#embroidery set of lingerie

[angelztribe]

Chantal Thomass vintage set on angelztribe ❧

[bboricha]

happy birthday ayato💞

➳ pairings: arranged marriage!kamisato ayato x virgin wife fem!reader ➳ wc: 1.8k ➳ cw: not proofread, fingering, squirting, unprotected, breeding if u squint, marking, mentions of "traditional" wife roles, arranged marriage, size kink if u squint, lmk if i've missed any! ➳ synopsis: you married the yashiro commissioner a little less than a year ago.

it was arranged, of course. you were always told ever since you were a kid that it would be your duty to get married and to be a good wife for your husband, taking lessons on embroidery, cooking, cleaning, and even more—you were prepared for marriage, but it seems ayato didn’t share the same sentiment.

when you first got married to him, he never showed any sign of displeasure, nor did he actually resist this arrangement. but he also never acted like a husband towards you. you didn’t even consummate your marriage! you remember that night so vividly, you were waiting in your room after your wedding ceremony, dolled up with beautiful lingerie to match, but he never showed up. you waited and waited even until the sun had risen, and it was only then did the tears come out of humiliation. his message was obvious and you weren’t one to ignore what he was saying, but you also didn’t want to create a bad relationship between you two.

despite the shame you felt, you bit your tongue and tried to at least be civil with him. it’s not as if he was actually mean to you, he just had no interest in actually making your marriage feel… well, like a marriage. and you knew that, you knew that all too well, but it was the moments when he would wipe the sweat off your brow after you helped thoma clean the estate, when you would bring him a coffee at night while he was still hard at work and he would ask you to join him for a little break—it was the little things that he did that make your heart flutter despite there being no romantic intent behind his words and actions. and so you, perhaps stupidly, ended up falling for him. it gave you hope that maybe you can make your marriage into a real one.

so when his birthday came around this year, you were determined to do something special for him. it was the least you could do, especially considering that he saw it in him to do something for yours as well, even if it was just a gift (although expensive), you were still touched. it would only be right of you to do something for him, right? asking thoma and ayaka to assist, you made sure his schedule would be clear for the day. making him only his favorite foods and his favorite boba, taking him to ritou to show him a new bookstore you thought he’d like, ending the day by taking him to a hotel you’ve booked for the night and giving your gift to him.

you both sat on the tatami floor as you pulled out the special shogi set you’ve commissioned just for him. you knew how much he enjoyed playing shogi—even if he does play most of the time with his back facing the board—you thought that he’d appreciate a nicer shogi set than the one he’s been using. he traces his hand against the pearly white pieces, accented with a touch of blue, and he smiles fondly. you’re just so sweet to him. a good wife, all for him. he just has to reward your behavior, doesn’t he?

he reaches out to you, pushing a strand of hair out of your face and you blush in response. he chuckles a bit, you’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you? he pulls you in for a kiss, the first once since the two of you have gotten married, and you already feel your head getting a little foggy. you can feel his tongue prodding at your lips and you let him in, feeling his soft lips get hotter and hotter with each kiss. he pulls away momentarily before lifting you up, bringing you to the king sized bed. he trails kissing along your neck to your exposed collarbone, leaving a few marks along the way as your breathing begins to get heavy. he gets rid of your pesky kimono, baring your body to him as he takes in the sight. it was truly unfortunate that he had to be so stubborn in the earlier stages of your marriage—if only he got to see this sight sooner, maybe you would’ve been pregnant by now with the heir to the kamisato clan. 

you whine for him to continue kissing you and he obliges, playing with your breast as he rolls your nipple against his gloved fingers. he pulls away again, removing his gloves with his teeth and promptly presses his lips against yours, massaging his bare hand across your stomach, towards your cunt. you jump in surprise when you feel his calloused fingers against your clit, softly rubbing figure eights.

“tell me,” he says in between kisses, his voice quiet, “what is it that you want me to do…?” he watches as your eyes widen at the question, your hand tugging at his jacket.

“i’m yours, so…” you avert your eyes, embarrassed by what you’re about to say next, “please do as you like…” he smiles at your obedience, completely satisfied by your answer. he couldn’t have a wife more perfect than you, and it was about time he rewarded your patience.

he presses his fingers on your entrance, feeling how wet you became with just a few kisses. it was wrong of him, he supposes, to keep you waiting for so long. but it’s alright, he’ll make it up to you tonight. he pushes a finger in as it slides in easily and you moan, it’s just one finger, but it’s already more than what you’ve been doing to yourself for the past several months, you can just imagine how he would feel inside you entirely. he takes your other nipple into his mouth and pops in another finger, caressing them skillfully against your walls and you cum. you’re shocked, embarrassed, even. because yes, you are a virgin, but you’ve also never came with just penetration before, let alone this quickly, but ayato seems to have other thoughts. he feels the last bit of his chivalrous nature snap when he saw you cum just from two of his fingers and he needs to take you now. 

he makes quick work of his clothes and tosses them somewhere on the floor of your hotel room, discarded and forgotten. you feel his head prodding at your hole and you’re surprised by the sheer size of his length. you were simultaneously scared and needy—you’ve never taken in anything more than two or three of your own tiny, thin fingers—you weren’t quite sure how ayato was planning on fitting inside of you. he sees your hesitation and worries, and god, you’re just so adorable, it was turning him on even more. he just wants to absolutely ruin you, to make sure you check out tomorrow morning with his seed deeply sowed in you, dripping out onto your thighs as you squeeze them together to keep it inside of you.

he kisses your temple gently, telling you to not worry, that he’ll take care of you as he pushes his cock in slowly, making you focus even more on the stretch. when he bottoms out, you feel so, so full, and you’re just so sensitive, considering you came not too long ago. he groans against the crook of your neck at how tight you are, fitting around him like a glove. you’re just absolutely perfect for him, the way you hug his cock so nicely, he’s sure to get addicted. he’s just concerned that one night at this hotel might not be enough.

he begins thrusting into you, his strokes long, fast, and hard, making you moan so loud that the entire floor is bound to hear you. he always wondered what kind of noises you would’ve made, and they truly don’t compare to the real thing. he ponders on his regrets again before putting his attention back on you, moving to lick and suckle at any part of your body, throwing in a couple of bites here and there to mark you up officially as his. marks that he will have to remake every couple of days to make sure that they’ll always be there, always claiming you as his. he hits one specific spot that has stars swimming before your eyes, making you tighten against his cock, leaving a creamy white ring around him. he smirks, focusing his ministrations there and letting his hand roam towards your puffy clit, abusing the tiny nub as you’re brought to your second orgasm of the night, squirting slick against ayato’s abdomen.

you’re ashamed, thinking you’ve wet yourself as you go to cover your face with your hand, pushing ayato away with the other as he coos at you, telling you that it was cute, to not worry as he pushes your chest towards the bedding, raising your ass instead so he can enter from behind. he grabs your arms, pulling on them as he resumes thrusting into you, hitting even deeper than before and you can’t help but cry. it’s so, so much for your tiny, messy cunt that you’re just so overwhelmed by this new sensation, but it’s also so… so good. your head is spinning and ayato lets go of your arms, letting you fall onto the bed as he hugs your tiny frame from behind, feeling his toned chest flush against your back. it’s so intimate this way—never would you have imagined when you first got married to him that you both would be in this position now. his thrusts are getting erratic and he pushes a hand on your lower back, making your arch at an angle that allows the head of his length to kiss the tip of your womb with each thrust perfectly.

“i’m close,” he says breathily into your ear as you take a moment to process that he’s said something.

“w—wait—” you try to speak up, but suddenly he stills, his cock fully submerged as you feel something warm flooding inside you.

“we’re a married couple,” he reminds you, “shouldn’t this be the only way?”

after a few moments, he pulls out, some of his seed spilling out of you much to his displeasure as he turns you around, plunging his fingers in to fuck his cum inside of you and you scream. a taut knot quickly forms in your lower stomach and is just as quick to snap as you cum all over his hand. when he doesn’t take them out immediately, you gently push at his wrist and try to pull yourself away from him in hopes for a little bit of rest, but to no avail. he cages you against the wall, pushing in his already hardened cock again as he whispers something into your ear, but you’re too far gone to catch what he’s saying.

➳ an: what did he say? 👁

[coryosmin]

fem reader sending lingerie pics and coriolanus zooms in and breathes out, "is that my name on the waistband and sure enough, it says, coryo's in pretty white embroidery.

yes. just yes bro.

nsfw | mdni | coryo x fem!reader

when coryo’s phone buzzed while he was typing on his computer in his office, he glanced at the notification to see that you had texted him a few photos. he stopped what he was doing, grabbing his phone and opening it up. he pressed on the notification, his eyes meeting your beautiful form.

you were dressed in a red lingerie set with embroidered flowers on it. coryo let out a small sigh, smirking to himself as he looked at your beautiful form. but as he looked at the picture, he could see white on the red waistband of your lace panties. he zoomed in on the photo, furrowing his eyes as he made out what the white was. and to his surprise it said “c.s.” on the waistband. coryo groaned softly to himself, feeling his cock hardening even more than it had originally gotten.

coryo: are those my initials i see?

you: indeed they are. do you like?

coryo: i love them, baby.

after sending that text message, coryo had gone to the bathroom at his office, locking the stall door before taking his cock out and snapping a picture of it.

coryo has sent an attachment.

coryo: perhaps you should make a video of yourself for me, yeah?

it was safe to say that you did exactly that. and coryo could not wait until after work to relieve himself. because you were branding yourself as his. and god, that did so much for him.

[00angelyoon]

you were his favourite girl, baking him a cake so pretty and all

you had decided to wear his favourite dress of yours a maxi dress that loosely hugged the curve of your waist with flower embroidery that had a cleavage just how he likes it, wearing your pretty curls naturally just how he likes it, he could see your white lacy bra strap with bows (his favourite lingerie set) just how he likes it and you did your makeup just how he likes it.

teaser for 100 followers special (guess which member this is for)

[kwanisms]

Kinkuary 03 Jeonghan — somnophilia // lingerie

➥ idol!Jeonghan × non idol!Reader summary: Jeonghan and Y/N have a nonverbal form of communicating consent for their shared somnophilia kink. Y/N wears lingerie if she wants him to fuck her in her sleep which Jeonghan is always down for. wc: 1.4k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, sexual content (minors dni!): jeonghan has a lingerie kink, unprotected sex (use protection!), sensual massage, somnophilia (sex while one party is sleeping. they've established a form of consensual communication), sleepy sex, jeonghan cums on the reader's ass, slight hair pulling, a little praise and some pet names (angel, sweetheart, honey, baby) Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy Seventeen taglist: @aikisbbq @95cheols @drunk-on-dk @niktwazny303 MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Join the taglist!

a/n: somnophilia is one of my favorite kinks to read but I've never written it so I'm glad I decided to try it out. The idea of my partner using me while I'm sleeping or possibly even waking me up by fucking me is so hot and so underrated for real. As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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Somnophilia, the desire to have sex with an unconscious, sleeping or comatose person who is unable to respond.

Not exactly everyone’s cup of tea, but it certainly was yours. And lucky for you, it was also your boyfriend’s.

The first time you mentioned your interest in the kink, Jeonghan’s interest was piqued immediately, asking many questions to learn more about your kink. As you explained the fantasy of being used while you were asleep, you noticed Jeonghan was just as into the idea as you were.

Of course, nothing could happen without consent and there laid a problem. How would you consent to him using you while you slept? Jeonghan came up with the perfect solution. Lingerie.

Your boyfriend made it known early on that he loved lingerie. You could count the times you had sex completely bare on one hand. The rest of the time had been in the comfort of your shared bedroom, you donned in lace sets he purchased just for you.

“So if I want to be used in my sleep, I just wear this?” You asked, holding up the newest set Jeonghan had purchased for you during his trip to Paris fashion week. He nodded eagerly, smiling widely. “Precisely,” he answered, watching as you inspected the material.

It was a beautiful three piece set. A bra, panty, and garter belt set, all black mesh and lace with pink floral embroidery. You glanced back up at him. “Okay,” you answered simply, mirroring his smile. Jeonghan leaned across the sofa, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

It was an unorthodox system but it worked for the both of you. You got what you wanted and your boyfriend got what he wanted. It was a win-win situation.

Jeonghan seemed to think so when he arrived home late one night from practice to find you passed out in your shard bed, covers resting around your thighs and the black set on full display.

Practice had been particularly rough that day, no one seemed to want to be there and they all agreed their heads weren’t in the right space. Despite that, each one of them persevered through it, managing to get through the day.

You’d sent words of encouragement and support to Jeonghan through KKT throughout the day and if he was being honest, he wasn’t sure he’d make it through without your constant support.

So when he came home to find you wearing the black set, it was like a dream come true.

Jeonghan decided to clean up before joining you in bed, undressing and getting into the shower. 

Once done in the shower and dried, Jeonghan finally entered the bedroom and climbed into bed, pulling back the covers and slipping under them.

He rolled over to look at you, watching the way you mumbled sleepily and shifted, bringing your knee up a little higher and showing off the curve of your ass unintentionally.

Jeonghan scooted closer, propping himself up on one elbow and reaching over slowly to brush your hair back a little. His thumb traced the curve of your cheek before moving down to toy with the black mesh of your lingerie.

His eyes continued to wander, his hand following the same path slowly until his hand was resting on the small of your back. His eyes moved back up, looking at your face and making sure you were still deep in slumber before he moved his hand again, smoothing over your ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

You moaned in your sleep, pressing back against Jeonghan’s hand. 

Jeonghan smiled, his free hand moving down to press against his hardening cock. 

The hand on your body continued to slowly massage, gripping and smoothing over the exposed skin while he continued to palm himself through his pants.

Sitting up carefully, Jeonghan moved the blanket back and shifted, pushing your legs aside to make space enough for him to settle between your thighs.

Both of his hands moved, fingers skimming up your thighs, stopping to rest on your ass before he hooked his fingers under the material of your panties and slowly pulled them down, discarding them quickly.

Even though you were deep in your sleep, Jeonghan could see that his touches and massaging had its intended effect on you and you were wet.

“I’ve barely touched you, baby,” he muttered under his breath, bringing two fingers to toy with your entrance, dropping down to find your clit and draw slow circles.

His other hand pushed his sweats and underwear down, freeing his cock as he scooted closer, pushing his fingers into your heat, pulling a moan from your sleeping form.

Jeonghan pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, cleaning them of your arousal before spitting into his hand and spreading it along his length.

He positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance and pushed into you, letting out a low groan at the way your walls hugged him as he bottomed out, hips flush with your ass.

“Shit, Y/N,” he whispered, not wanting to wake you with his voice. “You feel so good, baby.”

Pulling back slightly, Jeonghan thrust forward slowly, testing the waters and seeing just how deep in your slumber you were. When you didn’t react he kept going, thrusting a little harder.

Not wanting to hold you too tightly, he placed his hands on the mattress on either side of your hips and continued to thrust into you.

Your body jostled on the bed, soft gasps leaving your lips.

Jeonghan let out a low moan, hips faltering for just a moment before regaining his composure, feeling you start to stir under him.

“H-Hannie?” Your voice called out softly.

Jeonghan leaned over, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “Shh baby,” he replied just as softly. “Go back to sleep.”

“Mmm,” you murmured. “F-feels s-so good.”

“I know, baby,” Jeonghan answered, one of his hands moving to comb through your hair, fingers gripping the hair at the base of your head. “You feel so good, too,” he whispered.

“Don’t stop,” you gasped, fingers digging into the sheets, bracing yourself from the sharp snap of Jeonghan’s hips against your ass.

“Shh,” he whispered. “Be good for me. Relax and go back to sleep, angel,” Jeonghan moaned in your ear, tugging gently on your hair.

You let out a whine at the sensation, eyes shutting as you tried to do as he said. 

You really wanted to go back to sleep, exhausted from being woken up so late but the pleasure you were feeling was stronger than your will to go to sleep, so you just laid still for your boyfriend, eyes shut as you gasped and whined with each thrust.

“Good girl,” Jeonghan groaned, his thrusts growing more frantic as he chased his high. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

You moaned out your boyfriend’s name, walls squeezing him as your own orgasm rolled over you. Jeonghan wasn’t far behind you, pulling out of you just in time to release on your ass, moaning out your name.

“Shit,” he huffed, sitting back on his heels. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he said sheepishly as he watched his cum slowly roll down the skin of your ass and drip onto your cunt. “I made a mess all over you.”

“S’okay, Hannie,” you murmured, cheek pressed against your pillow. “I’ll clean you up, honey,” he answered, climbing off the bed. “No, it’s okay!” You protested but he was in the bathroom and back with a warm, wet washcloth before you knew it.

“I’d feel horrible if you went to sleep all sticky,” he added as he wiped inside your thighs and ass clean. “I don’t mind,” you mumbled, making him chuckle.

“You’d mind in the morning,” he retorted and you realized he was absolutely right.

“Yeah,” you answered. “But I could always shower in the morning,” you added.

“Yeah, you could,” Jeonghan said with a chuckle as he finished wiping you clean.

“Let’s do that then,” he continued. “Let’s take a shower in the morning but for now, go back to sleep, honey,” he added, leaning over to press a kiss to your hair.

“Mmm, okay,” you murmured as he pulled the covers over you. He discarded the used towel in the hamper in the bathroom before joining you under the covers, smiling as you snuggled into him, burying your face in his chest.

“Goodnight, Hannie,” you whispered as he pulled you tight against him.

“Hmm, goodnight, angel.”

[angelztribe]

[kiestrokes]

ATEEZ Fave Lingerie Colors | NSFW

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

Sexually Explicit Content: mentions of undergarments, duh 🤪

🗝️ Note: am I cheating and posting ATEEZ first? yes. thank you for the ask drift partner 😘 @chans-room

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

Hwa - hear me out a metallic silver set, something a little futuristic looking.

HJ - this man is down for that one vibrant yellow set, a gauzy baby doll top with a fur trim. He is in love.

Yunho - don’t hate me for this, Yunho’s fave lingerie is someone in his oversized button up, and cotton underwear with cute design.

Yeo - a classic black set with lots of lace and tiny bows

San - deep plum purple, with lots of layers for him to remove. Not lace but sheer panels.

Mingi - a vibrant dark cobalt blue set, he is also into all the layers, the garters, the belts, etc. toss in some fishnets too.

Woo - oh my little sag bby, a black set, but a bodysuit with sheer panels and embroidery over the nipples. With his fave hoodie on top.

Jongho - baby bear likes red, a vivid red teddy that is silky vs. all the others preferences of sheer and lace separates.

© COPYRIGHT 2023 by kiestrokes All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.

[forlorn-crows]

Mountain getting fucked in pretty lingerie, but only waist down :) Garter belt and stockings, flower pattern lace. His chest decorated with hickeys. Him blushing like the freshly blooming flowerbuds in his garden. Sweat glistening on him like morning dew getting hit by the sun. Just letting you think about that :)

yeah i'm thinking about it. in tandem with @media-nocte's tidbit about "tall stockings, real silk, Mountain WOULD NOT wear polyester nylon. Are they stay ups or maybe he needs a garter? The choice is yours" and @riverghoulsworld's ask for "Mountain getting princessed the way he does for everyone else".

morning dew, you say?

“Should get you under me more often if it gets you to look like this.” Warm hands drift over the silk stockings adorning Mountain’s long legs, fingertips playing with the lacy trim at the top hem. The stockings, reaching all the way up to his mid thighs, are held up by a garter belt slung low on his hips. It’s adorned with leafy embroidery, bright magenta appliques that frame his groin in little triangles of lace. The socks are the same purple, a perfect hue to bring out the olive undertones in his freckled skin. The matching set brings an air of grace to the earth ghoul’s otherwise gangly limbs, softening their edges and making him look almost delicate beneath Dew. 

The fire ghoul hooks a nail under the garters, snapping the ribbon gently. 

“You know I wouldn’t say no, if you asked,” the earth ghoul rumbles. He rubs one of his calves against Dew’s thigh, caressing, indulging in the satisfying, yet grounding feeling. Dew snaps the elastic at the top of the stocking too, just for good measure. It makes Mountain’s breath hitch, re-ignites that nervous flutter in his belly, all too intoxicating. 

“Hm. You’re blushing,” Dew comments, smoothing his hand under the opposite leg and grabbing at the meat of Mountain’s thigh. Shifting him gently. His flush darkens at being called out, the saturation almost matching that of the bright magenta silk, or that of the dozens of marks that litter his chest where Dew sucked, kissed, and bit. 

“Cute.” It’s a warm compliment rather than a tease. "This is a good color on you, you know." Dew skims his hand further up the underside of Mountain's thigh, nearing closer to his ass. The other hand abandons the hem of the stocking to travel up the line of the garter strap, migrating towards the belt and hovering just to the right of Mountain's ruddy cock. It kicks at the proximity of Dew's hand, a little bead of precum welling up from the slit. He bites his lip, watches it drip out. 

"Fuck, please fire lilly," Mountain gasps.

"Ask me?" Dew says in a quiet voice. His fingertips trail closer to where he really wants it, dancing along the appliques just above his dick. "I like when you ask," he says with a small smile.

"Hah—will you—" He takes a shaky breath. "—will you fuck me, please?" Mountain looks up at him, a twinkle in those begging puppy dog eyes.

Dew presses a kiss to his bent knee and eases it over his shoulder. "Absolutely." He runs the flat of his palm down Mountain's cock, making a pleased noise when it throbs under his hand. But he keeps going, tucking under the opposite leg and hiking that one over the corresponding shoulder. He sinks down onto his belly, eyeing the earth ghoul with a coy smile all the way down. Dew licks his lips, tantalizing and slow. 

"Yeah," Mountain breathes, craning onto his elbows to watch Dew close the gap between his mouth and his hole. "Yeah, your mouth—please, oh." His head thumps back onto the mattress, sentence dissolving into a soft feminine moan as Dew licks across his rim. His tongue is hot, just like every part of him, smoothing over his hole with a wet warmth unique only to Dew. He wastes no time, dipping the tip inside, carving space for himself. The earth ghoul keens, curling his stocking-clad toes against Dew's ribs.

The fire ghoul huffs a laugh against him. "Watch the feet. Tickles."

“Sorry,” the word breaks into a whine when that hot tongue dips back inside, swirling and prodding. He continues to wring little noises out of him—sounds just as small as Dew manages to make the big earth ghoul feel. Delicate. Soft. 

Mountain’s wringing his hands into the sheets in less than three minutes, smushing his cheek into the pillow while his slack mouth threatens to let loose a line of drool. His thighs start to shake when Dew really goes for it, pressing his nose into his taint and pressing his tongue in as far as it’ll go. Mountain can feel the curl of a smile in his lips when he hums against him on purpose, just to make him throb. 

Dew pulls back, giving his hole one last tease before giving the side of his thigh a smack. “Alright, ass up, princess.”

Mountain barks out a laugh at the demand. “Okay, sir.” 

Dew shimmies out from between his legs so the earth ghoul can flip onto his stomach. Mountain slowly lifts his hips into the air, peeking over his shoulder and wiggling his ass at the fire ghoul. With his thighs pressing neatly together, his ass and legs make the vaguest heart shape. Dew can’t resist the silhouette, grabbing his hips and yanking them further into the air with a playful growl. 

Mountain gasps, head dropping back down to the bed and tail lifting to grant Dew better access. 

“Fuck, Mount,” he groans. He traces around the still spit-slick hole with one finger. “Even better from this angle.” He presses inside, just up to the first knuckle. Watches the way the ring of muscle constricts around him, beckons him further. 

Dew places a warm hand on his lower back while he works him open, heat radiating into his muscles and helping to relax him to the stretch of Dew’s fingers. It’s lazy, indulgent; there’s no rush to his ministrations, despite the slightly desperate way Mountain ends up fucking himself back onto the digits once he’s full of them, precum no doubt staining the fronts of his stockings. 

When they’re ready, Mountain lets Dew guide him to the right height, pressing his chest further into the mattress and lengthening out his legs. The fire ghoul runs his hands down the back of them appreciatively, tops of the thighs down to the backs of his heels. Mountain groans fully into the sheets, one heel twitching up as if to follow his hand.

Dew’s own cock kicks in his hand at the sound, wringing a twin groan from his throat. “Satanas, you're so gorgeous.” He jerks himself a little, pressing the tip against his hole. “So, so hot.”

“Please,” Mountain whines. “Come on, you’re right there, fire lily.”

Dew huffs a laugh. “I know, just—” He presses the head in, easing the rest of his length in with one slow, measured movement. They shudder in tandem when he bottoms out, sighing out held breaths. 

“Feel s’ good,” Mountain mumbles against the sheets. 

“Yeah,” Dew breathes. “Yeah, it really does.” He drapes himself over Moutain’s back, slipping his arms around his middle and pressing the side of his face into the flat space between his shoulders. He grinds a little, once, twice, delicious heat seeping into the earth ghoul’s very bones. 

“Hn,” Mountain keens. “Oh, Dew, fuck.” The flutter in his belly returns and mixes with the ache between his legs. 

Dew allows himself a full bodied moan into his skin. He twists his fingers into the waistband of the garter belt, tugging a little as he thrusts in earnest. “Shit,” he hisses. He pulls almost all the way out, thrusts back in. “Shit, that’s it.” 

“Please,” Mountain says in the smallest voice, thighs starting to shake again.

“I’ve got you, gonna make you feel as good as you look, Mount.”

[604to647]

The Mando Roll

(A Safest with You Valentine’s Day Special)

1.6K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: You and Din have a low-key Valentine’s Day.

Warning: None! Mainly fluffy although things get suggestive, lingerie, impractical boxing attire, new/established relationship, pet names as usual (Pretty bird, baby, etc.), description of and made up boxing moves by a person that knows nothing about boxing (me)

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, my loves! (If you celebrate that is, otherwise Happy Wednesday!) Can be set anytime after Ch. 10 "The Afterglow", or in any future year of the relationship. Don't worry if you don’t read Safest with You - you can read this on its own, just know that Din used to be a boxer when he was younger and now he’s a retired mob enforcer that owns a boxing gym 🥊Kisses to you all! 😘

Series Masterlist

Reaching into the oven with both mitts, you pull out the pie and inspect it before setting it on the cooling rack.  Once you’ve satisfied yourself with the golden-brown colour of the crust and confirmed your heart shaped cutouts on the top crust have maintained their shape, you take off your apron to get ready to go.

With this year’s Valentine’s Day falling in the middle of the week, you and Din agreed not to do anything extravagant as you both needed to work most of the day.  Committing to celebrating in a lowkey manner, you also agreed that no money would be spend on gifts, but you were each allowed to ask the other person for one present.

Din had asked for a cherry pie.  You love that Din has a sweet tooth and try to indulge it as often as you can; while prepping the dough and organizing the ingredients for the pie filling the previous evening, you had baked some extra strawberry strudels to bring to him today as well.  You figured if you said they were for the gym and he would have to share them, it wouldn’t technically break the one gift rule.

After you and Din had enjoyed a quick but delicious meal that you picked up on your way over after work, he headed back downstairs to the gym for the closing shift, and you had begun your work on his pie.  You’re fairly pleased that the baking of the pie has been perfectly timed to the closing of the gym, so you don’t have to wait any longer before meeting Din and collecting your present.

Dressed in your own custom set of Mando’s warm up gear, you head downstairs.  The grey zip up jacket and tear away pants with ‘Mando’s Gym’ emblazoned on the back are the same as the ones the boxers from the gym wear, save for the embroidery on the front that reads “Alfredo’s Mom”; Din had given it to you earlier in the week, saying it was technically part of the one gift you asked for so it didn’t break any rules.  You had decided to let it slide since you already knew you were baking the extra strudels, but you had a sneaking suspicion that Din wasn’t going to stick with the one present/no money rule, and you had been right.  Working on your laptop, chipping away at your inbox, you were delighted when a gorgeous bouquet of peonies had arrived at your office; a breathtaking arrangement made up of three different shades of pink that put the flowers you had received from the girls earlier in the day to shame.  The card simply said, “To my pretty bird” but you knew who it was from.  You love flowers, and Din knows this, so you weren’t upset with the extra gift, but you knew you had to even it up with a sneaky present of your own.

Din is waiting for you in the empty gym, sitting on the edge of the boxing ring, flashing you his devilishly handsome smile, “Are you ready, pretty bird?”  Nodding, you jog over to him and mime a few punches, making him laugh.  When Din had asked you what you wanted for Valentine’s Day, without missing a beat you had said, “Teach me the Mando Roll.”  Multiple people have mentioned it to you as the boxing move that Din had made famous during his career, and even though you’re still a novice when it comes to all things boxing, you’ve had a deep longing to know this particular move better; to intimate yourself with this thing that’s so closely associated with Din. 

Din gently and lovingly wraps your hands and helps you put your gloves on; it takes longer than you think it should because he keeps stopping to kiss your hands, “Is this how you wrap all of your boxers’ hands?” you tease. 

“Maybe,” Din shoots back with a grin.

“Making me jealous.  Remind me to have little chat with Jimmy,” you counter right back, grinning big.

Helping you up into the ring, Din starts you off with a few light drills to get you used to him calling out the punches.  Right hook, jab, jab, jab, cross punch, left hook, upper cut, upper cut, jab, left hook, right hook, cross punch.  Every time your gloves make contact with the pads he’s holding up, he praises you, encourages you to hit harder and when you do, he calls out “Good girl!”  Your heart explodes with affection and you get warm all over.  After the punches, he teaches you the basic defense moves: slipping, bobbing and weaving.  When he accidentally makes contact with your head with the side of his pad when you don’t duck fast enough, your training session is temporarily put on pause for him to lovingly dispense hugs and kisses to your head.

“You do this to your other boxer too, coach?” you joke.

“Maybe,” Din smiles wide, glad you’re not hurt.

“Ok, I’m poisoning their muffins next week,” you scrunch up your face in mock fury.  Adorable, thinks Din.

Finally, it’s time for the Mando Roll.  The Mando Roll was a move Din would use to tire out his opponent while simultaneously disorienting them into not knowing if they were on the offensive or defensive.  He would deploy it when the opposing boxer was on the offensive; Din would bob and weave, alternating outside and inside bobs, evading his attacker’s punches, and once his opponent thought he could predict where Din would emerge, Din would punctuate that weave with a powerful punch.  Any punch would do but Din tended to favour a hard cross punch.  You practice this sequence slowed down: you bobbing and weaving under Din’s outstretched arm, then at a time of your choosing, adding in a hit when you pop up.  On your fourth go around, you clip Din in the chin with an uppercut and he deems you ready to try it in real time, a devilish glint in his eye.  You decide this is a good time to even the odds and give Din his secret present all at once. 

“Hang on, it’s hot,” you breathe and start unzipping your Mando’s jacket.  When you take it off, Din’s jaw goes slack – no t-shirt underneath, you wearing only a pink and peach satin and lace bralette, perfectly molded to your tits while showing off your soft curves.  In the front, there’s a big pink bow in the centre, completing the picture of you wrapped up like a present, ready to be gifted.  You smirk at him and his drooling as you slowly tear away the Mando’s gym pants, revealing a matching pair of lace trimmed shorts.

“There,” you exhale in a dramatic manner, “much cooler.”

“Doesn’t feel cooler,” mutters Din.

You tap your gloves together, bouncing on the balls of your feet, “Okay, let’s go.” Din has to bite down on his lip to keep his tongue from rolling out of his mouth as he stares at your jiggling breasts.

Boxing is fun, you giggle as you watch Din try to keep it together.

Swing.  Duck.  “You’re not fighting fair, pretty bird.”

Inside bob. “You’re a nine-time weight division champion.  I have to use what assets I have to even the playing field.”

Jab.  Duck.  Outside bob.  “Your assets are distracting.  They’re playing dirty.”

To this, you shift your weight from one foot to the other, side to side, making sure your tits and ass sway along with your body.   Din audibly groans, “Keep you hands up, baby.”

You put your gloves up as you and Din circle each other, dancing, “I thought you might consider this a gift.”

Cross punch.  Duck.  Inside bob.  “You’re only allowed one gift, baby, and you baked me a pie.”

You duck Din’s lightening fast jab and when you bob to the outside you attempt an uppercut that Din slips easily, “You sent me flowers!”

Swing.  Duck.  Inside bob. “You brought those strawberry strudels, sweetheart.  You broke the rules, too.”

Jab.  Duck.  Outside bob. “You broke them first when you gave me the personalized warm up suit.”  Cross punch.  Duck.  “Which I love, by the way.  Thank you, Din.”

Inside bob. “My pleasure, pretty bird.  You look good in Mando’s gear.”   

Jab. “Don’t I look good out of Mando’s gear, too?”

Duck. “You know you do, baby.”

When you go to bob to the outside again, one of the straps of your bralette starts to slip down your arm, pulling the flimsy triangle cup along with it.  Din, captivated by the downwards journey of the fabric and what it’s revealing of your breast, doesn’t notice that you pair this last weave with a cross punch and it stuns him when your glove lands right on his jaw.

“Din!!!” you cry as he staggers back, scrambling over to him and throwing your gloved hands around his head to look at where you hit him, “I’m so sorry, baby!  Are you okay?”

To your relief, Din is beaming, “You did so good, pretty bird.  A perfect Mando roll.”

You swell with pride at his praise, and lift up onto your tip toes to kiss his lips and then his jaw tenderly, “I have the best teacher.”

Din wraps his arms around you and reaches down to palm your ass over the soft satin, “Happy Valentine’s Day, pretty bird,” done with all the teasing, he descends on your mouth, immediately parting your lips and slipping in to stroke your tongue with his.

Letting out a soft moan, you deepen the kiss by licking hungrily into Din’s mouth, pulling away only when he starts to walk you backwards towards the ropes, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Din.  Are you ready to go upstairs and have some pie?”

“Dessert first, then pie,” grins Din, giving you a spank on your rear.

You squeal, happy, “You got it, coach.”

[mommy-dust]

Hi my name is Copia Emeritus and I have short brown hair that reaches my low-head and a lot of people tell me I remind them of a big ass rat (AN: if u don't know who that is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Dewdrop but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm also a papa, and Im the lead singer in a band called ghost. I'm a satanist (in case you couldn't tell). I love Victoria’s Secret and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black, blue, and gold lingerie set with fancy embroidery and sparkles that said my name. I was walking outside the ministry . It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about so I could go home and feed my rats. A lot of catholicz stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

[starmybrainrot]

BTS members favourite or preferred lingerie/nightwear wore by their partner

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Jin

Simple and elegant. Pure black with golden embroidery, a burgundy bra and panties with a see-through robe on top of it. Something that looks like you’ve walked off a runway or are an ambassador for Victoria’s Secret.

Yoongi

Things that he’s bought for you. He loves the feeling of seeing you in gifts from him. It says “all this is for you. I’m yours.” Above everything, a black set that he got you for White Day. It’s a black bra with lace lining the edges. Same thing goes for the high-waisted thong it came with. The black garter belt rarely has socks attached, but it contours your hips so well that every time you wear it, it drives him mad.

Hobi

Anything but underwear. He finds near-pure nakedness the most attractive thing. Skirts with nothing underneath, fishnets or socks and that’s it. The vulnerability and intimacy that comes along with being almost bare isn’t something he can resist. Probably best you don’t wear anything- he’d tear through it.

Namjoon

Anything cute and simple. Blue pastel lace, white with pink bows in the center of the bra and on the sides of the hips, a sage green rubbed fabric with matching thigh highs. Soft, durable, rewearable. It doesn’t matter how much it shows- he’ll take it off the second he sees it on you.

Jimin

Dramatic. Dark, bold colors, intricate fabrics and embellishments. The kinds of sets that cost $1000 and you only wear one time. Purple lace body suits, black opera gloves, high-waisted and low-neckline mesh. The time that goes into putting them on, the dedication of it, is more attractive than the clothing.

Tae

Babydoll dresses. They’re deceptively innocent. Ivory, black, pale pink. At first glance, it’s just a cute nightgown. But if you look just a second longer, you notice that the torso is almost completely see-through. That is you bend or stretch, even just a bit, everything down there is exposed. Thank god they’re easy to take off.

Jungkook

His. (Not lingerie exactly, but it’s underwear so I’m counting it.) His boxer briefs will forever top any pantries you own. Undressing you is much more fun when there’s more fabric to take off, and the skin-tight shorts shape you in a way that skimpier fabric can’t. Not just that, but every time he sees you in them, he thinks of a few things- firstly, it’s a reminder that you’re in a relationship. He never forgets, but it intensified the realization each time. And secondly, both of your junk has been in the same fabric. That’s only one step away from fucking. And without fail, he’ll take the step.

[gilverrwrites]

Hello, dear! Could you please write something about 2022 Oz with a reader who is insecure about her torso and often chooses to keep her shirt on when they are being intimate? She is particularly shy about her breasts (I don't know if you need this information, but they are kinda large and she doesn't like the shape of them). Doesn't have to be smut, just fluffy comfort! Thank you so much and no pressure at all! ♥️

The Gift

2022!Penguin/Fem!Reader ≈800 words

AN: Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy the fic, and have a wonderful rest of your day. ♥️

Oz comforts you have you confide him that you don't like the most recent gift he bought you. Rated: M

CWs: Body dysmorphia, petnames: doll, implied sexual relationship.

Please remember: You are beautiful, as you are.

The fabric is unbelievably soft between your fingers. A deep regal purple with fine black embroidery, a cute heart-shaped gem set in gold dangles from the cleavage of the bra. It was such a beautiful set, and Oz had looked so chuffed when you’d opened it. So excited to see you in his gift. 

But as you sat at your vanity, preparing for your celebratory night, you just couldn’t bring yourself to put it on. Couldn’t bear the idea of how you would look in it, so exposed. Underwear this delicate wasn’t meant for bodies like yours, at least in your opinion. 

The worst part was knowing Ozzie was waiting for you, eager for a glimpse, and he’d be disappointed either by your refusal to wear it or by the unsightly image he’d have to look at if you did. 

So wrapped in your thoughts, you don’t notice Ozwald entering or the sound of his uneven footsteps, not until you catch the sight of him in the mirror’s reflection. 

“What’s wrong doll?” He asked, concern furrowing his brow. His eyes scan your face before falling to the lingerie clutched in your hands. “You don’t like my gift?” 

“No, I do, they’re beautiful.” You reassure him, you’d always admired his taste. But… “I just don’t think I can wear it.”

“Why not?” He squints his eyes and tilts his head, puzzled, but laughing, trying to lighten the tense mood. “Did I get the wrong size or somethin’?” 

“Not it’s not that either.” You look down, unable to face him, unsure how to approach the conversation from here. The sight of the underwear isn’t helping, so gently place it back in the gift bag. 

“Then what is it?” He leans down, baring his weight on your shoulder for support as he places a kiss to the back of your head. Trying to comfort you as best he can without knowing what is wrong. “Don’t keep me in the dark here, you got me worryin’.” 

“I just…” You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for your confession. It’s hard; to admit your insecurities aloud, especially knowing you’re likely to disappoint Oz in the process. But the alternative feels impossible. “It’ll show too much, I know I won’t feel good in it.” 

“Is that it? That’s why you never wanna take your clothes off when we’re doin' it?” He shakes his head, dismissively, more to himself than you. With a sigh he turns from you, making his way over to the bed. Seated, with the pressure off his bad leg, he looks relieved, until he looks at you. His face turns sombre. He purses his lips, mulling over what he’ll say next. “Look, I ain’t exactly one to judge, you know?” 

He gestures to his scarred lip before patting his plump belly. You hate the implication, that he might be lesser because of his weight, or his scars. Hypocritical, as is human nature. You open your mouth to object, but he stops you, holding his hand up briefly as he begins to talk. 

“I ain’t done. This ain’t about me.” He has a knack for commandeering a conversation without making you feel small or unheard. “If it isn’t obvious, I think you’re beautiful, all of you, flaws an everythin’.” 

He gestures towards you, finally offering you a smile. Your body grows warm, you can’t help but smile, after all this time he still makes you feel coy under his gaze. His words won't heal everything, but they make you feel at ease in the moment. 

“Come sit with me.” He pats his good leg, and you make your way over, wrapping your arms around his neck as you settle on his thigh. A strong hand settles in the curve of your back, keeping you up straight. 

“I didn’t pick those out 'cause I thought they’d make you look good; I think you look good all the time.” Up close you can feel the warmth of his brandy steeped breath on your neck, he presses a kiss to your skin before placing his free hand under your chin, directing you to look at him as he continues. “Drives me crazy, tryin’ to get work done and you’re just there, lookin’ like sex on legs no matter what you’re wearin’.” 

“But if it means that much to ya, we can take ‘em back, you can pick out somethin’ that makes you feel your best.” He leans in, pressing a greedy kiss to your lips. You sigh into him, embracing the familiar feel and taste of him as he slips his hand up to your cheek, using it to guide your face closer. When you eventually pull away, he runs the back of a thick, ringed finger against your skin and asks; “How does that sound?” 

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