#kink;lingerie

[nikkinelson1313]

[boytransmission]

This is fine? Like nothing’s showing, right?

Top surgery fund! <3 $app <3 wishlist

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

The Winchester Brothers and the Case of the Mysterious Pretty Pink Panties

…anyone else remember rhonda hurley?

[contessalarue]

[boytransmission]

My arm hair is officially visible in photos :)

Please help me get top surgery here ⭐️

[4everbarbs]

TTT? Tgirl Tummy Tuesday?

First time doing this, please be nice :x

[kaceykitty]

Reblog if you want a treat

[emobiitch132]

One of my fave types of clothing: giant hole cut out to draw all attention straight to my udders 🥰🥰🥰

[lilysafairy]

want a taste? 🤍

[rubyvhs]

day one : lingerie & overstimulation (cordell walker) .ᐟ 18+ fem!reader

Cordell sighs the second he steps into the house, taking off his hat and placing it on the rack. It’s already well past midnight so he doesn’t bother calling out for you or his kids, just walks upstairs to your room, hoping for a quiet night after the shitshow of a day.

And then he sees it. Sees your beautiful figure swinging around as you apply your lip gloss, your nightgown hugging your body so perfectly it made him stop dead in his tracks. Which means you hear him come in.

You jump at the sudden noise and turn back, “oh, god,” you place a hand on your chest with a smile, “cordi, are you crazy? How about you don’t sneak up on a ranger’s girlfriend?” 

He can’t help raising an eyebrow as you place your makeup down and walk over to him. The title sounds like honey on your tongue. His girlfriend. Fuck. “Yeah? Why’s that, darlin’?”

“Just, you know, she could be busy.” You shrug playfully until you finally get to wrap your arms around his torso, hugging him close, “‘missed you today.” And ain’t that the truest thing. It’s been a long day of missed calls, apologizing texts, angry teenagers demanding their dad. And you wanted to do something to calm yourself down.

“Missed you too, sweetheart,” he smirks, feeling the silk of the night down against his skin, pressing a kiss to your done up hair, “and what’s all this?” He pulls away to spin you around and you let out a laugh.

“Oh, you mean my new set?” You smile, shrugging, “‘s just something I got today. Stella wanted to go to the mall, and there was a really pretty store.”

He looks down at you with a knowing look, suddenly all expressions of tiredness are replaced with lust. “‘M sure it was. Gonna show me what you bought?”

It’s no secret Cordell likes you in white, he’s mentioned it every single time you’ve worn it, and at first you thought he was hunting at something but he was actually being honest, he loves the color on you, says it matches your hair (whatever that means), and that’s how you chose the lace set, the one your display for him as you unwrap the nightgown.

It’s really basic, just a two piece with the intricate lace design on each one, but it’s highly effective the way Cordi’s drinking you in. He looks you up and down before staring into your eyes, “thoughts?”

He leans down urgently to whisper “Gorgeous,” against your lips, pushing you further into the room after slamming the door shut recklessly. You pull away to giggle, hoping the kids are still asleep. Cordi seems to have forgotten all about that. He’s kissing you again, walking back until he hits the bed and sits down, “so beautiful in white, love this, love you.”

He pulls you into his lap, and it seems like he just can’t stop moving his lips hungrily on yours while you’re rocking your hips against him. Cordell’s hands find their way to your waist so he’s moving you and the sudden change causes you to moan against his mouth. “Fuck.”

He changes the position so you’re laying on the bed, your head on the pillow. Once his fixation seems to lessen he moves down to your neck, licking and biting your sensitive skin while you’re running your fingers through his hair like it’ll make him get to the main event. 

He keeps moving down your body, tugging at the bra but not taking it off, running his hands on your waist but not touching below your panties, then he finally gets to your inner thigh and you swear if he doesn’t do something—

Cordi moves the panties to one side, his fingers graze your clit and you arch your back in need. God, oh, fuck, why isn’t he doing anything. “Please, please, Cordi, c’mon.”

“I will, honey, I will.” And just as you’re about tell him lying’s a sin— he abides, his long finger moving to circle your entrance before actually pushing in and your moan takes you both by surprise. “Yeah? You’re so wet for me ‘n I haven’t even done anything. Was this what you wanted, baby girl? Wanted me to come home and find you like this? So fucking pretty, my very own angel.” 

You can’t respond, don’t want to, just need more of him inside you. His fingers, his mouth, anything. “Please.”

“You know I don’t like to keep you waitin’.” He leans down to kiss your lips, your mind’s too hazy to kiss back properly but you try and he finally shoves one more finger into your cunt as you cry out and he swallows your sounds. 

Cordell quickens the pace, his fingers slamming knuckle deep into you and you’re meeting his thrusts with your hips, desperate to come. 

You’ve always been so wet for him, always ready for his fingers, for his cock so he can’t help his growing dick— or ego. Just the sounds coming from you. From your pretty lips. From your pussy.

“Cordi— Cordi, oh god.” You tighten your grip on the bed sheets when his thumb massages your clit, and you have to physically keep from bucking up into it. He’s already going too fast with long, thick fingers pushing into you, hitting you right where you need them, and he knows it too. Knows exactly how to curl his fingers, knows exactly where to kiss and press for you to come undone.

“Please, please, cordi, m’gonna come— ah, cordi—” cordell watches as your orgasm crashes through you and you’re shaking under his touch. He lets you ride it out, his thumb still on your sensitive clit, his careful fingers massaging your sweet spot. Your moans get louder as he doesn’t stop even when you’re completely done. “Cordi— no, no, can’t take it, can’t—”

“You sure, baby girl?” He asks, even if you can tell it isn’t genuine with him still fingering you and your pussy clenching around him almost painfully; he doesn’t care. “‘Cause I think you can take more, right? You gonna be good for me and come again?”

“No, no, no, hurts— ‘s too much,” your hands immediately go to take his off but he holds them down on your stomach, tsking.

“One more, just one more.” And you can’t argue through the bliss and the impending orgasm rushing towards you again, you’re relaxing against Cordi to try and get there faster, chasing the high all over again as he adds another finger.

He leans down to graze his teeth against the unpadded bra, right against your nipples and it sends you over the edge again, his lips sucking greedily at the fabric and relentless thrusting as you cry out.

He slowly reclaims his fingers and you sigh in relief, crashing against the bed. Mumbling about how much you hate him. 

But then again, that cup of coffee you had before he came home wasn’t for nothing, you think as you sit up to get on his lap.