#you wanna guess the colour of my underwear

[relaxeddreams]

*Guess by Charli XCX playing in the background*

[d0lipr4n3]

rockstar lestat brat summer yas

[the-pessimists-paradigm]

[grimalkintoes]

[nymphaforesta]

guess! guess! guess!

[wreckedandpolemic]

groupie au girlie has these and he freaks the fuck out when he sees them

IM SCREAMINDHFBDFB no because you definitely got given them as a gag gift YEARSSS ago and now they’re like wash day underwear so it’s months before he ever sees them and he’s like What the fuck are you wearing and you’re literally mortified 😭 like i swear im not crazy it was a JOKE and i ran out of panties!!! obviously he’s more than happy to take them off you though <3

[hobies-princealbert]

"you wanna guess the colour of my underwear?"~✿

logan "wolverine" howlett x black!reader

there's something about a hairy man with a bad attitude that i can't resist

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"the fuck are you on about?"

"oh come on lo, just play along. i'd make me really happy if you did. com' on bubby."

dear god. logan couldn't even begin to understand why you choose NOW to play games with him.

you couldn't possibly be serious. especially now after the way you spent the entire day staring at him like a piece of meat. every glance, stare or shy little gestures, he caught. he knew you were worked up as hell.

it's not like he can't smell the arousal on you either. he's been drowning in that scent all damn day.

he smelt it peak, when he caught you staring at him during his workout. and he offered his arm, which you held onto the entire walk home.

and you were damn near suffocating him when you were sat on his lap watching some b-movie, like the rest of the couch wasn't an option. you thought you were slick with the squirms. and on top of it you had the nerve to give half ass, whispered apologies whenever he grunts cause your ass nudged his crotch.

soon logan decided it was time to put an end to your little charades. he's giving you what you want. he touched you just how you liked it; traced kisses along your jaw, hands firm on your ass, with little praises here and there. so now that he's propped up against the headboard and your straddling his waist, why the fuck do you want him to guess the underwear you got on?

"come on bubby, what do you think? is it that pretty and pink one? or that see-through one? or that thong that shows my little bunny tatt?"

"why the hell i gotta guess for bub? they'll be on the floor in a min or two." logan really didn't want to entertain this, but he knows how sulky you get when he doesn't humor you, so why not? what does he have to lose?

a lot. he had a lot to lose actually. his patience. his humor. and soon his boner, if you stopped grinding against his dick to add to the frustration, and your amusement.

why was this so hard to guess? sure, he's seen your underwear before, but he only thought of it as something to rid of. and the only ones he did remember, weren't the right damn answer. the purple one with little frills? the white lacey one? the orange one with that stupid cat doodle?

thank god you had some mercy on him and gave some hints here and there. "come on baby, i know you can do it. think tokyo." the flash of realization across logan's face had you squirming with delight.

"that black pair with the bow, huh? good choice bub. very fuckin' good choice"

[ratk1ngz]

you wanna guess the colour of my underwear?

[fernando-jpg]

"you wanna guess the colour of my underwear"

I be pulling up in these

[fictionalwh0ree]

hey could you do where the reader is a singer and is like 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂😈 on her shows like how olivia rodrigo is on her concerts.And reader keeps on teasing billie throughout the show which leads to uhh something!!!!… if yk what i mean😍

guess- billie eilish

summary: you are an award-selling pop artist. to surprise her fans, your girlfriend, billie, brings you out to perform your single, guess, that she featured on. however, what billie doesn't know is that the fans won't be the only ones getting surprised that night. word count: 1.7k warnings: smut; fingering and oral sex

billie’s tour had just kicked off, she was ecstatic to be back. her second show was in toronto, but billie was still feeling kind of guilty for having cancelled her show with no explanation to the fans in 2022. she decided she was going to make it up to her fans who had been patiently waiting for the past two years.

you and billie had been publicly dating for only two months, your relationship being announced via your hit single, guess, which you collabed on. since then, the fans had been going crazy over you guys. billie decided that it would be perfect for you to join her for her two toronto shows. of course you agreed, excited to accompany your girl on her tour and happy to surprise her wonderful fans.

when the night of the show finally came, the crowd was buzzing. from your little hiding spot under the stage you could hear them screaming for her. the floor was shaking and the crowd was not losing any energy, making you excited as well. you heard the familiar notes of you should see me in a crown ending, signifying that guess would be up next. you heard the screaming as billie ran past the fans at barricade and finally saw her head pop up from the little entrance. she greeted you with a big smile.

“you ready?” she said, as the cage above you got moved down.

“yep,” you smiled, buckling yourself into the harness that would soon be suspended over the stage.

billie placed a kiss on your lips before signalling to the stage crew that you were ready. someone handed her a mic and the platform began to lift. billie’s face showed that she was excited for the surprise, but what she didn’t know was that you had a surprise of your own, just for her. the box lifted into the air and the crowd erupted into cheers. you bit your own lip as you tried to hide your own excitement. as people noticed who was up there with her, the cheers got louder, almost deafening.

“alright guys,” billie said, her voice barely heard over the crowd, “i’ve brought a very special guest out for one song and one song only.”

the cheers continued and phones were held up high, recording the moment.

“say hi to y/n,” billie said, the crowd screaming in return, “now, are we ready? are we having a good time? yeah? good, you all know whats coming…”

her words dragged out as the first notes of your song played. the crowd went wild as you began to sing.

you wanna guess the colour of my underwear

you wanna know what i got going on down there

you sang, facing the crowd. as you sang the next lyrics, you put your hands in your pockets.

is it pretty in pink or all see through?

from your pockets, you pulled out two pairs of underwear, throwing them backwards so they’d hit billie. her jaw dropped in fake offence, a smile tugging at her lips as the pairs fell to the ground. she recognized them, both of them were real pairs of underwear that belonged to you, ones she’d pulled off you many times before.

is it showing off my brand new lower back tattoo?

you sang, passing your hand over the tattoo you had, revealed by the tiny top and low rise sweatpants you were wearing. you turned to billie, making eye contact as you continued to sing.

you wanna put 'em in your mouth, pull 'em all down south

you wanna turn this shit out, that's what I'm talkin' about

pu-pu-pu-put 'em in your mouth, pull 'em all down south

you wanna turn this shit out, that's what l'm talkin' about

you wore a teasing smirk, your eye contact unfaltering as you jumped around. they began to lower the two of you to the stage as you sang the chorus. once you unfastened the harness you jumped onto the stage, billie going in the opposite direction as you as you sang. finally, as billie’s part came up, she ran to join you.

eat it up for lunch, yeah its so delicious

you finished off, feeling a hand touch your waist. billie smirked back at you, the two of you definitely remembering the process of making the song.

don’t have to guess the colour of your underwear

already know what you got going on down there

its that lacy black pair with the little bows

the ones i picked out for you in tokyo

you had one final surprise for her. as she mentioned the black underwear, you pulled a pair out of your pocket, half grimacing while fighting a smile, tossing it towards her. the crowd went wild, but they didn’t know one thing. billie had seen you put that exact pair on under your sweats earlier. she picked up what you were putting down and you could almost see a light igniting in her as she thought of the idea of you not wearing underwear. she continued to sing, but you saw the change in her. before, the singing was almost performative, but now it was like she needed you, like if there wasn’t a crown of tens of thousands, she would’ve taken you right there and then.

i wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it

pull it to the side and get all up in it

kiss it, bite it, can I fit it?

she continued to sing, the two of you now facing each other. you ran backwards as she ran forwards, but the distance between the two of you was very little. the tension was palpable and it had left the crowd more energetic and loud than it had been all show. they jumped around, but their phones recorded every second of it.

y/n likes girls, yeah you know i hit it

billie sang, causing you to give her a fake shove, sending her away from you. as you two worked through the rest of the song together, you performed on opposite ends of the stage, jumping up and down with those there.

when the song ended, you met back in the middle. as the crowd roared, she moved the mic away from her mouth.

“no underwear then huh?” she said, her eyes not meeting yours as the two of you smiled at the crowd.

“nope, just waiting for you to finish up here,” you teased, finally looking at each other. you sent her a smile before walking off, waving at the crowd. you swayed your hips a little extra, which did not go unnoticed by your girlfriend, whose eyes followed you until you were out of sight.

“my wonderful girlfriend,” she said to the crowd, licking her lips.

the show continued flawlessly. you watched her from up in a v.i.p. box, but your mind was elsewhere. you loved watching billie perform, but you just couldn’t tear stop thinking about what would happen when you got back to the hotel room. meanwhile, billie was in the same boat. she loved performing and the crowd was so live it was impossible not to enjoy it, but one corner of her mind couldn’t wait to take you in the bedroom.

finally, the show wrapped up. security escorted you to the black suv and you waited patiently for your girlfriend. when the door opened, you immediately smiled. she hopped in, sweat dripping down her forehead from the performance.

“you did amazing billie!” you cheered as the car pulled out.

“thanks baby,” she beamed, “the crowd was amazing, wasn’t it?”

“they were unbelievable,” you agreed.

“oh, by the way” she began, searching through her pockets, “i believe these belong to you.”

she held up the three pairs of underwear that you’d thrown on stage, a smile playing at her lips.

“mm maybe,” you teased, “do they look familiar to you?”

“uh huh,” she said, playing along, “especially a specific pair that i saw earlier today, but on you.”

“got uncomfortable,” you shrugged, looking out the window.

“i don’t remember them being uncomfortable last week?” she questioned with a smirk.

“we’re here, ladies,” the driver says.

you both stepped out, thanking him before being escorted up to your room. in the elevator, it was dead quiet as the security accompanied you. you two stood apart, hands to yourselves. you tried to hold her waist, but she smacked it away. you looked at her face, only to see a familiar facial expression. she smirked at you evilly, fire in her eyes.

when the room door finally shut behind you, the two of you immediately began to make out, hands searching each others bodies.

“you can tease me and make me wait all night, but then can’t wait two minutes to the room from the elevator?” she said between kisses, resulting in a smile from you.

within minutes, your clothes had been tossed all over the room and you were laid down on the bed. as much as you wanted to give back to her after an exhausting day, you knew she’d been thinking about what was between your legs. her hands reached down to your pussy, fingers running over it slowly. she soon inserted two fingers, pumping them in and out as she used her thumb to rub your clit.

she moved down the bed, pulling your legs to bring them to the edge of the bed. her head quickly found its way between your legs. immediately, they clenched around her. her tongue focused on your clit, licking it, rubbing it, circling it, while her fingers continued to pump and curl in and out of you. you began to pant quickly, the familiar knot in your stomach forming. before long, you were on the verge of an orgasm. your moans became louder, signalling what you were feeling to billie. she smirked, and all it took to send you over the edge was for her to lightly bite your clit. you panted in satisfaction. billie looked at you and smiled, satisfied with her work.

by the time you were back from the washroom, billie was knocked out in bed. you smiled at the view. you picked up her phone to check the time, seeing a message from her manager.

“awesome fucking collab.”

[fairycosmos]

you wanna guess the colour of my underwear

[userparamore]

you wanna guess the colour of my underwear / you wanna know what i got going on down there

CHARLI XCX @ sweat tour, toronto | sep. 18th '24

[pisc3s-baby]

You wanna guess the colour of my underwear?

I'll give you a hint. I'm wearing nothing underneath.

[transbunnyboi]

Okokokokok I have to detail this because its still fresh in my brain and I don't wanna forget it so !!!! ALSO This is gonna be a long post sooo!!! So what happened was, we were talking about automatic pianos and he said had one and that he could show it to me because he had it in his apartment. So we go and THIS DUDE ACTUALLY HAS ONE I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A PLOY TO GET ME TO HIS PLACE BUT NO. So he shows it to me and we talk about that and other stuff for a while and he asks if I wanna stay over for a bit and watch something with him so I agree and we get on the couch and I'm a feral idiot and I asked "Oh so is this when you pretend to yawn so you can pull me in for a kiss?" and we. Ended up making out on his couch without even turning the TV on >//////<

He just tastes soooo so so so good aaaaa I'm blushing just thinking about him!!!! You guys already know how I am and how feral I've been recently so I actually was very uhmmmmm rough with him kinda slightly a little bit (I pushed him down and got on top of him while kissing him and he bit my lip and it bled anddhfgsgdfjhgf >/////< !!!!!) and he kept calling me a pretty boy and oughhhhhhh (btw he really likes the colour brown, everything in there was like being at a really old dude's place. OKAY. I will say this in the middle of describing sex. His place is kinda exactly how someone would expect a professor's house to be. Like. It's like looking up dark acidemia on Pinterest and selecting the first image to be your entire house 😭 he also has old Halloween decorations still up 😭 this dude) ANYWAYS So I, a WHORE, started begging him to fuck me and I ended up with my pants and underwear at my ankles and him on his knees without his shirt and he… wasn't very good at oral but that's alright because his tongue felt really really good inside of me and he kept saying I tasted good sdfhgjsdgjfhd, and when his jaw got tired he leaned his head against my thigh and started stretching my boycunt with his fingers and then after a bit of that he went back to sucking my tdick. And okay. Okay. This is the part I. omfg.

He pulled back again and looked up at me and there was blood all over his lips and I guess it turns out that he ?? accidentally cut me or scraped against me too hard or something with his nails (his fingers are so big) or something but I didn't feel it at all and so I got kinda embarrassed and I started apologising and this bitch goes "It's okay, I like the taste of blood." AND WENT BACK IN AND OH MY GODDD Eventually he stands up and I'm practically frothing at the mouth because I can see how hard he is in his pants and I'm praying that he'll fuck me because my boycunt is literally stretched and my thighs are spread open for him but he ends up sitting next to me and pulling me onto his lap (having me face away), and this bastard moved my hair slightly and started biting me and. I haven't mentioned the fact that I get VERY limp with love bites, my entire body gets really really weak because my neck is extremely sensitive and dhsgdjfhgdhfg

And he starts asking me random fucking questions and I can't even respond because of the fact that I can fucking hear him biting and sucking on my neck and I'm WHIMPERING and squirming so fucking much and he fucking laughs slightly and makes fun of me for not being able to talk and fucckhdfgjdhgsjhdgf After me begging for so fucking fucking long he finally fucking buried his fingers back into my boycunt and hsdfghgfhjdsgfh gOd it felt so good and he kept palming my poor tdick and I swear to god it made up for him not being great at giving head I swear it felt so fucking good. His fingers felt so so so good inside my wet boycunt and he kept asking me questions about stupid shit and I couldn't pay attention at all and it felt so so fucking good !!!!!!!

two of the things that stuck out to me were "Does it feel good, baby? You're soaking my hand so well right now." And (this one made me whine and buck my hips sooo so much oguhh), "You always talk so much. What happened, honey?" AND OUGHHH FUCK. I feel the need to emphasise that he's. Southern. That he has a heavy southern accent, and a low voice. When I say that he fucking growled that petname in my ear I mean it, he fucking growled it and went back to biting my neck oughhh fucccck.

My cunt felt so fucking good and he ended up making out with me again before making me cum. He literally made me feel so fucking good and ough my god.

I asked if he wanted me to reciprocate but he said he didn't need it and we kissed for a really long time afterward and talked. I'm still at his place right now. I feel. Weird??? Idk just pray that he has like. idk a really weird hobby or is an actual murderer or something because I???? Idk aaaaaaaaaaaaa

[luvnami]

i'm going to take sugawara koushi (post grad) back to my penthouse and freak it. inspired by this art. mdni 18+

you don’t say no when sugawara invites you to the club. it’s someone’s birthday, a friend of a friend that you can’t be bothered to remember the name of, because sugawara tastes like gin and ginger beer. your lips are numb from the nth shot you’ve downed.  

one arm is looped around your waist and the other holds an empty plastic cup. sugawara pulls back for a brief moment to admire you in your drunken haze. your shimmery eyeshadow captures the reflections of the club’s pulsing lights, lashes fluttering with each blink.

you cling to him. he loves it. 

“hey, kou-kun!” you half-shout over the music. “wanna ditch?”

the dj's playing some remix of a new song you don’t quite know the lyrics to just yet, but it’s the last thing on your mind. sugawara grins boyishly and his cheek dimples cutely. god, yes. 

you don’t even have to ask him twice. sugawara wants to drag you to his apartment with a plastic bag full of strong zero to get you through the night. he’s been undressing you with his eyes even before you stepped into the club, unzipping the skirt that’s too short and guessing the colour of your underwear (that is, if you’re even wearing any at all). 

you giggle and his head spins. sugawara thinks you’re way too fuckin’ cute.

“let’s go back to my place.”

he pulls you closer by the small of your back, kissing you dizzy one more time. 

[silverfoxphil]

you wanna guess the colour of my underwear you wanna know what I got going on down there is it pretty in pink or all see through? is it showing off my brand new lower back tattoo?