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toxicanonymity · 3 months

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being bad and looking good.

2.8k, raider!Joel (dark) x f!reader | Raider Master SUMMARY: You look hot but get punished for acting up. WARNINGS: I8+ dubcon unsafe P in V, possessive Joel, creampie, manhandling, angst, joel makes you cry, rough, spanking, choking. He's a bad guy, not a kink practitioner: no rules. He cares, and you enjoy the dique, but you're captive. A/N: HYPOTHETICAL because I didn't want to figure out where to place it in the timeline. Set vaguely in the past. This is for a lingerie ask as well as readers who have requested feral/mad Joel or sweet pea being bad. @javier-penas-wifexx420 @arcanefox207 IMMERSABILITY: Reader has hair that can be held/pulled. Joel can lift reader. Reader has no height/size, so fill in the blanks for whether he has to bend his knees to enter you, etc.

Joel lets it slip how close the abandoned mall is, and you can't stop thinking about going there. You want to get something for him. He always brings you things and you never have anything to give him other than food you've foraged and flowers for the trailer. One day, you insist it would be fine with Joel if you go to the mall. You make it sound like you've discussed it. Carter is skeptical, but he feels bad for you. He finally breaks down and agrees to take you.

When you're there, you're walking through the mall and notice Carter's head turn all the way toward a particular storefront as you walk by. You wouldn't have noticed it otherwise. He keeps the same stride, but you slow down to look.

It's a lingerie store. Most of the mannequins are bare or have clothes hanging off them, but there are huge, fading posters with women of all shapes and sizes sporting lace teddies, babydolls, bralettes, strappy garters, and the floor is littered with them.

Carter sighs when he realizes you've stopped at the store.

As he slowly walks back to you, scratching the back of his neck, you ask, “Do you think Joel would like it if I had something from here?” The question feels almost rhetorical, but there's that bit of insecurity, too.

“Uh, I dunno. Sure, I guess.” Carter doesn't seem comfortable. He agrees to let you go in for just a minute to see if you find something, but you have to stay in view. And you think you do. It's a two piece with a sheer, strappy top. The bottom is more modest than a thong, but it has a slit in the crotch that makes you clench your thighs together thinking about Joel.

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When you get home, you put it on in the bathroom so you can look at yourself in the mirror. You think it looks good, but it's not a full-length view. And you're not quite sure if it's fitting right. How much tit is supposed to be showing? How tight should it be? You put the flannel back on, but leave it open when you come out. You feel a little more covered than you are, since the nature of the fabric shows a lot.

Carter's sitting at the kitchen table casually shuffling a deck of cards. He looks at you for only a split second before his face hardens, and he abruptly looks away. “Jesus,” he drops the cards on the table, and the chair groans against the floor as he stands up. “The hell are ya doin’?” he awkwardly turns around, pulling up on his pants a little.

“I just wanna know if it looks-”

“--'m sure it looks great,” Carter runs his hands through his hair in distress as he looks out the window. Then, he tightly crosses his arms, and they stretch his sleeves even more. “Now get outta here,” he tells you. He rocks forward onto his toes, then back, waiting for you to leave.

Is he mad? You step further into the kitchen and try to meet his eyes in the reflection.

His voice is stern. “Go put some goddamn clothes on.”

“Sorry, I wasn't–”

“Now.” He means it. You stand there stunned for a moment with your lip quivering. He's never been angry at you before.

“NOW.” He points toward Joel's room, veins bulging on his hand and arm. He doesn't turn around to look at you, but you see the flush from his cheeks creeping onto his neck and ears.

You go to your room and sniffle as you button the flannel. Then you put on a pair of shorts, curl up on the bed, and cry.

–

After a few minutes, there's a soft knock on the bedroom door. “Ya’okay?”

You only sniffle, “I'm sorry,” in response.

Carter sighs. “I shouldn'ta snapped at ya, darlin’. But ya just – can't do that, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Shit, you're a pretty girl, okay? But it ain't my business how ya look. . .in somethin’ like that.”

“. . .I know, I wasn't thinking.”

“Now, if you're dressed and wanna play rummy, I’ll deal. . .”

You smile to yourself through your tears.

—--

You dry your eyes and come out to the kitchen, but something in the air is different as you pull out a chair and sit down.

“Carter, please forget it,” you plead and try to get him to look at you. It feels like you broke something.

He finally makes eye contact and forces a little smile. Then he concentrates on the cards as he deals. “Two, two, three, three,” he counts the cards out loud for each of you as he deals. He finishes, and while you're studying the hand you’re dealt, it's quiet. In the corner of your eye, Carter's gaze falls to your now fully-covered chest, but he quickly pulls his eyes away and looks straight down, fidgeting with his cards. You feel awful. What if he can’t look at you the same? It was stupid to try to show him. Of course it would look good to Joel, he likes everything on (and off) you.

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When Joel gets home, you're in the bedroom alone, sitting on the bed in the lingerie and flannel. As he enters through the kitchen, his boots are heavy on the linoleum. Your heart races with a moment of doubt - how are you going to explain this? But he bursts in the room grumbling, “goddamn Harold, tryin’ to get us all killed.” He takes his shirt off over his back, tosses it to the laundry, and looks at you. He pauses and devours the view for a few seconds before he slowly approaches, chest heaving.

He looms over you as you sit on the bed. He uses both hands to nudge the flannel off your shoulders, and it pools behind you. You take your arms out of it. He grabs a tit and rests his other hand on the nape of your neck, thumb brushing the curve of your skull. His chest lets out a low growl as he feels you. Then his fingers trail up the strap on one shoulder. He plucks it and it snaps against your skin.

Joel’s face darkens as he asks, “Where’d it come from?” When you don’t answer fast enough, his hand traces up your throat. A chill spreads across your chest. His thumb brushes the side of your neck, then slides over to lift your chin and make you look at him. “Where.”

“I wanted to do something you’d like.”

“Where,” he repeats, then clenches his jaw, waiting.

“You said the mall wasn’t far, so–”

He raises his voice. “You went to the mall? Where was Carter?”

“It’s okay, he was there, even found a part for the van in the parking lot.”

Joel’s nostrils flare, and he grips your jaw. “Carter took you to the mall.”

Your eyes water with panic. “No, it wasn’t his idea--”

“To buy somethin’ like this.”

“I wanted to get you something. I didn’t know they had this stuff —”

“He's got no business takin’ ya anywhere. And sure as hell not somewhere sexy.”

You're worried for Carter and grateful he’s not around. “I swore the mall was okay, that you wouldn’t mind. I didn’t know there was somewhere sexy,” your voice trails off.

Joel shakes his head, nostrils flaring. “You don't say what's okay. You don't KNOW what's okay. Get up.”

He forces you to your feet then turns you around.

“I thought you'd like it,” you sniffle. “You always do things for me.”

“He grabs your ass, lifting your butt cheek and lets it drop. He clicks his tongue. “well, I sure don't like how ya got it.”

“I'm sorry”

“Think ya need a reminder who's in charge here.”

“I know,” you sniffle in agreement, sensing what's coming. He sits down on the bed and manhandles you into lying face down over his knees. You feel a twinge of arousal even before he shifts your position and your hip brushes the hard shape in his jeans.

You hold your breath as he brings his hand back, then it lands with a sting and you yelp at the force. You bury your mouth in your arm as he brings his hand back again. He repeats it on the other cheek and you let out a muffled whimper that sounds more aroused than you should be.

“Like bein’ bad?” He asks, then spanks you again.

“No.”

His hand lands with a sting one more time and stays on your skin to grab the plush of your burning skin. “Ya like this?”

“. . .I dunno,” you whimper, unsure of the right answer.

He feels between your legs, his thick finger finding a damp slit in the cotton crotch of the lacy underwear. He slips a finger inside the garment, giving you a shock of need when his knuckle nudges your dripping hole. “Ya do, don't ya? Get up.” He grabs your arm and stands up, forcing you to your feet. He holds your hair and stares you down sternly. “This ain't for fun, baby, it's your safety” He lets go of your hair and looms closer. “Understand?”

You nod and reflexively back up. Something tells you it's not just about your safety.

“AND Carter's. You tryin' to make me hurt’m?” He asks. Joel gets closer and you keep backing up toward the wall.

“No,” you sob. “Please don't. He’s good, so good, he wouldn't even look at me. He respects you so much”

A new rage flashes across Joel's face and he lowers his voice. “He wouldn't . . .even . . .look at ya,” he mutters too calmly for your comfort. He takes a deep breath, looks you up and down again, puts his hand on your chest, fingers spread wide, and walks you harshly into the wall. His bare chest heaves. ”But ya gave him the chance, didn't ya,” Joel nods. You've dug your hole so much deeper.

“I was only thinking about–” Joel’s hand comes to your neck as you croak out, “--you.” You don't know what you were thinking. Joel doesn't either. He slowly shakes his head, nostrils flaring.

He pins you with his hips, and his hard cock digs into your front, making you gush.

“Forget who ya belong to?”

“No,” you whimper. “I’m yours.”

He pulls his hips back and quickly unfastens his pants. You bite your lip to keep from moaning at the sight of his cock. It nudges under the bottom hem of the lingerie top to reach your body. You feel his skin hit your lower belly, and it makes you weak with desire. “Only wanna be yours.”

He kicks your feet apart to spread your legs, and he brings his lips to your hair. “Then ya do what I say. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” you whisper, then he shoves his hand between your legs, using two fingers to spread the slit in the fabric of the crotch.

“‘s’for your own good,” he adds.

He nudges the slit with his cockhead. The fabric doesn’t open wide enough, so he rips the slit more, then you feel his tip at your wet little hole. He holds his cock in line, then grabs your ass and shoves up into you all at once, bottoming out. The force makes your back and shoulders drag up the wall. With your feet now off the ground, your knees bend, cradling his hips. He holds you by your ass, adjusts your weight, and your back is against the wall. You balance your arms around his neck. His thick cock retreats then punches into you again.

He's so thick, each time he pushes in, it feels like he’s taking up your whole body. He’s not looking at you; he’s looking past you. The grip of his fingers hurts enough to feel good, to feel his desperation, how much he has to have you–for him and only him.

He grunts and growls and breathes heavily, stomach heaving against you. “You're mine, sweet pea.”

“I am,” you agree.

“No one else can have ya.” His words get broken with the force of his thrusts. “No one else can see ya.”

“I know.”

You moan as he buries his length in you roughly, and he mutters “goddamn,” tightening his grip on your ass. You’re overwhelmed by the fullness of his cock, his skin against yours, his breath in your hair, his body pinning you there. All of it makes your insides swell with mounting pleasure.

“I love being yours,” you pant.

He fucks you in relative silence for about two minutes, the room filled only with the sounds of his brutish grunts and unbridled sighs, your little moans and whimpers, and the squelch of his stiff cock pumping in and out of your dripping cunt.

He adjusts your weight and looks down at your body from time to time, letting your upper back rest against the wall as he rails into you. You’re reassured that he likes the fit, at least. Your legs wrap loosely around him.

The pressure in your lower belly builds with each grunt, each thrust of his cock. Soon, his breath becomes shaky and the drag of his cock quickens. Then he bottoms out sharply with a groan, drawing a sigh from you as he begins to pulse. He thrusts into you slower, more controlled, and you rock slowly against the wall. The rhythmic swell of his shaft within your walls and the warm seed spilling from his tip make you clench around him. You moan his name, tighten your legs, and he sighs as your cunt chokes his cock.

When his balls are empty, he slides out, and the fabric pulls with his cock as he withdraws and lets you down to the floor.

—-

Joel sighs, crams his wet cock into his pants, and fastens them again.

“You okay?” He asks, catching his breath.

“Yeah,” you mutter. “Where are you going?”

“Gonna pay Carter a visit, down at the house.”

“Please, Joel, it was all my fault,” you beg. “Don’t do it.”

“Ain’t gonna kill’m. This time.” You still don’t like the look on his face.

You follow him across the room, reach for his arm, and your fingers land lightly on his inner elbow. He pauses, still without his shirt on, and looks down at your hand on his elbow. He turns around, reads your face, then goes over to the bed without a word. He sits and manspreads. “I was desperate to make you happy,” you plead, fidgeting with the hem of your top.

Joel scrunches his face. “Ya do make me happy, sweet pea.”

“He didn't even wanna take me,” you insist.

“Then he’s gotta learn to say no.”

You hesitantly come closer, unsure if he’ll turn you away, but he lets you between his legs, then you sit on his thigh and keep fidgeting with the hem of your top.

“He says no all the time,” you assure Joel.

“Does he,” Joel mutters skeptically.

“I made it like he would've been saying no to you.”

Joel shakes his head, looking at your mouth. “That ain't right, but he knows better, baby.”

“He yelled at me,” you offer, hoping it doesn't make things worse.

Joel's brow furrows and his tone sharpens. “Ya gotta stop lyin’, now. It's pissin’ me off.”

“I'm not! He was mad.”

“Oh yeah? What'd he yell?”

“Told me to go away and put on some clothes.”

Joel’s chin lifts to look at the ceiling and he takes a deep breath, then looks at you. “What the hell got into ya, huh?”

“I dunno,” you mumble. “Feel like I'm going crazy, stuck here all day.” Joel looks at you. “But you take good care of me,” you clarify, “and I love it here.”

But that’s not what Joel’s thinking about.

“Wanna fuck him? Suck his dick?”

“No!” You're on the verge of tears again. “God, Joel, please don't talk like that.” Your face is scrunched up in pain.

“Then don't act like it.”

“I was–okay, I get it.”

Joel is quiet for a few seconds, then asks, “What if I told ya to suck his dick?”

“No!”

“You'd say no to me?”

“I’d ask if I really have to.”

Joel's face slowly softens, like you found the only acceptable answer. “And why’s that?”

“Cause I only want yours.”

“Hm,” Joel nods.

“Please, Joel. Stay here, don't go to him. . .you can talk to him tomorrow.”

You put your arms around Joel's neck and study his pensive face. Then you bury your head in his neck and whisper “Sorry.” His hand slowly comes to your back. You dip your head and lightly brush your lips against his collar bone, then return your face under his jaw, and he nestles his head over yours. Your wet lashes blink against his skin, and his hand slowly slides on your back. Somehow, it feels like more comfort than you deserve.

“Ok, baby,” he whispers and wraps both arms around you.

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if you wanna know whether Carter sees sweet pea that way, check out he's only human.

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Their present-day story will continue, but I don't have an ETA, sorry. Unless the next one gets split up, it'll have fluff, two moods of smut, angst.

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userlando · 10 months

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can we get max Emilian brain rot? Teasing him with a little show, getting him worked up with lingerie, not letting him touch you uGH

trying to combat my weird writers block aaaahh I hope you enjoy this 🤍

pleasant surprise (1.2k) max verstappen/fem!reader nsfw blurb

You can hear him in the kitchen, pouring himself a sugary drink and humming loudly to a song he’s had stuck in his head for the majority of the day. It makes you smile as you stand in the bathroom, staring yourself down with critical eyes because you want it to be perfect. A good surprise. Something Max will look back on when he’s gone for the week and has no one else but his hand and his vivid imagination.

It’s black, thin and strappy. The lace is so intricate and pretty that you can’t help but run an appreciative hand over the material, admiring the way the cups are holding your tits and enhancing them perfectly. It was hard to find good lingerie that did wonders for your body nowadays, and you usually went for the boring old cotton because comfort was always your first priority in that regard. But you’d gone shopping with Kika in Spain a few weeks ago and had come across this gorgeous set in the display window. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, ignoring your friend’s teasing smile when you purchased the lingerie.

“Babe?” Max’s voice drifted down the hall, footsteps getting closer and you quickly turned around with wide eyes.

“In here,” you strategically placed yourself behind the door so he wouldn’t spot you as he walked by. “I’ll be right out.”

Your boyfriend made a sound of acknowledgement and you figured his attention had been pulled by his phone, because he didn’t say or do anything else as he continued walking toward the bedroom. You took one last glance at yourself, wiping at your glossy mouth until the feeling of the sticky substance irked you; Prompting you to switch the light off in the bathroom before you started going at your face with a wet wipe.

You’d spent too long on your makeup. Granted, Max was going to probably ruin it in five minutes but you wanted to look pretty for at least a few minutes.

The man in question was standing with his back to the door when you entered, completely oblivious to your presence as he tapped away at his phone. His head twitched to the side when he heard you clear your throat gently, but he still didn’t pull his eyes away from his phone screen.

“Daniel just sent me this funny— Whoa.” He’d managed to turn around in his little ramble, light eyes going unnaturally wide as he caught sight of you standing in front of him. He swept his gaze from your toes to the top of your head, mouth opening and closing like he wasn’t sure what words to utter.

His reaction alone made you preen a little, biting down on your lower lip to keep your smile at bay as you took a step closer to him. Max’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, eyes lingering on your midriff before you locked eyes.

“You look—“ he trailed off, clearly at a loss for words.

But what his mouth didn’t say, his body clearly made up for. His reaction spoke a thousand words and managed to boost your confidence as you turned around slowly, showing off your pert bottom hugged by the lacy thong. Max made a small noise in his throat, setting his phone down without tearing his eyes away from you before he quickly closed the distance between the two of you.

What he wasn’t expecting was for you to take two steps back, tutting loudly enough for him to halt his pace and frown at you in deep confusion. He looked dumbfounded, having been so prepared to put his hands on you and watching you melt like putty.

But your stance was different, rigid back and eyebrows raised on your forehead in a teasing display that made Max’s palms itch with the urgent need to touch you.

“You can’t do that.” He said quietly, confused by your lips breaking out into a wide smile.

He looked a little lost as he reached out his hand to place on your waist, making a sound of protest when you spun out of his reach. His hands balled into fists as he fought the natural urge to grab and pin you against the nearest surface just to hear your squealing laughter.

But he liked this game. Whatever you were doing was making his joggers feel very tight all of a sudden.

“I can and I will.” You said, voice going up in a teasing tone as you took a cautious step forward with narrowed eyes, like you were expecting him to jump forward and grab you. You looked pleased when he stayed put, reaching your arm out to touch his right pectoral with the pads of your fingers.

Max glanced at your fingers, the way they were mapping out the muscles of his skin and he inhaled quietly when you swiped over his nipple over his t-shirt, eyebrows pulling together. It was only when you put pressure in your fingers that he took a few steps back, letting you walk him back until his knees hit the bed frame. He sat down gingerly, reaching for your waist but stopping immediately when you made a noise of disapproval.

“You’re just being cruel.” He said, annoyance pinching his face as he looked up at you and it made you grin because you knew how tortured he must’ve felt.

“I’m being tactical.” You said, gently straddling him and placing both of your hands on his shoulders. “I know that you’re gonna rip these as soon as you get the chance and I paid too much for them.”

Max sucked in his lips to hold his smile back, nostrils glaring with laughter and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“I can always buy you new—“

“No.” You cut him off with a shake of your head, laughing. “Just… enjoy it.” You reached for his hands and guided them back, placing his palms against your ass.

It was hard to contain the gasp when he immediately squeezed, like he was trying to grab as much flesh in his hands as he could. You grind forward with a muted moan and it makes Max swear in your ear as you finally sit crotch to crotch.

You lean forward to capture his mouth in a kiss, smiling at the way he eagerly responds and circling your arms around his shoulders to bring him into you.

“Fuck, you smell good.” He murmured when you separated, eyelids fluttering shut when you kiss down his jawline to his ear, burying his nose in the softness of your hair.

You suck small hickeys into the skin of his throat, paying extra attention to his Adam’s Apple because you know that it makes his eyes roll. Your hands grab into him a squeak leaves your lips when he suddenly drops back on the bed, taking you with him and the expression on your face makes him laugh.

“I’m staying on top.” You said, arching a brow like he’d ever say no to that and he grins like you know he would, pulling a hand back to spank your ass cheek. “Max!”

“Get to it then.” He says it jokingly, but there’s a fire in his eyes that makes you comply happily.

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this was kinda rushed 🫢 but I just wanted to do this quickly so I could go back to writing my fic. I’m in such a slump rn that I’m trying to get out of but I hope this was somewhat enjoyable. thank youuu for your lovely request 🤍

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meryldian · 10 months

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Hiiii! Hope you’re having an amaozng day! I was wondering if you could make SFWand NSFW headcanons for 2023 Bill? (Also I see him as a switch but more on the dominant side so if you could incorporate him being a switch in them that would be awesome!) (also for the SFW can you do some casual dominance hc’s aswell?) it’s absolutely fine if you don’t want to do this request just have a lovely day and keep on being an amazing person! 🫶

⭑ ࣪˖2023! Bill Kaulitz NSFW Headcanons pt.1 ˖ ࣪⭑

Ah! I love this request sm!! I already wrote a bunch of SFW 2023 Bill Hcs here so I focused on NSFW, but if it doesn’t satisfy you feel free to request again !!

࣪⭑Now, I wasn’t sure on how spicy to make this so the part 2 might be more graphic, it’ll depend on feedback :’))

- Meryl

2023 Bill. 2023 BILL. 2023 BILL KAULITZ.

What a man. Really.

A couple years back he always said that he considered himself to be pretty vanilla, but I believe that with time he discovered more about himself and what he enjoys in bed. Especially now that he’s found the right partner;)

Thank you Kaulitz Hills, for a bunch of the facts I gathered up for this.

Let’s start with the less sinful, Bill is and has always been a romantic.

On days that he’s craving you he will go out of his way to prepare the ambiance. Lights up candles, puts on a dim and warm light in your bedroom, takes out your finest black silk sheets and puts on his best attire to welcome you when you come home.

On some days that he’s hornier than others and you’re away he will definitely send you some nudes with the brattiest texts.

He has a thing for undressing you, which may sound odd but the act of carefully tearing off every piece of clothing off your body is so arousing and artistic to him.

Bill takes the time to caress and kiss every inch of your body. No matter how many times you do it he simply can’t get enough of you.

Listen it’s 2023 Bill. You can not tell me that this man doesn’t have an entire drawer dedicated to his fine lingerie collection. Lace, silk, satin, leather. He’s got it all.

CORSETS?!?! I’m foaming at the mouth don’t mind me.

He would look so good with high stockings. (The thought of Bill in lingerie does things to me) (Looking at you, Zoo magazine photoshoot)

Bill also makes sure to purchase matching sets for you :)

He might love being the dominant one but he secretly has such a big fefish for you in dominatrix wear. Nothing too exaggerated but you know, latex/leather corset or bodysuit, tall boots, dark makeup, a whip- Anyway back to lingerie sets.

Even if they don’t match his own. He simply enjoys spoiling you and what’s better than something he can dress you up all prettily in to then rip it off your body.

“I bought this and I can buy you another” as he literally rips off your strappy bodysuit.

He’s obsessed with your chest. No matter the size or shape, he loves it so much and spends so much time on it. Licking every inch of skin, kissing your cute nipples before twirling his tongue around them. Will occasionally nib at them if you’re not behaving.

Bonus points if you have nipple piercings. As long as you take care of their hygiene of course!

Give him the same treatment on his nips when you take control while we’re at this.

Bill confessed that his most erogenous zone is his ears so, if you want him to become putty in your hands nib at his earlobes, lick behind his ear and massage them with your hands. ESPECIALLY while you ride him.

Toys, Toys, Toys.

On you, On him

A drawer on his bedside table is dedicated purely to his toy collection. He’s got it all from bullet vibrators, to lovely wands he loves to use on you while he pounds into you, to dildos of every shape and size. Glass toys because he’s fancy. Handcuffs, silk restraints, blindfolds. You get the drill.

And of course, a strap for you.

He is that bf that will drag you to the sex shop with him so you can choose a new (and weird) toy to try out together.

Don’t forget lube because even the messiest of messes needs some oil eventually.

Bill did say that he doesn’t like dirty talk when it’s forced (Loveline radio interview) so he won’t push it. Expect it to be very natural when you’re at it with him. It doesn’t make it any less exciting.

“Good girl/boy, taking me so well. So deep” whimpered in your ear as he thrusts into you.

“My pretty angel, you look so pretty when I fuck you” As he holds your pretty face in place with his slender hands.

SO MUCH PRAISE!

Also, it’s Bill we’re talking about, you never expect what’s about to leave his mouth. Sometimes it can turn into a laughing fit real fast or simply leave you wondering for a minute.

He’s also so communicative! He wants to know what makes you feel good and how you’re feeling at all times.

He does the thing of holding your chin with his hand and rubbing your lips with his thumb. Makes you suck on his fingers sometimes.

Speaking of fingers. His fingering game is so good.

Knows every spot that makes you shiver under his touch. He loves to ravage your spongy walls with his digits.

Sometimes does it because he’s bored. Watching Titanic for the 24th time this year and you want to sleep? Dw, Bill’s got you covered.

Literally covered, he will overstimulate you til you’re dripping.

Unfortunately I can’t see him being into large messes though. Won’t hate it if you’re a squirter or big creamer, but he tries to keep things “under control” lmao. (But it’s sex so no, it’s never under control)

He takes your leg and kisses painfully slowly from your ankle to your inner thighs and continues onto your navel.

Not without teasing you over your underwear.

If you have tattoos he will take his time to trace them over with his fingertips or his nails, even lick over some of them just to see how it gives you goosebumps.

Bill wants to get you as riled up as he possibly can. He loves to see you loose control on him.

Which leaves you an open end to take it out on him.

Remember when I mentioned a strap? If you don’t have a dick of your own, peg this man ffs. GO TO TOWN. He loves it.

It was probably a spontaneous discovery too.

It’s no secret that Bill is into both sexes, he was curious around the idea of pegging but didn’t bring it up til he was very drunk and sharing about his sex life, as he does.

He becomes such a whiny mess, this man WHIMPERS.

PULL HIS HAIR! He does it with yours so, payback.

Really though. When you take control it’s also a way to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Oh my when you ride him?? He loves it so much.

Especially because cowgirl is such a versatile position and has so many sub-versions. AND, it works for any power dynamic. If he’s dominating, he will control your pace by your hips. Gripping on them hard. Boping you up and down, rolling them. He will leave handprints.

But when you’re the one in control, you really go to town on him. Hands on his beautifully tattooed chest for balance, riding him painfully slowly and staring into his hungry gaze.

It’s a crime that I haven’t talked about oral yet. But this post is getting WAAAYYY too long so, I will shamelessly cut it here and start working on a part 2 right away <3

If there’s something to know is that I value quality over quantity, so believe me when I say I work on sequels to my works. I really put time to think of them to make them as detailed as possible ₊˚⊹♡

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #kaulitz twins #bill kaulitz imagines #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel scenarios #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz smut #tokio hotel alien #tokio hotel imagine #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz #georg listing #bill kaulitz fanfic

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hardstraykidshours · 2 years

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skz and their reaction to you in lingerie

pairing: ot8 stray kids x fem/afab!reader

genre: smut, headcanon, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 929

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, collars, lingerie, degradation, praising, role play, semi public sex, licking/sucking, fem reader, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

chan

what you’re wearing for him: always a matching set, but the color and the style change every time. it could be lacy, see through, or strappy depending on what you’re feeling at that time, but no matter what, it’s always a cute bra and matching pantie.

without fail, chan is over the moon every time he sees you in lingerie. he cannot figure out how he ended up with someone so fucking gorgeous. the praise goes absolutely through the roof, he will not shut up about how you look like a literal goddess. he’s already a pleasure dom baseline, but it’s exponentially increased when you dress up for him. like you’re going to be cumming a minimum of five times.

minho

what you’re wearing for him: everything is very strappy, like there are straps, buckles, and rings literally everywhere. basically nothing is being covered. it’s also all exclusively black.

with minho, him seeing you wear lingerie goes a few different ways. sometimes he’s the one who actually bought you it to wear, because he wanted to see you dressed like his little slut. if you get something to surprise him, it’s always going to be a good night for you. something about you going out of your way to please him really strokes his ego. you’re going to hear lots of phrases along the lines of “you got all dressed up for me?” and “you wanted to look pretty for me?” and you’re definitely being heavily rewarded.

changbin

what you’re wearing for him: lot of bodysuits, specifically the ones with the buttons, so he can just snap them open and go for it. bonus points if there are garters attached with stockings, because they really accentuate your luscious thighs that he loves so much.

he literally short circuits when he sees you in lingerie. brain off, dick on. because you know how much it turns him on to see you in lingerie, you like to save it for specific situations. like you’ll surprise him with it when you’re super horny and just want to get your lights fucked out. alternatively if you know he’s super stressed but won’t stop thinking about whatever it is, you will put on a nice lacy bodysuit, because you know it will clear his mind of all thoughts.

hyunjin

what you’re wearing for him: you’re always picking something lacy, but very revealing. like all of it is extremely see through lace, leaving absolutely nothing up to the imagination. typically in red, black, or dark green.

obssessed. he loses his fucking mind when he sees you in lingerie. he is going to completely worship every inch of your body to show you how good you look. he will be sucking and biting on any part of you not covered by the lingerie, making sure to leave his marks all over your skin. anything covered by bits of lace he is going to lick and kiss reverently, completely transfixed by how stunning it is on you. he is also making sure you don’t take it off during sex; it’s staying on when he’s fucking you.

jisung

what you’re wearing for him: roleplay lingerie - cue slutty maid, slutty police officer, slutty anime character, etc. basically if it can be a character in any scenario but made slutty, you own it.

you don’t really spontaneously surprise him with lingerie, as all of it has to do with a roleplay scenario. it’s always planned ahead depending on what you two decided to do that evening. he's still going absolutely feral when he sees you in it, and you are always getting the best sex.

felix

what you’re wearing for him: it’s all going to be very lacy, but also tasteful. lots of pastel colors and usually in a babydoll style

you decide one day to wear it as a surprise and when he sees you, he gets super flustered. after he recovers from how incredible you look, he literally will not stop talking about how beautiful you are for the rest of the evening.

seungmin

what you’re wearing for him: everything is going to be a sheer mesh or embroidered, nothing lace. it’s also all very see through, like it’s covering everything while also simultaneously covering absolutely nothing. usually floral and dainty with lots of purples, pinks, and blues. the pattern/fabric is always the same, but the actual style of lingerie varies.

you love to put on lingerie and then go about your day as a way to get him going. like you will be in a completely sheer bodysuit just cleaning the house or cooking. and anytime you go out anywhere, like to drinks with friends or even just grocery shopping, you will tell him what lingerie you are wearing under your clothes just to taunt him. at least half the time you end up fucking somewhere wayyy too public as a result of your endeavors.

jeongin

what you’re wearing for him: you start out with just basic matching sets. over time, things evolve and you experiment with different styles. however, in the end his favorite ends up just being you naked in a collar.

in the beginning, he asked you to wear it because he wanted to see you in lingerie. after you realize how hot he thinks you look in it you start surprising him with it more often. you progress and try all sorts of different things until one of the times you go to a sex shop together he mentions a collar. after that, you never go back to regular lingerie.

#stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #bang chan smut #lee know smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut #stray kids #ot8 #stray kids headcanons #headcanons #minors shoo #mine #hard stray kids hours #q: painting with hyunjin

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kissitbttr · 5 months

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I am in DIRE need of Miguel thirst so I gotta know, do you think he has a favorite outfit on his wife? Favorite color? Set of undies?

YES! OF COURSE!!

that man is a big ass SIMP for his wife let me tell you something

obviously he thinks that his girl could pull off anything, that’s why he’s never been too afraid about showing her off,

although i would say that he is indeed a very simple man. something like soft lounge long slip dress from skims, (asked her to get the red one because it’s his favorite color on her), long skirts that hugs her body very well or flared yoga pants (she wears this when she goes to the gym with him) could guarantee a hard on. those are the outfits that she always wear back to back when they go out on a date or dropping lunch at his work. miguel thinks it’s casual and simple but definitely sexy (also because he can see the shape of her ass, since he’s definitely an ass man FIGHT ME ON THIS) his hands would NOT leave her booty if he sees her dressed like that (would eventually need to fuck her brains out, he doesn’t care if they’re not at home, he’ll find a way)

and when she goes to work, she always has this signature look that he never gets tired of seeing. long sleeve shirt (ones she’d steal from his wardrobe hehe oops) with yet another flared jeans!! the whole look is his favorite. especially if she decorates her ears with pretty earrings (hoops for the main attraction)

as for shoes? strappy. heels. MAAANNN, he bought her ten of those just so he could see her wear them every single day. not like she’s complaining either, she loves it when her man shares the same vision as hers when it comes to outfits!

now when it comes to the bedroooom, he just prefers her in nothing obviously LOL but one time she dressed herself in red and blue lace lingerie set that matches his costume with white knee high fishnets for a birthday surprise when he came home from work. his jaw was dropped for good five seconds. almost came right there when she said ‘happy birthday mr. o’hara. come unwrap your present’ man’s launched faster than a rocket ship after that

safe to say, she was walking preeetty funny in the morning and had to call in sick from work🤭🤭

#anon #answered #miguel o’hara

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daydreamingleclerc · 1 year

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our house // mick schumacher

all mick wants for his birthday is for you to move in with him, and so you plan to make it one he won't forget.

warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dom!mick, sub!reader, daddy!mick, princess!reader, fingering, oral (f), breeding kink i guess lmfao, squirting, i think that’s it? the tiniest bit of fluff @ the end.

notes: this was written with a mid/plus-size reader in mind but its not really mentioned too much. this was a last minute after work writing session so its extremely rushed & not proofread. thanks to @landopeaches & @sainzcaleruega for once again helping w this and happy birthday to our darling mick xx

"happy birthday, baby."

mick dropped his bag at the foot of his front door to be greeted by you, standing in his hallway wearing what could only be described as the sexiest lingerie he'd ever seen you wearing.

he seemed to have a thing for black lingerie, and he loved the way strappy things looked on you because of your curves. your boobs spilled out of the lace that was covering them. "hi princess," mick cooed, allowing his arms to open when you walked into them, "what's all this? can i come in?"

you were wearing his favourite perfume of yours, and in the distance he could smell the familiar scent of fresh cotton candles. "i thought i'd surprise you by showing up and decorating the house," your arms wrapped around his shoulders, "but we can talk about that later, tonight's about you."

"in that set? i think tonight's about you, kitten."

mick's words gave you butterflies, and his hands found your bum, giving it harsh squeezes. you jumped up into his arms, and as a car turned the corner he kicked the door shut with his foot. his lips felt so soft against yours. you'd been apart for just over a week, and every day you yearned for him more.

mick pushed your back against the closest wall, and now you were balanced between the wall and him, with your legs still wrapped around his waist, he was free to roam your body. he didn't even notice the pictures you'd added to the wall, he was too lost in you.

"mmm, slow, baby," you tucked your finger under his chin, "we've got all night."

he sucked at the spot under your ear, and his hand travelled down to your clothed clit, "really baby?" he circled his finger over it a few times, and watched as your attitude completely changed, "because it seems like you want me now." a whimper left your lips and it finalised mick's statement. "that's what i thought."

"can we move to the livingroom? it's prettier in there," you half-whined when his fingers found your clit again, not wanting your days work to go to waste. "please, baby."

"i've got the prettiest view right here, darling," mick's hand found your neck, "now keep quiet so i can make you cum."

you weren't going to argue with mick when he was making you feel this good, and so you began to grind down on his fingers as he rubbed your clit, desperate for him to fill you up with his fingers. "such a dirty girl opening the door wearing this," he breathed against your ear and bit down on your earlobe, "what would've happened if i had the boys with me? hm? i bet you'd have loved that, wouldn't you?"

"fuck, mick," you breathed out, feeling your orgasm coming, "don't stop, please."

he bit down on your ear again, "don't stop talking or don't stop fingering?" he asked, looking up at you, "come on, baby, gimme an answer."

his fingers slowed but then you shook your head, a non-verbal beg for him to continue, and so when his fingers sped up, your orgasm hit you like a wave. mick pulled his fingers from your clit, and you whimpered, wishing they were still there despite the sensitivity.

he was rock hard in his jeans, and you bit back a moan.

"what's so wonderful about this livingroom, baby?" he asked, dropping you to your feet. his mind ran circles around itself when the sound of your heels hitting the floor wobbled because of the sensitivity. "what if i wanna unwrap my birthday present out here?"

"i promise you don't want to do that." you took his hand and guided him into the livingroom, and the smell of fresh cotton wafted through stronger now. candles were laid out across the entire room, and you'd put a makeshift bed down on the mattress -- your mattress that would very soon also be his -- opposite the television. rose petals were scattered across the room too, and there was a big pile of birthday presents in the corner. "this took me way too long for you to want to fuck me in the hall."

mick took an intake of breath, and pulled you around to kiss him. "it's absolutely beautiful, baby, thank you," he kicked his shoes off and made his way to the bed with you in tow. "now, please, come here so i can finally fuck you, i've been thinking about it all day."

you smirked and crawled down onto the bed, "oh, really? what have you been thinking about doing?"

mick's hands tugged at the lace of your g-string until it snapped, "been thinking about this perfect pussy," he laid you down on the mattress and climbed over you, "been thinking about how wet and warm it is," he pulled your tits from their lace prison and left kisses to the nipples, "about how it was made for me," his lips travelled down your stomach, and when his breath hit your pubic bone you struggled to keep composure, "about how fucking good it tastes."

he hardly finished his sentence before he was burying his face into your pussy, diving straight in as if he was a man starved. your back arched immediately off of the bed, and your hands found his hair in the midst of all the pleasure. you felt guilty knowing that it was his birthday and you were the one getting head, but the night was still young and mick knew you'd return the favor in the middle of a movie later.

"fucking hell, mick," you cried out, allowing yourself to be louder than usual. your fingers circled over your nipples and mick watched through hooded eyes as you touched yourself, his tongue lapping away at your clit. "you're so -- oh, fuck, -- so good at that."

his fingers teased at your entrance and you mewled at him as they pressed softly into you. "oh my... fuck... mick 'm gonna.... i can't, please," you cried, eyes finding his in the haze of your nearing orgasm, and all he did was hum against your clit, leaving you reeling. "oh, fuck!"

mick licked you clean and leaned up to kiss you, forming spittle in his mouth for you to hold on your tongue as he admired it. "god, you're fucking perfect," he clenched your cheeks together between his fingers, and you knew then that you could swallow. "good girl."

your hands absentmindedly wandered to the button on his jeans, and when you pushed the material down his legs and palmed him through his calvins he smiled. "what do you want, baby?"

"you know what i want, micky."

"not without you telling me, princess."

you pouted. mick loved it when you were in this mood, pushing your buttons. you were starting to become bratty, and thats when he could have hs real fun, but his favourite thing to do was make you cum, and he didn't want to punish you on his birthday.

"i want you to fuck me, daddy, please."

"see, baby, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he cooed, and positioned you exactly how he saw fit. your legs were up against either of his shoulders and he kissed you softly, "god, you're so fucking pretty underneath me, baby. the prettiest present i ever had."

you nodded, not even bothering to hide the blush on your cheeks because mick would’ve undoubtedly loved the way your cheeks lit up in his favourite shade of crimson.

“want me to go in like this, baby? hm?”

“mhm, yes daddy,” you replied, looking so innocent he thought he might combust there and then. “i thought it could be one of your birthday presents.”

mick slipped inside of you and you gasped at the full feeling, “you’re so considerate of me, princess,” inch by inch, he filled you up slowly until you could feel his pubic bone at your bum, and his hand caressed your legs, “i love you.”

“i love you, too, micky.”

the first drawback of mick’s hips left you reeling, and you fought to hold back your moans; until you remembered you didn’t have to. he always knew how to hit the spot, every single time.

“fucking hell, princess,” mick drawled, “i dont fuck you for a week and you’re so tight. did you miss me?”

“mhm,” you nodded, your throat already beginning to get dry, “i missed you so much micky, i’m so glad you’re home.”

he leaned down and his tongue swiped at your bottom lip, and as he thrusted inside of you deeper and harder, your mouth fell into an O shape, and he smirked against your lips. “there’s my good girl,” he hummed, “i love making you cum over and over, darling, it’s the only present i wanted today.”

his words triggered the orgasm to light up inside of your stomach again and you could feel the blood pulsing in your veins as it grew closer. “i knew you’d be desperate to feel me inside of you, princess,” he didn’t waver once, “the way your pussy’s clenching around me tells me everything i need to know.”

“fuck, mick,” you cried, “i don’t know how much longer i can hold it.”

“hold it, baby,” he kissed your nose, “wait for me.”

the orgasm crept closer and closer to the surface, “i don’t know if i can, daddy, please… i…”

“don’t you fucking dare, princess,” mick warned, slapping your clit, “you’ve been so good all evening. wait for me.”

mick wasn’t going to be much longer, you could tell because of his dip in body language. his arms began to shake and he’d started to watch his dick slipping inside of you, which meant he was close. he angled himself up slightly further and the new angle left you seeing stars. you really couldn’t last much longer.

“mick, i…”

“go on, pretty girl, cum for me.”

he didn’t have to tell you twice.

it rolled over you like a wave and left you screaming. you didn’t intend on squirting all over your new bedsheets and living room floor, but you did, and as you screamed mick’s name, his own orgasm washed over him.

his bottom half was almost entirely soaked, and you felt a red heat come to your cheeks once again, but this time you took pride in it.

“fucking hell, baby,” mick laughed as he pulled out of you, “your pussy is magical.”

“i know it is,” you shifted and rested your head on his chest when he flopped down beside you, not even bothering to clean yourselves up just yet. “well, that’s the new sheets ruined.”

“new sheets? what’s wrong with my sheets?”

you couldn’t believe he still hadn’t cottoned on. he was so invested in your stupid lingerie set like a teenager seeing boobs for the first time that he didn’t even clock the changes you’d made to his house. your house.

“baby, didn’t you ever wonder how i got in to decorate the room?”

“well.. no.. i thought..” mick paused, and then it clicked. “you’ve finally moved in.”

“i did,” you smiled and left a kiss to his puckered lips, “i wanted to make this your best birthday yet and i think i succeeded.”

he rolled on top of you again, “oh, princess, you definitely succeeded.”

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher smut #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x y/n #mick schumacher one shot #mick schumacher fluff #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher au #mick schumacher blurb #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 x reader #f1 smut #f1 one shot #f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 fluff

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 1 year

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ok but how do you think Spencer would react to you reading in his favorite cardigan and his favorite lingerie set?!?

okay but almost bought a very expensive lingerie set bc i am sad and retail therapy is the best but we all know no one’s gonna be seeing anything for the foreseeable future lmao

ANYWAY! Okay so ofc I’m saying this is early seasons spencer bc i have deluded myself into thinking he’s my husband and i am his wife <3

spencer reid x fem reader (18+)

Let’s say you’re shopping online and come across an advertisement for a new lingerie brand.

Not to protect my tastes but I think he’d like lingerie that’s mesh and unlined with delicate floral details on the sides in pastel pinks, blues, whites, and of course lavender

But also something riskier and more strappy in dark reds and black with garter belts that wrap around your body

I think he’d like the contrast of the lace or mesh against the soft, coziness of the cardigans

And then there's the fact that it's his cardigans which makes Spencer's possessive side just jump out

He would walk into the apartment, exhausted and drained, hardly realizing that you’re sitting on the couch wearing next to nothing

“Oh” Spencer would say, dropping his bag to the floor rushing over to you on the couch. He’d crouch to his knees, his hands going immediately to your hips. “What on earth did I do to deserve this?”

He lifts his head, melting as you thread your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp. Spencer would close his eyes, loving the attention like the touch starved man he is.

“Being you” you’d say, gently kissing Spencer’s forehead. “You sounded exhausted on the phone, baby. I thought we’d relax. Enjoy each other.”

“I’m going to more than enjoy you,” Spencer would whisper trailing kisses along your thighs. He’d be so good at making you feel pretty you almost believe it.

He would be so gentle, holding himself back from tearing away the pretty lace and fabric. Even though he wants to rip the flimsy fabric in two.

This is Glasses Spencer (My Beloved Husband TM) so there would be a nervousness to him as he sees you in his clothes coupled with something as overtly sexy as lingerie. He would be blushing from his cheeks to his ears to his chest.

And you undo a couple of his buttons, trying to get him to relax a little bit, but just making him more anxious

He would be ridiculously attentive, whispering praise and blushing when he receives all this well deserved praise too

Once he gets more confident in his sex life, Spencer would 100% be ordering sets he would think you'd like. And totally be down for a try-on show after a stressful day at work.

#asks #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #criminal minds smut #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #my writing #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!reader

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eddies-perm · 2 years

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𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

warnings. smut!!, lingerie, outdoor/semi-public smut (on the phone, back porch of the trailer), blowjob, face-fucking, no use of y/n.

word count: 1k

** eddie’s on an important phone call with a potential venue for corroded coffin. but you’re feeling needy, so... **

“Yes, this is Eddie...hey, Mr. Smith. It’s so great to finally get in touch with you.”

You know this call is important for Eddie, and for Corroded Coffin. This guy owns a bar in a neighboring town, a bar that gets lots of business. Apparently he heard Corroded Coffin at The Hideout one night and wanted to offer them some set times at his place.

But you also know that it’s been nearly four days since you’ve gotten laid and you’re in desperate need.

Equipped with your strappy black leather and lace lingerie set, you sneak out onto the back porch where Eddie’s taking the call. He looks back when he hears the door, eyes widening as he takes in your whole appearance.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he breathes softly, taking a drag off his cigarette. “Sorry, Mr. Smith, I, uh...what were you saying?”

You smirk and walk up to him, stepping between his spread legs. He lets out a shaky breath, eyes roaming your beautiful body.

“I need you.” You mouth the words to him, biting your lip teasingly.

His eyes are warm, yet hungry, as he looks up at you. He’s silently begging, and you’re not sure if he’s begging for you to stop or keep going. Regardless, you continue your teasing, reaching up to grope your breasts. He nearly groans out loud, but he manages to keep it together, for the sake of remaining professional.

You’ve gotta step it up a notch.

Grabbing one of the seat cushions off the chair next to him and setting it in front of him, you sink down onto your knees. His eyes travel down with you and he shifts in his seat, cigarette clenched tightly between his teeth.

Your hands trail up his jean-clad thighs and smooth over the bulge in his pants, running your palms over him. He lets out a shaky breath, saying something to Mr. Smith before putting his hand over the speaker.

“You’re a brat,” he says softly, giving your cheek a little tap. “This call is important. Can’t this wait until after I’m off the phone?”

You hum, giving him a playful pout. “But it’s been four days...I need you, Eds.”

Eddie offers you a small smile, biting his lip. He can’t deny you. As soon as he gives you a little nod, you get to work undoing his jeans. He lifts his hips so you can slip them down far enough, letting them pool at his ankles.

You wrap a hand around his hardening length, pumping it slowly, dragging the beads of precum down his shaft from where it’s leaking down his head. He takes a drag, trying to keep any noises from slipping past his lips.

Suddenly, you wrap your lips around his tip and a soft mewl goes into the phone speaker. You nearly laugh as his face turns bright red and he quickly makes up some excuse to Mr. Smith, apologizing profusely.

Your mouth travels further down his length until you’ve taken about half of it, running your tongue along the underside as you do so. He’s put out his cigarette by now and is biting down on his finger in order to stay quiet, head tipping back in pleasure.

“Fuck,” he whispers, putting his hand over the phone speaker again. “Fuckin’ hot little mouth...mm, gonna kill me...”

You smirk, starting to bob up and down at an agonizingly slow pace, wanting to draw this out a bit for him. Much to his chagrin. His hips roll up with your bobs, wordlessly begging for you to go faster, to take more of him in your mouth.

“Mmm,” you hum around him, hands gently massaging his thighs. His eyes are glued to you, to your mouth, as you suck him off. You’re honestly surprised that he’s managing to keep a conversation with the person on the other end. “Mmmmm.”

He’s panting softly, hips now bucking up into your mouth. One of his hands, the one not holding the phone, slides down to the back of your head. He starts off gently pushing you down further and further. You start gagging on him, but it only turns him on more, hips pushing up each time your head comes down.

“Fu-uuck, fuck baby, yeah...just like that...”

His cheeks are pink and getting darker by the minute, both from arousal and from a bit of embarrassment each time Mr. Smith catches his slip-ups. Your eyes fill with tears, chin dripping with drool from gagging so much. But you love every second of it, you love making him feel good.

“Ggghhh!”

“Yeah -- uuhhnnhh -- take it,” he growls, continuing to use your mouth to chase his climax. “Take this cock in your s-slut mouth. Ohhh god, ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum...”

“What was that? Did you say somthing?”

His eyes widen. “O-Oh, no, ssorry Mr. Smith. My girlfriend just came outside and I had to tell her to leave. Continue, please, you were talking about the set t-times?”

You smirk, sucking a bit harder on him. He lets out a soft groan, head falling back again. He’s twitching in your mouth, meaning he’s right on the edge. Are you really gonna make him cum while he’s on the phone?

Absolutely.

“That, uh, t-that sounds great! We’d love to play on Thursdays -- Christ.”

He moans as he suddenly cums down your throat, hand covering his mouth to muffle any more sounds. You continue sucking and bobbing until he gently pushes you off, panting quietly. His forehead is glistening subtly with a thin sheen of sweat, breathing heavy but soft. He looks all fucked out, and god, he never looks better than he does after sex.

“Great!” he says to Mr. Smith, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. “So Wednesday and Thursday nights? Awesome, yeah. We’re thrilled a-as well. See you soon, thanks again.”

As soon as he’s off the phone, he tosses it aside and pulls you up onto his lap, kissing you eagerly. He hums against your lips, smacking your ass firmly.

“God, you’re such a fucking brat,” he breathes. “Couldn’t wait ten minutes to get your slutty mouth filled.”

You moan, grinding against him. “Fuck, Eddie...I need you so bad.”

He smirks, gently pushing you off his lap so he can pull his pants back up. Then, without warning, he scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder. You laugh and squirm as he carries you into the trailer, smacking your ass several times along the way.

“Mm. Careful what you wish for, sweetheart.”

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satans-knitwear · 2 years

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Naptime gear 😴

Treat me (wishlist) ~ Tip (pypl) me (cshpp)

#Sleepy sunday afternoon 😴#Id kill for a nap. Just gonna lie around in pretty lingerie and watch nuclear industries documentaries #satans knitwear #bi girl #uk girl #cheeky #girls with piercings #girls with tattoos #wlw #Pretty lingerie #Purple lace lingerie #Strappy lace lingerie set #Strappy lingerie #Lace lingerie set #Harness bra #Alt pinup #my gif to you

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kneelingshadowsalome · 9 months

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Okay, but does Konig ever buy her a new bra after he cut the old one? >:(

Hnnngh just imagine Engel going through Victoria's Secret website or whatever for some cute lingerie, pouting and saying he owes her an apology. Shows him this one bra and hipster set she really likes, asks what he thinks… And König simply steals her phone (what did she expect?), he just takes it from her hand and starts to get very interested in what he's shopping for here – because of course he wants to make amends!

Engel is like "What are you doing? 🤨" when König is staring at the screen, completely zoned out (he's not looking at the models I swear, he's imagining Engel in those things!)

"Getting you a new bra," he finally says, starts to go through the website, opens like a hundred tabs, mumbling to himself "This one…", "No you need to have this one," "And this one too," "Ach ja… Das ist schön…"

… So yes he gets her a new bra, actually he ends up buying her at least a dozen new pieces. Engel can pick the ones she likes, but mostly it’s König who goes into full shopping mania. She has to have this cute little teal-colored lace thingy, and those bright blush pink strings, oh and what is this? A pure white laced balcony bra? Ja bitte!

He wants to see his Engel in florals and lace and ribbons and see-through mesh and strappy accents and cutouts and he’s almost drooling when he imagines her in different underwear (König treats lingerie as candy wrapping), oh, and no push-ups and pads if possible! He wants to feel everything, see everything just as nature intended.

If Engel says she can't wear some of the things he has chosen because they look uncomfortable or inconvenient, König simply shrugs and says she doesn't have to wear them for long. 🙄

#answered #yandere könig

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toxicanonymity · 2 months

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The Worst

1.3k, Tom “Redfly” Davis x DARK f!Reader

SUMMARY: You make Tom pay for Frankie's death.

WARNINGS: I8+ DARK FIC, DEAD DOVE noncon or very dubcon p in v, implied murder, roofie, forced gun sucking, restraints, degradation, praise kink?, Dom reader. Tom survives / Frankie dies AU.

Dedicated to @romanarose who is hosting a write a thon for the @triplefrontier-anniversary.

Happy 5 years to Tom ruining everything. He's the worst, but I'm sorry to say he's also packing.

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You pretended to take comfort in him during your grief. Your flirtations over the past weeks had all been a ruse, as were your advances tonight. You always had one goal – to get Tom tied up in your basement.

Finally, you had him sitting at your kitchen table drinking a night cap. You rubbed his thigh and he looked at you like he wanted to eat you alive, if only he could muster the energy. His eyelids were heavy with lust and a roofie.

“Maybe we could, uh, get more comfortable,” Tom slurred, nodding toward the living room.

You downed the rest of your drink, set the glass down, and lowered yourself onto his lap, side saddle.

“Ohh,” he muttered with his mouth barely open. “Hello.”

“I was thinking we could go downstairs,” you purred.

He swallowed, raised his eyebrows, and nodded, “Sure.”

“Frankie ever tell ya ‘bout our hobbies? Lotta fun stuff down there.”

His face gave him away. “Uhh,” he stalled, “Sounds-” You ran your hand through his hair. “-Sounds good,” Tom muttered at a horny pitch. His eyes lingered on your lips, then he cleared his throat.

“I'm gonna need ya to trust me though, Tom. Can ya do that?”

Tom nodded.

“Yes ma’am,” you whispered.

“Yes ma’am,” he confirmed, clearly enjoying this. Your dominance was a perfect fit for his being a lazy sack of shit.

“Good.”

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In the basement–more of a sex dungeon, as it were–you sat Tom down in a metal chair. He let you tie him up and barely objected when you zip tied his hands behind his back.

“Mmm,” he hummed as you did it.

“Good boy,” you told him, making him blush. His eyes lazily danced across your face in bemusement. “Now I'm gonna go change,” you said.

You returned in a black lingerie set – a lacy top over a strappy, crotchless bottom. You had tucked Frankie’s old pistol into the back of the bottom piece. The cool metal made your skin tighten with goosebumps all over.

You slowly approached Tom and watched his eyes consume you. Without sitting down, you straddled him so you were standing with your tits in his face. You let him play. He nuzzled his head into your breasts, then nosed at a nipple.

“Fuck me,” he whispered, then took one into his mouth, through the lace.

“God, you worthless shit,” you laughed with faux affection.

“Heh,” Tom chuckled sadly against your tit.

He didn’t notice you reach for the gun. You used the barrel to massage yourself through your underwear. He glanced down, then his eyes snapped back up to you. “Whoa, careful with that,” he laughed nervously with the barrel pointing right at his dick as you slid the cool metal against the lace covering your mound.

“This is Frankie’s,” you said wistfully and raised the gun to admire it. You used the barrel to nudge his chin so he looked at you. He froze. “You’re gonna suck Frankie’s dick now,” you nodded and slid the barrel up his jaw, then nudged his lips with the muzzle.

His breathing was heavier and faster. His eyes were less sleepy.

He maneuvered to dodge the barrel. “Listen, sweetie,” he started. “Are you okay? Maybe we’ll just — maybe. . . watch a movie tonight,” his voice trailed off as your face made it clear you were not fucking around.

“Open.” You grabbed his jaw. “It’s the least you can do, Tom.”

Tom swallowed. “Okay,” he whispered. “You’re right.” He let the muzzle into his mouth.

“Good,” you whispered. “Go on.”

You pushed the barrel further into his mouth. “Suck it, Tom. Suck Frankie’s cock.”

His face whitened as he began to hesitantly bob his head.

“If it weren’t for you, I’d be sucking Frankie’s real cock right now,” you reminded him and watched dread fall over his face. He hardly moved at all.

“You can do better than that.” You pushed the gun further into his mouth and his teeth hit the metal. “Good,” you whispered as he took as much of the pistol as he could. You held the back of his head and fucked his mouth with the gun. He looked up at you pleadingly and whined incoherently. You mercifully let the barrel out of his mouth, a string of drool falling down his chin.

“Look,” his face was serious and his tone was more sober. “I know you’re devastated. I can’t tell you how sorry I am. We can–”

“Shut up.” You crossed your wrists behind his head and lowered yourself onto his lap. Your most sensitive area met his semi-hard bulge and you let out a moan.

“Oh, Tom,” you sighed, impressed.

As it turned out, there was one area where Tom didn't fall short, and your body wouldn't let you ignore it. “Fuck,” you whispered as he hardened beneath you. You were throbbing against him. The adrenaline already had your blood flowing, and now it was flowing south. His cock twitched against you. His breath was shallow.

He watched your face carefully. He was as quiet and still as a mouse.

“Got him killed, and now you wanna fuck his girl, don’t ya?”

Tom nodded hesitantly.

You scoffed. “With friends like you,” you started. “Pathetic.” A subtle lift of his hips took all your thoughts away as his warm, hard package rubbed against your front. You had never hate fucked someone before. . . With the gun still behind his head, you nudged the nape of his neck with the muzzle and he flinched. “You’re not gonna say a word,” you warned. Then you reached down between you and feverishly unbuttoned his cargo pants.

You reached into his boxers and gasped at the smooth heat of his naked girth against your palm. “Jesus,” you whispered as you took it out. A hint of cockiness tugged at the corner of his mouth before he appeared to remember his imminent doom.

With your gun hand, you braced yourself using the back of his neck for leverage. You took your thong to the side, then spit on your hand and wiped it on his dick. God how you hated this man. You lined yourself up, then sank down with a rush of pleasure to your chest as your cunt slowly swallowed his thick length. You closed your eyes and thought of Frankie as you began to roll your hips. Your heart was racing.

He moaned nearly silently as you fucked yourself on his massive cock. You got wetter and wetter. You could feel Frankie’s presence. You could practically smell his scent wafting off of Tom. You could feel the ghost of Frankie’s hands on your ass and practically hear his whispers in your ear. Should’ve ridden his face, he said in your head and you breathed out a laugh as you rode him.

You let out a sigh and Tom shuddered. You imagined Frankie’s brown eyes looking deep into yours, and your walls twitched around Tom’s cock. You whimpered as you came.

“Fuck,” Tom murmured through gritted teeth as you choked his cock.Then he erupted inside you. You groaned as his warm spend flooded your core.

When you were finished, you sat there on his cock and you both read each other’s faces. He knew his time was up. You took the safety off the gun.

“What a way to go,” Tom muttered in resignation. He winced as you squeezed him with an aftershock.

“You took him from me, Tom.”

“I know, honey,” he agreed. “It’s okay. Kid's better off with the life insurance.”

The next few seconds felt like minutes. Your heart raced and you could see Tom’s heartbeat in his neck.

Tom took a deep breath. “Just put it in my mouth.” He nodded. “And pull the trigger,” he whispered.

His gaze was apologetic as the muzzle once again nudged his lips. He closed his eyes with his softening cock still sheathed in your warmth. You didn’t feel a thing as the hammer clicked under your thumb.

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kiestrokes · 4 months

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For hard hours: skz and ateez if you wanna 👀 and the colour of lingerie you wear that makes their brain go offline 🥵

Stray Kids Fave Lingerie Colors | NSFW

Pairing: SKZ x Gender Neutral!Reader/You/Yn Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Genre: hard hours, headcanon, imagine, smut adjacent. Warnings: cursing?

Sexually Explicit Content: mentions of undergarments, duh 🤪

🗝️ Note: I of course had the most difficulty WITH my bias. But thank you again for the ask drift partner 😘 @chans-room

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted here.

Channie - maroon, maybe a sheer one piece with lace embroidery over the nipples to tease him, full garters and matching stockings. I can't get around the thought that this man has a thigh kink.

Lino - a lovely mint green, it's simple satin two-piece set because he doesn't want any distractions from you. But it needs to be tangibly appealing to this little cat, textures are important.

Changbin - idk why, but I imagine him liking a bright purple (like rave purple), almost orchid, something silky, accompanied by black fishnets.

Hyunjin - the set needs to be extravagant, lots of layers to it, removable pieces, peekaboo's, the color...hmmm. Hyun gives classic black vibes, but the designer makes up for the simplicity of the color.

Felix - an icy blue, don't murder me but I am thinking quality velvet teddy with a dramatic floor length gauzy robe that as matching blue fur trim. (on my Marth May Whovier shit again, drift partner)

Han - bright red, strappy two piece that connects to itself, and connects to a choker around the neck. Han loves the straps and gets a little flustered when he struggles to remove them (sorry @minttangerines for adding this delu on a Friday)

Seungmin - fuck it, he's getting lavender. a simple lacey bra and panty set and a matching silk robe when you both get a little shy.

Babybread - light pink, true light pink and not the trending Barbie pink. thinking a long line bra with lighter pink paneling and obvious boning. adorned with flowers.

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hungermakesmonsters · 3 months

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Catch Me If You Can

Bonus Christmas Chapter

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done, Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R

Chapter Rating : R (p. much just smut)

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] This chapter contains smut and Billy using sex to get what he wants . Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story.

Word Count : ~2.3k

A/N : This was written as a bonus chapter for Christmas but I couldn't post it because of where the main story was, so I'm posting it now, late AF. It's pretty much just a cutesy smut fest. Nothing that happens in this chapter will effect the rest of the story.

Bonus Christmas Chapter

On Christmas morning, you’d woken to find Billy sprawled beside you, sleeping so peacefully, that you decided to wake him by slipping beneath the covers and wrapping your lips around his cock. He moaned your name in that sleepy, scratchy tone that always had your thighs clenching, and it wasn’t long until you had him falling apart. But you didn’t want to spend the whole day in bed with him so, before he could come to his senses, you were slipping out of bed and heading for the bathroom, instructing him to stay put.

Once you were done in the shower, you slipped into Billy’s Christmas present; a red lace lingerie set that was so sheer it was practically see-through, complete with a strappy garter belt and black stockings. Over the top you wore a dark red dress with a satin sash that you pulled into a bow, almost making you look like a wrapped up present.

He was speechless when you finally left the bathroom, but you didn’t give him a chance to do anything more than look before telling him to get showered so you could have breakfast; French toast, bacon and mimosas.

When you were done eating, he took your hand and led you to the tree you’d helped him set up and decorate. Dread coiled in your stomach when you noticed a pile of presents, and the feeling got worse when Billy handed you one.

Carefully, you tore the wrapping paper, revealing a brand new, top of the range mirrorless camera.

“Billy,” his smile waived as you looked at him and he realised you were upset, “this is too much, I can’t accept this.”

Before he had a chance to argue, you were on your feet, heading for the bedroom, feeling like an idiot - how could you have let yourself think that some lingerie would be worth whatever he could get you?

You should have known that something like this would happen, and you felt like an idiot for not anticipating it but - but, now that it had happened, you felt like you were being ungrateful and that wasn't fair to Billy. But, how could you accept a gift that had cost him thousands when all you'd gotten him was ninety dollars worth of lingerie?

“Hey, don’t walk away from me,” his hand on your wrist, pulling you back to face him. He wasn’t angry, he just seemed confused.

“I just need a minute,” you told him, pulling against his grip, but he didn’t let go.

“Talk to me.”

“You can’t spend over five grand on me and expect me to be happy about it,” you blurted out.

“Why not? You’re overthinking it; it’s Christmas. Why can’t I spoil you for Christmas?”

“Because it’s too much, Billy. I don’t need a sugar daddy.”

“Careful, sweetheart, I could get used to you calling me Daddy,” Billy tried to joke.

“I’m being serious!”

He let out a sigh. “I don’t think it’s too much. Not for you. You deserve it - I want you to have it. You know the money doesn’t matter to me.”

“It matters to me, Billy. Especially when all I got you was some stupid lingerie.”

“You got me lingerie?” He grinned, completely missing the point you were making. You slapped his chest with your free hand. “Okay, okay - if you don’t want the camera, we can take it all back. I’ll do whatever you want.”

It was strange for him to relent so easily, but you hoped he was finally starting to understand why his money sometimes made you uncomfortable, but with it being Christmas you didn’t want to argue anymore, so you let it slide.

“Thank you, Billy,” stepping forwards, your hand slipping around his neck and pulling him down into a tender kiss, happy that he seemed to have seen things your way.

“So, about this lingerie...” he grinned against your lips.

You’d wanted to save the surprise for later but, since the cat was out of the bag, you decided to take a step back, indicating the bow of your dress with a wave of your hand.

“Why don’t you unwrap your present and see for yourself.”

His hands were on you in an instant, starting at your shoulders then slowly tracing the low neckline of the dress down to your cleavage, palming your breasts through the fabric before continuing down to the bow. He licked his lips as he looked at you, taking in the sight of you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world to him as he finally started to undo the bow. Once it was open, he turned you so he could get to the zipper, slowly lowering it and, then, letting the dress drop to the floor.

Fingers ran across your bare stomach, urging you back against him, letting you feel the press of his erection against you. You ground your ass back against him until you heard him take a sharp breath, then you stepped away from him, turning so he could get a proper look at you.

Billy froze, his eyes tracking down your body, taking shallow breaths and looking ready to pounce. You swayed your hips from side to side, watching as he fought against his desires. When he still didn’t move, you reached for him, pulling him towards the bed and sitting him down. Climbing onto his lap, your hips continued to sway as you slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. His dark eyes continued to glare and you just smiled, wanting him to do his worst.

“Aren’t you going to finish unwrapping me?” You asked as innocently as you could manage, finally snapping him out of it.

His arm moved around you, fingertips pressing into your back, pulling you closer before he deftly unclasped your bra. You slipped it off while his lips trailed down the column of your throat to your collarbone, your back arching without a second thought, knowing exactly where his lips were headed. Fingers ran through his hair as he sucked a nipple between his lips, teasing it to a hardened nub before moving his attention to the other.

While he enjoyed your breasts, his hand slipped between you and into your panties, smirking when he realised how wet you were. Fingers trailed through your wetness, teasing your clit before sinking into you, setting a languid pace; he wasn’t trying to make you come, he was making sure you were ready for him. He pulled back his fingers as you undid his pants and pulled out his erection, slowly running your fingers up and down him, but you stopped the moment you felt him tug on your panties.

“Don’t you dare tear these panties, Billy.” You tried to sound serious despite the laughter in your voice.

He practically growled in response, fingers still tugging, very obviously thinking about doing it anyway before relenting. His hands gripped your hips and he quickly moved you off his lap and onto the bed, pulling your panties down and gazing down at you as he dropped his pants and boxers.

“As much as I want your legs in those stockings wrapped around my head, I don’t think I can wait to fuck you.” He confessed.

You’d come to learn just what that meant; when he was willing to skip foreplay, it meant he needed you, and when he needed you, things got rough. Just the thought made you tremble with anticipation.

“It’s your Christmas present, you can do whatever you want with it.”

“You’re my Christmas present.” He corrected you, crawling onto the bed beside you. You. Not the sex on offer or the lingerie, you were his present. You were his. “And I’m gonna do whatever I want with you, sweetheart.”

He manoeuvred you onto your side and laid behind you, his hand slowly trailing down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. But, despite his tender touches, his ragged breathing told you that this was going to be anything but gentle. Finally, his arm hooked around your thigh, lifting it until it was almost perpendicular to your other leg, leaving you spread wide for him.

You looked down as he curled around you, realising you could see his cock between your thighs.

“That’s right, sweetheart, watch,” he muttered, slowly moving his hips, letting you watch his cock running through your folds. He watched too, slowly building up your arousal until he was coated in it and his tip was starting to leak. Eagerly, you reached down, thumb swiping a bead of pre-cum and bringing it to your lips, earning a growl from Billy, reminding you that he was in charge right now, not you.

To punish you, he started to tease you, pressing the crown of his cock against your slit, letting you feel the slow stretch before pulling back again. He did it over and over, leaving you feeling desperate and needy, moaning his name every time his shaft rubbed against your clit.

“Billy, please -” you finally broke, unable to take any more.

“Say it,” he demanded quietly, his lips brushing against your ear.

“I need you inside me,” you begged.

Finally, he relented, slowly pushing past the threshold of your wet slit. A cry spilled from you, the angle of his cock stretching you, filling you in a way you hadn’t felt before. Billy, likewise, let out a groan, easing you open with inch after inch, holding you close as he sank deeper and deeper.

You whimpered as he bottomed out, but he didn’t give you time to adjust before he started to fuck you with hard, brazen thrusts of his hips. Trembling every time he filled you, his grip on your thigh left you completely at his mercy to take whatever he gave. And Billy gave you everything, swearing and groaning your name as you clenched around him, as you drenched his cock with your arousal.

“Is this what you needed?” He grunted in your ear.

“More,” you moaned, toying with him. “Everything.”

He fucked you harder, faster, filling the deepest parts of you, and by the time you felt his fingers on your swollen clit each breath you took was punctuated with a moan.

“Like this, sweetheart?” he mocked, knowing you couldn’t answer. All you could do was moan. “Always so fucking needy for me, aren’t you?”

(You both already knew the answer to that one.)

Glancing down, just the sight of his fingers working your clit was enough to make you come.

His cock slipped from you without warning, still in the throes of your orgasm, still moaning and writhing beneath him. Getting to his knees, he straddled one thigh while pulling the other around his waist, keeping you on your side as he slipped back between your walls. The new angle had your eyes rolling back in your head every time he filled you.

Noticing your breasts bouncing with each thrust only inspired him to fuck you harder, his hand soon slipping up you body, fingers pinching and tugging at your nipple, the sharp sting bringing an overwhelming mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Mine,” he growled, demanding you admit it; that you were his, that you’d never want anyone else again. But you weren’t there yet, and your denial had him pounding his cock into you even harder, making you come again.

Rolling you onto your back, he pulled up both of your legs as he sank back inside you, lowering his body over yours, letting you feel his weight on top of you. His lips ghosted yours but, when you tried to kiss him, he pulled away, smirking. His movements turned slower, more purposeful, letting you really feel him. It was almost too much after everything you’d already been through, but you soon realised that was the point.

“See how easy it is to empty that head and stop overthinking when you give in to me?” His hand cupped your cheek and he smiled down at you. “This is why you’re mine, sweetheart. No one else will ever make you feel this good.”

As your back arched off the bed, Billy lowered his head, capturing a nipple between his lips, sucking and nipping, while his fingers found the other, tugging and twisting until it ached. It wasn’t long before you started to tremble beneath him, moans stacking and getting louder, nails tearing into his back as you tried to hold on.

You clenched around his cock, so close to coming, when he took hold of your wrists, pinning them above your head.

Then he pulled out.

“Billy -” you practically sobbed, desperate to come, not understanding why he'd stopped.

“Say thank you for the camera, Billy,” he instructed.

You stayed quiet, defiant, realising what he was doing. He wanted to make you change your mind.

Squirming beneath him, you tried in vain to pull from his grasp. His cock filled you again, giving two deep thrusts, almost enough to push you over the edge before pulling out again.

“All you have to say is thank you,” he told you again.

With the way you were bent beneath him, you couldn’t move, couldn’t free yourself. You hated how much you were loving being restrained by him, hated the thrill that ran up your spine as he kept edging you, knowing you well enough to pull out each time you got close. Minutes passed, the demand made over and over, keeping you on the precipice until your eyes were watering and your body was shaking.

But you didn’t ask him to stop. You didn’t want it to end; naively, you thought you could beat him. You couldn’t.

“Thank you!” You finally cried out, broken by him.

“For?” He prompted.

“Thank you for the camera, Billy.” You whined desperately.

“You’re going to keep it, aren’t you?”

Fuck, he’d managed to trap you.

“Yes!”

He grinned, pitching his cock inside you again, fucking you fast and hard enough to finish both of you, his thrusts finally turning languid and lazy as he emptied himself of every last drop inside you, and you clenched around him, unable to stay annoyed as you fought to catch your breath.

“I’m really glad you decided to keep the camera, sweetheart.” Finally letting you lower your legs back to the mattress. And, before you could answer back, his tongue was in your mouth and you were surrendering to him all over again.

END NOTES : I know it's late to be posting a Christmas chapter but I had it written and I thought it was pretty cute (albeit in a smutty fucked up way) and I enjoyed writing it so, here we are. Normal posting schedule will start again on Friday!

Thanks for reading and sticking with all the ups, downs, and dirty parts of this fic!

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midwestmade29 · 3 months

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Valentine's Day Request❤️‍🔥

⟡To Anonymous: Thanks for your request! I thoroughly enjoyed writing it 😏🔥 ⟡Valentine's writing prompt: #13 (You’re secretly wearing new Valentines themed lingerie under your clothes all day and can’t wait for your love to discover it) ⟡You can find @madhatterbri's full list of prompts here 🙂 ⟡Word count: 1,347 ⟡Divider by: @saradika-graphics ⟡GIF credit: @cowboyshit ⟡Original Anonymous Request: can you please do an story with Christian Cage X Fem Reader, (huge age gap reader is in her mid/end 20s).. Reader bought some new lingerie for their first VDay and tries some of the spicy pieces on in their shared appartement while she not recognizes that Christian is checking her out from the back and one comes to another they start to make out and having some amazing sex way before VDay.

If you’re not 18+ years or older, please keep scrolling. Minors do not interact!

Disclaimers: Oral sex, cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

This was the first Valentine’s Day that you were spending with a man and not a boy. Being in your twenties you’ve had your fair share of boyfriends, but none like Christian. Something about him boosted your confidence and made you always feel desired. The holiday was right around the corner, and you had already begun your preparations for it! You managed to keep the new lingerie you purchased as a surprise for Christian a secret, hiding the receipt and the different pieces in a safe place away from his eyes. There were 2 different lingerie sets you had your heart set on when you were at the boutique! A red lace bra and panty set complete with a garter belt and black stockings and a pink strappy teddy adorned with lace and heart shaped cut outs. You ended up purchasing both sets and figured you could return whatever one you choose not to wear. Your original plan was to wear the lingerie under your clothes on Valentine’s Day and surprise Christian with it as you undressed for him later in the evening. That plan got squashed when he caught you trying everything on at home.

Christian wasn’t due back home for another couple hours, so to help pass the time you decided to shower and try on your new pieces of lingerie. Once your hair was dry and styled the way you liked, you took the pink teddy out of the bag and stepped into it. You fastened the clasp in the back and adjusted your chest in the cups. The lace was soft and the prettiest shade of pink, the corset like middle with the heart shaped cut outs hugged and accentuated your curves in the sexiest of ways. You turned to the side to get a glimpse at your backside and blushed as you pictured Christian grabbing a handful and squeezing. You thought you heard a noise in the other room, but directed your attention back to the mirror when you figured it was just your imagination. You pulled out your phone and took a couple of selfies in the pretty pink number so you could send them to Christian another time. The red lacy set was laid out on the bed just waiting for you to try on next. You unhooked the clasp on the teddy and shimmied out of it and grabbed the red lace bra off the bed. The way the bra was cut made your breasts practically spill out of it! The cheeky little panties rested on your hips and the garter belt sat right above them. The stockings were silky on your legs as you slid them up and attached them to the straps. Seeing yourself in red ignited something in you. You felt incredibly sexy as you ran your fingers over the lace, images of Christian doing the same made the heat in between your legs grow. “The red one is my favorite,” a familiar voice said. You jumped when you saw Christian’s reflection in the mirror! He was leaning against the doorway to your bedroom with his arms crossed. “Christian!” you called out. “I didn’t think you were going to be home yet! How long have you been standing there?” He sauntered over to you with a sexy grin on his face as he looked you over from head to toe. “Long enough to get hard seeing you in that pink number and now this one. Look at my little minx! You’re so fucking sexy baby girl,” Christian purred. He walked up to you and grabbed your hand so he could spin you around to get a better glimpse of you. The two of you stood in front of the mirror, your back now pressed up against his chest and his arousal pressing into you. Christian’s hands were roaming freely along your curves causing goosebumps to spread like wildfire all over your body. He nuzzled his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of you that he had been missing since he left a few days prior. When he noticed the slight frown on your face, he asked what was wrong, “Something wrong, baby girl? Not happy to see me?” “Of course, I’m happy to see you! I missed you so much. It’s just, you weren’t supposed to see the lingerie yet. I bought it for Valentine’s Day and now it’s not a surprise anymore,” you explained. Christian offered you a sympathetic smile as he cupped your cheek in his hand when you turned to face him. “I see. Well, I know it’s not the actual holiday today, but I’m still surprised! I appreciate your thoughtfulness baby. Let me make it up to you,” he spoke in a sensual tone. In an instant, Christian picked you up and carried you over to the bed. Your lips were locked together the entire time, never breaking apart even as he lowered you down onto the mattress. He separated your legs with his knee before making his way in between them. His hard length pressed up against your panties as you wrapped your legs around his waist forcing Christian to groan into your kiss. He tugged on the straps of your garter belt releasing your stockings from their hold before removing your panties. He took notice of how wet you were already as he slid them down your legs, “Mmm, look how much your tight little cunt wants my cock! Such a pretty little mess already. Just wait until I’m done with you!”

You laid on the bed a panting and needy mess as you watched Christian remove his clothes. You licked your lips when you saw the precum glistening on his cock once it sprang free from his underwear. “This is all for you baby girl,” he growled when he caught you staring. Christian kissed his way up your leg, stopping once he reached your inner thigh. You gasped at the sensation you felt as he bit and sucked the skin there! You could already see the mark forming, but you fucking loved it. The pleasure that shot through you when Christian’s skilled tongue made contact with your clit caused your entire body to come alive! Your hands gripped the sheets tightly as he worked his magic, your back arching off the bed the closer he brought you to your orgasm. “F-fuck Christian! That feels s-so good!” you praised. He didn’t give you any time to savor your orgasm that his tongue provided you before he aligned his cock with your entrance. Christian thrusted himself inside of you and hissed through his teeth as your cunt gripped him. He was sliding in and out with ease from your juices and the sound of your bodies coming together filled the room. “Such a good girl, taking me so well! Fuck baby, you feel incredible,” he said as he picked up his pace. Your body was sent into overdrive with each deep thrust, Christian working you as he brought you closer and closer to your 2nd orgasm. A few beads of sweat dripped from his forehead onto your chest and they nearly evaporated from the heat of your body. “Come on my sexy girl and come for me!” he commanded. Every muscle in your body tensed and the pressure in your lower belly was begging to be released! Within seconds you came, your juices making a mess of Christian and the sheets under you. “God, yes! C-Christian!” you cried out as he continued to thrust while your body quaked around him. You felt Christian’s cock twitch against your walls as he filled you with everything he had. There was no hiding your smile as you watched his features be completely overtaken with ecstasy. When he finally steadied his breathing, Christian left you speechless when he kissed your chest and hinted at wanting a round 2, “So what’s your plan for the pink lingerie? I hope you’re not going to return it. I’m thinking you should go and put it on and let me make a mess out of that one too…”

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Okay sexy outfit time we're DOIN IT because I COULD NOT get this out of my brain and I've learned to just carpe diem that shit

I will... Probably do a Genshin version of this too tbh... And/or like any other fandom I can justify lmao

What they love to see you wearing in bed

FE3H guys x GN/AFAB reader

NSFW 18+

Lorenz - Oh, it's intricately laced corsets, thigh-high stockings and elaborate silken lingerie all the way for this man. Lorenz relishes in buying you a wide assortment of the highest quality lingerie (all in coordinated matching sets, of course), dressing you up and then carefully and lovingly removing each piece from you, clasp by clasp and strap by strap, kissing every inch of you as he works.

Claude - as an open minded sort, he's of course impressed by anything you wear for him, more than able to appreciate the way your choice of attire (or lack thereof...) accents everything he adores about your body. That said, he gets a special sort of worked-up to see you in the richly patterned, flowing fabrics of Almyra. That you would go through the trouble of procuring such clothes to please him makes him all the more determined to spoil you in turn.

Raphael - Doesn't care so much about what you wear (if anything, complicated hooks and straps can be frustrating when he just wants your body so desperately), but boy, he does love the look of you with nothing on but some honey or sweet cream drizzled over your nipples or down the center of your torso, just ready for him to lick it all off of you.

Ignatz - a huge fan of maid outfits; having come from a merchant family, while he may have had a nanny or tutor, a traditional maid is something exotic and luxurious to him. He's fascinated by all the little details of how the frills accent every part of you that he admires, his hand warm as it slides up your stocking-clad thigh beneath your skirt.

Hubert - also can definitely appreciate a maid outfit, though for him it's more about those delightful power dynamics he loves to play with. Even better though is to have you in a collar, preferably one he hand selected for you, one with a little ring on the front that he can use to direct and guide you. Really though, anything you choose to wear specifically because you think he'd like it will have him devouring you with his eyes and hands.

Ferdinand - in the bedroom, he's quite open minded, and would love to select some luxurious lingerie for you; however, it's far more fun to tease him by wearing something out in public that's just a little too tempting for comfort- a dress with just-too-low of a neckline, tantalizing him with the curve of your breasts. Breeches that hug your ass far too perfectly. It makes his pulse race and his face redden at the very sight.

Linhardt - Lin is a man who deeply focuses on whatever's caught his attention, so he's more than happy to take his time with you in bed. As such, while he'll grumble at first about the extra effort, he actually quite likes complicated, strappy sets of lingerie so he can savor removing it from you piece by piece. The slow and meticulous way he obsesses over each inch of you as it's revealed to him almost becomes unbearably sensual and intimate.

Caspar - whatever you're wearing, he just loves to watch it come off. It's not that he's rushing (okay, sometimes he's rushing), but more than it's just so sexy to see you tug your shirt over your head and reveal your beautiful breasts, or bend over so he can watch your ass and hips as you tug down your pants. It just drives him wild with anticipation, he can't wait to carry you into his bed.

Seteth - listen, I feel like the Nabateans had to have some kind of erotic wedding-night attire. Something pseudo-ceremonial in draping white fabric that's paradoxically sinful to behold. So when you find an illustration in a dusty old book in the Abyss and commission a similar garment to wear to surprise Seteth after a long day of work? Goddess, he's lost. It's going to be a long night.

Jeritza - he never knew it until you, but he's actually weak to all sorts of outfits and aesthetics. Sweet cream or syrup down your body for him to lick up? Obsessed. Frilly, feminine underthings for him to literally tear off of you? Divine. But his favorite is to have you panting and whimpering beneath him in your normal every-day attire that's been pulled open, tugged out of the way, a wrinkled mess from the frenzy of him just needing to touch and taste you.

Yuri - while he certainly thinks you look stunning in anything, he's actually not much one for elaborate outfits or costumes. With you, he wants to be able to just see you and adore you. So his absolute favorite is to see you in nothing but a beautiful necklace that he'd selected just for you. In a strange way, being almost naked seems so much more erotic than actually wearing nothing.

Dedue - he absolutely adores seeing you wearing nothing but one of his casual tunics or undershirts, seeing how it dwarfs you by comparison regardless of body type. It's so domestic and sweet and makes him want to pull you close and run his hands under the fabric- and then savor the way his clothes still smell like you the next day.

Felix - He won't say it aloud, but it's obvious from how he stares and how handsy he gets that he's deeply aroused by seeing you in training/workout gear with the fabric of your shirt clinging to your sweat-dewed skin. Sometimes, you look just tempting enough to cut training a bit short to get back to his room together- you're just too distracting.

Dimitri - interestingly, regardless of his state of mind, a feminine and 'princess-y' gown or frilly white bridal lingerie really do it for him. On better days, it feels traditionally romantic in a way that makes him feel so intimately close to you. During his more 'chaotic' stage, he wants to tear the flimsy fabric off of you and ravage you.

Ashe - he's big into the sorts of things he would stumble into lavish descriptions of in romantic novels, blushing but still guiltily reading with rapt attention- decorative corsets and especially clingy thigh-high stockings with garters. It's so romantic and impractical in a way that only enhances the fantasy for him.

Sylvain - it's tempting to just leave it at "any and everything" with a guy like him, and that is more or less true. Sylvain is a man of broad and varied tastes. That said, he's particularly fond of seeing you in the Garreg Mach uniform, the skirt rolled short and shirt buttoned low. Having you like this fulfills all sorts of fantasies he'd had during his school days, and he just loves teasing you about being such a naughty student.

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