and my bra is showing

anonymous asked:

Any advice on what undergarments to wear for girls when cosplaying someone wearing a spandex suit? For example I'm cosplaying Ladybug from Miraculous and it's a skintight suit so it shows my bra and underwear, like how do I hide that???

There’s seamless underwear sets you can buy they’re not 100% but they help!

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Glitter KOLLECTION 

I’m proud to show you my Glitter KOLLECTION 

It Contains:

  • 1 Bra (4Swatches)
  • 1 Tube Top (8 Swatches)
  • 4 Tight Skirt (4 Lengths) (8 Swatches)

Additgionals Informations:

  • HQ Texture
  • 3 Packages
  • Low Poly
  • No Known Problems
  • ZIP File (6,10 Mo)
  • No Custom Thumbs (Mabe One Day)

Rules

  • Recolors/Re Textures are allowed but Don’t Include the mesh
  • Don’t Claim as Your Own
  • Don’t Re-Upload
  • Tag Me If You Use It
  • Enjoy !

Extra:

Tell me if you wanna participate to the Quen2n’s Fashion Week just send me a DM and i gonna tell you all the rules!

Also BIG Thank’s to @candyforniasmoonlight who’s have the idea of the triangle bra.

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A Sugar Baby’s Guide to a Luxury Wardrobe and Brands

FOLLOW ME ON MY SB INSTA ~ I have like no followers because I just started the account & would love to connect with more sugar sisters on another platform! I will be posting shopping hauls and inspiration photos. There will also be restaurant, bar and club recommendations and travel pics! SISTERS ONLY!!! @citysugarbabe


Disclaimer: This is my own opinion, and you are free to disagree! I am not being sponsored or gifted items by any of these brands (I wish!). I am simply just trying to share some of my style tips based off of my own wardrobe :) xo

Will continue to update as I think of more things! This was just off the top of my head. Feel free to send in suggestions, if I use it I will give you credit when I edit the post! Questions also welcome. 

Although I am relatively new to the sugar bowl, dressing stylishly and well is something I have done all of my life. I hope my advice can help others! A top, big fish SD is going to dress well, and he’s going to want his SB to do the same. You must exude confidence and style for him to want to pursue you. 

If you are a sugar baby looking to build an ultimate, timeless luxury wardrobe look no further - check out my guide below!

Basics:
T-shirts & Tank Tops - ATM (wonderfully flattering, especially for bigger busts), T by Alexander Wang, Helmut Lang, James Perse
Jeans - rag&bone/JEAN, J Brand, Citizens of Humanity, 7 for all Mankind, J Brand, Current/Elliott, AG Adriano Goldschmidt. Yes I love my denim :)
Anything with a blatant logo on it like True Religion is a NONO.
Shirts - Equipment
Sweatpants - I used to absolutely detest sweatpants but after seeing photos of Rihanna and Gigi rock them, I’m kind of into it. Have my eye on a pair from Fenty X Puma now!

Lingerie:
Agent Provocateur (DUH) has the most sexy pieces, they make you feel wonderful about yourself, however I would only wear their stuff to show off for my man. Their bras, corsets, bustiers etc. don’t give much support so if you’re just wearing them trying to run errands your boob may pop out of its cup lol! Very annoying to constantly keep having to tuck it back in under your shirt.

I have quite a large bust, so I shop at Journelle, Stella McCartney, Elle Macpherson, Nancymeyer.com and Chantelle because a lot of other nice brands don’t make my size as much (32DD/E) - these are for sexier but still functional pieces.

Calvin Klein and Victoria’s Secret for the most functional underwear.
Hanky Panky has great one size fits most thongs, and Commando for underwear for a tight dress or something that gives NO VPL (visible panty lines!)

Shoes:
Sneakers (for fashion, not the gym) - Golden Goose, Common Projects
Sneakers (for the gym) - Nike
Gianvito Rossi - The new Manolo in my opinion. Not as overdone and not flashy like Louboutins. Wonderfully classic. Something I’d wear to a dream job interview or meeting a boyfriend’s parents.
Louboutins - even though they’re a bit trashy now I still love the sex appeal of a red bottom.. who can resist?
Rochas does beautifully embellished flats that you can wear with a cocktail dress if you aren’t feeling heels!
K. Jacques for flat sandals. Made in St. Tropez but they sell it on Shopbop etc.
Chanel and Lanvin for ballet flats
Love Stuart Weitzman’s highland and lowland boots, even though it seems like everyone and their mother owns a pair. They’re just so flattering and I love that they have them in so many neutral colors.
I like Saint Laurent’s basic flat Chelsea ankle boots. Go with everything in the fall.

Dresses:
Dolce & Gabbana - I LOVE Dolce & Gabbana!! As I said I am quite curvy, and their dresses are absolutely made for my body type.
Cushnie et Ochs - Also sexy AF
Giambattista Valli - When you want to look like an elegant, high fashion flower child
Saint Laurent - SO expensive, more for the extremely thin Kate Moss types, but I just like to look anyways :)
Less expensive but still great: Zimmermann (love Aussie clothing brands), Wheels&Dollbaby, Nicholas, L’Agent, Reformation, For Love & Lemons, Maje

Sweaters:
Ralph Lauren, Loro Piana, Brunello Cucinelli
J Crew, Joie, Vince and Everlane (cheaper)

Coats/Jackets:
Maxmara for the elegant, most classic pieces EDIT 10/9/2016: Maxmara carries very well-cut and stylishly professional coats. Think Olivia Pope-esque. This is also where Kim K got her iconic camel wrap coat and yes, they still carry it. I have one!
AllSaints for a great rocker chic leather biker jacket - try a mens one to increase the cool factor
Rick Owens - Also great for leather jackets, but more elegant and definitely more expensive 
Chanel: Their tweed jackets and coats are ultimate and so timeless- wear one with a simple white t shirt, jeans and booties to achieve that Parisian je ne sais quoi.
Yves Salomon does a great fur coat, EDIT 10/9/2016: that isn’t AS expensive as other top fur designers… think $5000-$10,000 which is still mega expensive but still far cheaper than J Mendel whose furs can fetch up to 60k (or even more)! and the quality is still great. I used to get Elizabeth and James furs for like a $1000 but tbh they looked cheap. I think if you can’t afford good fur, it’s best to spend on other areas, because cheap fur just makes you look, well, cheap!

Bags:
Chanel. Duh.
Never used to like Gucci but their new horsebit Dionysus bags (in plain suede without the Gucci logo) are to die for
Valentino Rockstud (a little bit passé but I still like mine)
Mansur Gavriel for something timeless and not too flashy
Saint Laurent for a tote bag. If you’re young, in my opinion this is a much better alternative than an Hermes Birkin or Kelly. I think for a young girl to be carrying a Birkin is a little bit… much. Although if you have found an SD who will buy you a Birkin then I say the more power to you, you’re clearly doing much better than me and feel free to ignore my advice - if fact can I have your advice?? lol

EDIT OCT. 9, 2016:

Where do I shop?
Great question - so. many. places.

Online (just google the names, I’m too lazy to hyperlink haha. Maybe another day):

Net-a-porter: love, and they do same-day courier delivery in NYC, London and Hong Kong
Moda Operandi: swoon-worthy site. You can pre-order next season’s clothes custom made for you straight off the runway, and they show up at your door just in time for the season! You put a 50% deposit down when you place the order at first, and pay the rest a few months later when the clothing piece is completed. I trick myself into believing that it’s budgeting, lol.
Farfetch
Shopbop
Revolve Clothing
TheRealReal (You can get some GREAT designer pre-owned and vintage on the cheap here, AND sell your old designer stuff you don’t want anymore! Note they only accept from a preselected list of designers, check that your item’s brand is on the list before sending anything in to sell)
Vestiaire Collective (same as theRealReal)
Forward by Elyse Walker
SSENSE
TheOutNet (Net-a-porter’s sale site. I’ve found some fantastic deals here. But be sure to check everyday because they definitely sell out fast)
Barneys, Saks, Selfridges, Bergdorfs etc. - I know these are department stores, but their websites are surprisingly well-maintained and carry a really good stock of stuff from top designers.

10 Minutes(M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut

A/N- I was in my feelings earlier and this was the result. Hope you guuys enjoy it. -Admin Kook


Y/N POV

I stared at his face in the mirror as he remained focus on the dance he was doing. He’s working hard for this comeback but even I know he’s overworking himself. As his girlfriend I have to be the one to tell him to chill out for awhile.

“Yah! Park Jimin!”, I shouted from my spot on the dance room floor. He turned to looks at me with sweat running down his face as he caught his breath. He shrugged his shoulders causing me to frown up and a small sigh left his lips.

“Jagiya I have to practice.”, he stated and I groaned. “Of course you do. But you also have to rest. Take care of yourself.” I challenged his puppy dog eyes with my own and he immediately reached down to turn off the speaker.

“Fine. But only 10 minutes.”, he said moving to sit next to me. I gave a small smile as I handed him a small lunch box. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he took the box with a shy thank you.

“There’s my Jiminie.”, I giggled pinching his cheeks. He stared at me for a few second before setting the lunch box on the floor and pulling me into his lap.

“You’re always taking care of me Y/N. I’m the man here remember. So let me take care of you this time.”, he smirked and I blushed looking away from him.

“But I think I want to try something different. You always said you liked my thighs hm?”, he questioned causing me to blush even harder. I do admire his thighs to the point where I have certain thoughts. Thoughts I didn’t think he had caught onto. He helped me out of my jeans leaving me in just my shirt and panties. His warm hands sliding up my back and latching onto my bra before skillfully taking it off. Thank god for strapless bras.

“I want you to ride my thighs. Show me what you were fantasizing about last night.”, he muttered with a lustful gaze.

“You knew?”, I asked embarrassed as he nodded with a sly grin.

“You’re best friend isn’t really good with secrets.”, he stated and I frowned. Fucking Kim Taehyung.

“Yeah, he wasn’t supposed to know in the first place.”, I mumbled as he leaned to kiss my lips.

His arms wrapped around my waist as our lips molded together. I caressed his cheeks as I opened my mouth for his tongue to explore. His tongue dominated your own as he deepened the kiss. His hands trailed down to my ass while our tongues clashed. I let out a soft moan upon feeling his thigh muscles flex under my heat. A smirk appeared on his lips after he pulled away from my heaving body. His fingers ran through my hair before pulling slightly to expose my neck to him while the other pulled at my tank top. His hungry eyes clouded with lust as I came undone by his talented hands. His plump lips attached to my neck most likely leaving hickeys here and there. My hands pulled as his soft locks as a impatient moan escaped my lips.

“Jimin-ah”, I cried out as he lifted his leg pushing further into my womanhood. “Feel how wet you are already Y/N?” I gripped his shoulders as his action set my nerves on fire. He chuckled before pulling my shirt off and tossing it across the room.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N.”, he mumbled kissing down my chest before taking a nipple in between his lips. He sucked as if he was a hungry child and I squirmed on top of him. His eyes stared up to look me in my face while I bit the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from moaning too loudly. “Don’t. No one is around so be as loud as you want.”

I continued biting my lip as he worshiped my chest with his tongue. When he took notice of my silence he brushed my heat once more with his thigh leaving me breathless as I lowered my face into his neck. I felt myself losing control over my own body as he made unravel.

“Move.”, he commanded and I twirled my hips on his denim covered thigh. I slowly moved back and forth with the feelings of passion flowing through my veins. His arms wrapped around my torso to keep me in place as my orgasm neared. The friction his thigh made with my clit sends electricity coursing through my body. “You like that Y/N?”

“Jimin-ah!”, I squealed as he tensed his muscles and he smirked against my skin.

“Scream my name princess.”, he told me slipping his hands in my underwear to cup my ass. I could feel his jeans becoming damp from my actions. His lips found mine as my pace quickened pulling my release closer.

“Jimin I’m gonna cum.”, I moaned out and he nodded with a grin on his lips. His hands grabbed my hips, rocking me against his thigh harder and faster.

“Go ahead. Cum for me Y/N.”, he said and at that moment I clenched my eyes shut as I reached a full body orgasm leaving me crying out his name and arching into his chest. I buried my face in his neck as I slowed down, rising out my high as he squeezed my thighs. “Good girl.”

Once my body went limp in his arms stood up, carrying me to the practice room couch. He gently set me down before moving to kiss my lips. I reached for his belt but he swatted my hand away and I gave him a confused look.

“I don’t even have to get off if I get to watch you cum like that more often.”, he smirked with his hands in his pockets as he turned to turn the radio back on. The music blared from the speaker as I stared at him dumbfounded.

“That was ten minutes babe.”, he smirked before turning back to dance leaving my recovering form on the couch.

anonymous asked:

How do you all feel about dress codes?

They’re sexist and I hate them. I shouldn’t be denied an education because my shorts are too short or my bra is showing. I’m cute and I like to wear cute things. Getting groped is the least of my worries. If they’re not scared to touch me, they better not be scared to get a spinning heel kick to the throat either.

Would Never Call It Love | Finale

After many many many weeks of me being gone, I’ve finally gotten the courage to write the finale of a story that I’ve had so much fun writing, and have had so much fun seeing you guys reactions to it. This story is now my most popular with the most notes I’ve ever gotten on a post, and I can’t thank you guys enough for always pushing me to be a better writer. Sad to end this one, but I have ideas in store for a new story, can’t wait to share it with you guys hopefully soon :-). Enjoy.

(not my photo)

Previous parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 


This day had to come. This day was bound to creep on us sooner. This day may not seem huge to some people, but it’s huge to me. 

The last show of their first leg of the tour. Also known as, the day I’ve decided to go back home to my lonely, small, quiet home…all by myself.

When did I decide this? Probably about 5 hours ago at 7 am when I impulsively bought a plane ticket, while at breakfast with Luke, Ashton, and Arzaylea. While the couple talked throughout breakfast, Ashton kept nudging me and bugging me about what had me so fixated on my small screen, but he leaned over a little far at one point and gave an annoyed sigh before throwing his share for his own food and walked out of the eatery. Luke and Arzaylea still haven’t figured it out.

Now here I am, packing my things, the memories of the last couple of weeks with the boys coming down on me. I picked up a black and white stripped shirt that I wore the day of their 3rd concert, the one where Michael spilled a little too much water on me backstage after the show, and my bra peeked through; of course he didn’t seem to mind though. I then started placing the different colored bracelets Ashton gave me within the second week of tour inside a little pouch in my suitcase. They made me smile because they matched his, so I’d always have a little part of him.

Then it got to my lingerie and undergarments, many of which I wore when Calum was over. I held back tears, my throat becoming itchy, as I packed them deeply away underneath anything else I could. 

I heard a knock at my door, and saw Ash standing there, leaning against the door still looking displeased.

“You know they’re asking about what happened at breakfast right?” 

I only rolled my eyes. “Why am I not surprised.”

“I’m not telling them, you are.” He strode toward my suitcase and began taking out the nicely folded clothes and even took things out of the pouches. The room went silent when he saw the colorful bracelets, and even the same bra from that night when everything took a turn for the worst. He bent down and studied them both, the memories hitting him hard as well.

“After all these weeks, you still have these bracelets?” He questioned quietly. I only gave him a nod. “And this…I remember this little number…everything felt so right that night.” He smiled sadly at the moment that practically changed everything; the friendship, the relationship, his ability to forgive himself for one mistake.

“Well, at least for one person it did.” He threw it back down next to the bracelets and began striding out of the room. I took two big steps before pulling him by the cuff of his sleeve, stopping him.

“Don’t do that to me. You don’t get to be mad at me for the decision I’m making. So what if I’m leaving? So what if I don’t want to be here anymore? It is not my fault that because of my stupid mistakes I don’t want to be in a place where I am not welcome anymore Ashton. Sorry that you don’t have a choice. You’re a part of this band, these are your best friends and even though you’re having a fight with one of them doesn’t mean you can take it out on me because you can’t run away from it like I’m doing.”

“You’re being selfish. You’re thinking of only yourself. Which is exactly what Calum said the other night when you tried talking to him right?” Slap. Instantly my hand landed on his right cheek, making it head and hair whip to the side and cover his face. My breathing was heavier and louder, the feeling of my cheeks getting red growing. He turned his head back slowly, his eyes like dagger stabbing into my skin. I could just the anger dripping off of him.

“Y/N look…” he tried to sound sympathetic, but I only held up my finger and pointed it at the door.

“Just get out.” He knew he was defeated, and that he hit a spot in me that stung. Before I shut the door on him, he turned back slightly and whispered, “Just call me when you get there, please. I need to know that you’ll be safe.” I hummed in response, and shut the door, leaning my back against it. 


Hiding my suitcase backstage behind a bunch of curtains was surprisingly easy. It was easy access, and since I would be leaving 15 minutes before the end of the guys show, nobody would really know that I had left. The only person I’d truly have to say goodbye to is Ashton since he was the only one that knew, or so I thought.

Arzaylea caught me at the snack table and tugged on my jacket, getting as far away from the boys as possible. I gave her a confused look, waiting for her to tell me what was going on since she looked so worried.

“Arz, w-what’s going on-”

“I bugged Ashton for hours about what went wrong this morning, and he finally told me.” She crossed her arms staring me down, while I was looked down messing with my fingers.

“Look, please don’t be upset with me-”

“Oh, you think I’m just upset. That’s rich. I’m more than upset with you Y/N. You’ve become like a sister to me, I thought you were stronger and had more integrity than you’re showing right now. You’re letting a stupid boy get in the way of you living your best life. You think you’ve fucked up? You think I haven’t fucked up either! This-this is all just so disappointing.”

“You have to understand that I’m miserable here now. There’s never a day that goes by anymore that I don’t blame myself for how things have laid out the past couple of weeks. I’ve only made things worst since being here, when I wasn’t even suppose to be in the first place!” I felt the water prickle in my eyes, but clenched my fists to help make it go away.

“If you’re mad because you feel like once I’m gone you feel like we’ll never see or talk to me again, then I can make a promise that that won’t happen.” She only scuffed, but in an amusing way.

“That’s partly why.” She pushed my shoulder playfully as we both smiled at each other.

“I’ll still text you, facetime you and call you. Just because Calum and I can’t get along great doesn’t mean I have to give up some of the best people in my life. I just have to…give him some space. It’s for the best.” I peeked over her shoulder slightly to see Calum biting into a green apple, water bottle in his other hand. I couldn’t help but shutter at the veins popping out of his neck and how defined his jawline got when it jutted out to eat the piece of the apple. It’s the simple things Calum did that got under my skin.

Arzaylea pulled me into a tight hug then pulled back to smile at me, and proceeded to do what most girls do with their best friends, take a snapchat. She pulled up a funny filter to get me to calm down and smile, but after the picture was taken, something slimy and runny was piled on top of my head.

Arzaylea and I jumped back from each other as some of it did get on her too, then we turned around to find Nia with a smirk holding the big plate that was dead center of the snack table that was labeled “Spaghetti.” The crew and everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing, and watched to find out what was going to happen next.

“Nia what the fuck!” Arz yelled, wiping off the bits of tomato sauce that was now on her clothes and hair.

“She deserved it.” She came up close to my face, trying to intimidate me however I held my ground and stared her right back down.

“That’s for making Calum break up with me.” She chuckled. “You think he’d really eventually end up falling for you? Oh girl, you’ve got it so wrong. He told me all the awful things you’ve done to him, but don’t worry, I fucked all the bad feelings out of him.” Before I could hear another word, I pushed past her walking fast toward the curtain where my suitcase was located. Sure, I’d have to wait in the airport for almost 2 hours, but I couldn’t stand to be in anybody’s presence anymore. I felt an arm tug me around, and the same husky voice from before rang through my ears.

“Y/N what are you doing, you can’t leave now!” He yelled in my face.

“Ashton! Stop trying to make my decisions for me. You may love me but you don’t know what’s best for me.” His grip instantly loosened and I took the chance to take my arm from his hand. “Now let me go.” And grab my suitcase hoisting it up from the ground and running toward the back exit.

I didn’t see it, but I left Calum standing there with his food now sprawled across the floor at his feet, a dumbfounded look on his face, and for the first time in a while, an aching heart. 


Calum’s POV

The last show of this first leg of the tour was thrilling and exciting, but once my body left that crowd of energy and happiness, reality snapped back into me, and all my confusion and frustration came out of me when I chucked my water bottle at the nearest wall, and it exploded everywhere. Michael’s soft voice could be heard right behind me, telling me to calm down and to not take my anger out so aggressively like that because who knows, I could’ve hit a person instead. 

“Look, I know MIkey, I’m sorry…I just-I’m so confused right now.” We both plopped down on the couch in our dressing room, my hands coming up to my face.

“What did Ashton mean by ‘you can’t leave now’ when he was talking to Y/N? And what was in her hands when she was running away…”

“She left.”

My hands came down from my face, hoping and praying I’d see a laughing MIchael after that statement. It just couldn’t be true. But after a few seconds had passed, he continued to nod his head, as if he was still trying to make the situation seem real.

“She left Cal. She went back home tonight. Ashton told me before we went on stage tonight. He couldn’t tell you because he knew it would only distract you more. He just doesn’t want to keep making you mad mate, he cares for you so much even after everything.” His hand came up to my shoulder giving it a friendly squeeze. My chest sank lower in my chest trying to piece together just how bad everything had gotten, my life outside of the lights and music, was falling into shambles.

“I need to go make up with him first.” Michael smiled and agreed, both of us quickly grabbing our stuff before heading out. He informed me that Ashton had drove straight to the hotel we were staying at right after the show ended, and that Luke and Arzaylea were spending some time together tonight out and about. We headed straight after to him to patch things up. Even though that was the first thing on my mind, I was secretly hoping Y/N just might be there.


We raced up to the elevator and impatiently waiting until it reached our floor, only to find Ashton just closing his door as if he was leaving. I ran up to him and tackled him in a big hug, his weight leaning against mine to stop us from falling. I was holding him so tight the indents in my arms were showing through, and my hand veins were popping out. 

“Ash, ash I’m so sorry for everything dude. You come before anyone else and I shouldn’t have blamed you for everything happening.” We pulled away and he smiled so big his famous dimples showed, and the crinkles near my eyes accompanied my own smile.

“Cashton, always man.” And we did one of those bro handshakes, Michael leaning against the hallway wall watching this beautiful moment unfold. My eyes slowly drooped after things quieted down. Ashton could read my mind, and his arms reached out to gently rub my shoulders.

“So, she’s really gone?”

“I just got off the phone with her. I raced back here to see if she’d still be here but, no luck.” I shook my head in disbelief, disappointed in myself for being as stubborn as I was and almost losing my best friend, along with the girl of my dreams. “Her plane should be taking off soon, I’d say text her Cal. She needs to hear from you that you at least don’t hate her.”

“But that’s the point. I don’t hate her at all, I feel so strongly for her, more than I ever thought I could for someone…” Michael came behind me and leaned his head on me sighing. The weight of her gone now upon all of us. The atmosphere seemed different, the vibe between all of us was still off, as if the Earth was off its axis and everything seemed…wrong. 

“Why don’t we get some rest now guys, we’ve worked hard these past couple of weeks. Let’s enjoy these next few days before our next leg? Am I right?” We all agreed and they decided to walk with me to my room and stay the night, just so we knew that we were all there for each other if one of us needed something throughout the night.

As we entered the room, I walked in first to see a familiar jet black sleek suitcase sitting next to the door. My eyes widened and I looked up to see Ashton holding back a small grin, jutting out his chin, telling me to go see what I was already thinking. My legs quickly carried me past the small curve of the room into the bedroom, seeing a small Y/N sitting crossed legged on my bed in the first t-shirt I ever gave her to keep when I wasn’t around her, my Maine t-shirt.

She stood up upon hearing my loud strides and the shirt fell to just above her privates, her hair disheveled and her makeup slightly streaky, like she had been crying.

“Calum…” her voice croaked. I looked back at the boys, watching them in awe as Michael’s face lit up at the sight of her, Ashton looking proud. And they both walked slowly out of the room, leaving us alone.

“They told me you left…” I said in disbelief.

“I couldn’t…I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t get on that plane and fly away from you, not without fixing things first.” She walked closer to me timidly. I had to bring her closer, so I pulled her in by her waist, wrapping my large hand around the back of her head and placing it underneath my chin, my other hand tightly wrapped around her waist. My breathing became heavy, my heart beat racing, my head filling up with euphoric memories.

“You’re-you’re heart is beating so fast Cal…”

“It’s because it’s happy to be close to you again.” She pulled away to look up at me, her eyes glossy once again, a happy yet sad look in her eyes, as if she didn’t know how to feel in his moment.

“Y/N I am so sorry for never letting you have a chance at explaining things to me, or never giving you a chance to speak and finish your sentences. And I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize it and that it took you almost leaving for me to realize that I never stopped feeling for you. But I promise if you stay, right here, with me, you won’t ever have to go through something like this again. We could have the love we’ve always wanted.” I pleaded. Without hesitation she reached up and brought my face to meet hers, her lips lightly pressing the softest kiss we’d ever shared. I couldn’t help but deepen it, feeling her smaller frame pushed up against mine again. We rested our foreheads against one another as she brought her hands to rest on my chest, lightly rubbing her thumbs over the material.

“I wouldn’t have ever called this love before.” Gesturing to the past complicated relationship we had.

“What about right now?”

“It’s the only word I can use to describe it.”


YAY IT’S FINISHED. I was going to add smut but this alone took me 3 hours so I’m extremely tired you guys ;( request smut though if you want it! Again, thank you so much on the love for this story! I put up a ‘would you rather’ post so if you could, please look at it and tell me which story you’d like to write next. Btw GGMOW will be up soon as well!

the kinky stuff // completed version (stiles one shot)

Summary: Stiles Stilinski asks you to dominate him in bed. What, are you just not going to ride his face?

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Rating: Mature for heavy swearing, graphic sexual description

A/N: This contains part one of the kinky stuff (or where stiles wants y/n to dominate him).

Originally posted by 40daddyskitten

“You’re all mine, pet.”

Stiles whimpered as I rasped into his ear. I never thought I’d get so much satisfaction out of blindfolding my boyfriend, handcuffing him to a chair, and reducing him to incoherent begging. But this was all his idea.

When Stiles had so casually suggested over pizza that we spice up our sex life, I was caught off guard—and a little offended. Did he think I was too boring? Too… vanilla? Stiles was the only one I’d ever been with and up until that conversation, I assumed he was just as satisfied as I was with our usual routine. After fumbling apologies, he explained that that was precisely the problem. Routine. Predictability. Formula.

So that’s how he wound up taking me to his closet and showing me the handcuffs he’d stolen from his dad last summer and asked me to dominate him.

Things were awkward at first to say the least, but I think I surprised both of us with how proficient I was at… the kinky stuff.

Stiles panted, “I’m all yours, only yours. Please, baby…”

Without warning, I fisted his hair and sharply tugged his head back.

“What was that, pet? Did we forget something?” I taunted. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down the elegance of his outstretched neck as he gulped.

“Ma’am, sorry—I meant ma’am,” he stuttered.

“Good boy,” I cooed, lining kisses up the column of his throat.

“Only for you,” he breathed, gasping when I bit down on his bottom lip and gently tugged.

“Oh, you’re too sweet,” I praised. I tried not to revert back to my normal self, who would typically swoon at Stiles’ compliments. I tried to remember that I needed to stay in character. For Stiles. This was his fantasy and I was here to make his dreams come true.

With that in mind, I begrudgingly pulled away. His bottom lip jutted outwards in a pout as he stomped his foot in retaliation.

“Look at you, pet.” I slowly circled Stiles, the clicking of my heels communicating my location. “Do you know how beautiful you are right now? With your hair all in disarray, your mouth so red and open like that…”

I came up behind Stiles and slowly ran my palms down his chest. My nails scratched his nipples on my way down and he gasped. Stiles turned so that his cheek nuzzled against my arm.

“Do you really think I’m beautiful?”

I smiled; he sounded so small and vulnerable beneath me, like he was clinging to every word, every touch.  

“Of course, pet,” I replied softly. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t stand it.”

Stepping in front of him, I untied Stiles’ blindfold and pried it loose. I almost sighed in relief when he finally blinked his eyes open and I encountered his warm, brown irises.

“Welcome back, pet. How’s the view?”

“[y/n]…” Stiles gave me a once over. I flushed red as he took in my outfit, his eyes going wide. I stood in front of him only in a pair of matching black bra and panties. He helplessly struggled against the cuffs, his shoulders spasming away from the chair.

“Please, let me touch you,” Stiles pleaded. “I need to touch you.”

“Now, now, let’s not get impatient,” I teased.

I took him in. He was even more beautiful up close. This might be my new favorite Stiles, with his cheeks dusted red, sweat matting his hair to his forehead, veins straining against his neck because it’s all he can do to not to explode as my hands trailed up his thighs.

Bracing myself on his shoulders, I descended onto his lap. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Stiles? How hard it is to control myself around you? How wet you make me?”

“God, [y/n], you’re driving me crazy…”

“Good. Then you finally know how it feels.” I smirked. “But don’t worry, pet. I’m gonna take good care of you.”

“Fuck, [y/n]—touch me, please,” Stiles quietly pleaded. His words sparked fire inside me, heat rushed directly to my core. I involuntarily arched my hips against his crotch, grinding down on him. Stiles let out a throaty moan.

“Now, I know you can ask nicer than that.”

“Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, ma’am. I’ll do anything you want. I can’t take it anymore. Please,” Stiles begged. Sweat collected on his top lip as he spoke. The prominent bulge in his pants confirmed his pleas.

“Hmm, now was that so hard?” I rolled my hips once more against him, relishing in the way his erection hardened against my panties.

“Fucking hell, yes—God that feels so good. Just like that. Yes, anything. Please, I want to touch you.”  

I leaned forward and clamped my teeth down on the shell of his ear. Stiles buried his face into my shoulder and groaned.

“Patience, pet. All in good time,” I whispered. I pulled back momentarily, then closed my mouth over his lips. He wasted no time as he shoved his tongue into my mouth, grazing over my teeth. I responded immediately, unable to contain my moans at his urgency. I grabbed the sides of his face and mushed our lips harder together.

While Stiles was preoccupied with my mouth, I unbuckled his belt and snuck my hand into his pants, rubbing him over his boxers. He bucked his hips into my palm, causing me to gasp.

“Eager, are we?” I playfully mocked.

“You have no idea.”

I grinned down at him. “In a moment, I’m going to uncuff you. And when I do, you are not allowed to touch me unless I tell you to. You are not allowed to come until I tell you to. You are not allowed to do anything unless I tell you to. If you obey, you will be rewarded. If you don’t, you will be punished. Do we have an understanding, pet?”

Stiles bit his bottom lip and gazed up at me.

“Y-yes.”

I lovingly stroked his hair. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I smiled warmly at him. “Perfect.”

I made a show of reaching into my bra, pulling out a small metal key. As I stepped around to Stiles’ joined hands, I heard him exhale. I inserted the key into the lock and turned. As soon as I heard the small click!, Stiles pulled his arms forward and above, stretching and rowing. I merely stared at his back, captivated by the way his muscles moved under his skin, ebbing and flowing with his movements.

Passively, I wondered if Stiles would continue to comply as earnestly with my demands.

“Alright, remember what I said,” I warned as I stepped around. I used his shoulders as leverage and leaned down low in front of him. “You’ll do exactly as I say, right?”

Stiles nodded this time as he blatantly stared at my cleavage, smirking as he rubbed his wrist. I couldn’t help but blush, feeling some of my authority slip away. He continued to silently watch me, his knees spread open in a wide stance.

I shot up and crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly insecure. I cocked my head to the side.

“What the hell are you staring at?”

“Sorry, you’re just so goddamn beautiful.” Stiles leaned forward, his hand reaching forward as he brushed his fingertips against my mid thigh.

I swiftly slapped the back of his hand, the resounding smack! reverberating through the room. I smirked at Stiles’s shocked expression and cupped his cheek, forcing him to look up.

“Stiles?” I said sweetly.

“Yeah?”

“What did I say about touching me?”

“Said not to,” he mumbled.

“Good. Try something like that again, and I’ll make you regret ever suggesting this. Now, take off your clothes.”  

Stiles faltered slightly, then recovered almost immediately as he stood up and cooperated. He maintained eye contact the whole time as he kicked off his shoes and socks. He pulled his belt loose and shoved his pants down, standing completely naked before me with his arms crossed over his chest, mirroring my stance.

He quirked an eyebrow, like he was challenging me to make my next move. I kept my head high, refusing to cower away.

“Right,” I began confidently.” “Go lay down.”

I motioned dismissively towards the bed.

He nodded and obeyed. I trailed behind him, not too subtly checking out his ass. I stopped at the foot of the bed, pausing to admire the sight before me. Stiles had chosen to lay down completely flat with his legs crossed and his hands joined together behind his head. He had that same smirk adorning his expression, that familiar air of arrogance he knew would turn me on.

I stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at him.

“We had a little bit of a slip up, but you’ve been good aside from that. I think you deserve a reward now, don’t you?” I tapped my chin, pretending to consider something.

“Yes, m…“ Stiles trailed off as I began to crawl over him. When I continued past his waist, his breath hitched. “Fuck. Fuck.

Biting my lip, I stifled a string of nervous laughter as I came up to straddle his head, one knee on either side of his face. I reached down to stroke his hair and looked directly into the pair of amber eyes that peeked out from between my thighs.

“Can we try something new, pet?”

Stiles nodded fervently.

I shivered as his warm, frantic breaths fanned over my wet core.

“I—“ I was cut off by my own giggle as I pondered the absurdity of my next statement. “I was wondering if I could ride your face.”

Without even replying, Stiles set into action. He didn’t even close his eyes as he pulled me all the way down and placed a kiss right on my panty-clad sex.

“Stiles!” I yelped. I gripped his headboard to keep from crushing him as my knees gave out.

He cheekily winked at my reaction before shoving my underwear aside and leaning forward to run his tongue over the entire expanse of my bare slit. He clasped my thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. In turn, they clamped tighter around his head as my back concaved inward, unable to handle his sudden lapping against my sensitivity.  

“Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it when I do that?” Stiles urged.

“Yeah that-ah! That, that’s good. Like that,” I stuttered out, too enraptured to correct his use of pet name.

“I want to make you feel good. I’m gonna make this so good for you, baby. You’re gonna come so hard.”

“God, Stiles…” I moaned as Stiles continued to mutter some of the filthiest things he’s ever said. He punctuated his promises by sucking furiously on my overly-stimulated bundle of nerves.

“Fuck!” I cried out when he suddenly grazed his teeth around my clit. As if that wasn’t enough, he proceeded to tug on it and rapidly flicked his tongue against it, effectively turning my legs into jelly.

I nearly keeled over when Stiles slipped in two fingers without warning. I gripped to the headboard for dear life as Stiles edged me towards climax.

“Shit, Stiles. I can’t, I’m gonna, I’m—“ My brain shut down as my orgasm took over. I reached down and tugged on Stiles’s hair, burying his face deeper inside me. As my mind turned to mush, I rode out my orgasm on his face, just like I said I would.

I’d never felt dirtier or sexier as Stiles lapped up my dripping slit, his hands grasping my ass so tight.

My vision felt slightly foggy to match the state of my thoughts. I squeaked when Stiles started kissing the quivering flesh of my inner thigh, breaking me out of my post-orgasm haze. I was still giddy as fuck as I collapsed on the bed beside Stiles.

“Woah… fuck. Are you okay, Stiles? Did I hurt you?”

“No, of course not! I’m fine, I’m fine but—how did I do? Was that good? Did I do a good job?” Stiles rambled. Looking over, Stiles was gazing at me starry-eyed, his cheeks flushed and wet, mouth swollen and pink. I nearly came again at the satisfaction of knowing that I did that to him. Because he’d asked me to.

“You did amazing, pet,” I panted. “What about me? With the whole… domination… thing.”

“Baby, that was the hottest thing I have ever experienced. You were fucking fantastic. We’re doing this again,” Stiles stated matter-of-factly.

I felt heat spread across my chest and up my neck. I leaned over and kissed him roughly and I could smell myself on his face and taste myself on his tongue and the paradox of it all was a bit overwhelming, that he could do so many dirty things to me and still be so innocent and he made me feel so free but I knew I was tethered, so wholeheartedly anchored to this boy.

I pulled back and pecked his nose, which he crinkled in response. I giggled at his expression. “God, stop being so cute all the time.”

Stiles smiled shyly and ducked his head.

“You first.”

I snorted and extended my arm towards him.

“C’mere.”

Stiles snuggled into my embrace, nuzzling his face cozily into my chest. I ran my fingers through his scalp, mumbled sweet nothings into his hair. “I’m actually going to love you forever. You know that, right?”

Stiles looked up and frowned at me before leaning forward and placing a kiss right under my chin.

“I mean, I’m going to, so you might as well,” he sarcastically replied. Old Stiles was back.

I kissed his forehead in response. Stiles started to feel heavier on my form.

“Wait, no! Don’t fall asleep! I still have to, you know…”

“Whaaat,” Stiles whined.

“I have to return the favor.”

Stiles’s looked at me so witheringly unamused, he could’ve put Derek’s resting bitch face to shame.

“I love you, [y/n], but you’re fucked out. And so am I. Go to sleep.”

He resumed his position snoozing on my chest. I nearly protested, but decided I really was too tired, and opted instead to continue stroking his hair. We slept for hours.

The next morning, I sucked him awake, and we both agreed that I’d effectively returned the favor.

My Reasons for Losing Weight

For My Health

  • To have better skin
  • So I don’t sweat profusely
  • So I can walk up a flight of stairs and not feel out of breath
  • So my back won’t hurt
  • So my knee won’t hurt 
  • So my doctor will never say, “you really need to lose some weight” to me ever again
  • So I don’t have to worry about arthritis or other illnesses that accompany obesity

For Vanity

  • To feel better about myself
  • To look good in tight clothes
  • To be able to wear shorts in the summer
  • To be able to go into any store, and buy the clothes I like, not just the ones that fit
  • To not feel awkward about going clothes shopping or shoe shopping
  • To be able to order clothes from a catalogue without worrying if they will fit
  • To be able to wear something that doesn’t say PLUS on it
  • So my pants won’t wear out between my legs while the rest of them are still in good shape
  • So I can look in the mirror from the neck down and like what I see
  • So I can wear tight jeans
  • I want to wear underwear that looks sexy
  • So I can show off my legs
  • So I can go into public and not feel like people are judging me
  • So I can wear tops without worrying about the dents from my bra showing trough
  • So that my boobs stick out more than my stomach – not the other way around

For a Better Quality of Life

  • To be able to use a public toilets comfortably
  • I want to be able to read the scale by just looking down, straight down
  • So I don’t get those indents on my thighs from the arms of the chair I’m sitting in
  • So I can cross my legs
  • So I can get up from the floor in one smooth move and not a grab and hold on to something move
  • So I can sit on a bar stool and I’m actually sitting ON it, not on it and around it too
  • So a regular towel goes all the way around me 
  • So my socks pull all the way up
  • So I can hug my knees to my chest again, and it’s comfortable
  • So I can fit into the cinema/stadium/airplane seats comfortably
  • So I can bend over comfortably to tie my shoes

For My Self-esteem

  • So I can go swimming without being self-conscious
  • So I don’t worry about chairs breaking
  • So I don’t have to ask for the additional seat belt on an airplane
  • So I can dance without being self-conscious
  • So I can go on rides at amusement parks again and not have to experience the embarrassment of having to get off because I don’t fit
  • So I don’t have to worry about the maximum weight before I using things
  • So I don’t feel awkward when people start talking about losing weight
  • So no one can ever call me “a big girl” ever again
  • So I’m not embarrassed to have my picture taken
  • So I can say my weight out loud
  • So furniture doesn’t groan when I sit on it, or wear out long before it should because I’m too heavy
Dress code

I got dress coded because my bra strap was showing and too much of my shoulders were showing, So while teacher was talking to me my BFF looked around and saw a our friend Brandon (he’s the hot guy in our class)who has muscular arms and shoulders so she tipped on that teachers shoulders and shouted “OMG!! BRANDON’S SHOULDERS ARE TOO SEXY FOR MY BRAIN TO WORK!!!! HE HAS TO COVER UP AND PUT A PAPER BAG ON HIS HEAD OR ELSE I GET DISTRACTED!” Brandon saw her staring and shouted"I DIDN’T MEANT TO BE DISTRACTING FOR GIRLS IN PUBERTY" the teacher just was really angry and was about to shout when my French teacher (his wife) came and whispered him “If you don’t shut up about the whole bra strap, Shoulder and collarbone dress code for girls then I will make you pay. A lot.” He calmed down looked terrified and left. Was a good day.

cam girl - (a danisnotonfire smut)

not even a request, just got this idea in my head and now I can’t get it out,, help. Also I had to go on actual cam girl sites to know how it works and I actually made a friend lmao (shoutout to kristina, from Warsaw, you are Lovely xx) (also no disrespect to cam girls, y'all work hard and are awesome)

Y/C = your city x

DAN’S POV (never done that before so it Sucks™)

Editing. It’s all I do, all day, everyday. It gets tiring, and all I wanted was a break. As I stared at my bright laptop screen in my dark bedroom, I stumbled across an ad for a website that promised “beautiful women to make you drool!”. Now, usually I don’t fall for stupid shit like this, but honestly I was so sick of editing I would’ve clicked anything. As soon as I clicked it, a separate tab opened, revealing a site full of preview clips of various girls talking/flashing to their desperate forty year old audience.

My eyes scanned over the range of girls the site was offering until I focused on the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. The preview showed her blowing a flirty kiss to the camera, her beautiful eyes sparkling. I clicked on her without hesitation, which led me to a page telling me a bit about her. Much to my delight, she was live. I clicked on her live feed, but was distrusted by the stupid site wanting me to register first. Quickly filling in all my details, I went back to her profile and returned to her live feed.

“Hello, Daniel” she said, leaning closer to the camera as she read my name off the screen. Hundreds of other guys were commenting on her live chat, saying needy shit. One particularly bold guy commented “TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!!”. I cringed at how needy all these people were. The girl giggled and smiled at the camera. “Okay, okay, I will” she said, smirking at the camera. She slowly lifted up her shirt teasingly, before taking it off completely, revealing a lacy black bra. I found myself start to get turned on, she was just so goddamn beautiful. “Okay guys, that’s it for today! See you next week” she said, before logging off.

I was left feeling frustrated and uncomfortably hard. I was about to go watch some poem or something, when a pop up appeared on the screen. “Want more? Pay £30 for a private session with this girl!”. I stared at the screen, furrowing my eyebrows in thought. Was j about to spend money on some random girl on a cringe website? Apparently so, as my hands seemed t move at their own accord, clicking on “but a session”. Just like that, the money was taken from my account and a new loading screen appeared on the page.

Her beautiful smile filled the screen as she cocked her head to the side, still only in her bra. “Hi Daniel. You were in my show early, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I was” I replied quietly, before realising she couldn’t hear me. I was about to type a message in when she answered.

“Well nice to see you again”. She could hear me? I noticed the small box on the corner of the screen, and realised she could see me too. The hideous lighting from my laptop must have made me look terrible, but at that moment I didn’t readily care.

“What’s your name?” I asked her, genuinely curious.

She raised a perfect eyebrow, that sexy smirk still on her face. “Interesting, most guys don’t bother to ask. My name is y/n. Y/n Y/ln.”

‘Y/n…’ I thought, smiling internally. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

“So, Dan. What can I do for you?” she asked. I blushed at the thought of all the things I could say to her, all the things I could tell her to do. But I didn’t want to come across like one of those needy guys on her live chat. I decided to opt for a different route.

“Whatever you want to do, y/n” I answered, smiling lazily. She smiled at this and seemed to think about what to do before talking.

“Is it just me, or is it unfair that I’m almost naked and you’re still fully clothed?” She teased, biting her lip. I gulped at her words, before tugging my shirt off. “Better” she said, nodding her head in approval.

“I love that bra of yours, but I think I’d love it even more to see you without it” I said, trying to sound more confident than I actually was. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, slowly, ever so slowly, dragging the straps down her beautiful shoulders before it fell off. I couldn’t help but stare at her boobs and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be there, kissing her torso and sucking on her nipples.

My jeans were getting uncomfortably tight now, so I unbuttoned them and pulled out and awkwardly shuffled out of them, revealing my boxers. The tent in them was embarrassingly obvious, but y/n seemed into it. “If I was there with you, I’d leave loving kisses from those collarbones of your to your v line, massaging you r balls with my tongue before licking alone down to your skit…” she began. I stroked myself through my boxers, groaning slightly before pulling them off completely, revealing them to y/n.

My eyes widened as I watched her sneak a hand into her panties, rubbing herself with her head thrown back. It was honestly the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and when she moaned I thought I was gonna cum right then. “Go on baby girl, play with that pretty pussy of yours. Imagine it’s me next to you, touching you where you want me to , making you feel so good”. She moaned again at my words, making me stroke wrapt my whole hand aground myself and pump hard.

“Fuck, I’m so close Dan!” she told me, grinding on her own fingers as she thrust them in and out.

“Me too baby girl. Don’t cum till I say so” I warned, my dominant side coming out. I felt that familiar warmth in my stomach as my orgasm approached and i moved my hands faster and faster. “Okay now!” I ordered. Y/n yelled in pleasure as her orgasm washed over her, swearwords spilling out of her lips. I came immediately after, cum shooting onto my hands and a little on the laptop screen.

After a few moments of silence as we both caught our breath, y/n spoke. “So what do you think? Would you say that was worth thirty quid?”. She had her flirtatious smile on again that made my heart beat faster.

“Hmmm. Not quite yet. I think it wouldn’t be complete until you agree to be mine” I replied, smiling at her.

“A long distance relationship? Wouldn’t that be hard?” She questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh I’m sure we could find other ways to make up for the lack of intimacy….”

when i was like 14 i honestly used to think people seeing your bra straps was like a sin like on the same level of revealing an actual titty. every girl in my school used to get detentions for their bra straps showing so i was like…. this must be fuckin serious i must never show my straps to anyone or else i’m a Bad Person