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𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 🎀 louis ives x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🎀 taking out the shy boy from the opera takes an unexpected turn, in the best possible way

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 🎀 9.4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🎀 smut (18+ only; penetration, oral sex m receiving), crossdressing/genderbending, louis uses primarily he/him pronouns but is still a genderqueer icon, reader is also gnc (and implied bi), feminization kink, praise kink, shy insecure babby louis is babby, slight d/s dynamic (with subby!louis and dom!reader, obviously)

Louis sighed as he leaned back against the wall, resting the back of his head on the ornate wallpaper with his hands stuffed into his suit pockets.

It was only his first time at the opera, but he liked it much more than he thought he would; so much so that he was a bit anxious for intermission to end so he could get back to it.

Waiting for Henry to finish in the men’s room was, obviously, pretty boring. Louis resorted to people-watching in the lobby to pass the time— mostly it was much older people… in fact it was exclusively much older people. He liked the way they were dressed though: tuxedos, evening gowns, silk shawls and gloves.

His posture straightened when he saw you, for a number of reasons (three, exactly). One, you were significantly closer to his age than anyone else here. Two, you were a pretty girl, in his personal opinion. And three, you were wearing a tailored three-piece suit and tie. Not the overly-curvy cut of a woman’s suit, not a blazer and slacks, this was a straight, slim, two-button jacket and the whole ordeal; even black leather oxford flats of a clearly masculine variety. He’d never seen a girl in a suit like that, he had to squint to look at your face and make sure he hadn’t just mistaken a more feminine man for a woman— but no, the makeup on your face and the feminine curve of your body (which couldn’t even be suppressed by men’s clothing) made it pretty clear you were at least some amount of female. He was impressed; he was intrigued… he was even a little intimidated.

And in a way he hadn’t expected at all, he was attracted to you. Not that being attracted to pretty girls was some kind of massive undertaking, but this was more than that. He was used to the natural draw to a good-looking woman, and to the odd jealousy he felt when he saw a woman wearing something that he wished he could. This was obviously more the reverse: he could wear suits, he was wearing one now, and somehow you seemed a lot more comfortable in yours than he felt in his. In the least perverted way possible, he imagined what kind of undergarments you might have on under that— a lacy bra, pink panties, nylons? Maybe something more practical? What a dream it would be to have something like those on under his suit…

You suddenly glanced his way, and he was so mesmerized by your eyes that he forgot to look away just a few seconds too late. Staring intently down at the floor as if there was anything to look at there, his heart started to beat a little faster as he saw you approaching in his peripheral.

His attempts to act nonchalant, even ignorant, to your presence were… pitiful. He started up and off to the side, as if the corner of the ceiling bore anything of note. You stopped just in front of him, giving him an expectant smirk as he, finally, met your gaze— acting as if he just now noticed you.

“Hey,” you greeted. “What were you staring for?”

“Oh—” he choked, “well, uh—”

“Don’t be scared,” you soothed, “I don’t bite, except when asked nicely.”

“Um,” he stalled, thrown by your slight innuendo. At least, he thought it might be an innuendo based on the sparkle in your eyes, but he was only tangential aware that biting could be a sexual reference. Do people really do that? Does she really do that? “Why are you wearing a suit?” he finally found the courage to ask aloud.

“Do you have a problem with me wearing a suit?” you returned.

“N-no, but, I just can’t see why you’d want to,” he explained. “They’re not especially comfortable. A dress seems more… breathable.”

“For the legs, sure, if it’s a ballgown— but the torso? Way too tight,” you grimaced, “you can feel it on you all the time. Makes it hard to relax.”

He took a mental note of that for later, a detail to help him accurately imagine how it would feel to wear one. You can feel it on you all the time… like a hug! That would be so nice…

“Suits are more fun,” you announced. “I think I look good in them.”

I think you look beautiful in them. “Do people look at you differently when you wear that?” he asked.

“Yeah, I pretend not to notice the rude ones,” you shrugged. “And every once in a while I get the attention of somebody cute, who may or may not stare at me from across the room creepily.”

Louis cleared his throat when he realized you were talking about him. You called him cute! That’s what that was, right? But you also called him creepy. So he wasn’t sure what to think. “I’m sorry,” he stuttered out, but he was smiling a bit from the compliment, which he worried made his apology less sincere.

“It’s alright, I didn’t mind,” you offered, and just as the conversation was really getting interesting, Henry suddenly appeared from the washroom; Louis tried not to show his disappointment so obviously on his face.

“Oh!” Henry smiled as he looked between you and Louis standing in front of each other. “I see you’ve met a lesbian,” he said to Louis.

Louis’ eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to chide Henry for his inappropriateness, but you jumped in first. “I’m not a lesbian, actually,” you corrected, “just progressive.”

Henry spitefully crossed his arms. “What’s the difference?”

“The difference is I like dick,” you explained; Louis was a little stunned by your bluntness, but amused by the way it threw Henry off of his game. “Maybe not exclusively, but…”

“Hmph!” Henry coughed disbelievingly.

“In fact, I was just about to ask your friend out for a coffee sometime,” you informed him, making Louis’ throat suddenly dry.

“I was… just about to do the same,” he bluffed.

Henry rolled his eyes and started to leave, mumbling a few gripes about ‘what’s this world come to?’ and ‘women don’t even wear women’s clothing anymore’, before turning back and looking at Louis with a furrowed brow— like he’d expected the young gentleman to follow him without question. “Come along, Louis,” he instructed.

“I… I’ll join you when I’m finished with my conversation,” Louis replied, puffing his chest up just a bit. Henry was obviously frustrated by Louis standing up to him, and Louis hated that all of this was happening in front of you. A tense silence passed, and when Louis didn’t relent, Henry scoffed and continued on— finally. “I’m… sorry about him,” Louis sighed, looking at you again. “He’s a bit old-fashioned.”

“I get the impression that you are, too,” you noticed, and he was impressed by your perception.

“Well, I suppose that I am, yes,” he agreed, “but more just aesthetically. He can be irritatingly conservative, even concerningly reductive at times. I’m sorry that he called you a lesbian.”

“Oh, it’s not insulting to me,” you assured, “and I’ve been accused of much less accurate things. And, I mean, basically everybody’s parents are irritatingly conservative.”

Louis was confused by the non-sequitur until he realized the nature of your assumption. “Oh! Henry isn’t my father, actually,” he corrected, “my parents, um… they’ve actually passed away.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you sighed.

“It’s alright, that was a long time ago,” he shrugged. “Anyway, Henry is just my roommate. And maybe a bit of a mentor— he’s taking me to the opera, I’d never been to one before.”

“What do you think?” you asked.

“It’s amazing,” he beamed. “The performances and the atmosphere— and I don’t know if getting asked out by pretty girls during intermission is normal, but… I like that part, too.”

You smiled and, right on cue, the lights dimmed and brightened a few times.

“Guess we should go back to our seats,” Louis decided, looking up at the chandeliers for a moment until they’d returned to normal.

“Not before I get your phone number,” you reminded him.

“Right, uh—” he stammered, not sure how to transfer this information until you simply handed him your cellphone with the ‘new contact’ screen open. Yes, that seems like a good way to go about this…

His thumbs were a little shaky as he tried to select the numbers on the tiny keyboard, and he had to go back more than a few times to correct mistakes. However, thankfully, he managed to get it in eventually and hand the device back to you with a smile.

“Alright, I’ll call you later,” you smiled, glancing down at the screen for a second, “Louis.”

Oh goodness, you’d just learned his name from the contact— he’d been so flustered, he forgot to introduce himself. And he didn’t know your name, either. But he didn’t need to; he returned to his seat for the second act feeling like he was floating on a cloud because you were going to call him. And you were going to ask him out for coffee, apparently. This night couldn’t get any better.

He was probably overdressed for a coffee date. But you’d called him cute last time he wore a suit, so he was wearing a suit again if just to chase that high.

He’d arrived unreasonably early and already gotten through a latte— he was probably going to drink too much coffee and end up all jumpy and anxious. Actually, he was pretty jumpy and anxious without any coffee at all. So, more coffee couldn’t hurt too much.

Fifteen minutes before you were due to arrive, he was already looking at the door every time the bell chimed, watching business people come in with briefcases and laptops, couples and friends laughing together. He thought maybe he should go to the bathroom before you got here, but then, what if you came in while he was in the bathroom and didn’t see him so you simply left? Yes, perhaps best to just wait.

Ten minutes before, and he was trying not to bounce his leg while he sat, but he kept doing it without noticing and then suddenly noticing and having to stop himself. He stirred his coffee for no good reason.

Five minutes before, he looked at the door when the bell chimed, like he always did, even though he knew it wasn’t you— and then it was you, finally. His heart skipped a beat when he saw you: you were wearing a dress, a green one with buttons down the front. He was amazed, and envious, that you could look so good in men’s or women’s clothing. Not only that, but the dress had a vintage sort of look to it, and he could just imagine how good the two of you would look together. People on the street and in this cafe were going to see you with him and know that you were on a date… it was thrilling to picture.

He stood up, catching your attention as you smiled at him. Nodding, he grabbed your chair and pulled it out for you until you were close enough to sit down. “Thank you,” you smiled as he pushed it in for you as well before returning to his own seat, “so chivalrous.”

“Well, I try,” he hummed.

Over your first cup of coffee and his third, he learned so much more about you— your family and what it was like to grow up with them, what brought you to New York and what you hoped to accomplish here, your favorite pastimes, your pet peeves…

He tried not to overshare about himself, even though you pressed to know more. I’m just not as interesting as you, he insisted, but you weren’t so easily dissuaded. Really, he was just afraid that if he started talking too much about himself, he’d say too much and say the wrong thing and you’d look at him in that way people did when he said the wrong thing. Really, Louis didn’t like opening up to people very much at all. Maybe part of the reason he got along with Henry so well is that Henry was far too self-absorbed to ask anything too personal about Louis, preventing Louis from sharing the wrong secret and getting that dreaded glare.

When the coffees were depleted, Louis wondered if it was time to go back to his apartment. He didn’t want this to ever end, but he also didn’t want to keep you here longer than you wanted, which were two obviously-opposing goals.

“Maybe I should get back home soon,” he announced aloud, hoping that that ‘maybe’ would leave room for you to say he could stay longer. But he also braced for the possibility that you would tell him he should go, and that this would be the end of your first date. Instead, you said something he didn’t expect.

“Do you mind if I walk with you?” you asked.

He felt his face warming slightly, and hoped you couldn’t see it if he was getting flushed. “I should be the one walking you home,” he noticed.

“Don’t overthink it,” you winked, and he decided that for possibly the first time in his life, he was going to take that advice and not overthink it. Or at least, he was going to try not to.

Hands stuffed in his pockets, Louis followed by your side as the two of you strolled along. The conversation continued, though it drifted away from personal matters and onto books and stories; you seemed impressed that he was a former assistant professor of English, not focusing too much on the former part like most people did. (He was just relieved that you didn’t ask why he’d been let go.)

This was normally a rather long walk, but talking with you made it go by in a blink— in fact, he was even a bit disappointed when he realized you were standing right in front of his building.

"This is me," he informed you as he gestured to the aging brownstone.

"Oh," you smiled, craning your neck to look up at the building.

"That's my window," he pointed upwards.

"Seems like you have a nice view," you noticed.

"Not as nice as the view I have now," he offered as he looked at you, and you playfully rolled your eyes.

"Wow, that's cheesy," you grinned. "Embarrassingly effective, but cheesy. Can I come up?"

It took him a second to realize you were asking to be invited into his apartment. Slightly overwhelmed but not quite stupid enough to let this opportunity pass, he nodded and you followed him to the steps as he opened the front door for you.

A sizable stair-climb later, he guided you into Henry's foyer.

"It's a bit cluttered, but, that's all my roommate's stuff," Louis explained as you stepped inside and looked around.

"He has an eclectic taste," you stated the obvious.

“I sleep in this little spare room here,” he continued, opening the door to it, only to find he’d left it in total disarray with a pair of boxers crumpled on the floor; he made a dash to throw everything out of the way and half-make-up his bed, but you appeared behind him and snorted out a little laugh. “I, uh, didn’t know you were going to come up,” he defended himself.

“But were you hoping that I would?” you asked, and honestly, he hadn’t even thought that far ahead.

“Yes,” he lied. Not that he hadn’t hoped you’d come into the apartment someday; it was just that he was really just trying to survive one thing at a time, and a coffee date was challenge enough for him. Now you were here and he’d barely managed to make his room presentable and—

He felt your hand on the back of his neck, and when he turned to look at you, you were already moving in to kiss him. Even though he was flustered by your forwardness, he gladly met you halfway and kissed you back. You tasted like spearmint chapstick and root beer— and most of all you tasted like you, and he heard himself just barely hum under his breath as he moved his lips with yours. It was sudden, and unexpected, but still perfect, even though he’d wished he had the confidence to kiss you first. He wanted to be romantic about it, and gentlemanly, so he planned to not even try to kiss you on the lips until the end of the second date; the plan for tonight was just a kiss on the cheek after he dropped you off at your door. This was… not the plan. Not that he was complaining. But he was a little confused.

Your hands rested on his shoulders as you breathed slowly through the kiss, tilting your head slightly. He knew it was weird, but he kept opening his eyes to look at you. You just looked so beautiful like this, so up-close with your eyes shut gently while you kissed him. He realized that his hands were still hovering around you, and he hesitantly lowered them to rest on your waist— though he still kept the pressure incredibly light, in case grabbing you too hard would be inappropriate. He heard you let out the smallest sigh and it made his heart swell.

Carefully, your tongue started to prod at his lips, and his heart started to race as he let you deepen the kiss and move your tongue alongside his.

As your hands started to move, slowly, down his chest through his blazer, he felt his own grip on your waist tighten. The fabric of your dress was so soft and delicate— so were your lips, and your tongue was gentle and sweet and exploring his mouth in a way that made his knees a little weak.

The kiss was suddenly a little hungrier, a little rougher, a little more desperate; both of you were breathing heavily, and when he instinctively pulled you closer, he heard (and felt) you moan. “Louis,” you gasped into the air between his mouth and yours, and he couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at how perfect his name sounded when you said it like that.

His heartbeat raced even faster as he felt his trousers getting tighter. The realization that he was getting hard made him instantly anxious— maybe it was okay to get a boner right now, maybe that was where this was going… and yet, that idea somehow made it even worse. All at once, the self-hating fears flooded his mind. What if I can’t do it right? I don’t know how to do this— I can’t do this. She’s going to know something’s wrong with me, something is so horribly wrong with me…

Breaking the kiss, he stumbled back suddenly. You started to follow him for a second, but stopped. “Are you okay?” you asked.

“I think I should walk you back to your apartment,” he decided suddenly, and you looked at him with confusion.

“Okay…” you agreed awkwardly. “Did I do something to upset you? I’m sorry if I did, I promise that I didn’t mean to.”

“I just,” he began, starting over again. “It’s not you. It’s just that— I don’t know how far you wanted this to go, but Henry says I’m not allowed to have sex in the apartment,” he explained, twisting his fingers in his hands.

“Your landlord decides if you're permitted to have sex?” you asked incredulously, raising your eyebrows.

“He is also my roommate, so, he has some say in it…”

“Listen, Louis— if the first date is too soon for you, that’s fine,” you assured.

“Well, that’s part of it,” he admitted. “I don’t want to take things too fast. I’m… trying to be a gentleman.”

You smiled slightly, stepping closer to him. “Oh, Louis, you don’t have to worry about that,” you purred. “You’ve been so sweet and respectful, it’s been wonderful… but to be entirely honest—”

He swallowed thickly as you got close enough to rest your hand on his lapel, looking up at him through your lashes. You were so pretty he didn’t know what to do with himself, and the look you were giving him could only be described as ravenous.

“— ever since I saw you, looking at me from across the ballroom, dressed up in your suit looking like the perfect gentleman,” you continued, clutching his jacket suddenly, “I’ve been thinking about all the very disrespectful things you could do to me.”

His eyes went wide. He was certainly out of his depth now— if you were looking for a dominant man, someone to ravish you, he was going to be totally useless. Of course he couldn’t give you what you wanted, he should’ve known better, he should’ve never even agreed to go out with you when it would only end in disappointment for both of you. You wanted a real man and he was just—

“Hey,” you soothed, apparently noticing the panic on his face, “don’t freak out. Nothing has to happen tonight. But, I’m sort of out on a limb here…”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, “it’s not that I’m not attracted to you. It’s just that I want this to be perfect— you deserve nothing less. You deserve flowers, and candles, and not this tiny awful apartment when Henry could come back at any moment— or come back after and make some horrible comment about how it smells in here…"

You laughed, and he stopped his ramble to sigh slightly.

“I just think it might be better if we get to know each other a little better first,” he concluded. I just think I should give you a chance to realize I’m not what you think I am, so you can save yourself the trouble, he wished he could say honestly.

“Wow,” you nodded, “I know I pegged you as a little conservative but… this is new.”

“Please, don’t take it personally,” he began, but you shook your head reassuringly.

“No, I mean, it’s kinda nice,” you clarified. “I think there should be more guys like you out there— you know, traditional. You’re a dying breed.”

Guys like me, huh? Louis thought to himself, resisting the urge to laugh. If only you knew.

But you didn’t know, which was how he wanted things to stay— he didn’t want anyone to know.

In the last month, Louis had made two Herculean accomplishments: one, he’d managed to survive four more dates with you, with such success that each ended with the promise of another; two, he’d managed to keep your libido at bay in a month of dating. You never seemed disappointed, and by now you’d made it clear that you were waiting for him to make the first move when he felt he was ready. The problem was, he couldn’t imagine how he was ever going to be ready for you to see him without all his clothes, his image, his pretense. He had this strange feeling that if you saw him naked, you’d see right through him, see everything about himself that he locked deep down and far away. And he’d rather just keep making out than go further and lose you for good.

“I’m seriously gonna run out of vases, Lou,” you sighed with a smile once you’d opened your door, finding him waiting to pick you up with yet-another small bouquet of flowers. “And my house is turning into a plant mausoleum!”

“Next time, I’ll just bring you a new vase, then,” Louis offered, and you laughed; he loved your laugh, and when he was around, he heard it surprisingly often. You told him before that girls laugh at a guy’s jokes if they’re attracted to him, whether or not he’s funny; Louis didn’t care if you really thought he was funny, or just thought he was attractive— both were higher praise than he ever expected from someone as both as you.

“I’m not ready to go yet, sorry,” you apologized, walking quickly around the apartment as he followed you into your bedroom. “I can’t decide what to wear.”

“You look good in anything,” he insisted, sitting down on the side of your bed.

“Well, I wanna feel good too, and it’s so cold out,” you explained. “You can wait out here and I’ll be dressed in a second, alright?”

He nodded, and you smiled as you disappeared into your walk-in closet and shut the door.

Twiddling his thumbs, Louis entertained himself by looking around your bedroom; he’d been in here before, so he recognized some familiar objects and noticed the new trinkets lying around. There was a necklace on your bedside table, and a lone sock on the floor—

His breath caught slightly when he saw some clothes strewn over the corner of the bed, some you must have been trying on earlier while trying to pick what to wear. Of course, it wasn’t just momentarily-worn clothes that got his attention… it was the bra. Purple lace, thin straps, and a little silver heart charm dangling from between the cups; Louis was all but salivating looking at it, imagining how nice it would be to wear…

“How’s it going in there?” Louis asked you through the door. “No rush or anything, our reservation isn’t until 7…”

“This dress has, like, a billion buttons,” you replied, “it’ll be a while, sorry… I can get you some water or something?”

“No no, it’s fine,” he assured, and he felt his heart begin to race as he wondered if he would have enough time just to hold it for a moment and see how it felt.

Glancing from the garment to your closet door and back a few times, he gave in— he hopped from the side of the bed over to the end, glancing over his shoulder at the closet door one more time before picking up the bra. He sighed slightly as soon as he touched it, feeling the details of the lace under his fingertips. There was a long vanity mirror propped up against the wall, and he chewed his lip nervously as he looked into it. He was there in the reflection, in his suit with his hair slicked back, and he had one of those moments where he was surprised to see himself. He wasn’t ever sure what he expected to see in these moments, but it wasn’t the young gentleman he was looking at now.

He held up the bra to his chest, over his jacket and shirt, but it wasn’t really doing much for him with all these clothes in the way. He longed to see that lavender lace on his bare skin, he wanted to feel it under his shirt, he wanted to be pretty… pretty like you.

You’d look amazing in a bra like this, he was sure. He’d had thoughts of that nature late at night, staving off his physical interest in you in order to keep chaste lest you see the confusion he was hiding under his clothes. He’d imagined looking at you, touching you, being with you in a way his instability made impossible for the time being. In that moment, he couldn’t decide if he’d rather see you in something like this, or ditch you entirely and wear it himself.

See, that was exactly why he felt he wasn’t ready to take things further with you. He barely had any idea who he was, let alone how to be the person you wanted. The man you wanted. Louis was pretty sure he was a man— at least, most of the time— but he clearly wasn’t much of one, sitting here now with your bra held up to his chest.

He dropped it into his lap with a sigh. This little adventure hadn’t been very satisfying like he thought it would; he just needed a little more…

Before he even really had the thought, he watched himself in the mirror as a shaky hand started to reach up and unbutton his shirt. As he wondered if he was really going to do this, he slipped off his jacket and set it aside and before he knew it, his shirt was off too.

She said her dress had a billion buttons— I’ll be quick, I’ll only wear it for a second— he told himself, rushing to get this over with quickly. Maybe this would be enough to hold him over for a while; maybe he could do this, get it out of his system, and take you out tonight feeling much more normal and much less tempted to look at your clothes as you sat across the dinner table from him and wonder if he could wear them as well as you do.

Shirtless, he tried not to linger his gaze too long on his body— he didn’t care for it much, too lean to be masculine and too straight to be feminine— as he slipped the straps of the bra up to his shoulders. It was awkward, reaching around to try to clasp the back, but he eventually figured out how to do it and managed to get all three hooks latched (though, unbeknownst to him, one was latched on a different row than the others).

Adjusting it again now that it was clasped, he sighed and looked at his reflection again. It looked good— it felt good— but it didn’t look or feel quite… right. There were cups that he had nothing to fill, and the straps crossed over his broad and bony shoulders that were nothing like your smooth and delicate ones; the only part he really liked was the silver heart charm that dangled over his sternum… he toyed with it between a finger and thumb and smiled to himself, thinking that it was sort of like wearing a bra and jewelry at the same time.

No, it wasn’t perfect, but it was still nice, and he reached up to tuck a longer strand of his hair behind his ear— it wasn’t quite long enough, so it fell forward into his face again, but he had already forgotten that again as he turned slightly to try to see how it looked in the back.

It was right about then that the door behind him opened, and in that reflection he saw you staring out at him wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

He whipped around, blood pumping and eyes already starting to water as he fought to try to get off the bra, but obviously it was far too late. “Oh! I was just— I wasn’t— this isn’t—” he began and restarted several explanations, never settling on one for long.

“Louis,” you breathed, “it’s… it’s alright.”

“I didn’t mean to— wait,” he choked. “Alright?”

“Yes,” you agreed, stepping into the room with all the hesitance of one approaching a startled deer or something, “you can slow down, and just… tell me what’s going on.”

“I… I don’t know that I can,” he sighed, arms shaking a little where they self-consciously crossed his bra-clad chest. “I can’t explain it.”

“Well, maybe you can just start by telling me if you’re gay,” you suggested, “and that’s fine, I wouldn’t have a problem with that— except that, well, the problem that we probably couldn’t date anymore. But I would understand, of course. I’d be a little hurt if I was always just your beard, but—”

“I’m… not gay,” he interrupted. “I don’t have an interest in men… I like women, I’m fascinated by women, it’s just…”

“Sometimes you want to be one?” you wondered, finishing for him. “Are you, maybe, one?”

He glanced away. “I’m not sure. I don’t think so.”

"You just wanna look like one?"

"Something like that," he breathed. "You're just so pretty and— I wish I was pretty. Soft, and smooth, like you."

“Louis,” you cooed sympathetically, reaching up to touch his face, “you are pretty. And soft. I love that about you— I think it’s sexy.”

“Oh, uh—” he choked, but thankfully you interrupted him because he’d started talking before he knew what to say.

“Did you… start seeing me, because you wanted to wear my clothes?” you asked nervously.

“No! No, this has nothing to do with how I feel about you,” he assured. “This is just about how I feel about myself.”

“And how do you feel, now?” you pressed.

“Well, a little terrified,” he admitted, “and… and sort of pretty…”

“You are,” you agreed, and he started blinking rapidly, reaching up to cover the side of his face with his hand.

“Oh… really?” he mumbled.

“Yes, of course,” you insisted. “It’s just, I wish you would’ve asked first, because— well, you’re sort of stretching it out.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he mumbled, starting to try to peel your bra off hastily.

“No no,” you cooed, stepping up and stopping him with hands delicately placed on his shoulders. You reached around his back and undid the clasp for him, and he reached forward to let you slide the straps down his arms. “Now we can go find you one that fits.”

He sighed and let his eyes fall shut as you lightly swiped the brush over his cheek; it turned a little more peachy with each go of it, and you moved to the other when the color threatened to overpower his skin tone.

“What’s next after this?” he asked.

“Mascara,” you replied, voice sort of lilted as you focused on your work.

“Isn’t that uncomfortable to put on?”

“Well, you get used to it,” you shrugged.

“I think I will,” he agreed with a little smile.

“Your lashes are already really long,” you noticed, “this is really just to make them a little darker.”

“Right, okay…”

He managed to get through the mascara without his eyes squinting or watering, so his lashes stayed intact as you moved on to the finishing touch. Already you could see that he was getting excited, even quietly confident if still characteristically shy. Your heart hurt to imagine that he’d been hiding this from you for so long, apparently thinking you might actually reject him over something so trivial.

“Alright, which color do you want?” you asked as you held up three different lip glosses for him to choose from. You could tell just in the way that his eyes moved quickly over the tubes that he was hesitating. He lifted his hand but stopped for a second. “Whichever one you’d like,” you encouraged softly.

That seemed to give him the courage to reach up and tap his fingertip on the baby pink one with the gold glitter; you smiled and set the other two down before unscrewing the cap.

“Hold your mouth open just a bit,” you encouraged, making the expression you wanted him to so he could copy it. When he relaxed his lips just right, you ran the doefoot applicator over the bottom one first. “Oh, this color’s pretty on you,” you noticed, and you saw him struggle not to smile since he knew he was supposed to stay still while you applied the gloss. It was rather sheer, but with just enough color to really bring the whole thing together, especially with the blush which matched it well. “Okay, go like this,” you instructed as you pressed your lips together, and he copied you again. You moved the product around on his top lip just to make sure it covered all the right places, and finally you sighed as you felt your work was done.

You stood up and stepped back, and his eyes went a little wide as he straightened up; you could imagine he felt kind of strange and vulnerable being examined like this. He hadn’t even seen himself yet and here you were staring at him, but it was only because you were feeling rather proud of yourself. You kept the look subtle, not wanting to make him look gaudy or dramatic— he had so much natural beauty already, you just wanted to accentuate it slightly. He didn’t need foundation at all with such even skin, so you’d just put a little concealer under his eyes to brighten them up; and then it was just brown eyeliner and a clear gel for the brows (maybe someday you could talk him into tweezing them a bit but you knew that was a hard sell) before the finishing touches.

“Louis, you look great,” you beamed. “Not to brag or anything, but I’m sort of a genius.”

“Can I see?” he asked nervously, and you grabbed a hand mirror to give him as you sat by his side on the bed again. He found the angle to examine his face, and for a second or two you really couldn’t tell what he thought because his expression stayed blank. You could tell, finally, that he was happy by the way his fingers traced over the edge of the mirror while he gazed at himself.

“How do you feel?” you asked him softly, leaning in a little closer so you could see his reflection over his shoulder.

“Um, well,” he mumbled, “I think you did a nice job.”

“That’s not what I asked,” you noticed.

“I feel… beautiful,” he decided.

“You are beautiful,” you assured, and you caught his stare moving to your face before he set the mirror aside and looked down into his lap. “How do you feel in your new outfit?”

“I wouldn’t call it an outfit,” he chuckled awkwardly. “I mean, I couldn’t wear this out…”

Well, no, that isn’t the point of a lace bralette-and-panty set. “You could wear it under something,” you suggested, “and nobody would know. Except for you and I, if you told me.”

“Oh…” he breathed, and you spared a glance down to his panties and noticed them a little more… full, than usual, and couldn’t help but smile to yourself. The conversations you’d had about this with him had left it somewhat ambiguous if the desire to crossdress was sexual for Louis. It seemed like it was something that could be a bit of both, which made sense considering you absolutely had days where you hoped to dress in a way that would attract sexual attention, and other days where you wanted to look nice for much more personal reasons. Really, it seemed as normal to you as anything, even if Louis was so fearful of it. Maybe it was conquering his fear and quenching his desire all at once that was arousing him.

“Can I ask you an important, personal question?” you asked, and Louis nodded. “Are you a boy, or a girl? Right now, specifically. Neither or both are also acceptable answers, of course…”

“I’m… a boy,” he decided, “still. I just feel nice being a boy that sort of looks like a girl.”

“You should feel nice,” you agreed with a proud hum. “You’re a very pretty boy.”

He cleared his throat and you could see him getting flushed even with the blusher on.

“You’re gorgeous,” you continued.

“Oh, well, I don’t know about that…” he trailed off.

“I do,” you insisted. “You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen… and this brassiere looks so nice on you!” Trailing your hand down over his neck and collarbone, you traced the tip of your finger around the lace crossing his chest. “Do you know what this is for, Lou?”

He shook his head. You lowered your voice.

“It’s to cover your tits,” you explained, and you could see the shiver run up his spine. You smiled proudly, moving to trace your fingers over the hardening nipples just barely obscured by the pink lace. “Are your tits sensitive?”

“Y-yes,” he stammered, sighing and letting his head fall back slightly; his lips, parted for a whimpered moan, looked so delicious with that gloss on them.

“Then say it,” you encouraged.

“My… my tits,” he gasped it out, “are so sensitive… touch them more, please…”

You took your hands and splayed them out to grab handfuls of his chest, and he moaned out loud, finally. “Good boy,” you breathed, “make all those pretty noises for me, it’s supposed to feel good.”

“Feels really good,” he agreed in a sigh. “It feels really good when you play with them like that…”

“You want me to do it some more?”

He nodded, and you chuckled.

“Mm, you know you need to be a good boy and say it out loud,” you purred.

“Play with my tits more,” he panted, “please? And… and maybe you could kiss me?”

You were getting desperate, too; all you could do was nod breathlessly as you used your free hand to hold his face and kiss him— and he’d never kissed you like this before, it was always so innocent and chaste before (at least at the start). And that was sexy in its own way, but this? Whining into it, opening his mouth wide right away and letting you push your tongue between his lips? Sticky and sweet from the lip gloss, hungry and sloppy? It was fucking perfect.

He chased you for more when you pulled back, you had to hold his shoulders to keep him from following you (even though you wouldn’t have minded kissing him longer, especially when you saw how gorgeous he looked wearing that heavy-lidded, open-mouthed stare).

“Oops,” you grinned as you saw the way the lip gloss had smeared. “I messed up your makeup… but you look even prettier like this. You look so needy and cute… and a little slutty.”

He swallowed thickly and glanced down, and when you followed his gaze, you saw why.

“Your cock doesn’t fit in your panties anymore,” you noticed with a prideful smirk. His erection had burst right out of it and was red and leaking at the tip, flexing independently against his stomach. “Do you want me to touch it, Lou?”

He blurted it out before you’d even really finished your question: “Please.”

A choked moan fell from his lips as you wrapped your hand around his cock and began to stroke slowly— he started to buck up into your palm already, desperate for more. You’d imagined Louis would be the eager type, but this was better than you ever could’ve hoped for.

“O-oh, wow,” he breathed, watching your hand move over his cock, “your hand feels nice…”

“Mhm?” you encouraged, focusing for a second on the tip to spread the precum there. “Oh, you’re getting a little wet, honey…”

“Hng,” he groaned, eyes falling shut as he leaned his head back, “keep going, please, please—”

“Shh, I’m gonna keep going, don’t worry,” you cooed, guiding him to lay back on the bed; damn, he looked good spread out on your sheets, just like you’d wanted him since you first saw him.

Leaning in, you kissed down his neck, making a detour along his chest to pull the bralette aside and tease his nipple with the tip of your tongue. He moaned loudly when you did that, squirming underneath you.

"That's my good boy," you praised, "make those pretty noises for me while I suck your tits. You need to teach me how to make you feel good, so tell me when you like what I'm doing."

You wrapped your lips around his nipple and suckled harder, carefully letting your teeth graze over the delicate bud.

"Ohh, like that," he blurted out, "I like that— please don't stop."

You smiled and did it again, feeling him shiver and rock his hips up into your hand again. Moving across his chest to the other nipple, you teased it through the lace for just a second before pulling the fabric out of the way and sucking again; you soaked in the sound of his panting turning into whines, and even bit down just ever-so-slightly harder until he yelped for a second. You soothed him with a wide lick over the dusty-pink nipple, starting to slowly kiss your way down his stomach.

He lifted his head up to watch you go down, but it must’ve been realizing what you were doing that made him drop his head back down with a groan. “Oh,” he sighed, and you smiled as you kept going.

When you (finally) sucked his cock, he moaned louder than you'd ever heard him do anything before, and you just had to stop to tease him. "You like the way I eat you out?" you noticed, and he whined at the way you described what you were doing to him.

“Yes— don’t stop, please, p-put it in your mouth again…” he begged. You met his gaze as you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, bobbing your head and hand together until you found your rhythm.

You wouldn’t mind doing this all night if he kept making such lovely noises, but as they grew louder and louder, you realized he probably couldn’t take much more; you noticed him gripping your sheets in his fists and wondered if he was already trying to hold himself back.

Releasing your mouth off of him with a pop!, you sat up straight and started to get your own clothes off. “Oh,” he sighed as he watched you, and you smiled a bit as you watched his eyes trail over every inch of skin as you exposed it.

“Were you thinking about this?” you wondered. “Those nights you kissed me for a while and then left because you’re a gentleman— did you go home and think about this?”

Breathing quickly through his mouth, eyes following your body, he nodded.

“Did you touch yourself?”

He nodded again.

“You did? I did too,” you purred proudly, stripped to nothing and suddenly straddling his hips. “And— be honest— after you did that, did you feel bad? You wondered if something was wrong with you, thought you might be a pervert or something?”

After swallowing thickly, he nodded one more time.

You leaned down and brushed some hair aside that had fallen into his face. “Sweetie,” you cooed, “you don’t need to feel bad. You’re not bad, and there’s nothing wrong with you. Actually, you’re so good.”

“Really?” he breathed, and this time, you nodded. You gave him a quick, soft kiss on the lips, and then another on his cheek.

"If you'll let me, I'd like to make love to you," you whispered into his ear, seeing him sigh shakily and nod. "Say it out loud so I know for sure."

"Please make love to me," he whispered.

Sitting up straight again, you looked down at him proudly. He looked like he was wondering what he should do, if this was alright, and you did your best to soothe him. "Just lay back, baby, I'm gonna do all the work," you grinned. "You can be my pillow princess."

You chuckled as his cock flexed in your hand.

"Is that what you are, you're my princess? You look like one with your pretty pink bra on,” you winked. “Pull it down for me, show me your little tits…”

His whole face was turning pink enough to match the bralette as he hooked a finger into each triangle of lace and pulled it aside to put his chest on display for you.

“Good boy,” you sighed as you guided his cock to your entrance and slowly sank down.

The shock of the feeling made him let go of his bra and grab tight onto your hips, holding you still for a second, as if he couldn’t take it yet if you moved at all; that thought was so wonderfully filthy that you felt your insides flex of their own accord.

"Oh my god, Louis," you gasped, "you feel so good inside me… your cock feels so good."

He simply whined through his teeth, gripping your hips tighter. The mascara-coated lashes were especially obvious when he shut his eyes tight, which he did for just a second before his face went slack when you finally started to move, a louder groan falling from candy-pink lips. He whispered your name, tinted with awe, and you grinned proudly.

"You're so deep," you groaned. "Do you feel how deep you are? Oh fuck, I can barely take it…"

"I-I'm not hurting you, right?" he breathed, and you smiled as he opened his eyes to look at you with gentle concern.

"Oh, sweet boy," you cooed as you stroked his cheek for a moment, "no— you're making me feel so good… you're so good, Louis."

He sighed, like he enjoyed hearing that, but like he also finally believed you.

"Tell me how you like it, Louis," you encouraged, "tell me how to move to make you feel good."

He hesitated for just a second before he grabbed your hips and started to guide them in slow circles, making you both moan lowly. "Like this," he breathed.

"Fuck, it feels good for me, too," you smiled. "Will you come if I keep doing this?"

"Yeah," he sighed, and you moved your hips just a little bit faster. "Yeah, I… I'll come…"

Leaning down and resting your arms at either side of his shoulders, you kissed his neck as you rode him, loving how desperate his moans became as you did it. From then on it was all about trying to make him louder and louder, doing whatever you could to hear that sweet voice break as he cried out from pleasure. He was so beautifully sensitive…

His eyes rolled back when you teased his nipples while he was inside you. "Oh, my god," he moaned.

"Does that feel good, baby?" you hummed. "It feels good to have your little titties played with while I ride your cock?"

"F-fuck," he grunted.

"I asked you a question, princess."

"Yes! Yes it feels good," he sobbed. "It feels so good, please don't stop— fuck!"

“You’re close, huh, baby?” you noticed in a quiet voice, and he bit his lip as he nodded. “Are you trying not to come right now?” He nodded again; poor thing.

“I— I don’t want it to be over,” he explained shakily.

“Mm, I know,” you cooed sympathetically, “but I wanna feel you come, okay? I wanna see how pretty you are when you come.”

He hissed in a breath through his teeth, eyes shut tight, fingers digging into your hips again.

“Can you do that for me?” you pressed. “Can you be my good princess and come for me?”

He nodded, and you smiled.

"Come inside me, Louis," you encouraged, "it's okay, go ahead."

Instantly, he made a choked sort of noise and you felt his hips move up to bury himself completely inside you; his mouth fell open and you felt his cock pulsing, pumps of come filling you. With a contented sigh, you relaxed a bit on top of him. You admired how good he looked with his makeup a bit disturbed from the sweat he’d worked up, panting as he blinked his eyes open and stared up at the ceiling, each rise and fall of his chest making the bralette shift slightly over his skin.

Eventually, you rolled off of him, and you smiled when a slightly-sweaty hand reached out to hold yours. “Was it dressing like this and wearing the makeup that turned you on?” you wondered aloud.

“Well, that was part of it,” he admitted, without looking back at you, which you figured made it easier to respond honestly, “but really it was just all the attention you were giving me…”

You smiled and bit your lip slightly. “Baby, you don’t need to wear a bra and put on makeup to get my attention… you’re always pretty, dressed up or not.”

He met your gaze then, and smiled back at you bashfully.

“See, that’s the prettiest thing you can wear: that smile,” you cooed, and he looked away as he smiled even wider.

“Stop,” he whined, but in that cutesy way that just made you want to compliment him more. You held his face so he couldn’t squirm away when you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Come on, you’re gonna wanna wash that makeup off so it doesn’t get on the pillowcases— or break you out,” you explained, sitting up, “and we could both use a shower after that…”

But you ended up electing for a bath, rather than a shower, which you found more comfortable to share. You washed his face with a washcloth, then helped him lean back into the water to wet his hair so you could lather some shampoo into it. He looked so relaxed as you massaged his scalp and carefully poured the water over his head; he even laid his head on your chest at one point and nearly dozed off, until you reminded him the water was getting cool and you’d need to get out and dry off soon.

You didn’t remember deciding to go to sleep, you just woke up the next morning with Louis in your bed, cuddled up close to you even while fast asleep. You smiled as you examined his peaceful expression, realizing how exhausting it must’ve been for him to try to always play the part of a ‘normal’ guy. This was the first time you saw him truly relaxed— he was always thinking when you were with him, you’d been trying to get him to loosen up and act natural, and he’d tell you that he was being natural, but he was lying. You knew there was more under the surface… of course, you hadn’t known it was this, specifically. But you felt pretty lucky because of all the things it could be, it ended up being so innocuous— and, if you were being totally honest, you thought it was sort of hot, too. Not in a fetishizing sort of way, because it wasn’t specifically Louis’ complicated gender discovery that turned you on in itself… it was seeing him accept something about himself, seeing him more comfortable and more open, seeing him give in to desire even when you knew he was more than a little fearful of being different.

And he really did look good in the makeup; you could only take so much credit for that.

He had no idea this was an option: that he could find someone who accepted and embraced the things about himself he still didn't understand entirely; that you could take on a more dominant role with such gentleness, and relieve him of that pressure to be the perfect gentleman.

He still got to play the part, though; he picked you up from your apartment in his suit, with flowers for you, and you smiled and kissed him on the cheek. He held your hand and gave you his jacket if you got chilly. But when he needed it most, you took charge and he simply followed your lead.

After a while, he became brave enough to kiss you first much more, to touch you without asking explicit permission, even to ask you to help him put on makeup or pick out something new to wear. He learned to accept being a little spoiled by you, and stopped getting worried that you were doing too much of the work— because you insisted that you enjoyed it.

Over time, he came to appreciate that feeling beautiful actually had a lot less to do with women’s underwear and getting made up with your borrowed cosmetics. He felt most beautiful when he wasn’t wearing anything and you just told him that you thought he was perfect (which he still couldn’t quite believe, but he was trying); it wasn’t a matter of the way he looked anymore— it was the way you looked at him.

So, yes, he could still wear a suit out into the city and not feel horribly out of place; he could put on pretty underwear with you and not worry if he was a woman or a man or neither or both. Most impressively, he could be with you and not convince himself that any day now, you would figure out what he ‘really’ was and leave him. You did so much more than see him, you discovered him, and you always seemed to like what you found. Crazy enough, Louis himself was starting to like it, too.

#louis ives x reader #louis ives smut #paul dano smut #the extra man #well... this happened

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rusty-phasma · 2 years

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Close to me.

A/n: this is the filthiest thing i have ever written, god is dead. Enjoy! Gif was made by @goodboyriddler also i named your baby Alexei lol.

Warnings: unprotected sex, always use protection stds are no joke, mommy kink and breeding kink if you squint, lactation and reader is a milf. If you feel like i should add more warnings please do let me know.

Neither Pierre nor you felt at ease with the servants taking care of Alexei, he was three months old and slept most of the time, only waking up to eat, usually you changed his diaper every six hours. You were scared about his sleeping schedule at first, expecting him to spend day and night crying, but were assured by the pediatrician that it is normal, he'll get like that when you change his diet, but for now he only drinks milk.

When Alexei was born, Pierre was sure he was so happy he'd die, and as the new born's swelling subsided he was very pleased to see that little Alexei Petrovich Bezukhov was a little version of his father with his mother's eyes. Now little Alyosha was also a lot like his father not only in size, having been born a little larger than babies are usually born and growing steadily, but in the way that he drank, he drank so much milk he'd start falling asleep but when you tried to pry him off your breast he'd wake up and keep on drinking. This would cause the milk flow to be quite heavy, usually making your breasts ache, and while you hated the soreness, Pierre and you had started making love again, and he absolutely loved the new volume you were sporting, he always loved your chest, he just couldn't help but to like it like this, so firm and full.

But it ached a lot, and as Alexei spent more than half of the day Sleeping the milk would sometimes leak, and it was uncomfortable to say the least, and tonight was not the exception, you were even considering not wearing a nightgown, you were going to stain it with milk anyway, you felt frustrated to say the least, and your husband ever the sharp man, obviously noticed, "are you quite alright my love?" He asked you sitting beside you, dressed for bed already; you sighed with a pout and turned to look at him "oh my dear, i am just so frustrated, i keep..." you blushed, feeling quite shy about it "staining my nightgowns, the milk gets cold and it is so uncomfortable, i can't sleep" he looked surprised "is it that much milk?" He asked, the question seemed dumb to you, but you understood he's a man, so he doesn't understand, so you got up from the bed and got in front of him, pulling on your 'fresh' nightgown, already a bit stained "i just put this one on" you said frustrated, he lifted his eyebrows "and how does the flow lighten?" He asked truly hoping to find a solution "well usually when Alyosha drinks, it lightens for a few hours but he is asleep and definitely not gonna eat, i bet he's still full, he drinks so much" then his face lit up and he looked positively devious "well my darling, since he is not here" he said trying to stifle an excited smile "perhaps i could lend a hand" and you looked at him as if prompting him to explain himself "i could ah" he said quite nervously "empty them" he finished, once you processed the word that left his mouth you blushed, you were not a virgin by any means, but the idea of breastfeeding your husband was totally different to what you have done with him so far, but you weren't really opposed to the idea, so you nodded shyly.

He helped you remove your night gown, kissing every bit of skin he uncovered with each button undone, at last letting it fall to the ground. He sat on the bed, motioning for you to sit on his lap, which you did, soon enough you were sitting on his lap, him kissing all over your neck, shoulders and collarbones, your hand in the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, he started his way down to your swollen and leaking breasts, licking your left nipple tasting the sweet droplets of milk letting out a sound of satisfaction "my darling it tastes so sweet" he said before taking your nipple in his mouth giving it a tentative and gentle suck, feeling the warm and sweet liquid fill his mouth, for some reason it tasted inherently you and Pierre was in heaven, this was so erotic, the mere idea of drinking you was enough to arouse him greatly, to him this was one of the most arousing things he'd ever done, mentally giving himself a pat on the back for having this brilliant idea, he was sure you could feel how hard his cock was and there was only one worry in his mind, were you enjoying this?

It was strange, different from when you breastfed your child, probably because of the knowledge that this was your husband who was suckling on your tit. It was well, arousing, and the feeling of the warm milk being sucked out of your tender breast heightening your arousal, lowering your gaze at Pierre who was now sucking a little more confidently, droplets of milk spilling out of the corners of his mouth and a look of utter satisfaction in his features and for some reason that turned you on further "you are doing so good my darling" you said, rolling you hips once which drew a loud moan out of him, making milk spill out of his mouth, you wiped it off with your thumb and guided his head back to your other breast and moaned when he started suckling on it, starting to roll your hips, grinding on his hard cock, he moaned around your tit but did not stop drinking from it "my darling, sucking so earnestly, are you enjoying it?" He let go of your breast with an obscene pop and whined "yes mommy" it took you both a second to realize what had left his mouth, you smirked and he went redder (if that's even possible) "i-i'm so-" he started to apologize but you cut him off with a chuckle "i'm happy you are enjoying yourself, my good boy, now empty mommy's tits will you?" He moaned and took one of your tender tits in his mouth making you moan, you were so wet it was unbearable and the poor friction you were getting from grinding against Pierre's hard on was dismal, so you had an idea, prying Pierre the same way you would Alexei from your breast cooed "oh my darling your cock is already so hard, does my good boy want to fuck mommy? Does my baby boy want mommy to help?" He let out a high whine and nodded "use your big boy words love" you softly scolded him and he began "y-yes mommy" and you smiled softly at him "that wasn't so hard was it?" You said getting off him so you could get rid of the clothes he wore as if they offended you.

Once he was naked you straddled his hips, lining the head of his member with the entrance of your cunt and slowly lowered yourself, making the both of you moan "now keep emptying mommy's tits my good boy" he didn't have to be told twice, taking your breast in his mouth and sucking like a man starved moving his hips to fuck into you, all hesitance and gentleness out of the window now, making you throw your head back in pleasure "Oh my darling, my good boy don't stop fucking mommy" you moaned, you really weren't gonna last long with how earnestly he was fucking you and suckling on your tit. His arms were tightly around your waist pulling you as close as physically possible, you were on cloud nine, the combination of sensations making you loose your mind, and then Pierre (regrettably) let go of your breast moaning "oh mommy, i'm cumming" you put your hand on the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on him, when you pulled away he reattached himself to your breast "mmmh good boy, cum inside mommy" and it was all it took for him to release inside you, the warm feeling of his cum and his mouth on your chest making you go over the edge with a moan, cunt clenching and back arching. When he let go of your breast, you got off him carefully, both of you laying down, your head in his chest "i am so full" he said making you giggle "but i am glad to have helped" he said chuckling and kissing your head. Both falling asleep quite soon after.

Thank you for reading! 🤎

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danosrosegarden · 7 months

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yes, you - louis ives x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day eleven. prompt: praise. 🎃}

{contains: sickeningly sweet, fluffy, penetrative sex (genitals/gender for reader not specified), praise, and they/them pronouns/feminine pet names used for louis.}

☽ Louis was the brisk morning droplets of dew decorating a blade of grass. They were the heat shimmering in the sky with the cotton candy sunrise. They were the lingering, airy notes of sweet perfume still swimming in your nose after whisking by. They were everything good and anything beautiful, and it was your mission to make them feel as dazzling as they truly were.

☽ It was hard not to fuss over them as you rocked your hips in their lap. They would mewl so sweetly and hold your swiveling hips with such a delicate grip. S-so good for me, you'd slur while lathering the skin of their neck in sloppy kisses and running your hands along their shoulders. That's it. Just like that, pretty girl.

☽ It was so easy to get them worked up into a smoldering rose blush. You didn't do it to humiliate them or poke fun at their vulnerability. They were just so lovely like this, cheeks burnt a blooming pink and voice warbling with lovesick breed of disbelief.

☽ You wish it would stick in their mind. Yes, I want you. Yes, you. I want you when you're wearing a crisp tie and slicked hair. I want you when your eyes are adorned with powdered glitter and your lips are glazed over with a thick, pink gloss. I want you when you are stripped and bare, your beating heart raw and exposed in front of me. You are so beautiful any way you come to me.

☽ They liked when you rubbed circles into their shoulder blades and hung your head on their chest while you swirled your hips around. Louis couldn't help but be a constant squirming worm when they were inside you. It was a feeling indescribable: hot and slick and tight and like you had been tailor made for them.

☽ You should know Louis is putting a somewhat insane amount of trust in you to let you see them like this, to let you feel them like this, but God, is it worth it. They can't think of anywhere they'd rather be other than enveloped in your sugary warmth, your sweet words of adoration washing over their shivering limbs. Pretty girl. Sweet girl. Good girl. That's my girl. Kitty. Honey. Baby. It never grew stale, hearing themselves addressed like that.

#eli's writing #danonation #paul dano #louis ives #the extra man #louis ives x reader #louis ives x you #louis ives x y/n #kinktober #kinktober 23

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soupbabe · 1 year

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Hiii, before I say anything else I love the new theme. I saw you were looking for requests so obviously I had to send one in. How about a reader (he/him) that brings them gifts all the time (a cool rock, a flower he picked while on a walk, candy he thought they would like, ect) with Louis Ives, Bo Sinclair, and anyone else you feel compelled to write

Male! Reader Bringing Various Characters Crow Gifts

Featuring: Louis Ives, Bo Sinclair, and Edward Nashton

Thank you!! I couldn't help myself and added Riddler, I missed writing for him! 😅

Tagging: @slaasherslut , @the-pinstriped-hood , @bugginbeetlew

Bo Sinclair

- I think Bo just didn't get it for the longest time

- He'll give his thanks and put them in his pocket, but that never stopped him from watching you from afar and going "what the hell is that boy doing"

- See's it as junk at first, but he starts coming around to it eventually

- Sure it's a rock but you beam everytime you give it to him

- Who's he to kill his man's happiness?

- Still thinks it's kind of weird, but he just accepts it

- Keeps all of his little treasures in a drawer

- He likes it when you bring him old, rusted tools and hardware. His whole demeanor brightens

- You give it to him and ask what it is, and now you're stuck sitting on the gas station counter to him explain to you the difference between a ratchet and a wrench

Edward Nashton

- Oh he's head over heels for the little gifts you give him!

- Takes everything in him not to squeal over it in all honesty

- Oh yeah. It's all going to the shrine made for you

- Oh no creepy incel guy is doing creepy incel things who would've thought/lh

- Expect Edward to return the same energy, but it's less "oh I found this thing that just reminds me of you" and more "oh I've tracked down every single one of your interests and sought out this specific item that I'm playing off as a coincidence"

- He's so red and the face and shy, it's easy to play off his uncomfortable demeanor as him being nervous

- One time you found a newspaper with an empty crossword and gave it to him and you swear you've never seen Edward smile that hard

- You two ended up solving it together, with Eddie feining ignorance so you could help him with the clues

- He'd play dumb for as long as he can, all of it meant spending extra time with you <33

Louis Ives

- She's a little confused, but she gets the memo quicker

- She flushes every time you bring her something, she's never met someone, let alone a man, who's so dedicated to giving her gifts

- SHE HAS A LIL BOOK FOR ALL OF THE FLOWERS YOU GIVE HER !!

- Louis presses them herself, writes the date of when you gave them to her, and what kind of flowers they are!!

- If you can't tell she's very sentimental

- Omg she'd gladly give you little gifts back !!

- They'd be books about different types of rocks, your favorite animal, or all the other interests you have!!

- If you give her candy that she likes she's going to be so bashful

- Fr how did she meet a man so thoughtful?? She's immediately going to deflect any attention on her by asking if you'd want some too, it's only right if she does

#Bo Sinclair #Bo Sinclair x Reader #house of wax 2005 #house of wax x reader #edward nashton x reader #Edward Nashton #the riddler x reader #the riddler 2022 #louis ives x reader #louis ives #the extra man 2010 #the extra man x reader #paul dano #paul dano x reader #danonation

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ginger-wayne · 1 year

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danoblr! i announced this on the bird app already but im making a paul dano character dating simulator game! it’s called paul date-o and it should be out sometime next year! follow along for updates on this project once we get further in development!

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lovely--lover · 2 years

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They are so pretty NSFW Louis Ives

Summary: Louis is interested in your panties. So you let him wear yours and some things happen...

Contains: blowjob, crossdressing(?), crying during sex a little, slight dom reader(?), slight dirty talk, teasing, and sex (F reader)

Word count: 2k

I’ve never written NSFW content before so I’m not sure how to do the warnings let me know if I missed anything! And let me know what you think. I would definitely love feedback on your thoughts and how to improve my spicy skills 😏

Louis was a man you met in the city, his quiet charm capturing you, always a perfect gentleman. Opening doors, asking about your day, holding his arm out as you crossed the street, and showering you in compliments. Louis had a talent for noticing small details, when you wore a new shade of lipstick or painted your nails a new color, he always noticed. Always making you feel special and all you wanted was to make Louis feel special too. So…

After a few dates, you invited Louis to your home, intending to impress him with a homecooked meal. Although it wasn't quite going to plan as the water boiled over and you were dropping stuff on the ground all while Louis watched with a small smile. His gaze made you nervous, there is no way he would be impressed watching, an idea popped into your head. “Hey, Louis! why don’t you look around while I cook!” He was surprised by the offer and lingered around the kitchen a few moments before accepting.

Louis wondered about your small apartment, it smelt nice, and he appreciated the feminine touch of your home. It was much different from his own cluttered and messy apartment. Admiring the few plants spread around the living room allowing his hand to enjoy the soft blanket draped over the couch. Wandering further, smiling as he entered your room. Looking around, wanting to learn more about you; floral bedsheets, band posters, plushies, and….underwear. A pair of white lacy panties laying in the middle of the floor.

Louis knew he shouldn't, he really shouldn't, it had gotten him in trouble before. But his body was doing the opposite of his thoughts. The garment already in his hand the silky material soft material under his fingertips. Louis held them against his body admiring himself in the full-length mirror, heart racing at the thought of wearing them. How would they feel? How would they look? They were pretty and he wanted to be pretty like the panties…..like you.

Dinner was complete! You set the table making sure everything was perfect; fancy plates, glasses already filled with wine, and a fresh bundle of flowers as the centerpiece. With a final glance, you smiled at how perfect it was, and went to find Louis. Walking through the home you peered around corners until you saw Louis in your room. Before you could fully enter your eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror. Your underwear was pressed against his crotch until he dropped them before turning to face you “Y/N I-” his face was red and the front of his pants were bulging. “Louis…what are you doing?”

It was quiet as you and Louis sat across from each other attempting to enjoy dinner. The air was thick and heavy as tension-filled every inch of the room before Louis broke it. “Thank you Y/N it's quite delicious” his voice was shaky as he glanced up at you for a moment. Gauging your reaction. “Thank you, Louis…..you look delicious.” The sound of his fork dropping to the table caught your attention. You used it as an excuse to stare at him, allowing your eyes to look him over, shamelessly.

Louis sat across from you in nothing but a lacy red set of panties and bralette that you hand-selected from your personal collection. The red contrasted beautifully against his pale skin. The lace allowing his nipples to be exposed to your gaze, they were hard, pushing against the fabric. Your eyes trailed lower and your mouth began to water at the sight. The tip of his cock was peeking out the top of the lacy garment, leaking onto the exposed flesh of his lower stomach. You took it all in again as you looked him back up and into his eyes

Louis felt hot and exposed to your intense gaze as you stared at him hungrily. The lace of the panties was soft and smooth, it felt nice against his hard cock, making him harder. Becoming overcome with desire by the second. He was already overwhelmed. He expected you to scream and force him out of your home. But you let him stay and even after admitting his desires, you wanted him, you accepted him. Your words went straight to his heart causing it to beat faster, “You look delicious” it made his cock throb. The words left his lips before he could think “Then taste me”

You were out of your seat in an instant before settling in Louis's lap. Your lips capturing his, they were soft, despite the force and desperation. Savoring the taste of cheap wine on Louis's tongue as yours entered his mouth exploring every inch. Louis’s met yours. Tongues melding together wanting to taste as much of each other as possible, it was more important than breathing. When you finally pulled away a string of saliva glistened one last connection between your lips and Louis’s.

Louis marveled at you. The way your hair messed up, the sudden plumpness of your lips, and the way your chest moved while gasping in air. You were truly beautiful, he could never compare, but you were his and that was enough. Louis wondered if you could understand his thoughts when you spoke next.

“Wow, this is without makeup or hair” you caressed his face admiring the soft features “If you had it you'd be stunning… prettier than me “ a small laugh escaped your lips. Louis's cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink as he dropped his head to avoid your gaze “No, I could never be as pretty as you”

You placed a finger under his chin gently lifting his head making his eyes meet yours. “You're beautiful Louis” eyes scanning over his body as your hands followed. His flesh was soft, warm, and damp with sweat. “So beautiful…..I want you”

A whimper left his lips as you captured them in yours, once again. Slipping your fingers through the softness of his hair. Tightening the hold as you reached the nape of his neck, tugging back to expose the flesh of his throat. Kissing over his pulse, before sucking the flesh into your mouth, intending to leave marks that would live on for days. Pulling back you admired the reddened skin.

The taste of Louis's lips was sweet but you wanted more and you could no longer ignore the lace-clad bulge pressing against your own lace panties. Thankful for the dress you threw on last minute. “I’m gonna taste you now okay, Louis” as you began kissing and licking your way down his body until your knees met the floor in front of him.

His cock looked so pretty outlined in red. The lace providing a glimpse of his flesh. Your lips parted almost involuntarily desperate to taste him. Leaning forwards you pressed your tongue over his lace-covered dick as you licked him over through the fabric. It was rough against your tongue but tasted like him, you wanted more.

Pulling back you took the band of the underwear in your hands, tugging on it experimentally, before releasing it. Causing it to snap back against his flesh. The action made his thighs shake and a gasp leave his lips. You began to pull down the fabric, Louis lifting his hips so you could remove them. “No, I want you to keep them on they're so pretty….just like you” his face flushed red hands coming up and covering it out of embarrassment. “Louis…look at me” He spread his fingers peeking out from his hand's eyes never leaving you.

You continued lowering the fabric just enough to release his cock. Starting at the base you licked to the tip. Swirling your tongue, wanting to gather every drop of arousal leaking out, salty and warm on your tongue. Placing a gentle kiss against his tip after tasting every drop. Allowing your lips to move down leaving a trail of kisses. You pulled the lace panties down slightly more so his balls could hang free, exposing them, gently sucking them into your mouth.

A drawn-out cry caught your attention Louis was staring down at you with glossy eyes. His mouth open and lips quivering. The words were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't speak. You released his balls with a pop, resting your head on his thigh. Stroking him, as you gazed up, “Louis sweetie what is it? What's wrong?”

Louis's voice was breathless and desperate “Please stop teasing me Y/N” A pout adorned his lips as he silently begged you with pleading eyes. He whimpered once more as you released him from your grasp and stood, now towering over him.

You reached out both hands using them to caress Louis's face using your thumbs to rub the softness of his cheeks. His eyes closing as he leaned into the touch savoring the gentle affection “What would my pretty girl like me to do instead?” A moan immediately fell from his lips and Louis realized there was no going back, there was no shame.

“Please fuck me” It came out as a cry and Louis might have been crying, but he wasn't sure. But tears definitely fell as you sat down slowly encompassing his cock in your warmth. Starting off slow as you gently rocked against him, resting your head on his shoulder. Louis couldn't help but turn his head to place a kiss on your cheek.

You dropped all the way down, his length filling you, pressing against places that had never been reached before. Every time you rocked your hips he pressed a spongy spot inside that made you shiver. You needed more. Slowly you began bouncing on his cock finding the perfect pace. Speeding up until Louis was a moaning mess beneath you tears streaming from his eyes igniting your insides even more. “Aww your crying sweetie, does my pretty girl love being fucked that much?” Louis only whimpered in response.

Leaning forwards you stuck your tongue out running across Louis's cheeks capturing his tears, they were salty and pushed you closer to the edge. Louis was pushing you closer to the edge his smell, his taste, his feel. It was Louis, everywhere.

“Does my pretty girl like to be fucked?” Louis was a moaning crying mess but he was still able to form words crying out. “Yes yes yes I do. Fuck me harder…please” He asked so sweetly, how could you deny him?

You wrapped your arms around his neck holding him close as you began bouncing harder. The gasp of air wasn't enough you were light heated, hot, tingly all over but you couldn't stop. You were so close and so was Louis. “I’m so close Y/N so close…. it's so good”

“Cum for me Louis please I wanna so how pretty you are when you come” your words were just what Louis needed to fall off the edge. White clouded his vision as he came a stream of moans leaving his lips “Thank you, thank you, thank you”

Louis's face scrunching up and mouth falling open filling your ears with moans was the last push you needed. Back arching as you scratched at whatever flesh was under your hands. After you came your body dropped down resting against Louis.

Louis was impressed with you further he never thought he would find someone who would accept him but you did without a second thought. He pulled the blanket tighter around your bodies “I like this blanket, it’s soft” a giggle left your lips.

“Yeah, I got it from the department store on East St……that's also where I got the panties.” Louis made a mental note to visit the store sometime but you had other plans. “Maybe we can go together sometime so you can pick out what you want, pretend you're buying them for me?”

Louis's heart fluttered. You would do that for him?! He cuddled closer to you closing his eyes preparing to sleep. Wanting to sleep in your arms “I would like that a lot Y/N, thank you”

Masterlist

Thank you everyone for being patient hopefully it was worth the wait 🤭

#louis ives x reader #louis ives imagine #louis ives #the extra man #paul dano #paul dano character #paul dano imagine #paul dano x reader #my writing

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danotits · 1 year

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up her skirt

louis ives x reader

summary: louis has been feeling a bit down, so you take them shopping for some new clothes

warnings/content: hurt/comfort, dysphoria (only a lil), smut, semi-public sex, fluff, gn!louis (she/they pronouns), gn reader

length: 1k

♡♡♡♡♡

Your girlfriend had had a hard month. With autumn just settling in, there'd been a cold blast coming through, and New York was coated in thick, depressing fog. She only had summer clothes so far, so on the days when wearing her suits to work didn't spark joy, she didn't even have anything affirming to put on when she got home. They still enjoyed their suits, but clearly the lack of weather appropriate dresses and skirts and blouses had been wearing her thin.

You decided, one afternoon when the fog had lifted and the sun was peeking through the clouds, to take her shopping. They were still nervous about going shopping, especially when they were wearing baggy sweatpants and a hoodie (the least offending cold weather items she had in her closet) and didn't feel like she belonged in the women's section. So you took her to a bougie department store and set her up in a dressing room while you scoured the racks for something nice for her. There were lots of great tartan skirts this season, so you picked up some mid-length ones that swished pleasantly when you took them off the rack. Louis loved full skirts.

The next rack housed some unassuming women's pants, in similar tartan prints to the skirts. You hesitated before picking them up in their size. They might be able to get away with these at work. The fitted ones would have been a bit awkward, her shape being so straight, so you got straight leg ones and hoped she'd like them. Next you beelined to the blouses section. Before you walked in, she'd been looking longingly at one in the window display. You found it and sifted through until you found the color from the display: a soft sage green. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was made of a thicker material and had long sleeves that were slightly puffy.

Before you went to your girlfriend's dressing room, you stopped and hauled a bunch of sweaters in your arms. These should keep her occupied while I look for some nice winter jackets, you thought, and went into the dressing rooms and knocked on her door.

"Lou, darling?" You said softly.

They unlocked the door and you unceremoniously dumped the sweaters on the stool so you could hang up the rest on the various hooks. Louis stared at the pants.

"I thought you could wear them to work." You said.

"They're lovely, but… no, I think everyone would notice." You patted her shoulder comfortingly.

"That's ok. I'm gonna go find you some jackets." You replied.

♡

After successfully finding three jackets that would look perfect on Louis, you returned to the dressing room. She was analyzing her outfit in the mirror. She was wearing one of the skirts, the blouse and a big white fluffy jumper. You couldn't help it, you turned her away from the mirror and kissed her. As they melted into it, you pushed them back into the mirror, and they let out a soft moan as you pinned them there.

You let her go but stayed pressed close to her, and brushed her hair back from her face.

"You look so beautiful, sweetheart." You cooed. Louis looked down, smiling bashfully, and you gently used your hand to bring her eyes back to yours. "You really do."

You kissed her again, long and slow, and before either of you knew it your hands were up her sweater and gently tugging the blouse out from the waist and of the skirt. They looked so warm and sweet and you needed to feel their hot skin on your fingers. She shivered lightly as you made contact, fingers still a little cold as you hadn't worn gloves outside. You trailed up to feel the lace of their bralette. She didn't always wear one, but the feel of it was familiar, and you knew how to get exactly where you wanted.

Louis sighed as you brushed your fingers over her nipples. It amused you how sensitive they were. You had to shush them as you started to rub circles. As you did this, you pushed your leg between hers, and you could feel her getting hard through the skirt. She moaned again as you used your leg to rub up against her cock. You put your mouth back on hers and did it again.

It was hard work lifting the long, heavy skirt but when you finally got your hand up there, you were rewarded with Louis' fully hard cock straining against her underwear. You clamped your other hand over her mouth as you stroked a finger along the outline, then dipped your hand into her panties and rubbed your thumb along the slit of her cock.

"Honey, you're so wet for me." You whispered as you felt their precum. Taking her into your hand, you started slowly pumping. You knew it wouldn't take long to get her there, so you wanted to savor this. Louis mouthed something against your hand, so you let go for a moment.

"More, please." was all she said, voice breathy. How could you deny them when they asked so nicely? You started going faster, as her cock twitched in your hand and you could hear breathy moans escaping the confines of your hand over her mouth. She was so close already. You stroked her faster and faster, until you could feel her all but drooling, and as you swiped your thumb over her slit again, she came.

When you let go of her mouth, she reached up and wiped the spit from her lips. You tucked her back into her panties and gave her a sweet kiss.

"Good girl." You whispered as you pulled away.

Louis leaned back against the mirror, coming down from the high as you suddenly laughed. They looked at you, confused. You laughed harder.

"I hope you like that skirt," You said. "'Cause we kinda got it dirty."

Louis smiled at you, adoration in their eyes, and huffed a small laugh. She pushed herself away from the mirror and came over to enclose you in a hug. The material of the sweater tickled your neck as she kissed you on the head.

"Thankyou." They said.

♡

Louis proudly carried their new clothes to the counter. The cashier smiled as they rang it up, and gave Louis an encouraging thumbs up as she left the store with you, holding the bags as you walked back out into the brisk street together.

#i hope this is ok #louis ives #the extra man #louis ives x reader #paul dano #danonation #smut

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short-skirt-longjackett · 2 years

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A Helping Hand

(my favorite genderfluid babe <3333)

-Louis Ives x gn!reader

-warnings: nsfw, reach around, handjob, snowballing (cum eating)

When Louis got home, all he wanted to do was be with you. When he walked through the door you were in the kitchen cooking dinner, “Hi hun! How was work?” you asked, unaware of his bad day

When he came into the kitchen, he hugged your waist and mumbled he didn’t have a good day. You felt bad but with dinner almost done and night time approaching, you told him to get comfy clothes on and wait on the couch, you’ll be there in a bit.

Louis slipped into her black night dress you gifted her for your 1-year anniversary. She patted the dress as she looked in the mirror, swaying while looking at her dress. She couldn’t help but smile, you gifted this to her and it fitted so well.

She loved the shortness of the dress, her legs looked amazing in it. She wondered back into the living room and sat on the couch. She watched from afar and you take off your oven mits.

Watching you walk over, she crossed her legs like you taught her, “So, what happened at work today hun?..Here come sit between my legs,” you said, patting your lap while leaning back a tad, sitting up against the arm of the couch. She blushed and nodding, leaning back first into your chest, feeling frustrated just talking about the assholes she works with.

“All I wanted was to look at the women’s fashion magazine and now...I’m just a creep to them..” She choked up, she felt so ridiculed when her coworkers made her feel like a pervert. You shushed her as you, rubbing the sides of her arms, “it’s okay honey, you are not a creep okay?”

Your words always soothed her. You are her rock, her main support system, and she couldn’t be more grateful. The tears she felt well up in her eyes went away, breathing in and out slowly, just like you told her to do. You kissed her cheek to calm her down.

“You’re so beautiful my love, just remember that,” you said, continuing to kiss her cheek then moving down to her neck.

She bit her bottom lip as the feeling of you kissing down her neck. You startled Louis when you decided to suck on the sensitive flesh of her neck. Your hands snaked up to her chest, grabbing her chest as if they were breasts. Louis held back their moans as you made a small noise when you groped her chest. She felt your hand slip past the fabric of her dress, you feeling her flesh and hard nipples.

She arches her back, moaning a bit as you pinch them lightly. You tugged slightly, loving her reactions. “Just relax baby, I’m going to take care of you tonight..” you whispered into her neck, continuing to kiss the redden skin.

“Ah…Y/n please…please touch me more…” she moaned, feeling her panties tighten for the growing erection forming. She loved the way you easily turn her on.

One hand stays on her chest while your other hand slides down the soft materials to palm her erection. “Does that feel good sweetheart?” you asked and she bucked her hips, “Y-Yes..!”

You lifted up the material and continued to palm her through her panties, she was aching for you, “Such a good girl..” you whispered to her, pulling her cock out, stroking it slow at first.

This was heaven, you stroking her cock, groping her, and sucking on her neck…You really knew how to release tension. You then turned her head toward your face, looking her in the eyes, “Who’s my good girl?” you asked sweetly.

“M-Me! I’m a good girl..! I’m your good girl, ma’am!” she cried out as you stroked faster. Seeing your lovely girlfriend like this was so amazing, you knew just how to fluster her and make her cum faster.

You began to kiss Louis, her returning it in a needy manner. She clenched her thighs together as you teased the tip, whimpering at your actions.

Louis remembers the first time you have him a handjob while looking him in the eyes the whole time, god you really knew what you were doing. But you groping her breast and kissing her made her crazy.

Louis whimpering into the kiss, feeling to weak to kiss back, “M-Ma’am… I’m so close! Can you please let me cum? I’ve been so good please..!” she pleaded, hips bucking into your hand.

“Count down from ten for me, don’t stop or you’ll have to restart.” you demanded, going as fast as your hand will let you.

Louis nodded as she started from ten. When she made it to eight so was breathing heavy instead of counting, “Do you want to start over?” you asked as she shook her head no and continued.

“T-two….o-one! Thank you ma’am! I-I’m cunning..!” she whines, cum spurting out and onto your hand and a bit of the bottom of her tummy. She breathed heavily as you kissed her forehead, “You did so, so good for me baby girl… I’m so proud of you..” you smiled, hearing her giggle at your praise.

You raised your cum-covered hand to her mouth, “Taste yourself my love..” you say as she licked her cum off of your hand, cleaning your hand properly. After it was all off her hand, you kissed her, your tongue swirling around cum with her tongue. You pulled away, “Are you feeling relaxed?” you ask.

“Y-Yea, thank you Y/n. You helped me a lot.” Louis smiled, kissing you quickly. She got off body and pulled you up off the couch, “What about dinner love?” she asked. “Don’t worry I put it in the oven so it’ll stay warm. Go wash your hands so we can eat.” you kissed her cheek and left for the kitchen sink.

You always took such good care of her.

#danonation #paul dano #louis ives x reader #louis ives #the extra man #louis ives the extra man #luis ives x reader #louis ives smut

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pictureinme · 6 months

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kinktober day xvi. BODY WORSHIP - louis ives

word count: ~700 tags: praise, lingerie, blow-jobs/anal fingering masterlist | ao3

Louis stands before you, donned in that red polka-dotted slip she bought just for tonight. She looks down at her feet, swaying slightly as she avoids making any eye contact with you, “What do you think?”

You walk up to her, and raise Louis’ head up by the chin, “You look absolutely beautiful, my love. This color suits you so well…”

She bites her lip, smiling as you run your hands up and down her sides, “Do you really think so? It’s a bit short…”

“Never too short, not for me,” you grin as you sneak your hands underneath the thin fabric, tracing shapes on her chest. Louis giggles quietly, trying to stifle a moan as you start to mouth against her covered breast.

“Such a pretty girl for me, so perfect…”

Your tongue darts out, the fabric only doing so much to dull the sensations you were giving her– she was always partial to touch like this. You place a kiss upon it before you guide her back to the bed, laying Louis down. The fabric bunches up and reveals the matching panties, and you bite your lip.

“My God, Louis,” you crawl over to her, kneeling before her open legs, “You pulled out all the stops, didn’t you?”

She nods sweetly as you knead at her thighs, “Just for you, (Y/N). I remembered how much you liked stuff like this…”

“Doll, I can’t help but like it when you look so damn good in it,” you ghost your fingers over her hardening arousal, straining against the tiny piece of fabric. Louis’ hips buck up, desperate for your attention.

“Gonna make you feel so fucking good, Louis, baby…”

She mewls when you wetly kiss her covered tip before peeling the panties off of her legs, “Please, fuck–!”

You quickly suck on her tip as soon as it bobs up against her stomach– your shared eagerness was almost palpable. Louis chokes out a moan as your hand explores the rest of her length, tightening at all the right moments. You look up at her with innocent eyes as she rakes her fingers through your hair, smiling down at you with a ragged breath.

“Taste amazing, God,” you catch your breath, jacking her off slowly as you slip your tongue over her slit incessantly. “Want you in my mouth all the time, baby.”

Her eyebrows furrow as you speak, the little whimpers escaping her throat only increasing in volume, “Fuck, don’t stop, (Y/N), please!”

You smile widely before fitting even more of her into your mouth, gagging ever so slightly as you reach the hilt– your nose brushing against her. Your hand reaches under to tease at her entrance, her back arching into the delicate touch. Quickly wettening it with your spit, you slip it inside with relative ease as you return to deepthroating her eagerly.

“Oh– oh my God, fuck!”

Louis brings a hand to cover her mouth as you finger her slowly, opening her up to this new sense of pleasure. You try your best to maintain eye contact with her as you curl your finger inside, even as her eyes roll back with a whine. She was beyond close.

“Don’t stop, oh my God…!”

You keep at the pace you’ve set and begin to insert one more finger, wanting to see how much she can take. She whines again, stuttering in her movements as she almost immediately releases into your mouth– catching you off-guard. You swallow her arousal as you slowly remove your fingers from her, not wanting to overstimulate Louis too much.

She watches as you swallow and whimpers at the intimate gesture– her eyes beckon you to come up on the bed with her.

“Did so good for me, Louis, baby,” you crawl onto the bed beside her, stroking her hair once you lay down. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more than words can say, (Y/N).”

#louis ives x reader #paul dano x reader #louis ives smut #paul dano smut #kinktober 2023

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cannedbeefaroni · 7 months

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could I pretty please request louis ives with maybe a feminine soft dom 🥺🙏

still thinking about the scene with the red dress...

#danonation #danocel #louis ives x reader #louis ives #the extra man

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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How Dano Characters Would Play Stardew Valley Part II | Dano!Characters x GN!Reader

Dano!Characters x GN!Reader

Author's Note | we got part two up in here! this concept is so fun to me so I hope that y'all enjoy the lighthearted content! I promise I am still working on my milestone requests (y'all would not believe how many requests I actually got oh my gosh) but I just wanted to break it up with this fun little thing!!

Warnings | slight spoilers for Stardew Valley? overall, this is pure fluff!

✰ Joby Taylor ✰

First of all, you'd have to force Joby to play the game. He'd roll his eyes at the cutesy graphics and write it off as just a time waster. But he'd get sucked in and get super invested in it.

Joby doesn't really like farming. He isn't good at it. And he has a hard time budgeting out his money to buy the proper amount of seeds. He also isn't great with planning ahead and has absolutely planted seeds a few days before the turn of the season and gets surprised when they all die.

But he loves planting wheat. It grows fast and then he can turn them into beer. He gets really good at the brewing aspect and regularly sells the spoils of his keg collection and gets rich that way.

He dates literally every single bachelor and bachelorette and gets both the scenes with the boys and the girls where they all slut shame him. He gets so pissed off that none of the marriage candidates will talk to him the week afterwards.

When he builds up his friendship levels again, he has a hard time choosing between Sebastian and Abigail. He alternates between both, marrying one, staying with them for about a year, divorcing them, and then marrying the other. He erases his ex's memory and proceeds to romance them all over again. He has absolutely no remorse for this.

Joby chooses a dog as his pet. Surprisingly, he gets very attached to the dog. He’d name the dog after some rock legend like Kurt, Sid, or Mick. That dog is basically the only creature he bothers to care for in the entire game.

Oh. And yeah. He absolutely sells out to Joja Corporation purely because he thinks it's funny and doesn't want to have to gather all the goods for the community center.

✰ Louis Ives ✰

Louis would adore the concept of this game but would be a fairly casual player. They're not super intense on farming or mining. But they love decorating the farm and the house.

They memorize the pathing of each NPC so they can build around their pathing in town. They decorate with all sorts of greenery and stone pathing and spend lots of time switching out decor to match with the passing seasons. Louis has the prettiest version of Pelican Town on their save file.

Louis makes friends with all of the townies so quickly. They're good at memorizing all of the birthdays and setting aside presents to give everyone.

When deciding between a dog and a cat for their pet, Louis chooses a cat. And they’d name it some sort of feminine human name like Lily or Claire.

Louis has so much fun with making clothes. The second Emily gives them the sewing machine, Louis is spending all of their gold on getting a barn full of sheep so they can continually be producing wool to make into fabric.

They will combine basically every item they possibly can with fabric to see what sort of clothing it would make. And they make a deliberate effort to wear every single article of clothing possible.

They would marry Emily. Emily was the girl who introduced them to sewing, which is what initially gets them interested. She's just so unique and fun and it keeps them on their toes.

When Emily gives their character the Magic outfit, Louis will try and incorporate at least one piece into their outfit at all times.

They venture into the mines (even though they absolutely suck at combat) just to find minerals to give to Emily.

✰ Percy Dolarhyde ✰

Percy is the biggest brat with this game. He isn't even good at the game in the slightest. Which is probably the most frustrating thing of all for him.

He can't even try to flex being good at any of the mechanics. Catching fish? He loses them all. Farming? Boring. Combat? Terrible.

Percy gets knocked out every single time he goes into the mine and loses half of his items. Or he loses track of time and passes out at 2 AM and ends up getting mugged. This angers him immensely.

This man is the only person in the world who could develop rage over a game like Stardew Valley. He isn't good at it and doesn't understand it and this upsets him a lot more than it should.

Percy doesn't care about forming genuine friendships with characters. He'd marry random villagers and then divorce them for just the drama of it all. Hell, he'll randomly give trash to villagers just to see their reactions.

Just like in real life, no one likes Percy.

He gets heavily attached to the dog and the horse you can eventually get. He probably calls the dog Copper and names the horse Dusty. Truly, those are the only characters (are they even really characters though?) that he can even slightly form a real bond with.

Needless to say, someone is absolutely putting a few bullets through their Nintendo Switch before whining to their father to get them another one.

✰ Pierre Bezukhov ✰

Pierre gets super invested very quickly. Especially with farming. He's terribly useless in the mines, of course. But he tries his best. If he's playing multiplayer with someone else, he'll sacrifice himself in the most dramatic fashion if any monsters attack.

On farming: Pierre is so diligent with it. He does all of the math for how many crops he can manage to grow in a season. He doesn't care too much about profits, however. The joy of planting seeds and watching them slowly grow into pixel fruits and veggies fulfills him more than any amount of money ever could.

He's super attentive to the crops and will insist upon watering them all himself instead of just using the sprinklers.

Pierre loves the animals and chooses a cat for his pet. He’d name it some stereotypical cat name like Whiskers or Mittens. He’s a simple man and when he sees a pixel cat, he can’t help but be smitten.

This man marries Penny, of course. Pierre loves her kindness but also loves her dedication to kids and having a family. When she offers to decorate the bedroom, he chooses the Forest and Moon theme.

Pierre can fully embrace the slice of life narrative and doesn’t get bored by it. He could literally waste hours away on this game between building up his farm and discovering what the world has to offer. He takes the most time to technically “finish” the game because he really cares about exploring every aspect.

✰ Seth ✰

Seth goes into this game with one goal in mind: making as much money as possible. And he means business. He will try any and every money making tactic in the game.

He isn't great with farming though. Not for a lack of trying, either. He just simply forgets about his crops. He's constantly forgetting to water them and ends up accidentally letting them die.

This man has a thing for pyrotechnics and will always be using bombs in the mines to get through the levels. This is where he gets a lot of his riches. He goes the route of getting diamonds and making dozens upon dozens of Crystalariums so he can duplicate diamonds forever.

Seth is also pretty good at fishing, surprisingly. When he can focus on it, he can get sucked into wasting an in-game day standing on the dock at the beach, just casting his line while using the Treasure Hunter so he can get extra gems while fishing.

Before too long, Seth fills up his farm with four separate sheds, each filled with Crystalariums that are all hard at work. On the days where they're all finished duplicating, he just waltzes through each shed and mutters to himself, "Time for daddy's payday..."

If he needs any ores or wood or stone, he's not harvesting it himself. He buys all of his supplies at this point.

Seth doesn't get married! He isn't letting himself get tied down in both the real and virtual world. But he does flirt with every one of the bachelorettes. Of course he does.

He gets slut shamed by all of the bachelorettes and he's kind of bitter about it. But he gets over it quickly and moves on.

His biggest achievement? Being able to place the Gold Clock on his farm.

✰ Simon Feck ✰

Simon is unabashedly in love with this game. He likes playing video games in his spare time anyways, but this one is intriguing to him because of the wholesome themes and because it literally never ends.

He doesn't get too into interacting with the other characters. He just loves automating his farm.

The day he gets the enrichers that spread fertilizer automatically? He's in paradise. He places Junimo huts everywhere so that they can do everything for him.

This man absolutely mods his game. Simon gets obsessed with adding random expansions packs that give him extra crops to mess with, extra NPCs, and extra locations.

He's not great at connecting with the NPCs so he tends to look towards the wiki for help on knowing what to do and which gifts to give who, though he is very secretive about this and will get offended if anyone even implies that he's not being a purist.

Simon falls head over heels for Maru. It takes him a while to get there, but he eventually marries her and adores the fact that there's an NPC who's just as into science and technology as he is.

✰ Timothy Klitz ✰

Klitz also mods his game. But the mods he uses are mostly cosmetic. He definitely uses the one that changes the villager portraits to anime style portraits.

He’s also a huge video game purist so he really tries to toe the line between keeping his experience as true to the original as possible while also making his game prettier to look at. He’s a sucker for a mod that puts a good filter over the whole game.

He also chooses a cat for his pet. He’s allergic to dogs in real life and he’s dragging that with him into the virtual setting. He’d choose the orange cat and would name it Garfield just for the fun of it.

Klitzy is madly in love with Hayley. He thinks she's the prettiest bachelorette in town and it absolutely breaks his heart when she bullies him.

When her birthday comes around in Spring, he gives her the only thing in his inventory, a dandelion. And when she says, “It's my birthday and you give me this? Is this some kind of joke?” He is in mourning. He will quit the game and restart the day just so he won't have to deal with that lowering his friendship level with her.

He takes it personal when she rejects him at the Flower Dance. Even if you explain that he just needs to have at least four hearts with her, he is absolutely insulted.

It takes him so long to actually figure out what gifts she likes to receive because he's dead set on not checking the wiki. He considers it cheating and takes the purity of his gameplay experience very seriously.

He's actually good at fishing. Big shocker, but he has the patience and the reflexes to actually catch every fish fairly quickly. He also likes keeping them in fish tanks; he has so many fish tanks littered throughout his house and his sheds.

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