#thigh high hosiery

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Would you let me go on a night out like this? x

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Home Movie - Rafe Cameron One Shot

+18 Minor DNI

Rafe x Girlfriend!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 Warning: SMUT & Swearing, Pet names, no use of Y/N, birthday sex, first-time anal fingering, unprotected p in v, oral (male receiving), recording a sex tape, hair pulling, Rafe talks you through it.

📖 You and Rafe spend some quality time together after your birthday celebration, where you catch all the fun on tape.

2.9k <- almost all smut oops

Reader’s POV:

Your fingers comb through the back of Rafe’s hair, making him groan. “You know how hard it is to get you alone, princess?” Rafe chuckles, breathily as you amble toward the grand staircase. His face melts into your neck; lips meeting your skin, making your head fall to the side. “I’m glad everyone could be here for you, baby.” He mumbles against your neck, working his way up to your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Fuck. I hate sharin’ you though.”

“And, I hate sharing you. Tonight was perfect, baby. Thank you. Seriously, this has been the best birthday ever.” Rafe pulls back slightly, meeting your gaze, his blue eyes sparkling. The corners of his rosy lips curl into a smile.

“That makes me so happy, sweetheart.”

Rafe sets you down, not losing contact, lowering himself to your lips. He kisses you deeply, consuming all of your senses. His rich cologne, the sweetness of his taste, and green apple Jolly Ranchers, he can help but snag from your purse. He moans into your kiss, music to your ears as the touch of his rough hands glides higher and higher up your bare legs. He backs you up against the wall, tongue tangling with yours.

“You still up for this?” He mumbles between kisses.

“Mmm… Mhmm.”

“You’re gonna look so good on camera, princess,” he rasps, the vibrations of his low tone tickle your ear, making you powerless. “Oh, I got you a gift. You wanna put it on for me? I’ll set up the camera.” You bite your lip and nod.

“After you, pretty.”

A smile rolls across your lips as you see the mess of gifts arranged on the counter, a spray of rose gold and blush-hued balloons lofted on the ceiling. “Rafe,” you sigh, happily as you take in the additional gifts added, a lovely bouquet of roses, your favorite pink wine, and a white apparel box with a red bow.

Rafe walks behind you, body pressing against your back, arms shrouded around your waist as you unfasten the satin, undoing the knot. You draw back the top, plucking out the tissue paper; letting out a sinful little laugh. There it sits, a VHS C resting on a nest of red lace lingerie.

Snagging the VHS you pass it to Rafe. He wastes no time, popping back the lid; pulling out the smaller cassette, jamming it into the camera. He turns back to you cupping your cheeks in his large hands, kissing your forehead, your nose, your lips. “Be a good girl and get dressed for me. Yeah?”

“Jesus Christ, princess,” he groans, lustfully as his bare chest presses flush with yours. “How are you so sexy?” Rafe whispers against your lips, deepening the exchange a moment later, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss. His fingers drift into your hair, pulling you even closer. You reach down, stroking your hand over his clothed cock. “Lemme see you.” He draws back to take a better look, moaning lowly as his eyes drink you in.

Rafe spins you under his finger, his darkened eyes trailing from the tips of your black heels to the top of your lace-trimmed thigh-high stockings. His finger traces the little straps, clipping your hosiery in place; following the line to the garter belt cinched around your waist.

“This is one selfish fuckin’ gift,” he chuckles, darkly.

“I love it, baby. I feel beautiful-”

“You are beautiful. Damn… You’re divine, angel,” he moans before you can say much more, lighting you ablaze.

“You ready?” Your hands rest lightly against his chest, feeling his heart racing underneath, matching your own.

“Haven’t thought about much else today, princess.”

“Neither have I,” you whisper as your lips brush against his, feeling the anticipation build.

His large palms circle the fullness of your ass. “Shit…” He groans, drawing out the word as his hand meets only skin. His arm reaches further around your hip, fingers skimming your ass, reaching as far as he can, the tips of his fingers swirling your arousal dipping into your entrance. “You don’t even have to take these off.”

“How ‘bout that?” You add, breathily, fanning the flame. He doesn’t respond, just a hungry stare as he picks you up, shifting the two of you to the mattress, looking like he could absolutely devour you. He reaches down, practically ripping the button of his slacks open, going on all fours toward you as you move back to the headboard.

He kisses your forehead, retreating on the bed. One snap open, then the next. Rafe unclasps your garter belt straps, peeling the stockings off your thigh and calf, kissing and kissing some more as he reveals more and more skin. His fingers never lose contact, landing on your panties again.

Rafe drops his hips thrusting and rolling his rock-hard bulge into you. You can feel the chill of the slick between your thighs making you release an eager whimper. “Need you,” you whine.

“You still wanna try, sweetheart?”

You nod rapidly at him before lowering your gaze, taking in his perfect form, tanned skin and thick muscles. His blonde fringe dusts his forehead, brushing against you as he continues to torture you with a few more hindered thrusts.

“I need you inside of me,” you breathe, tugging at his boxers, drawing them as low as you can before Rafe yanks them off completely. His hard dick stands straight, weeping at the tip. You wrap your hand around his thick shaft, swiping your thumb across his tip before taking it between your lips, purring at the taste.

“I’m obsessed with you,” he mumbles under his breath, his body tacking you to the mattress.

“Fuck. Me.”

“Anything for you. Hands 'n knees, sweetheart.”

You roll over underneath him as he rises on his knees, moving back slightly for you to assume the position. You rest your forearms on the bed, ass in the air.

“Like this?” You ask, looking over your shoulder, making his eyes roll back.

“Just like that,” he groans as he takes hold of your curves, spreading your cheeks slightly. You watch a devilish smirk stretch on his lips. His eyes drift to the camera, checking his angle, making sure to get the perfect shot.

He draws his hand back slapping your ass cheek, a satisfying clap cracks through the room. Rafe snares your hips, towing you closer. You relax your body a little more, the sway of your spine deepening.

Rafe’s rough fingers meet your clit, making you release a throaty moan. “Such a pretty pussy,” he groans as he works a little further back, toying with your entrance, running his fingers through your folds before slapping your cunt. “Always so wet for me.”

“I’m so wet for you,” you pant. “Please, Rafe. S-Shit-” You’re cut short by a new sensation, as Rafe rubs his thumb over your taut hole using your slick as lube. He runs a line of spit down, making you release a little gasp as he circles a little quicker before pressing it inside, making you clutch the sheets.

“Good?” A smile spreads on his perfect lips.

“So fucking good,” you moan. Rafe draws his finger out, pulling out a moan from your trembling lips. Rafe presses against you again, his pointer finger replacing his thumb.

“Want me to keep goin’?”

“Yes. Fuck, Rafe… Don’t stop,” you whimper.

You watch as Rafe wraps his fist around his dick as well. Your entire body starts to throb, heart banging in your chest as Rafe pumps his long cock at the same tempo as his finger, working in and out of you. A bead of precum drips from his swollen tip onto the comforter below.

Is he gonna fuck me too?

You feel heat spread across your already hot skin as he answers your question. His fat cockhead presses against your entrance, making your fingers twist in the sheets, gripping tight, eyes squeezed as he glides inside your pussy.

“O-Oh, Rafe. I- Mmm…” He sinks balls deep, the skin of his body pressed against yours, making you cry out. He lets you adjust to his size and the new sensation.

“Please…” You manage, wanting desperately for him to move.

“Gotta use your words, baby girl. There somethin’ you want?”

“Fuck me,” you whine.

“There’s my good girl,” he grunts, rocking into you at a familiar tempo, working his fingers in tandem with his thrusts.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, in ecstasy as he adds another, filling you fuller than before.

“Jesus Christ,” he huffs. Rafe curls his digits inside your ass, pumping both a little quicker, making you tighten around him more. “Feels so good, baby… G-Goddamn,” he pants between ruts.

“So good,” you cry.

Rafe’s palms the arch of your ass with his other hand, spanking your cheek before gliding it forward, forcing your body a little lower. He feeds off your whines and moans, searching for that perfect angle to send you over the edge.

“Right there,” you cry.

“Like this?” He asks in a taunting tone, using your words from before. “Right there, sweetheart?”

“Yes. Yes.”

A cocky smile spreads on his lips as he watches you carefully. The clapping of skin fills the room along with the lewd squelching of your cunt. “Faster,” you snivel.

“Mhmm?”

“Harder,” you plead through quivering lips, spit seeping out the sides of your mouth.

“Yeah?” He bullies. His hand takes a grip on your ass, rough thrusts with his fingers and cock making your body weak.

“Gonna cum.”

“Mmm… Squeezin’ me so tight. S-Shit,” he stammers.

You scream out his name, pussy fluttering around his length as you cum harder than you ever have before. Your toes curl tight, hands weaved in the sheets as you flood his cock with your release.

Your lashes beat to a close, muscles settling around him as his fingers pull out. “Mmm…” Rafe growls from behind you as his hand rounds your hips. He grinds his cock slowly, just rough enough to make the plush of your ass recoil.

“Felt so good, Rafe,” you mewl in exhaustion, feeling his hand sail up the bend of your spine, raking into your hair.

“You liked that, baby? You want more?”

“Yeah. Wanna make you cum, daddy.”

“Look at the camera for me, darlin’,” Rafe rasps, taking a tighter grip on your strands, guiding your fucked-out smile to the lens. You blink your eyes, doing your best to focus, ears ringing slightly.

“So fuckin’ beautiful… Holy shit,” he moans as he continues to fuck into you nice and slow. “I wanna go a little slower this time,” he whispers. “That alright with you, baby doll?”

“That’s perfect.”

“Come here, sweetheart,” he calls for you.

The pads of Rafe’s calloused fingertips skate up your thighs, finding your dripping cunt. He runs a few small circles on your clit as you scratch your nails up his thigh. He lets out a deep moan as you apply a little pressure, rolling his heavy balls in your small hand.

“Can you suck me clean, baby?”

“Fuck, daddy… Please,” you sigh, dreamily as you slot yourself between his strong thighs.

“Open,” he rasps, making you flatten your watering tongue. He inserts his thumb pressing down on it before inserting his cock nice and slow. “Close…” You wrap your lips around his length, feeling it strain on your tongue. “Suck, sweetheart.” You taste his essence, paired with a hint of your own.

“You’re lips look so pretty around my dick.” You take him to the back of your throat, sucking him off to the tip, eyes locked on his. “Co'mere, baby,” he croons, guiding you back in, kissing your lips, taking in the taste as well. His kiss is unhurried and deep, his tongue rolling slowly with yours, making you light-headed

Rafe pushes you back onto the bed, mounting you quickly, leaning his toned frame over your own. His kisses journey lower and lower on your body, kissing and re-kissing your skin, breathing in your perfume as his hands play as well.

His ringed fingers circle your breasts before pressing them together. He growls in satisfaction, kissing the mounds of your breasts. He flicks his pink tongue across your hardened nipple, sending chills across your body.

“Shit, baby. Look at you,” he sighs, marveling at your curves, pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He rolls your pebbled skin roughly making pleasure spur between your thighs, causing you to shudder out a breath. “Fuck. I love your body, honey,” he groans. Rafe crawls closer, a boyish smile on his lips as he lowers himself to your ear, the warmth of his breath making a flighty giggle flee your lips. “I’m fuckin’ your tits later.”

“Yeah,” you smile as you tuck yourself into his arms.

“Neither can I,” you breathe, spreading your thighs a little wider as he takes his shaft in his hand.

You watch as he slides his cock into you slowly, plunging in with the wetness of your first orgasm. “Fuckkk. That feels so damn good,” he groans. Rafe begins to roll his hips into you. You can see all of his muscles at work as he holds himself up with his forearms, his gold chain keeps cadence with his thrusts.

It’s the perfect pace, the perfect depth, allowing you to savor him, every vein, and ridge, the curve of his swollen head dragging against your sweet spot already.

You look down, watching as he stretches you out; cock glistening with your cum. “It’s like you were made for me, baby,” he pants, breathily, pulling you from your daze, back to his beautiful eyes.

“I am…” you whisper.

Rafe’s hand works up your arm, fingers intertwining with your own. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Rafe,” you whimper as he pins your hand above your head. His lips meet yours, kissing you passionately as he fucks you close.

Your nails scratch into his hair, making Rafe moan into your mouth. You dig your heels into the mattress, close not close enough as you meet his thrusts causing your skin to slap together.

He presses himself a little deeper making you wail. Rafe’s body trembles, hips hitching at the sound of your bliss fighting himself to maintain his slower pace.

“Feels so good, Rafe,” you cry.

“So, so good. Shit. I’m gonna be leaking out of you all night, sweetheart. That what you want?”

“Wanna feel you all night,” you sigh.

He chuckles darkly, his deep voice vibrates against your skin just below your ear. “My dirty fuckin’ girl.” Rafe grabs his pillow from beside your head, placing it underneath you, changing positions slightly.

He pumps into you, building up speed. Your body starts to tighten around him, your finish surely coming soon. He separates from you, gripping your hips, thrusting at a rapid pace.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you moan, fiercely.

“Are you close?”

“Yes,” you whine, making him smile.

“You’ll cum, princess, but not until I say you can,” he orders through jagged breaths.

“Oh, fuck!” You yell, loudly as he spits on your pussy, rubbing circles onto your sensitive bud. You grit your teeth, muscles strained as you hold back your pleasure. “I can’t take it-” You huff.

“You will,” he grunts. Your eyes slam shut as he brushes his fingers from side to side.

“Rafe, please!” You plead. He smiles, his hand moving quicker causing you to grip the sheets.

“Cum for me, princess,” he orders, and you let it all go.

“F-Fuck, Rafe,” you sob, feeling your release, thigh shaking, back arching. Your wetness leaks from your pussy as he continues to pound into you.

Rafe throws his hips, pulsing deep inside as he fills you completely, his cum bursting out the seams, wetting his bed below. He thrusts slowly, brows threaded tight, milking out his last bits of pleasure.

Rafe leans down kissing you softly. “That was amazing,” he whispers through his rapid breaths as you cup his sweat-sheened cheeks in your hands.

“Fuck. That was so good,” you gust, doing your best to catch your breath.

“Let me shut it off. Okay?”

You nod, nose brushing against his, kissing him gently as he draws out. “Forgot that was on,” you giggle as you enfold your naked body in sheets, watching as he saunters toward the camera.

“Me too, sweetheart. It’s perfect. This is fuckin’ perfect,” he hails, holding the little cassette between his fingers, carefully setting it back in the VHS. He walks away, running his fingers through his hair, his bubble-butt bouncing slightly with each step. 

“Where are you going?” You giggle.

“Cake,” he answers, merrily, turning around with it in hand, sucking some pink frosting off his finger. “Tastes like your pussy.” You roll your eyes and smile as you nestle into his pillow. “I’m serious. Better even.”

“Better!” You gasp, playfully, pulling yourself up as Rafe climbs on. He situates you between his legs, dragging you back, leading you to relax on his chest, yanking the covers over you once more.

“Comfy?” He kisses your temple as he holds you close.

“So comfy,” you sigh, blissfully. Rafe grabs the cake, resting it on your lap digging into the dessert, giving you the first bite, then him.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

[beautification-tales]

The Sisters pt. 1

A late Bloomer tale

The sisterhood were sitting at their usual table in the cafeteria. Stacey in her usual white crop top and tight jeans. She had a scowl on her face as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. Becky and Ruby were holding hands and giggling. Becky’s black yoga pants and top exposed her impressive abs that Ruby’s red fingernail free hand was caressing. Stacey rolled her eyes at the display. Becky caressed Ruby’s hosiery covered thigh as they were so close to making out. “Ugh get a room you two!” Stacey exclaimed, causing Ruby to break out into a fit of giggles.

“I know that I’m Bi now but women really do it for me now.” Becky confessed, looking down at Ruby’s body. Ruby leaned in, a hungry look on her face. "Maybe because they always did it for you?” she asked with a sly grin. Stacey rolled her eyes and snorted. "Ugh can we hold off on humping anyone until our fearless leader shows up?” she asked, gesturing to the door.

As if on cue Marsha walked in. The bright orange hair and lips caught the eye of everyone as she walked to her usual spot. She wore the least revealing clothes of the group as she actually dressed casually. Stacy leaned forward as Marsha sat down. “Well? What news from on high?” she asked sarcastically. Marsha looked at the three girls then smiled. “We all meet her tomorrow for the next phase of her plan.” she replied, her voice hushed.

Ruby and Becky squealed with excitement. “Ooh I can’t wait!” Ruby exclaimed. Becky nodded in agreement. Stacey rolled her eyes. She was still annoyed at the restrictions that were placed on her since the incident at Peter’s. “Tonight! Tonight we feast. She said she wanted us at full energy for our meeting.” Marsha announced. Ruby clapped her hands together. "Oh! There is cute Professor that I’ve been meaning to seduce. He should be delicious!” Becky stopped touching Ruby. “Aww so what am I supposed to do?” Becky whined. Stacey snorted. "Well you can always go after one of the TA's. They're always easy meat." she joked.

Marsha

“Or you could get your real revenge… on Traci.” Stacey suggested. Becky’s eyes glowed as she licked her lips and inhaled. “That’s a great idea… thanks Stace.” Stacey stared right at Marsha “Anything for a sister.” There was a moment of silence as Marsha and Stacey glared at each other. “I guess… I’ll just consume a frat… how boring.” Stacey sighed. Ruby giggled.

“No, I talked with our maker and we agreed. We want you at your best Stacey. Peter’s all yours.” Marsha said with a knowing smirk. Stacey gasped as she felt her breasts fill with milk. Stacey’s eyes glowed as she felt her panties soak at the thought of having Peter again. “Oh thank you! Thank you!” Stacey got up and hugged Marsha tight. “Anything for a sister.” They both giggled.

Becky’s Story-

Becky watched as Stacey and Marsha hugged as the tension between them evaporated. Becky didn’t know the full story but apparently Stacey was obsessed with her former bully and Marsha didn’t approve. The girls all said goodbye to each other as Becky walked to her former best friend’s dorm room.

Stacey

Becky felt the butterflies in her stomach as she never confronted or really talked to Traci since she caught her with Bill. They grew up together and shared everything except for boys. The code was clear between them and Traci had broken it.

Becky transformed into her normal body and knocked on Traci’s door. “Go away!” Traci yelled through the door. “It’s me Becky, Trace.” Becky said in her most innocent voice. There was a long pause, then Traci unlocked the door. When she opened it, she was wearing a big sweatshirt and still had tears in her eyes. “I’m sure you came to gloat didn’t you?” Becky was surprised when Traci hugged her and brought her in. “I fucking missed you Becks. I.. I fucked up. I ruined our friendship over a guy and and… he cheated on me. I’m so sorry…. Please I need you. Please forgive me…. You’re all I have now.”

Becky gritted her teeth. She wanted to unleash the rage she had from the betrayal. Traci’s genuine tears touched Becky’s heart. “I don’t know Traci. You were my best friend! I loved you and what you did still hurts. The worst part … is if you just told me. If you said you wanted Bill. I would have broken up with him for us.” Traci’s tears kept flowing as she looked at her best friend. “It wasn’t fair though. All the boys wanted me over you. I wanted you to know how it felt to be wanted.” Traci grabbed Becky’s hand. “I wanted you so see how beautiful you really are. I should have just told you that.”

Ruby

Becky wiped the tears from her own eyes. “Yeah you should have. I met some new friends and the helped me see that.” Becky looked at Traci and laughed. “I actually did come here to gloat and rip you a new one.” Traci wiped her tears and smiled. “I fucking deserve it. Weird thing is the woman that Bill was fucking said ‘Karma’s a bitch’”. Becky gulped remembering she did say that. “She did?” Traci nodded. Becky sighed. She didn't want to see Traci hurt anymore. She wanted her best friend back. But she couldn’t let her know the truth at least not yet.

“Yeah, I took Bill from you and that Amazon bitch took Bill from me.” Traci looked up at Becky. Becky’s lip quivered as she asked for clarification. “Amazon?” Traci nodded. Becky sat down on the bed right next to Traci. “Yeah, I never saw a woman as hot as her. If she wasn’t the bitch that stole my man…. I would totally follow her IG and see how she slayed in a bikini. You … ok Becky?” Traci asked her friend.

Becky’s eyes fluttered as she felt herself get really warm. Traci’s compliments of her succubus form was arousing her. Becky could feel the sexual energy growing inside. It was if her succubus was wanting to transform. “Uhm I’m ok Traci… keep telling your story.” Becky eyes her friend with a hunger she never displayed before.

“Well yeah imagine Meg the Stallion times ten. I know Bill was loving it as he was throbbing. I know this is TMI but even though I was horrified. I felt myself getting wet… because of her.” Becky’s nipples hardened hearing her friend describe her. “She was fucking irresistible wasn’t she?” Becky gasped as she felt her breasts get heavier in her chest.

“Well.. yeah she actually…said something like that. “ Traci pushed away from her friend. “Do… do you know her Becky?” Traci looked at her friend as her eyes had rolled back. Becky inhaled hard trying to control the pleasure and sexual energy tidal wave that was washing over her. “You could say something like that ahhhh!” The dam broke as all of Becky’s succubus energy overwhelmed her as purple flame surrounded her body. Becky’s breasts increased in size as her muffin top evaporated. The unflattering sweats vanished as Becky was now in her true succubus form. Becky caressed her amazing curves as she moaned gleefully as if freed from a prison. Becky opened her eyes and looked at her tight bikini that left little to the imagination.

Becky

Traci stood up in shock. “It was you?!” she asked in disbelief. Becky smiled, her perfect white teeth behind the juicy thick lips. “You really have a way with words Trace. It really brings out the best in a girl… no?” Becky arched her back taking a sexual pose as she played with her long black hair.

Traci’s heart was pounding in her chest. The mixed emotions of fear, surprise and arousal were all present within her. “You fucked Bill? What…what are you?” Traci backed away from Becky as she continued to take poses on the bed.

“Mmmm I’m a succubus baby. I wanted revenge for you both hurting me. So I took it.”

“What do you want now?” Traci asked, her voice quivering with fear and a hint of arousal. Becky stopped posing and began walking to Traci. “You said you wanted me to know how it felt to be beautiful and wanted. Traci… it feels fucking fantastic.” Becky was right in front of Traci, her taller form a head higher now making Traci look up. “You’re here for more revenge aren’t you?” Traci gulped.

“Mmmhmm you see… I’m too fucking sexy to resist.” Becky said as she pulled Traci in for a kiss. Her succubus powers overwhelmed Traci as she found herself melting into the kiss. Her body felt like it was on fire as she pressed herself against Becky. The two women kissed deeply, their tongues dancing together.

As they broke apart, Becky whispered in Traci's ear, "You're gonna love this." She grabbed at Traci’s waist and quickly pulled her sweatshirt off, letting her perfect breasts free. "Oh my god Traci, you're so beautiful." Becky cupped her hands around her friend's breasts, squeezing them gently before taking one nipple into her mouth and sucking on it hungrily. Traci moaned loudly, arching her back as she felt an unfamiliar pleasure course through her veins.

“Oh my God! Becky! Mmm” Traci moaned as she wrapped her hands around her friend's head, feeling the incredible sensations building in her chest. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into Becky's mouth, wanting more of the delicious pleasure.

Becky released her nipple with a pop and moved to Traci's other breast, taking the waiting nipple into her mouth. Traci gasped as she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, making her limbs weak. She reached down, gripping the hem of her sweatpants, desperate to feel more. She couldn’t understand why this felt so right.

"Oh fuck yeah Traci," Becky moaned, her words vibrating against her skin. "You taste so good." Traci arched her back even further, pressing her chest into Becky's face. Her hips began to move involuntarily, grinding against her friend's thigh. The sensations were overwhelming, both familiar and foreign at the same time.

Becky released her nipples with a pop and moved up to nip at Traci's neck. "You feel so good, Traci. I could do this all night." Traci shuddered, her legs turning to jelly. She reached down, grasping at Becky's hips as she felt her wetness grow between her legs. "Please, Becky. I need..." she trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

"You need me?" Becky asked, her voice low and husky. "You need my cock inside you?" She moved back, her gaze trailing down to Traci's crotch. “Wait.. what cock?” Traci asked confused. Becky grabbed Traci’s back and grinded her hips into Traci’s. Traci gasped as she felt a stiff member against her pelvis. “Succubus powers baby” Becky grinned.

Becky pulled Traci’s bottoms off. Traci felt a rush of cold air against her, and then the warmth of Becky's body as her friend straddled her. She gripped the head of her cock, positioning it at Traci's entrance. Traci felt a sting of pain as Becky pressed inside her, but it was quickly replaced by an intense, burning pleasure. She cried out, her body arching up into the sensation.

Elated to share this moment with her.

She arched her back, her fingernails digging into Becky's shoulders as she felt her own orgasm building, a wave of heat and pleasure starting deep in her core and spreading outward. "Oh god, Becky," she gasped, her hips meeting Becky's with frenzied urgency. "I'm going to..."

Becky's thrusts became faster, harder, as if she was trying to push Traci over the edge. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body shuddering with the effort. "Come for me, baby," she growled, her voice rough and demanding.

Traci felt her orgasm build, tearing through her body like a tidal wave. "Yes!" she cried out, arching her back as her hips bucked wildly against Becky. Her vision blurred, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her.

Becky felt Traci's inner walls grip her cock, squeezing it with unrelenting force. She threw her head back, her body tensing as she felt the familiar tightness building inside her. "Oh fuck," she moaned, her voice ragged and desperate. "I'm coming."

With a final thrust, Becky buried her cock to the hilt inside Traci, their bodies pressed together, their sweat mixing on their skin. She let out a long, shuddering groan as her orgasm overtook her, her hips snapping wildly against Traci's in a frenzy of pleasure. Her vision blurred, her thoughts spinning out of control as the wave of ecstasy crashed over her.

Traci panting laid her chest on Becky’s. “Was that really revenge for you?”

Becky looked down at Traci “No, more like what I always wanted.”

[starsinmylatte]

Thrawn is a hosiery guy send tweet

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Warnings: What it says on the tin, hickeys, lingerie kink, glove kink, praise, slightly possessive Thrawn, lingerie heels and stockings (oh my), oral sex, liquor consumption, the barest hint of sadism, author refuses to call paper flimsi, not beta'd

No gendered pronouns are used for Thrawn's lover. This piece can be read as any gender. The term "you" is used, but you can easily insert your favorite o/c or other character :)

Ch'eo visahot: My darling

Bun vutucni: Good dove

Thrawn is a man who enjoys the finer things in life, so his gifts to his lover would certainly reflect that. I could see him buying you all kinds of beautiful clothing, as well as beautiful things to wear under each outfit. He would enjoy all kinds of lingerie, but the ones with stockings and garters would be his absolute favorite.

He loves the way they cling to every curve, especially when the band at the top of the thigh-highs indents the soft skin. It drives him absolutely insane, and there will absolutely be a very dark hickey marking the spot for a few days. I wouldn't be surprised to see quite a few of them decorating their skin like Thrawn's personal masterpiece.

He will lay his lover back against a sofa or on a pile of pillows, lovingly placing their legs on either side of his head to kiss, nip, and lick at their soft, warm skin. Thrawn wants them to be whimpering and begging before he pushes past their panties to sink his tongue into their sweet core.

Thrawn likes to buy his lover expensive sets made with the most luxurious fabrics the galaxy has to offer: Corellian laces, the finest shimmersilks, and cotton so soft it feels like wearing nothing at all. Some sets are adorned with precious gemstones or metals, making each one a true work of art….. but Thrawn also holds a certain affection for the inexpensive, flimsy stockings he can rip right off your body. The expensive ones are a lesson in patience for both of you. Because, of course, it wouldn’t do to ruin a work of art.

You come to his study one night after he's had his fill of paperwork, dressed in a sheer, glittering robe and the latest set of lingerie your lover brought back for you from his travels. Thrawn glances up from his datapad to see you enter and he smiles as you lean against the doorway, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Come here, ch'eo visahot. Let me see you," he purrs, raising a gloved hand to beckon you closer.

You saunter over, slowly, relishing the flare of his gaze as he drinks in your form. He pushes his chair back from his desk slightly, patting his thigh and gesturing for you to take a seat. Your heels click softly on the cold floor as you oblige, much to his delight.

"Simply stunning," he murmurs against your ear when you lean back against his broad chest. One of his hands finds your waist while the other plucks a lowball glass from his desk. Thrawn takes a sip of the dark, amber liquor, letting out a low, contented hum. You can practically feel it rumbling throughout his chest as he pulls you into him. His hand slips beneath your robe to trace circles on your skin as you fully shift onto his lap, casting your legs over the opposite arm of the chair.

Thrawn looks down at you in rapt approval, studying your form as he would any piece of artwork. The soft sound of glass hitting the desk is audible as he sets his drink down, but you are far too captivated by his smoldering eyes to look away.

He raises a hand to your lips and you nip at the end of the glove, taking the soft leather between your teeth. It smells of real parchment -the kind only found in the oldest manuscripts- leather conditioner, and him....

Your gaze must've gone hazy, because Thrawn chuckles as he tugs his hand free from the glove, reaching up to caress your cheek before taking it from your mouth. "Bun vutucni."

The glove is summarily discarded on the table before your lover tips your chin up, capturing your lips in a passionate embrace. The kiss is long, languorous, and eager. You can taste the smoky liquor on his lips, and eventually his tongue as he parts your lips with a practiced ease. Thrawn's ungloved hand trails up your jaw, keeping your head perfectly positioned for him to savor you.

He nips at your bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth to gently suck on the tender flesh. You whimper, feeling him grin. The hand at your waist stops moving, and all of a sudden you feel it greedily cup your ass. The warm leather of his glove caresses your bare skin, tangling into the elastic of your panties.

You giggle as he continues to tug and toy with the hem and his smile grows devious. Thrawn snaps the elastic of your garter, greedily devouring the sharp whine that falls from your lips at the sting. He soothes the hypersensitive skin with more caresses, reaching down to unclip the garter.

Thrawn's practiced fingers move to the stocking, rolling it down ever-so-slowly. His pressure is just enough to tease and tempt you to squirm as your lover studies your reactions intently, sanguine gaze hazy with desire. You shift closer to him on instinct, tired of his teasing, but Thrawn just tsks softly, "Come now, vutucni. Impatience does not suit you. Good things come to those who wait."

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[nekotaylor]

The Complete List of Sissy Milestones

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Categories

Panties [/20]

Bras [/13]

Hosiery [/14]

Lingerie [/15]

Shoes [/15]

Body Accessories [/16]

Cosmetics [/18]

Toys [/17]

Lifestyle [/23]

Outfits [/16]

Training [/14]

Masturbation [/15]

Sex [/23]

Mental [/4]

Cyber [/9]

Public [/14]

Social [/6]

Permanent [/11]

Total [/256]

Panties [20]

Wear a pair of panties.

Own a pair of panties

Own 10 pairs of panties.

Own 10 unique colors of panties.

Own 10 unique styles of panties.

Own a thong.

Own a g-string.

Own a bikini.

Own boyshorts.

Own ruffled panties.

Own hipsters.

Own cheeky panties.

Own pantaloons.

Own lacy panties.

Own panties with words on the bottom.

Own crotchless panties.

Own backless panties.

Own panties with a zipper.

Own pouch panties.

Own latex panties.

Bras [13]

Wear a bra.

Own a bra.

Own 5 bras.

Own a training bra.

Own a pushup bra.

Own a strapless bra.

Own a sports bra.

Own a bralette.

Own a T-shirt bra.

Own a lace cup bra.

Own a stick-on bra.

Own a bullet bra.

Own a matching bra set.

Hosiery [14]

Wear pantyhose.

Own a pair of pantyhose.

Own a pair of stockings.

Own a pair of knee highs.

Own a pair of ankle socks.

Own a pair of thigh highs.

Own fishnet stockings.

Own opaque tights.

Own white stockings.

Own patterned stockings.

Own leggings.

Own animal-print stockings.

Own lace-trimmed stockings.

Own 3 different deniers of hosiery.

Lingerie [15]

Own a garterbelt.

Own a fashion corset.

Own a steel-boned corset.

Own a petticoat.

Own a babydoll.

Own a panty-girdle.

Own a bodystocking.

Own a nightgown.

Own a teddy.

Own a chemise.

Own a bustier.

Own a camisole.

Own a peignoir.

Own a negligee.

Own a crinoline.

Shoes [15]

Wear a pair of heels.

Own a pair of women's shoes.

Own 5 pairs of women's shoes.

Own shoes with at least 3 inch heel.

Own shoes with at least 5 inch heel.

Own women's sandals.

Own women's booties.

Own high heeled wedges.

Own stilletos.

Own women's flats.

Own platform heels.

Own Mary Janes.

Own women's sneakers.

Own thigh-high boots.

Own lockeable heels.

Body Accessories [16]

Make a pair of DIY breastforms.

Own breast forms.

Own a breast plate.

Own a chastity cage.

Own clip-on earrings.

Own earrings.

Own dangling earrings.

Own hoop earrings.

Pierce ears.

Pierce tongue.

Pierce nipples.

Pierce belly button.

Own fake nails.

Own hip pads.

Own a wig.

Own temporary tattoos.

Cosmetics [18]

Own Foundation.

Own Blush.

Own Lipstick.

Own Lipliner.

Own Eyeliner.

Own Mascara.

Own Eyeshadow.

Own Makeup remover.

Own Concealer.

Own Eyelash curlers.

Own Fake eyelashes.

Own Highlighter.

Own Bronzer.

Own makeup sponges.

Own makeup brushes.

Own eyebrow pencil.

Own a makeup holder.

Own setting spray.

Toys [17]

Own a butt plug.

Own butt plug training set.

Own vibrating plug.

Own a dildo.

Own a squirting dildo.

Own a ball gag.

Own a penis gag.

Own nipple clamps.

Own hobble chains.

Own arm/leg binders.

Own ballet heels.

Own fleshlight.

Own prostate massager.

Own a blindfold.

Own anal beads.

Own an anal hook.

Own a tail plug.

Lifestyle [23]

Own women's soap.

Own women's shampoo.

Own women's deodorant.

Own women's perfume.

Know women's clothing size (shoes, waist, hip, bust)

Shave pubic hair.

Shave leg hair.

Shave arm hair.

Remove all body hair.

Reshape eyebrows.

Wear hair extensions.

Use home IPL hair removal.

Wear clear nail polish.

Wear colored finger nail polish.

Own colored toe nail polish.

Subscribe to a women's magazine.

Lose weight to become more feminine.

Grow out hair.

Pretend to have a menstrual cycle.

Throw out all male underwear.

Wear panties everyday.

Wear a bra everyday.

Wear women's hosiery everyday.

Outfits [16]

Own a maid outfit.

Own a sissy dress.

Own a school girl outfit.

Own a cheerleader outfit.

Own a secretary outfit.

Own a wedding dress.

Own a prom dress.

Own a little black dress.

Own a clubbing dress.

Own a bodycon dress.

Own a playboy bunny outfit.

Own a women's workout outfit.

Own a princess costume.

Own a gimp suit.

Own a women's cosplay costume.

Own a stepford wife costume.

Training [14]

Remain in chastity for 1 week.

Remain in chastity for 1 month.

Remain in chastity for 1 year.

Wear a corset for 1-4 hours a day.

Wear a corset for 6-10 hours a day.

Wear butt plug for 1-4 hours.

Wear a butt plug for 4-8 hours.

Fit a small dildo anally.

Fit a medium dildo anally.

Fit a large dildo anally.

Fit a small dildo orally.

Fit a medium dildo orally.

Fit a large dildo orally.

Practice applying makeup.

Masturbation [15]

Masturbate in chastity.

Have a ruined orgasm.

Have a self-facial.

Eat your own cum.

Use a vibrator to masturbate.

Have a protate orgasm.

Use a mechanical sex machine.

Watch sissy/feminization hypno.

Finger your anus.

Moan while masturbating.

Use an anal douche.

Have an anal enema.

Gape your ass.

Masturbate by stimulating your nipples.

Perform auto-fellatio.

Sex [23]

Experience a facial.

Get pegged.

Have a threesome.

Have anal sex.

Receive a creampie.

Give a blowjob.

Swallow someone else's cum.

Respond to a booty call.

Have anal sex immediately in the morning.

Have anal sex more than 4 times in one day.

Have anal sex while in chastity.

Have sex while dressed as a woman.

Get spitroasted.

Service a gloryhole.

Have an orgasm from anal sex.

Have anal sex without orgasming.

Experience a bukakke.

Participate in an orgy.

Participate in a gangbang as the center.

Have anal sex in 4 unique positions.

Deepthroat a penis.

Get spanked during sex.

Have anal sex without a condom.

Mental [4]

Give yourself a feminine name.

Write humiliating phrases on your body.

Keep a feminine diary.

Commit to a self-hypnosis schedule.

Cyber [9]

Have an online profile for your female persona.

Use a videochat service (Omegle/Chatroulette) as a woman.

Post pictures of yourself online dressed as a woman.

Post videos of yourself online dressed as a woman.

Have a female image of yourself captioned.

Receive a cum tribute toward your female persona.

Participate in online feminization training.

Complete online feminization tasks.

Receive a feminizing gift from someone.

Public [14]

public tasks can be done twice, once while with female underwear and once while fully dressed as a woman.

Go for a walk in public.

Go to a shopping mall.

Go to a beauty/hair/nail salon.

Go to a restaurant.

Go out on a date.

Go to a lingerie shop.

Go to a movie theatre.

Social [6]

Tell a friend you are interested in feminization.

Tell your significant other you are interested in feminization.

Be in a relationship where you spend a majority of your time in your female persona.

Book a session with a professional dominant.

Have a circle of friends where they primarily know you as your female persona.

Live as your female persona for 2 weeks.

Permanent [11]

Receive breast implants.

Receive butt implants.

Get a feminization themed tattoo.

Microblade your eyebrows.

Get lip brushing surgery.

Get a prince albert piercing.

Get tattooed eyeliner.

Get collage injections.

Take female hormones.

Have facial feminization surgery.

Have an orchiectomy.

Two people with the same score may have very different point breakdowns. That makes it very difficult to accurately describe what kind of sissy a person might be based on their point totals. But I did it anyway just for fun.

Scoring

0-30 : Beginner.

30-60 : Feeling Girly.

60-90 : Exploring Femininity.

90-120 : Crossdresser.

120-150 : Getting Kinky With it.

150-180 : Loud and Proud.

180-210 : Full-Blown Female Persona.

210-240 : Practically Female.

256 - Permanent Sissy

Bonus Achievements

Completionist : Complete all tasks in any category.

Lingerie Lover : Own all items in Panties, Bras, and Lingerie categories.

Fashionista : Own all items in Outfits and Shoes categories.

Female Training : Complete all tasks in Lifestyle and Training categories.

Sex Positive : Complete all tasks in Masturbation and Sex categories.

Experimentalist : Have at least one task completed in every single category.

Attention Whore : Complete all tasks in Cyber, Public, and Social categories.

[parisbellets]

Sure, summer fashion and showing more skin is great and all. But winter fashion is where it's at for me! You pair a nice dress with some hosiery and a sexy pair of thigh-high or knee-high boots, and you WILL be turning heads left and right!😊

[pendleton-manor]

Ok so I’m just going to get into it

Custis:

The eldest son.

Custis and Morgan wear almost identical outfits in the game, with Custis in black and Morgan in white. Notably, Custis wears a jacket (not quite long enough to be called a frock coat) over his blouse and waistcoat. It is a brocade fabric, very subtle but elaborate, with gold trim and excessively large, golden buttons at the waist. His (spotless!!) shoes are boots—white, to compliment Morgan—and they too have gold trim at the top. I would also like to point out the pocket watch chain, gold, running from his waistcoat pocket to what I’m assuming is a breast pocket. It’s a strange place for it; he wears it like an accessory.

Out of all three of the brother’s Custis is the best dressed. It’s not for any love of fashion; it’s a show. In part, he’s flaunting his social status and wearing his role as the eldest son on his sleeve; he’s refined, he’s respectable, he’s well out together. But it’s more than that, it’s a necessity. They’re broke at this point and people definitely know about it. The only way he can save face is to keep up artificial appearances and not give any of the other aristocratic jackals the satisfaction of seeing them struggle.

Morgan:

Morgan is wearing a very toned down version of Custis’s outfit. The lack of a jacket is incredibly significant to me, as it indicates he had one but chose not to wear it. The fabric is white, but not a perfect white. It’s more like an ivory. And the fabric isn’t brocade like Custis’s is. It’s not a cotton or anything; it’s pinstriped, just ever so faintly, and it’s clearly tailored to fit him properly. It’s still very, very expensive. His pocket watch hangs at his hip—more for utility than for show. He wears hosiery and slippers as opposed to boots.

Morgan’s outfit reflects two things—he’s much more laid back that Custis is and he’s the second son. There are no gold accents or trims, no expensive fabrics or dazzling accessories. The buckles on his slippers are the most eye catching part of his ensemble. He was probably the little boy who yanked at his cravat because it was uncomfortable and refused to wear the elaborate outfits his mother put him in. Morgan talks to a courtesan like she’s an old friend and Treavor says he might actually miss Morgan after he’s dead. This, coupled with his dressed-down look, indicates to me that he’s more down to Earth and easy going that Custis is.

Understandable, as he isn’t burdened with any sort of pressure like Custis is.

Additionally, and this isn’t important, I found it interesting that this model of Custis is wearing Morgan’s exact outfit just with a color swap.

Treavor:

Treavor is very interesting because his outfit is, fabrics and colors aside, identical to Custis’s. More so than Morgan’s is. Thigh length coat with a gold trimmed lapel and a high collar, a waist coat for visual diversity, a pocket watch that goes up to his breast pocket, boots instead of hosiery and slippers.

Instinctively, I think Treavor is trying to dress for the job he wants, not the job he has—which is to be the eldest (and only) Pendleton. He resents and fears Custis but he mimics him closely. The fabric Treavor chooses is interesting—it’s nothing special. The color alone is odd; not many other nobles wear such a drab gray/green/brown color. Not only does it wash him out and make him look sick, it is the color of peasants.

Even his boots, splattered with a bit of mud from Wrenhaven’s banks and the courtyard outside of the Houndpit’s, are a dark, dreary color. There’s a bit of accentuation there with the gold at the top. But none of Treavor’s flair rivals Custis’s.

The material of his outfit resembles Wallace’s jacket or Cecelia’s trousers. Part of this, I am convinced, is intentional. He’s the only nobility in the bunch and they’re all likely to distrust him. This is Treavor’s idea of “dressing down” the only way he knows how. It ends up making him look as uncoordinated on the outside as he is on the inside.

Always the bridesmaid, never the bride, eh Trevboy?

[livealittleoc-cb]

"If you thought the Peloponnesian War was bad just wait till you see what comes after."

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.: Ares [Aiden King]

⋆｡°✩ Greek God of War && the Spirit of Battle

⋆｡°✩ He is a model && is apart of a band

⋆｡°✩ He has 5 bunnies && 1 hamster:

Harlequin Rabbit Lop named Jade

Havana Rabbit named Shadow

Netherland Dwarf Rabbit named Angel

English Spot named Bean

Holland Lop Bunny named Brownie

Roborovski Hamster named Cheese

⋆｡°✩ In "human" form he's from Sydney, Australia, in Astria he's from Notriabia [Thrace, Greece]

⋆｡°✩ He/They | Bisexual, Monogamous | 24 [Human Years], is as old as War itself | 1/19 [Aquarius] | 6'0"

⋆｡°✩He is:

cold, mean, uninterested when first met

really soft, cuddlely && friendly when you get to know him

a hot head

easily irritated && angered

will punch a bitch if you mess with the people he cares about/his animals

God Information / Form Stuff

⋆｡°✩ he feeds off of war, battles, && fights to keep his strength

⋆｡°✩ regualr fights does so much && he has to feed off of actual big wars

⋆｡°✩ battle grounds are his homeland

⋆｡°✩ he tends to keep his energy up by going to the gym, his tired of years of war && has been weakened from lack of war within the realms

⋆｡°✩ when he feeds his eyes turn ruby red

⋆｡°✩ as a god he can smell && sense emotions well but the smell/sensation of anger is the strongest he can depict

⋆｡°✩ he has more strength then a normal human && stronger then other gods

⋆｡°✩ he can change his "human" apperance [height, eye color, hair color, etc.]

⋆｡°✩ each god has a human name they go by, his is Aiden

⋆｡°✩ in his god form he is a lot taller...even though he's already really tall-

⋆｡°✩ he can get up to around 7'0"

⋆｡°✩ in his god form he has fully red && black eyes, he carries a sword, his hair is straight && his nails are permanently painted red && black, he has one tattoo on the back of his thigh of poppies [his favorite flowers]

⋆｡°✩ in god form he wears war armour, his helmet && sandals, sometimes he'll be shirtless

⋆｡°✩ has deep noticeable scars on his shoulders, chest, back, legs && arms

⋆｡°✩ as a warrior he has high respect && humility towards royalty

⋆｡°✩ when not in astria or the human realm he resides in the olymipian realm [olympus]

⋆｡°✩ in his half && half form he is his normal 6'0", has his tattoos && piercings, his eyes are either their normal one red && one black or all red, straighter split dyed hair

Extras

⋆｡°✩ natural eye color: one blood red && one coal black

⋆｡°✩ both eyes might glow or turn redder when angered

⋆｡°✩ has a tattoo on his side [of a sword] && one of his hip [of poppies w/ the words 'peace after war']

⋆｡°✩ has an two eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow, a lip ring, earrings, a septum piercing && hip piercings

⋆｡°✩ likes: bunnies, hamsters, rodents, piercings, tattoos, singing, playing the guitar, smoking [cigarettes, vape, weed, literally everything-]

⋆｡°✩ dislikes: people who mess with his loved ones, unneeded violence, animal hate/abuse, abuse of power

⋆｡°✩ languages: english

⋆｡°✩ he has a thick australian accent && gets thicker when he gets angry or upset

NSFW

⋆｡°✩ hard dom, might be mad submissive if put in the proper headspace; some of his kinks are oral [receiving], pet play [be his bunny~], marking [giving && receiving], breeding [giving], size kink, squirting [giving], public, impact play [giving], praise [giving && receiving], degradation/humiliation [giving], hair pulling [giving && receiving], orgasam control [giving], auralism, shibari/ropeplay [giving], rimming [giving], primal, punishment [giving], nicknames [being called daddy or sir] [giving && receiving], hosiery ; open to having an fuck buddy [buddies] if his partners are okay with it

⋆｡°✩ hard nos: feet, watersports, wasteplay

⋆｡°✩ he tends to be more of a brat tamer

⋆｡°✩ if his partner wants him to sub he might be open to it if he is in the right headspace

⋆｡°✩ he's open to most kinks

⋆｡°✩ both his eyes turn a coal black when he is arroused

⋆｡°✩ safe word: dagger

⋆｡°✩ uses 🗡️ on dash

Relationship Statuses

⋆｡°✩ at home with his love preparing for a trip && extremely happy

⋆｡°✩ taken and happily dating @monsterhigh-cb Hyunjin [beautiful prince💍👑] [might take an extra partner if his partner is okay with it]

⋆｡°✩ friends:

⋆｡°✩ children:

Tags

⋆｡°✩ relationship tag(s): #💛❤️‍🔥hyunres [mummy prince ship tag], #🩹👑your majesty [mummy prince ship tag], #🍬🍭suagr lips [mummy prince ship tag]

⋆｡°✩ friend tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ music tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ inspo tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ other tag(s):

faceclaim: @/yungblud on instagram && tiktok

[tenderheartedbrat]

Where do you shop for cute lingerie? I really love those pink thigh highs you got 💕. Do you have any recommendations for any Etsy shops?

Sadly I dont have any Etsy shops to recommend. The primary brands I purchase from are Dita Von Teese, For Love & Lemons and Creepyyeha!

Any knitted/linen thigh highs are purchased from Amazon (mainly Moon Wood or Neovianca brand). All other traditional hosiery is From What Katie Did.

[antisisyphus]

im into almost all types of sexy hosiery, like, girdles, garter belts, sock garters, tights, etc are ALL! very . nice. to me. except thigh high/over the knee socks. they just dont do it for me.

[tex6689]

[killemwithkawaii]

I hope you've been doing well and taking it easy Mitch!

Just floating through to gush a little about Sal and share something.

I just find the idea of helping your sweetheart put on some pretty and lacey lingerie, thigh high socks included, so intimate and alluring.

I couldn't help but picture buying a nice little set (baby pink that goes nicely with his hair) for Sal, and helping him put it on with tenderness.

Sliding the sock all the way to his thigh, hands molding against it as I give him cute little praises at how cute he looks.

That would make me really happy.

Yes, I have the sexual urge of a victorian man. 🤦🏻‍♀️

- 🫀💌

>I TOTALLY get you, 🫀💌 anon. Nudity is great and all, but leaving a bit to the imagination just hits different. The whole point of lingerie is to lend a little something lacy (or sheer, or silky) to accentuate the body that wears it, and to tantalize the viewer before they are given the pleasure/ privilege of removing it and enjoying what’s hidden underneath. It’s so 🥴👌👌👌💘💦(Aaand now I’m thinking about it. My goodness, I do believe I’m gettin a case a the vapors…~🥵 ) 

>I just sdlfkdsjf LOVE the idea of Sal wearing lingerie, not only because his androgynous ass would look absolutely stunning in it (and out of it), but because I think wearing something pretty can really help the wearer feel pretty too, yaknow? SAL DESERVES TO FEEL PRETTY AND BE TOLD HOW PRETTY HE IS, DAMNIT!! 👏💋💖

>Sally wears dresses in-canon, but that doesn’t mean that he necessarily wears feminine undergarments to match. He may have never worn a bra, let alone something like a whole lingerie set- it would be a really sweet bonding experience to go shopping for his first set together, and then taking the time to teach him how to wear it, too! You can show him how to connect hooks and tie bows behind his back, how to adjust the straps so that everything fits just right, how to properly put on hosiery so that it doesn’t get runs in it, figure out how to tuck all that junk into a lacy pair of panties (perhaps unsuccessfully >w>)… 🩲💕

>You know that thing where you start with a kiss on someones hand and then you keep kissing up their arm to their shoulder and then eventually get to their lips? Imagine doing that, but the path of your lips is toe to hip (or groin) while helping Sal put on some thigh-highs 😘😘😘🧦

>Once you’ve helped him master it, you might be in for some surprises later (like coming home to find him lounging around wearing it ‘just because he felt like it’, or seeing him stretch while he’s wearing his typical sweatshirt and jeans ensemble, only to catch a glimpse of a garter belt under his shirt... 👀💓) 

>Side note: pantyhose and cotton lace are sensory bliss imo and that combined with the warmth of his skin and his soft body hair? Uh YES 1000/10 would rub my face on that aaalll daaaaay 😩👌💖💖💖✨

>If he doesn’t feel like putting on the whole getup, I’d also love to see him in some simple leggings, tights, or thigh-high socks when he wears skirts or dresses with casual everyday outfits… maybe not really knowing how you ‘’’’should’’’ move or sit in said garments and not realizing he’s showing a little more than intended... 👁👄👁💦

>While we’re on this topic, i MUST link Laundry Day and the AMAZING Laundry Day Part 2 by @apartment-403 because Sal wears a lot of lingerie (including y/ns) in it and the whole thing is just amazing in general [do mind the tags, it's NSFW and yandere af] 🥴💘💦💦💦👌

[cynthiaakat]

can you put some hosiery/stockings on your wishlist? I always wanted to get you some to model on 👀

Of course! What kind? Like panty hose or like thigh highs? ✨

[nylon-tentation]

After the war, nylon stockings made their return and DuPont struggled to meet the product's demand. In 1945, the end of the war, Macy's sold out of their entire stock of 50,000 pairs of nylons in just 6 hours !...