaling that you both should have headed back to your seats.

Eddie took you by the hand and unlocked the door before leading you back to your seats where you sat, sharing your second, third, and fourth kisses as an official couple.