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BTS Reaction to you not wearing a bra to sleep

Jin:

Jin would be pretty flustered, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it. He would go to put his arm around you and feel a little squish. He would blush, ears turning bright red, but he’d be smirking none the less. “Hm…? What’s this, jagi? No bra?”

Originally posted by oksyub


Yoongi:

Yoongi would know it’s normal for most girls to not wear bras to bed. On the night that you didn’t, he would love it though. He’d notice that your usual bra was on the floor and knew that only meant one thing. Yoongi laid down beside you, and gently put his hand up your shirt, cupping your breast. “What? My hands are cold. They’re warm.”

Originally posted by remartins97

Hobi:

Hoseok wouldn’t hold back with saying how much he liked it. He liked that you let them breath and let them be for a while. Hobi loved that you took care of them. Not to mention the fact he loved that they were easier for him to squish. He’d just plop down in bed then give you a sly smirk. “Soooooo~~ Why aren’t you wearing a bra, baby~?” He’d say, slowly moving to grab one.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Namjoon:

To him, that would be nothing but a tease. He’d notice right away you didn’t have a bra on. Namjoon would lick his lips and get a grin on his face. “No bra tonight? Do you like to tease me?” He’d growl, rolling you over in the bed so he could look down on you.

Originally posted by baepsae

Jimin:

He would enjoy it to say the least. He’d roll over and accidentally brush against your breast. Once he felt the squish, he would blush a bit. He was pretty used to the firmness of the padding in your bras so this was a real treat for him. “You should sleep like this more often, baby. I like it.” He’d mumble, licking his lips, never moving his hand away from your chest.

Originally posted by all--kill

Taehyung:

Tae wouldn’t make a big deal about it. He’d enjoy it, but knew it was a pretty normal thing. He’d “accidentally” touch them and poke them with a bit of a smirk. He’d then pull you into his chest, your breasts squished up against him. “That’s better!” Tae would smile, trying to be innocent.

Originally posted by pannaluca99

Jungkook:

This baby bun would be so embarrassed but would really love it. He’d pull you close to him to feel an abnormal squish against his body. “A-are you not wearing a bra?” Jungkook would ask shyly. Once you said yes, his face would turn a bit red but he’d give a tiny grin. “Mmmm…. okay…”

Originally posted by mayfifolle

2 Very Easy DIY Binders

1: The classic tights/leggings binder

2: Deconstructed sports bra

You may have seen people recommending layering up sports bras to bind your chest, however this gets lumpy, heavy and very uncomfortable after a while. Here is how to make the more user-friendly alternative.

1: Get yourself a padded sports bra. These usually cost around £5 from a supermarket. 

They look something like this:

2: Turn it inside out

3: On the inside of the ‘cup’, cut a small hole in the places marked red. The holes do not need to be any bigger than the top of your thumb.

4: Inside each cup is a triangle of padding which looks like this

Very carefully remove the padding through the holes you have made

This step is easier than it looks - I promise

5: you can sew up the holes afterwards if you want to, but it’s not necessary

6: Wear your binder back-to-front for the best results!

silver-feather  asked:

Since you posted the Samus photo I have a question that I've kind of been too awkward to ask until now :P With costumes that are so form-fitting like Samus, Mara Jade, and Asuka, what do you wear underneath so that lines don't show through?

This is a GREAT question because I wish someone would have told me what to wear under my bodysuits years ago. 

Shapewear is a wonderful tool and I recommend it to people of all sizes. Not only does this prevent panty lines from showing, it smooths out all your shapes and keeps potential food babies in check. The “wear your own bra” style is extra great and versatile. Body suits tend to compress your chest, so lots of cosplayers (including me) choose to wear padded push-up bras with them to balance the figure and create a more flattering silhouette.

The shapewear acts like a lining that can be washed frequently, so that the whole bodysuit doesn’t have to be. Unless you’re sweating A LOT or something, the bodysuit stays relatively clean.

Here’s the brand/style I actually use: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00284B5G4/ref=oh_aui_search_detailpage?ie=UTF8&psc=1

On a related note, here is a very important bodysuit undergarment PSA that can’t be shared enough: If you have a penis and you’re wearing a bodysuit, PLEASE wear a dance belt for the love of god. No one wants to see the sad outline of your flaccid wiener. A dance belt is designed to keep your dick under wraps. Google it if you need to.

Good luck with your bodysuit adventures.

I started thinking about the beauty procedures and products that had seemed normal to me growing up - padded bras, control tights, anti-wrinkle this and that, fake tan, make-up, shaving. Every time my friends and I bought these products we received a free gift at no extra cost: insecurity. We learned that without fake tan our skin was the wrong colour, without padding our breasts were the wrong size, without shaving our legs were unfeminine and without control tights our tummies were too big. We learned, in short, that our bodies needed fixing. 

- Emer O’Toole, Girls Will Be Girls

GROSS THINGS U SHOULD KNOW ABOUT CHEST BINDING IN SUMMER

you can find fashion advice on how to make things more visually manageable and more comfortable, but for bigger guys some of those tips don’t apply and some issues will come up anyway. here’s some stuff I could’ve stood to know last year.

  • if you feel the need to layer or wear something thick, sleeveless hoodies exist. they can save you a bit of heat.
  • take off layers when you can. wash carefully in the folds of your skin, dab moisture away occasionally during the day, and wash your binders OFTEN.
  • fungal infections: for bigger guys, these can happen between and under breasts. if you notice a vinegary smell when you unbind, that’s what that is. afaik there’s no massive health risk from this kind of thing on your skin, but still try to keep those areas dry and clean.
  • you might get some pimples on your chest, which is fine.
  • you might also get sebaceous cysts. LEAVE THEM ALONE. do not try to pop them yourself, it increases risk of infection. they’ll probably go away on their own; if one becomes inflamed, see a doctor.
  • in the heat, your binder will stick to your skin more and the shoulder straps will dig into your skin. don’t wait until you’re bleeding - if it feels raw at all, pad your straps. you can get bra strap pads online, or just make your own with whatever you have handy.
  • lastly: drink a lot of water. you’re wearing layers, and binders are skintight. you will sweat more.

I know everything is gross + miserable but hang in there and take care of yourself.

Just Friends (Part 1)

AN: Best friends, you and Tae were once inseparable. Tae’s fame made it difficult for you guys to always see eachother, but now you’re interning at BigHit and Tae can’t see you as his little punk anymore.

- 3,000 words. 


Originally posted by nessabts


“Y/N where’s my shirt?!” Tae screamed like a kid, pouting his full lips at you.

You were thus interrupted from working out his schedule and being comfortable sat on the couch with a mug of tea.

“Just because I work for you now asshole doesn’t mean you can boss me around like that!’ You yell back at his face, annoyed your best friend enjoys making fun of your new status.

Tae, being Tae, couldn’t control his annoyed expression. He burst out laughing.

He plummeted himself down on the couch next to you.

“Aish, it’s so easy to ruffle your feathers now Y/N. What happened?” He grinned at you.

“You only see my once every year, I grew up. I’m 20 now, Tae.” You said, offended Tae thought you had drastically changed. You spoke with him once a week before starting to work for BigHit, but those were one hour conversations at most where Tae couldn’t really pick up on you growing up.

You were 15 when Tae and you last saw each other everyday before he moved to Seoul to start life as a trainee. It surprised you how you had managed to stay in contact, but the contact was on the phone or webcam, with yearly visits for a week or two.

“Awwwwwh, my Y/N grew up. Do you remember when you use to pad your bra?” Tae said, cracking up again. Okay, it was true. You had a phase where you wanted to copy the ‘sexy’ girl of the class and also develop boobs. The problem was you were 12 and flat as a pancake.

“Hey!” You slapped his arm playfully, unable to stop a smile coming out of you.

“Everyone was doing it, don’t act like you didn’t notice. They looked good too..” You tried to defend yourself, but you knew you were in the wrong.

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causteek  asked:

Can we potentially get an update on the genius!Stiles tag, pretty please?

yeah

Derailed by midnightcas (1/1 | 9,096 | PG13)

Allison is caught in the cross fire when she and several other passengers are taken hostage on board a train.

Rules are broken, protocol is definitely not followed and sometimes things fall between the cracks…yes, this is just another Criminal Minds AU with the Pack as the FBI’s BAU.

Loving the unexpected by Shinyribena123 (2/? | 1,982 | NR)

A witch triggers something between Stiles and Derek which results in their lives changing as they know it

Walking Corpses and How to Kill Them (A Guide by Stiles Stilinski) by Razekker (7/? | 8,693 | G)

So, the world was ending. Surprise, it’s zombies. How did Stiles not see this coming?

Numb, but I still feel it by yaoiruinedmylife (2/? | 5,022 | NC17)

“C’mon Derek!” Erica whined while pushing her wonder bra higher up, making the blond girl’s breasts a bit more prominent. Same old workmates getting trashed at the town’s local bar or not, she was always bragging about how committed she was to looking extremely hot twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. It was her second job.

“You’ve missed drinking night two nights in a row. Plus a little bird told me that Boyd is already there! This is my chance Derek, I need to work my magic! This is the most heavily padded bra they had at Victoria’s Secret y’know! And I did not pay sixty buckaroos not to shove the girls in people’s faces!”

Or

Where Erica and Derek are best buddies and also kick-ass detectives who are trying to catch a slippery psychopath that keeps killing innocents in the small town of Beacon Hills.
Cue Stiles Stilinski, genius , who is called by Chief Deaton to help catch the criminal who will not stop taunting and ridiculing them.

Derek might be a bit gone on Stiles…

A Curious Couplement by idareu2bme (9/9 | 40,375 | PG13)

Derek is a simple horseman from the mountains, Stiles is an enthusiastic university graduate ready to make a name for himself. In any other situation, they would have gone their entire lives never having met. It’s probably a good thing then, that they both happened to be in the wrong place at the right time.

Hi! You absolutely don’t need to do this until you get through the rest of your requests, but I didn’t want to forget- I have the flu right now and am feeling all achy and such and I wondered if you could do a fic where maybe Alex gets sick and Maggie comforts her? Thank you so much. You’re an amazing writer, and please take it easy/be kind to yourself as you work through these prompts :)

^^ prompt above from @a-few-of-my-favorite-turtles

She always goes to work when she’s sick.

Always.

And, always, J’onn has to team up with Susan Vasquez to practically escort her out of the building and force her back into her apartment.

When Supergirl joined the team, she’d help.

But still, Alex would resist.

“I’m fine,” she’d insist as she coughed up a lung.

“I got this,” she’d pant as she finished throwing up.

“I don’t need help,” she’d grumble as she wobbled because her bones ached so, so, so much worse than they did that time she crashed through the ceiling of that warehouse and landed flat on her back.

She always goes to work when she’s sick.

Until Maggie Sawyer, that is.

Because Maggie notices in the middle of the night, when Alex develops a chest cough, when she tries to hide it, when she shifts away from Maggie’s body and curls up in a fetal position and rocks herself while her chest burns and her body burns and her muscles ache and her nose runs.

When Alex drifts into a restless sleep, finally, Maggie gets up to raid Alex’s medicine cabinet. Of course she has no cold or flu medicine. Of course she doesn’t. Alex Danvers is above the common cold, the mere flu.

Alex coughs harshly in her sleep, and Maggie sighs affectionately.

She gets dressed – her jeans, her boots, Alex’s sweater, Alex’s jacket, not bothering with a bra – and pads softly out of the apartment, walking quickly in the chill of the late night to the only 24 hour bodega in the area.

She comes back armed with orange juice, crackers, tea, honey, lozenges, cough medicine, and an assortment of terrible DVDs, because sometimes Netflix just won’t cut it.

She laughs to herself when Alex tries to get up for her run in the morning.

“Where you think you’re going, Danvers?” she wants to know, and Alex jumps, because Maggie usually sleeps later than this, usually gets up to make breakfast and coffee only after Alex has left for her run.

“Run,” Alex rasps, and Maggie arches an eyebrow and reaches up to pull Alex back into bed.

“Mmmm, babe,” Alex flirts, and Maggie grins, but she shakes her head.

“Not hitting on you, Danvers. You’re staying in bed today.”

“I’m… staying in bed today but you’re… not hitting on me.”

“Alex, you were coughing the entire night, and you’re sweating bullets even as we speak. And you’re standing weird like you’re nauseous. You have the flu, Danvers. And I’m going to take care of you.”

Alex pffts and Alex shakes her head and Alex takes one look at her girlfriend and knows that resistance is futile.

“But you’ll get sick,” she objects, and Maggie smiles, because of all the objections she expected – objections about work and duty and the weight of the world and failure and perfection – this is the sweetest one to hear.

“I’d rather be sick with you than out in the world and healthy knowing that you’re all alone with no one to feed you and medicate you and hold your hair back when you throw up and hold you and entertain you when you inevitably get cabin fever in addition to your actual fever.“

Alex stares and blinks down tears and lets herself lean back into bed. “I think I love you, Maggie Sawyer.”

“Good. Because I know I love you, Alex Danvers.”

Overtime at the Office (Democratic Republicans x Reader)

A/N: Congratulations to @ziggyd94-blog-blog for being my 500th follower! 😁
To celebrate reaching 500 followers I’m starting my new NSFW Democratic Republicans x Reader series! This is my first fic about the Democratic Republicans so I hope I got them right. Please enjoy~
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You sat at your desk in Jefferson & Associates, Lawyers, and Solicitors, waiting for your work day to end so you can go home a finish the assignment that laid on your kitchen table.

It was hard to juggle a legal secretary job and studying to become a full-blown lawyer but you had somehow managed to do it. Mostly by spending your nights studying to get your degree and to pass the Bar Exam.

This one assignment was giving you a particularly hard time. Then again so was your huge crush on the two guys you worked for. The ‘Associates’ in ‘Jefferson & Associates’: James Madison & Aaron Burr.

They were both incredibly attractive males wrapped in Armani suits that drove expensive cars and lived in luxury apartments.

While you lived in small matchbox sized studio apartment with paper thin walls. That was one of the reasons you needed to get your degree and become a lawyer. (Also to help people with their legal issues.)

You heard the deep voices of Aaron and James coming down the hall to your tiny cubicle that every legal secretary was given when hired. The most of the other secretaries were also attracted to the two men, but for some reason they always seemed to focus in on you.

“Coming to lunch, (Y/N)?” Aaron asked, a twinkle in his eyes.

You looked up at him with a smile. “I’ll be right there, just gotta send this email.”

You quickly clicked send and gathered up your things, walking with Aaron to the elevators.

It was just the two of you alone in the enclosed space, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt his fingers on your butt. You brushed it off as an accident but the dirty part of your mind hoped that it was intentional. You distracted yourself with small talk. To your surprise, James was waiting for you.

“Hello (Y/N), looking very nice as always.” James politely said to you as he escorted you to his BMW. You felt your face heat up as beside you, his large hand on the small of your back. You slipped into the backseat, while Aaron took the front with James.

James drove to a ritzy cafe, that you could never hope to afford to go to on a regular basis with your current secretary salary.

You ended up ordering the cheapest thing on the menu, a grilled ham and swiss sandwich. James laughed and told you to order anything you wanted, it was on him. You furrowed your brows at him.

“What’s the catch?”

“You’ll owe me one.” He said with a small smile and a caress across the back of your hand that you couldn’t dismiss easily. You blushed.

“Will you accept sexual favours as payment?” You joked.

“I have no problem with that.” James stated.

“No problem with what?” Aaron said, sitting down at the table with a cup of coffee.

“Sexual favours.” James repeated with a calm smile.

“Oh really~” Aaron gave you a grin.

“Hey I’m not just giving them away…” You said in mock resentment. “It’s an exchange…James was sweet enough to buy me lunch.”

“And I’m paying for your drink.” Aaron commented as he waved the waiter down for another cup of coffee for me. “Do I get repaid in sexual favors as well?” he smirked at you and then James.

“So… What exactly are the terms of these favours in repayment for our kindness?” Aaron asked, leaning back against the back of his chair while James leaned over the table, both seemed in loom over you.

‘Holy…WTF?!’ You thought. There’s no way that they were seriously considering it…could they? With you? How should you respond? Take it seriously or brush it off like a joke?

Aaron smiled, and James raised his eyebrows. “I think a threesome would suffice, what do you say James?”

James nodded, taking a sip of his tea. “Definitely a sufficient choice. I’ve had a few experiences before and I could deal with you, Aaron, as long as (Y/N) is there as well.”

You stared at them both, mentally picturing the three of you together. Your naked bodies squirming, tangled in sheets, arms, and legs, heavy moans and hot carnal whispering ran through your mind, making your panties damp. You crossed your legs feeling a bit awkward having their hot stares on you.

“Uhm…” You spoke, not able to come up with anything else.

“I think we broke her…” Aaron said.

“Not yet, we haven’t.” James said with a smirk.

Thankfully the food finally came and you were able to busy yourself from the debauched thoughts of a threesome that Aaron Burr and James Madison had put in your head. You cheeks flushed, keeping your gaze on the sandwich in your hands as you three talked business, occasionally getting a glance your way or a mention about the threesome.

After you finished your lunches and James and Aaron paid for the meal, you rode back to work in a sexually charged silence. You got into the elevator with them, the two of them next to you, James on one side, Aaron on the other. They got closer as more people from different departments got on the elevator.

Two hands reached and cupped themselves over your ass. Your cheeks went red and your body tingled, nipples hardening inside your thinly padded bra. Apparently too thin, because you could feel the little display you were giving them.

As the elevator emptied and left the three of you alone, the doors closed on the seventh floor, you yelped as James’ hand gripped your left cheek in a strong grip. You felt his hot breath against your ear, making your heart to flutter and your pussy to cry out in need as it begged between your legs.

“So, how about it? We could go back to my place after work, I have a super-king sized bed that can easily fit all of us…” he smiled.

Aaron wasn’t letting up either, feeling his hand caress and rub the cheek he had grabbed, moving down and under the swell of your posterior, getting dangerously closer to the more needy part of your anatomy. You shivered, desperately trying to hold yourself together.

“It is a tempting–VERY tempting-offer, but I have to decline, guys.” You said, trying hard to mask your disappointment. “I’m just too busy, with my classes, and assignments for my course and my work here, I just don’t have the time.”

The elevator doors opened on your floor and you quickly made your escape, turning back just in time to see the sad puppy dog eyes that they were making, you could swear that James even whimpered as the doors closed.

You shook your head, clearing away the desires, and straightened your clothes out before heading back to your cubicle.
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Watching the tick-tock of a clock had never been a favorite hobby of yours, but when you had all your work done and was ready to hurry home to work on that stupid assignment there was no helping it.

You were jolted from your thoughts about the assignment you had barely worked on that was due in two days and the naughtier imaginings that took root from the seeds that the two associates had planted in your mind over lunch by the distinctive ring of your desk phone.

Your body was still wound up tighter than a spring toy with the desire for sexual release because of those two. Looks like your trusty vibrator will be getting quite the workout when you got home.

You answered the phone, it was Mr Jefferson.

“Good day, Mr Jefferson.”

“Good day, (Y/N), I was hoping you could do some overtime today, we have a very important client coming in for a meeting after work and I need you to take the minutes of that meeting.” His deep voice made me shiver, it was bad enough working with James and Aaron, two of the hottest men you’d ever come across, but when you put Mr Jefferson into the picture, it was three levels of sexiness that no man or woman would be able to resist.

“Of course, Mr Jefferson.” You answered, “Which conference room will we be using?“

You would have to set up the room, lay out a pitcher of water and some glasses and get everyone coffee before the meeting started, the usual secretary stuff. It might not seem like a big deal, but it was very important in the world of business.

“Fantastic, it’ll be in conference room 2A and thanks for staying late.” Mr Jefferson said, before hanging up.

You looked at the clock, it was close to six, the rest of your co-workers around you were already getting ready the end of the day, finishing their filing and saving documents. You stood up and put the files away, shut down your computer and headed to the office kitchen.

You filled the pitcher with water from the cooler. A pat on your bum made you jump, making the water spill over the floor as I jumped in fright. You looked to see James behind you.

“Crap.” I muttered, turning around to confront James. He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, but I couldn’t help myself, you just have the most tantalizing rear.” He said smiling, leaning in against you, his breath radiating against your skin. “And hopefully one day, I’m going to have the pleasure of eating it.” His voice was thick with lust. You turned away, harshly biting your bottom lip as your overexcited mind sent jolts to your pussy.

You shivered when he left, the cold air of the air-conditioning leaving you cool and desiring for the warmth of a man pressed against you. You quickly went about setting up the small conference room for the meeting with the client.

Just as you were wiping down the table you could feel someone’s eyes on your form that was bent over the flat wooden surface, reaching out to the other side of the table with the cloth. You straightened up and looked over your shoulder.

Aaron was there, ogling at your ass. He smiled and left the doorway, leaving you with a bow and a lick of his lips that had you wondering when you’d ever have enough free time to take them up on their offer.

As the last of the staff left for the day, you finished preparing the room and brought your laptop in, setting it up and placing a couple of extra notepads and pens with ‘Jefferson & Associates’ on the pads, ready for use.

You heard the elevator door open and the voices of Mr Jefferson and another man echoed down the now quiet halls. Then you heard the unmistakable voices of two other men, Aaron and James. This had to be a really case case for all three of the top people in the firm to be involved.

Waiting patiently, and straightening up when the men entered, shaking hands with Senator Franklin, then taking your seat behind your laptop, typing up the minutes of the meeting, setting in the opening time and who was in attendance. All the legal stuff that protects ones ass in a sensitive cases like this one.

Mr Jefferson motioned for everyone to take their seats, then handed everyone some coffee. James and Aaron took the seats right beside you. They were so close you could feel their body heat against yours, even being able to feel the rising and falling of their chests with each breath.

And you definitely felt their hands, on your thighs.

The meeting began with the Senator thanking us for making the time to see him, knowing fully well that this issue could destroy his political career.

Mr Jefferson nodded knowingly and affirmed Senator Franklin that they would do everything that they could to help him, then he nodded to you to begin documenting the conversation.

You began to type and record the Senator’s story, James and Aaron still beside you, Aaron’s fingers gently caressing your thigh through your nylon thigh-highs. Your skirt thought it was a good idea to rise up to mid-thigh when you sat down as if it was in league with James and Aaron .

James’s fingers slipped under the hem of your skirt and bit by bit started to pull it up towards your hips. You did your best to ignore the two men aiming to get into your panties and be the professional you want to be.

You could feel your face begin to burn as their hands inched up higher on your thighs as Senator Franklin recounted the filthy details of how he had a crazy night with five college girls, and how one of them turned out to be a seventeen year old french exchange student that he had gotten pregnant even though she told him she was on birth control.

As the Senator went on, James and Aaron moved their hands higher and higher, fingers brushing, nails running along your skin. Arousing you, you kept yourself straight, your legs caged within the tight bounds of your skirt, James pulled it up a bit more, exposing your lace panties.

You could have sworn you had heard James give a sigh of happiness as his fingers drew around the edge of my panties. Aaron, not one to be left behind, slid his fingers under the edge of your panties, his exploring digits finding the mound of your pussy.

Your breath hitched and you started to cough as the spit you swallowed went down the wrong hole. Luckily your coughing fit was covered the extreme redness of your cheeks.

You reached for the glass of water that Mr Jefferson offered you, his index finger stroked your own. You thought you saw his eyes glimmer with something that made him look like a predator eying his prey.

You quickly downed your drink and then went back to taking the minutes. James and Aaron going back to their exploration of your pussy, being bolder with their moves as they slipped their fingers along your folds.

You lost track of how many spelling errors you made, to distracted with James and Aaron’s teasing of your lower lips. You even had to retype an entire passage after accidentally hitting the delete key. You forced yourself to focus but with two hot guys working your fold made it nearly impossible. You was so horny and wet that you were sure Mr. Jefferson could smell the scent of your heat mixing with the coffee aroma in the room.

All you actually wanted to do was push the laptop off the table, bend your horny self over that table, pull up your skirt, and order them to finish you off with their cocks.

But no… the two bastards had to slip their fingers right into your wet pussy. Just as the Senator was finishing up his story and leaving. You couldn’t hold it anymore, letting out a tiny moan as Aaron’s (or was it James’s?) finger tapped against g-spot.

Thankfully Mr Jefferson had led the Senator out of the room, but he came back into the room and looked at the three of us.

“I want to see you all in my office, we need to have a talk about teamwork.” He said, his voice low and meaningful. His eyes focused on you a little longer than on the two boys.

When he left, Aaron and James slipped their fingers out of your wet heat, getting you to mew softly at the loss of their gifted fingers. They slid their fingers, still glistening with your juices into their mouths and sucked them clean.

You hastily saved the file on the laptop before shutting it down, James and Aaron and their cocks had gotten up and were waiting for you beside the door to the hall. You put your laptop in your bag and followed them out, their hands on the small of your back, their hard and stiff cocks looking so huge in their Armani pants as they escorted you up to the top floor where Mr Jefferson’s office was.

A sort-of sequel to this

“That character can’t be trans, because ____”

“They have a higher/lower pitched voice!”
Voice pitch doesn’t indicate gender. Some boys/men have higher pitched voices and some women have lower pitched voices, whether or not they’re trans. Trans people, usually adults, can also go through vocal training to make their voices higher/lower. Another thing to consider is that for younger characters, all voices are pretty high pitched. Young boys can often sing soprano in choirs and there’s a reason young cartoon boys are often voiced by teenage girls.

“We’ve seen them shirtless/in a bra!”
Shirtless trans boys: If they are younger, puberty might not have kicked in yet, so they have a flat chest. For older boys who would have gone through/are going through puberty, they could just have small breasts, took/are taking puberty blockers, or are taking T. Any boy who is 18+ may have gotten top surgery.
Trans girls with bras: This mostly applies to teenage/adult characters. They could be wearing a water bra/stuffed a bra/bra with padding. Again, they could also be taking hormones or have had top surgery done.

“They’re too young/too old to be trans!”
You are never the wrong age to realize you’re trans. Young kids can know as soon as they are developed enough to actually think/process things. For older people, they might have not realized what they were feeling was something significant/not just a random thought or that it is okay to be trans until recently. It could also be that they transitioned some time before, maybe when they were young, maybe not. This is a really weak argument.

“The creator said they weren’t trans!”
It really doesn’t matter. If the creator of a show says they’re not trans then they aren’t trans in canon, but that won’t stop us from imagining these characters as trans. Part of being in a fandom is recreating the characters and showing them to others in a new light, that might not be canon, but honestly who cares? A lot of artists and writers can show our favorite characters as trans in a good/cool way while not making that the whole idea of the work. As long as the original traits of the character aren’t lost, it’s fantastic. Getting upset for this reason is like getting upset because someone colored a person’s hair the wrong shade of brown.

“I don’t want my favorite characters to be trans!”
Congrats, you’re transphobic. 
I’d also like to point out that just because you don’t really agree with/can’t see a character being trans doesn’t really make you transphobic. In fact, I even have trouble seeing some characters as trans. But if it makes you cry cis tears/makes you mad to see trans people have fun/don’t like the idea of rubbing our little trans hands all over it, you are transphobic.

Any other bullshit reason
I don’t give a shit, any character can be trans and we don’t need reasoning to think that.

Also take into consideration characters who haven’t realized their trans/haven’t come out yet and don’t present as their actual gender 

No Regrets (Part 10 - Final)

Summary: When the reader finally coughs up the courage to ask Bucky out, it turns out, he’s not that interested. Or is he?


CATCH UP: No Regrets Masterlist



A/N: On a fresh wave of confidence in my smut, there’s a little smutty finish to my first Bucky series. Because, you know, Bucky might be old fashioned, but some things never change…



Word count: 2.1k


Warnings: Light smut and swearing.

Originally posted by hopevandyne



Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist and escorted you towards the lift. You could feel his fingers tapping on your coat nervously.


‘Impatient?’ You smirked at him. He bit the inside of his cheek as shook his head.


‘Now… behave, little girl…’ he murmured. You straightened up, grabbed his arm and squeezed it closer around your waist.

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KakaSaku prompt fill

This is for @goldfishlover73 who requested KakaSaku and seducing each other (badly)… This may not be what you were thinking, but it’s what came to mind so I ran with it. I hope you enjoy!

I also got a bit carried away and is closer to 2k instead of 1k…

-Icha Icha Fantasy-

Sakura stared at herself in the mirror and tried not to cringe at her reflection. During one crazy night, delirious from lack of sleep and overabundance of alcohol, Kakashi had confided that he had a particular fantasy contained within the pages of Icha Icha. He’d given her the page numbers and everything. She studied those pages over and over, memorized the words and practiced them until they no longer made her blush.

Standing here now she felt incredibly silly. Her white blouse was only buttoned up half-way, letting the lacy top of her bra peek out - and who wore black underwear under white clothes anyway? She huffed, irritated. Then again, the whole point was to not be in the clothes for long.

She pushed her breasts up and together, wishing she had a little more to work with; the extra padding in the bra was pretty uncomfortable. She turned to the side and tugged at the hem of her skirt, if you could even call it that. The flimsy white material hugged her curves and barely covered her ass. The detail of her black panties could be seen through it, and with the outfit completed and on her body she was starting to feel little self conscious.

This was a bit overkill, wasn’t it? She supposed it would serve its purpose. The heroine used it to seduce her target into a hot, sweaty secret-divulging mess. Luckily, her target would - hopefully - be more agreeable. And really, all she was aiming for was the hot, sweaty part.

She swiped some gloss over her lips and pouted them at herself. She almost giggled; it was so cheesy it may just work. She dabbed her fingertips under her eyes, ensuring her eyeliner was set, and then slipped her feet into the pair of white high heels she borrowed from Ino. Then she gave herself one final nod of approval.

‘You can do this. You can do this.’ She mentally hyped herself up as she walked down the hall. She heard the rustling of papers and another weary sigh. Kakashi had been poring over books and scrolls all week and she knew he could use a little distraction.

Her stomach twisted as she paused just out of sight, her heart fluttering under her ribs. Nervousness spooled inside her, almost making her turn around, but she took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

“Sakura?”

She took a step back and pressed to the wall. “Um…yeah?”

“Have you seen the folder that had the key notes from Samui’s conference in Kumo? The one about the proposed trade agreement?”

“I’ll check the bedroom,” she replied and then turned back.

Ugh, what a way to lose all that momentum. She picked through the stack on the nightstand and found the file in question. She rounded the corner into the living room; he had certainly made a mess of the place. Books and files were lying open and scattered across the table and in his immediate vicinity on the floor. Kakashi was hunched over, reading while his free hand was hurriedly taking notes.

“I found it,” she said, voice soft and what she hoped was sultry, as she extended the file.

“Thanks, could you said it there?” He blindly gestured to the table.

“But I thought I should give it to you directly.”

The first thing Kakashi noticed were the heels, and he sat back, letting his eyes travel up her - long, slender - legs to the barely there skirt. The blouse pinched around her petite waist and split open to reveal the plump, teasing curve of cleavage. He could feel his cheeks warm and he gave a small cough to distract his attention.

“Sakura, what are you doing?”

His lead in question was similar enough to the book, so she went on with the dialogue, taking a step closer. “Just doing my job and checking on you. An important man such as yourself can’t afford to risk illness.”

“I feel fine,” he answered, brows furrowed in confusion.

“I’m the nurse here,” she countered, her voice just the slightest bit nervous as she came closer, stopping just within reach of him.

She lifted her hand to his face, following the edge of his mask before slipping a finger inside and pulling it down. She pressed her hand to his cheeks and then his forehead. “You feel hot. Drinking enough water?”

Still a bit perplexed at her behavior, Kakashi let his eyes rake over her again. “Yes?”

She pushed him back into the couch and straddled his lap; her skirt rose up leaving nothing to the imagination. Sakura leaned forward, giving him the perfect view down her shirt. He noted the bra matched before her fingers pressed against his neck. Her eyes lifted and met his - brilliant green, even more so against the smoky gray and black around them.

“Your pulse is racing,” she murmured, sitting back and grinding on him in the process. She took his hand by the wrist and lifted it, purposely dragging his touch across her breast before settling his hand to her neck. “Can you feel my heart beating?” she asked, pouting her lips at him.

The whole scenario seemed familiar somehow, but he couldn’t quite place it until she leaned forward again, her lips by his ear. “Perhaps you need to be closer to the source.”

He could feel her hands moving between their chests and when she sat back, she pulled her shirt open and let it fall off her shoulders. She took his hand and pushed it to her breast, a soft moan falling from her lips.

It all clicked in his mind where he knew this from and he threw his head back with a bark of laughter. Surprised, and maybe a little put out, Sakura straightened. Kakashi dissolved into a fit of laughter and her look of concern fell into full-on dismay and disappointment.

“What’s so funny?”

His face was still scrunched up in mirth. “You’re reenacting Icha Icha!”

“And?” She threw up her hands. “You’re unbelievable!”

“Unbelievable? You’re the one wearing what looks like a sock for a skirt!” he snickered.

She shoved him. “It’s your damn fantasy!”

“And it’s ridiculous,” he admitted between chuckles.

Sakura was less amused; she had spent time and effort on this for him, had gone out of her comfort zone, and now he was laughing at her. Anger slowly started to replace her embarrassment and tears picked at her eyes. “Just forget it.”

The tone of her voice quelled his laughter and the smile dropped from his face when he noticed her expression. “Hey, Sakura… I just-”

“I said forget it! You’ve been so busy and withdrawn and I know this is important… I just thought…that I could lighten the mood and help you relax a little. And now I just feel like an idiot! So, thank you!”

Kakashi wrapped his arms around her, keeping her in his lap, and smiled as he leaned toward her. “Thank you. I suppose in theory it was a good fantasy, but realistically I think-”

“It’s cheesy as shit.”

He nodded. “It really is.” His eyes flickered down at her chest. “And you really went all out.”

Sakura looked down, feeling self-conscious once again. “You don’t have to stare.”

“What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t appreciate the effort?”

She pursed her lips, unamused as he pulled her a little closer. “Smells like strawberry,” he commented, pointedly looking at her mouth.

“Too bad you won’t get to find out.”

“Oh, Sakura, come on,” he countered. “I’m sorry I laughed, but I wasn’t laughing at you. You were the sexiest part of the whole thing.”

The tension drained from her face and she smiled, just a little. “You think so? Sock-skirt and everything?” she questioned, eyes doubtful.

“Well,” he hummed. “Not so much the skirt, but I rather like what’s under it. I like lace.” His thumbs swept under her skirt, over the juncture of her thighs. She blushed against her will and his resulting laughter was lower, raspier. “And I like what’s under the lace even better.”

His fingers inched closer, passing over the thin garment. Sakura’s breath caught in her throat and he ducked in to take her mouth. She breathed against him as his hands smoothed down her back, rocking up against her as he pressed her closer. Kakashi was all lean muscle and firm under her touch as she slipped her hands under his shirt. Her lips parted with his, charmed by his kiss, and their tongues came together twirling lazily against one another.

He pulled her bottom lip between his own, running his tongue along the fullness of it before releasing her. “Mmm… it is strawberry.”

“Kakashi-”

“I think a break from all this is exactly what I need.”

A smile broke across Sakura’s face as she stood, crooking her finger at him. “Come and get it.”

She darted around the table as he stood, his chuckle following her as she raced into the kitchen. They stared at each other across the breakfast island. He grinned at her. “You’re going to have to make a move at some point and when-”

Sakura ran by him toward the hallway, but Kakashi was right behind her. She squeaked as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. In one fluid motion, he lifted her up and carried her bridal style to their bedroom. Sakura’s laughter died off and she looked up to meet his intense gaze. The raw desire she saw in them brought new heat to her body.

Her hand curled around the back of his neck, teasing the hair there. “So, now that you’ve got me…” she prodded.

“ I think business can wait till tomorrow, don’t you?”

“Tomorrow? I just thought-”

He shook his head. “Like you said, I’ve been far too distant. I’m going to have my fill of you again and again.”

The promise that resonated in his voice had Sakura pulling his face down to hers for another kiss. Kakashi came to a stop beside their bed, letting her be the one to break the kiss.

“I hope you have everything you need cause I’m not letting you leave the bed.”

She answered him with a shy laugh. “You are such a perv.”

“A truth I plan on upholding, starting now.”

He playfully tossed her onto the bed and dived after her, not accounting for the springiness of the mattress. She laughed as she bounced back, right before her knee drove into his face. Kakashi yelped as he fell backwards, off the bed and onto the floor.

Sakura scrambled to the edge of the bed and looked over. Kakashi was cradling his face, muttering angrily beneath his palms.

“Oh, shit… Kakashi, are you okay?”

He pulled his hands away slowly. “How bad is it?”

She cringed at the blood streaming from his nose and what looked like the top of his lip. It was difficult to be sure. “I should probably take a look at that.”

He let out a humorless laugh as he sat up. “At least you’re already dressed the part.”

“Hush and let me see,” she ordered as she kneeled between his legs.

“So… if I’m a good patient, will I get a lollipop?”

Seventeen’s Reaction To Finding Out You Have Low Self Esteem

Seungcheol: He would be so upset to find out the person he loves most doesn’t think much of their self. He’d make it his life long mission to make sure you knew how beautiful and amazing he found you. Every morning when you woke up to him he’d always greet you with a smile and a compliment. 

“You’re the reason my life feels so perfect, (Y/N).”

Jeonghan: He’d be a bit taken aback when you told him the reason you put on so much make up was because you disliked how you looked. He’d take both your hands and look you straight in the eyes; he’d say the most sincere words with a full heart to remind you that you’re his one and only. 

“I could stare at you forever and I’d still feel like I haven’t had enough of you. “

Joshua: This little angel would go to the extreme to write you a song to tell you what he loved about you. Of course it brought a few tears to your eyes, afterwards he’d hold you in a tight embrace and show you his love through actions as well as words.

“The way you look every time I say goodbye makes it so hard for me to walk away from you.”

Jun: When Jun walked in on you frowning at your tummy he’d wrap you in a bear hug and snuggle into your neck. He’d hold your tummy to give you reassurance that he found you beautiful and he wouldn’t want to have you any other way. 

“We must be looking at different people because all I see is utter perfection.”

Hoshi: After you had finished ranting about how gross you found your birth mark, Hoshi would simply stare at you with a blank expression. He found every part of you beautiful - including your birthmark! He’d make sure that you knew this. 

“You’re a work of art and that little splodge on your leg is proof.” 

Wonwoo: You’d walk through the door with a bunch of skin care products and Wonwoo would simply look at you in confusion. Once you had explained it was because of your skin he’d kiss you all over your face and tell you that you were still his beautiful princess. 

“You’re beautiful to me no matter what, princess.” 

Woozi: You had explained to Woozi how your grades were making you feel stupid. He’d try to rationalise with you saying that school tests nothing but memory and that you’re super intelligent. He also reminded you that grades mean nothing. 

“Your grades do not define you as a person, and I mean that.” 

DK: Seokmin had noticed that you smile with your mouth closed a lot of the time; when he asked and you’d reply with “My teeth aren’t straight or white.” he’d simply caress your cheek and whisper sweet nothings in your ears.

“And despite what you think of yourself, your smile is still my favourite.” 

Mingyu: For a while now, Mingyu had noticed you had began wearing baggy jumpers. When he asked why and you told him you didn’t like your big boobs, his eyes would widen in shock. He couldn’t believe you hated that about yourself and he’d try to remind you that he loves you no matter what. 

“You might think that… But you have no idea how beautiful you are to everyone else.” 

The8: Whilst shopping, Minghao saw you had picked up various padded bras. Once you had noticed that he was staring you’d simply give him a sad smile and right away he knew why you were purchasing so many. 

“If it means anything to you, I still think you’ve got the sexiest body in the whole world.” 

Seungkwan: You and him were at a karaoke bar one night and someone had asked you to sing. Boo being the supportive boyfriend clapped for you but you insisted you stay sitting as you hated your voice. He would pout at you, however allow you to do what made you comfortable. 

“You could be the most tone deaf person ever but you’d still sound like an angel to me.” 

Vernon: He had come beaming in with a party invitation in his hand, waving it excitedly in your face. You smiled weakly and told him you’d pass because you didn’t want to annoy anyone. He began pouting and sat next to you with a caring expression.

“There could be one hundred people at this party and it still wouldn’t be worth it if you wasn’t with me.” 

Dino: He had walked in on you working out and you had stopped yourself immediately. You began tearing up as you couldn’t believe the one person you didn’t want to see you had. You told him you thought you looked horrible working out but he simply shook his head.

“You look happy doing it; and when you’re happy I never see you more beautiful.” 

I hope you beauties enjoy this! If you ever feel bad about yourself, just remember that Seventeen loves you! Gifs not mine, credit to owners! 

Love and Hugs!

Admin Amelia

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anonymous asked:

Hello I would love to cosplay aqua from Kingdom Hearts, but I'm having trouble with the bra pads on her shirt. Everyone else either cuts up a bra or get a bra cup, cover it with their fabric of choice and stitch it on. I actually don't want it to be an actual bra cup but a design thats a part of the shirt. I want it to be just the fabric part of the bra. Now while i had a template for the shape, no matter how many times i cut it out, hem it or add darts, it just never comes out right. Thanks!

Hello there!

That’s a really weird design, even for Kingdom Hearts. Wow.

To me, it looks more like fabric pieces sewn on than actual foam bra cups, so I think you are on the right track, though I can see why molded foam cups would be much easier!

What I would do is use the saran wrap method of patterning. Wear the undergarments you are planning wearing with the costume and possibly even the top if you have it in a wearable state and the fabric isn’t going to get damaged by this method. Get Glad Press N’ Seal wrap. This has a light adhesive on one side, so it will stick to you and to itself, making your patterning much easier. (You can also use a layer of regular saran wrap with masking or duct tape over it, if you choose, but this is the method I use for unusual patterns.) Once you have a good few layers of plastic on, use a permanent marker to draw the shape that you want. I would recommend just wrapping your breast area and drawing on the triangle shape of the cup and at the very least a vertical princess seam, or a vertical seam ending at a horizontal seam (like a 3-piece bra cup), though with how low this sits on her breasts, you will likely only need the one seam if yours sits in the same place.

Carefully peel yourself out of the wrap, and cut the pieces along the seamlines you just drew. Flatten these as well as you can. Take the two sides and try to square them with each other the best you can so you have an even pattern. Make sure to add seam allowance. Sew these out of a test fabric as a mockup, and make any changes you should need before doing them for real. For reference, the pattern will roughly be shaped so that the princess seams are curved, with the pieces curving outward toward each other in the middle (the top of the piece will be smaller, and the outward curves towards the middle and bottom will allow for extra space in there once it is sewn). The degree and location of the curve will depend on your breast shape and size.

By doing it this way, you’ll end up with pieces that are shaped and sized to the specific shape and size of the breast, rather than a flat piece you are trying to fit over a rounded surface, or a flat piece you are trying to dart. The correct shape of the seamlines will be built into your pattern, rather than added later.

The tricky part here is that the top appears to be a stretch material, so I would also make the cups out of a stretch material. Even though they are seamed for shape, they still need to be able to stretch with the fabric underneath. If you use a non-stretch material, wear the top, pin the cups in place very well, and sew them with the top stretched so that it mimics how much it will be stretched when worn.Otherwise, you’ll end up with the top either being too small in that area (because it wasn’t stretched) or lumpy and rippled.

I hope that helps! If it doesn’t, let me know exactly what was going wrong with the previous versions and with this version and I can try to help troubleshoot.

Fabrickind / Q&A Staff

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Caryl Prompt. Carol and Daryl have sex for the very first time. But carol is such a nervous, crying wreck because it's her first time since ed, and she's scared. But Daryl calms her down and kisses her tears away, and then they make sweet love. Pretty please??? I need this in my life

Just a fore warning, this is over a hefty 3000 words long. It kind of just got away from me. Smut warning.

At first it was just a slight tremor, something he thought might be down to just nerves as she reassured him once again she was okay, pulling his mouth back to hers to silence him. But then he saw it. That single tear that happened to catch the moonlight basking them both, Daryl instantaneously removed his hands from where they were fisted in her shirt that was pushed up high on her body.

He rolled off her, putting some distance between them, her mouth opening as if to protest his movements.

“Naw,” he cut off before she even had to chance, the pad of his thumb coming across to gently catch the tear that ran towards her jaw. 

“Daryl…” she whispered.

“You lied,” he said, looking down at her with worried eyes, his hand cupping her cheek.

“I’m sorry,” she croaked back, keeping her responses short as she felt the lump in her throat tighten, constricting her of breath, more tears prickling in her eyes. 

“Don’t be,” he said soothingly his eyes searching out hers, “talk ta me.”

“Can’t,” she choked out, the tears becoming a real threat as she struggled for control.

“Carol,” his voice husked. 

Her name on his lips, that’s all it took to break her. 

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Blame it on the Alcohol

Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Smut

Request: Hi! Can I request a Jungkook smut where you are friends and he is all shy, literally just being his typical self. One day you go out clubbing/partying together and he gets really drunk and turns into the complete opposite, suddenly full of confidence . Somehow that night you end up sleeping together ;) Thanks in advance!!

Other Parts: 1 2 3 4



I just stared at him, willing him to speak. Just one word, that’s all I wanted. He tapped his pencil on the table and stared at the empty space in front of him.

Knowing that I was watching him, his eyes flickered toward me, his pencil froze in its actions, then his gaze quickly turned back to the space in front of him and the pencil started hitting the wood on the table as it had done before.

I sighed, I hate partner projects.

I looked to my professor who was leaned far back in his desk chair and his legs crossed on the table. His thin framed glasses were balanced on the tip of his nose as he blankly looked at an old newspaper. I silently cursed him for partnering me up with the shyest person in the class. No, the shyest person on the planet.

I side glanced my partner again, “Sooo, we need to come up with a topic for our presentation,” I tried to encourage him to come up with something. Every idea I came up with had been met with a meek shrug of his shoulders.

“Mhm,” he hummed as he was now twirling his pencil in between his long, thin fingers.

I pursed my lips and squinted at him, “Got any ideas?”

He chewed on his lip and shook his head.

I sighed and slumped back in my chair. Every other group had come up with their topic and started their projects yesterday. We were already behind the other groups and I couldn’t figure out how to get through to him so we could catch up.

You know, he’s lucky he’s gorgeous because if he just looked like every other Joe Shmoe in this school, I’d be furious with him right now. Every time I felt myself losing my temper, I would look at his profile and would suddenly feel calm, entranced even. His name was Jungkook. His features were soft and silky. His had a faint hint of a scar below his eye and I wondered how he managed to get it. His deep, inviting dark brown eyes were surrounded by thick, long black eyelashes.

“I was thinking we could—” just as I was about to pitch another idea, the bell rang.

“Pick up from here on Monday,” I finished my sentence.

“Okay,” he said without looking at me, gathering his belongings and standing up from his chair.

I followed his actions and grabbed my stuff, then walked toward the door. I just wanted to get out of this class and temporarily avoid the stress that this project had brought to me.

“Hey Y/N!” a girl shouted my name before I could get through the door.

I turned around to a girl who I’d spoken to a few times calling for my attention.

“Are you going to the party at the bar tonight?” she asked.

I cocked my head to the side, “I didn’t know there was a party at the bar tonight?”

“Oh, well… you should come! It’s gonna be a blast!”

I debated her offer inside my head then my eyes found Jungkook who was stood close to me and I was reminded of the stress of our project and my desperation to get my mind off of it.

I turned back to the girl, “Yeah, okay, I’ll be there! I’ll bring a friend too,” I told her with a smile.

She clapped happily, “Great! It starts at 8,” then she turned to Jungkook, “You should come too!”

He looked at her with wide eyes like a deer, surprised that she was addressing him directly. He let out a long breath then nodded, “a party could be fun,” he muttered, quickly looking down at the ground as he addressed her.

So he’ll speak to her but not me? 

His eyes flickered in my direction once more before he bowed his head and ducked out of the classroom.

I took my time getting home. I decided to grab a coffee from the campus’s cafe and take a stroll through a nearby park. I walked until I naturally headed down the path to my apartment and unlocked the door. I called my best friend and asked her to come to the party with me tonight. Of course, she obliged because that girl loved a good party. By the time I got back to my apartment, I only had a couple hours until the party started.

I went into the kitchen and made myself a bowl of ramen and slowly slurped small mouthfuls of noodles. After I finished my pre-party meal, I put the dish in the sink and filled it with water to soak. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, waiting until the bathroom was filled with steam to peel off my day clothes then slipped into the shower. I lazily lathered my body with soap and scrubbed my scalp with shampoo, not being in any rush to get to the party. I stood in the shower, letting the water run down my body until it went cold. I turned off the water then wrapped myself in a towel and walked into my bedroom.

I jumped with I walked through the door and was welcomed by my best friend sitting on my bed, fully dressed and ready to go.

“Why aren’t you ready yet?! It’s already 8:30!” she spoke shrilly while flapping her hands around. She wore a tight sparkly strapless red dress that perfectly accentuated her womanly curves and voluptuous breasts which I had always been slightly jealous of.

I shrugged, “Just taking my time. No one shows up to parties on time anyway.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes, “Well hurry up.”

Brushing off her bitterness, I walked over to the closet to find an outfit. I dug through my underwear until I found what I was looking for: a padded black lacey bra with underwear to match. I always put on my prettiest pair of underwear before a party, not because I was looking to get lucky, but because it gave me confidence. I picked out a pair of skin tight black skinny jeans and paired them with a black sparkly top with straps that crisscrossed in the back.

“Aren’t you a little dressed down?” my friend asked me, looking at her outfit, then mine.

“It’s just a bar, I think this is fine,” I gestured to my appearance, “come do my hair while I do my makeup,” I ordered and walked down the hall to the bathroom. My hair was curled and left down to frame my face. I stuck with fairly tame eyeshadow colors— just a few shades of brown which was dark enough to make my eyes look bigger and more defined but not dark enough to make me look like I just got out of a fist fight and lost. I applied a soft pink lip color and a pair of black high heels which made my ass look fantastic. Then, at 9:30, I was ready to go.

The bar was just a short walk from my apartment. My friend was already complaining about her feet hurting and her dress riding up and I just rolled my eyes and laughed at her. I could hear the bass of the music blasting from the bar from a block away. When we got to the entrance, there were lights of various colors strobing through the windows. The music was deafeningly loud and pulsed through my body, filling me with excitement as we walked through the doors into the pool of people.

I turned to speak to my best friend but found her already attached butt to crotch with a smitten stranger. His hands were on her thighs as she ground herself onto his hips sexily. My gaze wandered from her to a man leaning against a support beam with a half drank beer in his hand. He had a sleazy smirk on his face as he raised his glass to me and winked. I groaned and my stomach churned at his hungry expression.

I need a drink.

I struggled to make my way through the crowd to the end of the building where the bar was. When I finally reached it, I slumped against the cool wood of the long bar and took a seat on one of the open bar stools. The music was significantly less intense over here, now I could actually hear lyrics and some sort of tune rather than just bass.

Just as the song was ending, the bartender began to walk over to me. Just as I was about to tell him my order, the sound of a guy laughing loudly caught my attention. I turned my head to where the laughter was coming from and my stomach lurched in surprise.

On the bend of the bar counter, my partner in class, Jungkook was smiling hugely with his hand on a girl’s shoulder. He was wearing a black leather jacket which he paired with a white v neck shirt that showed off a bit of his muscular smooth chest. He leaned in close to her and whispered seductively which made her melt into a fit of giggles and playfully push him away, letting her hand linger on his chest much longer than it needed to.

Just as the opening chords to a new song blasted through the speakers, Jungkook’s eyes found mine across the bar. I froze unsure of what to do next. Should I look away? Wave?

His already dark brown eyes grew even darker as he turned his head to the side and rolled his tongue across the inside of his cheek, a devilish smile grew on his face. He leaned in close to whisper something in the girl’s ear, never breaking eye contact with me. He stepped away from her and he head snapped in my direction. She shot me a glare as Jungkook moved around the bend toward me.

Before I could react, Jungkook was standing extremely close to me, looking my body up and down, “Hellooo,” he drew out the the “o”, “you look ravishing,” he flirted.

I stood there stunned, there’s no way this was the same boy that refused to even make eye contact with me in class today.

“I–I didn’t think you’d show up to this,” I admitted in a fluster.

He turned his head to the side, “Why not? I said I would in class today.”

I shrugged, “You just don’t seem like the party type.”

He smirked, “I only came on the off-chance that I’d get to see you.”

His bold confession made his current state obvious to me, “Are you drunk?” I asked him, brushing off what he had just said. There’s no way he meant it if he was drunk, right?

He looked off to the side like he was debating his answer, then he looked back at me with a single raised eyebrow, “I’m not sober.”

I nodded. Shit, maybe he did mean it. I turned away from him and tried to let my curls fall over my face and block my blushing cheeks from his line of sight.

“Do you want a drink? How about a beer?” Jungkook asked and before I could respond was shouting at the bartender to get him two beers on tap.

I was going to interject but I couldn’t find anything wrong with letting a cute boy buy me a drink, so I said nothing. Especially after this cute boy basically put me through hell during class by refusing to work with me on our project. If anything, he owed me this drink.

“Are you here alone?” he asked before taking a long drink from the golden frothy liquid that the bartender had just put in front of him.

I grabbed my glass and turned my body so I could see the dance floor. I scanned the crowd until I spotted my best friend, who was now grinding on a different guy than she had been earlier, “That one,” I pointed to her, “I brought her,” I also chugged half of my beer.

He leaned closer to me to see who I was pointing at, “Red dress?”

“Yep.”

He laughed and took another huge drink, essentially emptying his glass, “She looks like she’s having fun.”

I scoffed, “You could say that.”

Jungkook put his empty glass on the counter then tapped the table with his fingertips as he thought through something.

“Can you take shots?” he questioned playfully.

One corner of my mouth raised, “I don’t mean to brag but, I am excellent at taking shots,” I found myself sending out flirtatious vibes without meaning to.

He raised his eyebrow again, “Oh really? Prove it,” he baited.

I leaned back and put my hand over my chest, pretending to be hurt that he would ever doubt me, “Maybe I will,” I called the bartender over and ordered two rounds of shots of tequila for both of us. He poured the poison into shot glasses in front of us. Jungkook and I both grabbed one glass out of the four sat in front of us and clinked them together before downing the liquid and feeling as if it was burning a hole in my throat since I had no chaser.

I tried to play it off cool and pretend that the shot was nothing but I lost it when Jungkook became a laughing and coughing mess in front of me. I followed him quickly after as my body tried to reject what I had just consumed. Without pausing, we did the second round, having the same reaction as the first. Jungkook called for yet another round of shots, which we both did easily since the damage had already been done from the first two.

“You’re right,” he commented, “you are good at taking shots.

I shrugged smugly. Just then, a particularly loud song started playing.

“I can’t believe this,” I screamed over the blaring music.

“Can’t believe what?” he shouted back.

“You’re actually fun!”

He laughed and held up his shot glass, which the bartender had kindly refilled, “Blame the alcohol,” then the poured the shot down this throat.

I grabbed my glass and held it still for a moment, knowing I needed to slow down before the drunkenness hit me like a ton of bricks, “You’re just so quiet normally, I’m surprised,” I said before opening my throat and allowing the liquor to pass through without touching my tongue.     

He shrugged, putting his mouth to my ear so he didn’t need to yell as much, “I like to think that tipsiness shows my true colors.”

We continued talking about nothing for about thirty minutes until I felt the five shots and half a beer beginning to set in. Just as my mind started to get loopy, I heard the opening to my favorite song.

I gasped and aggressively tugged on Jungkook’s arm, “Oo! Oo! I love this song!”

He looked around at the very full dance floor then looked at me suggestively, “Let’s go dance!”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the bar, onto the dance floor. We both began to move our bodies to the rhythm of the music. The alcohol that was tracing through my veins allowed me to forget about any insecurities or embarrassment that I may have had if I were sober.

This song wasn’t exactly classy. It was definitely a booty shaking, boob bouncing song and I did just that right in front of Jungkook. A huge smile grew on his face as he watched my body move and swayed his body left and right.

He put a hand on my hip and helped guide me to the beat of the song. His hand moved from my hip to the curve of my lower back, pulling me closer to him. Adrenaline coursed through my body alongside the alcohol. I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed the gap between us. Our hips rocked against each other as Jungkook looked into my eyes and smiled seductively. I had no idea he had this sexy and smooth side to him and it was making my body get very warm and my breathing heavy.

I wasn’t sure how this dancing was making him feel but I knew I was started to get very turned on at the feeling of having my hips pressed to someone else. His hands were skimming up and down my back, getting very close to my butt but never actually resting there.

The song faded to its end and Jungkook and I just stood there, hips still pressed together, just looking at each other. His eyes were dark and hypnotic, making me yearn for him even more.

A new song started playing and Jungkook leaned his mouth to my ear, “It’s loud in here, let’s go somewhere else,” he grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the exit of the bar. I frantically looked around for my friend and found her making out with the guy she had been grinding with, in the corner of the dance floor. She seemed occupied, I’d just text her to let her know where I went later.

Jungkook lead me outside into the cold, bitter air. He aggressively pushed me up against the brick wall of the bar and crashed his lips to mine. Drunk and extremely turned on, I immediately began kissing him back and spastically rubbing my hands all over his body. He grabbed at my upper thighs and ass, not being shy about grabbing it anymore. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I tangled my hands into his hair. I ground my hips on his just as I had done on the dance floor and he reciprocated the action.

“Hey, take that somewhere else!” the bouncer shouted at us, causing me to jump in fright and push Jungkook back.

He looked at me and smirk through his panting breath, “My apartment,” he said simply then grabbed my hand and pulled me down the road away from the bar. This is definitely not how I saw my night going.

We walked quickly down the deserted street to a tall apartment building. Jungkook led me through the lobby and into the elevator. He pushed the button for his floor, then pressed me against the side of the elevator and kissed me again, this time less harshly but still just as urgently as outside the bar.

We made out until the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Jungkook grabbed me again and led me to his front door, opening it with a shaky hand then pulling me through the doorway.

I was once again shoved against the wall and Jungkook firmly pressed his lips to mine, unable to contain his desire for me. Our bodies pressed together and I could feel his hardening dick against me. I ground against the bulge and his breath hitched at the contact.

I grabbed the collar of his leather jacket and pulled the piece of clothing off of his body. He helped by pulling his arms out of the sleeves and cupped my face with his hands and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth. He kicked off his shoes and hiked up the bottom of my shirt and his hot hands grasped my bare waist. I also took off my shoes without breaking the kiss and grappled at his belt and tugging it open.

He broke the kiss and led me to his bedroom where everything was neatly lined up on shelves but the bed was unmade. He pushed me onto his bed and I landed on my back. He jumped onto of me and leaned in to reconnect our lips.

I put my hand on his chest to make him halt, “I don’t normally do this with people,” I informed him.

He smiled, “I don’t either,” then crashed his lips to mine. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt again and this time he pushed it up my body, breaking our kiss only long enough to pull it over my head. His hands grabbed my breasts and I silently thanked myself for wearing my nice bra.

He popped open my jeans and slid them down off of my hips, enough to have easy access to the hem of my underwear. As his fingers played with the top of my underwear, I pulled open his jeans and slid them down his body with my feet. His hand dipped into my underwear and let his middle finger run over my wet fold.

I hummed in pleasure at the feeling of his long fingers on me. He brought his finger up from my opening to circle my clit. I jolted, feeling relief from the pent up desire and moaned into his mouth. My hand cupped the bulge in his underwear, rubbing it. He ground his hips into my hand and rubbed my clit harder.

Sweat gathered at my hairline and I panted, already feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. He pulled his hand away from my center and tugged his underwear off, letting his dick spring free. He pulled my underwear off too as well as his shirt and my bra. His mouth left open kisses all over my chest as he lined himself up with my entrance.

He easily slid himself into me and didn’t hesitate to start rocking his hips. I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper into me. He thrusted roughly and quickly, desperate to reach his release. I clenched around him, increasing the pleasure for both of us as he pounded into my g spot. He had me whimpering and moaning his name, knowing exactly what to do to make me unravel under him. He grunted and looked into my eyes, his brow furrowing and his mouth hanging open.

We both reached our highs quickly, the desperation for each other made it easy for both of us to cum. With one last grunt, he rolled off of me and laid on his back on the bed next to me. I rolled onto my stomach and looked at his sweat drenched face. He lazily brushed his fingers through my hair and looked at me through half lidded eyes.

It was then that I remember that this was the boy from class who was so incredibly shy that he couldn’t even look at me. How was it possible that I was now lying naked in bed with him.

“I honestly had no idea that you were like this,” I admitted, “you’re usually so shy.”

He chuckled, “I’d like to blame the alcohol but the truth is… The desire, the attraction for you, is real. The alcohol just brought out the confidence for me to act on it.”

“I didn’t even realize we had the same attraction for each other,” I shook my head in disbelief.

He smirked mischiefly, “Does that mean we can do this again sometime?”

I laughed and nodded.

“Good, I’ve got a lot more I want to do with you,” he told me and pulled me close to his body, wrapping his strong arm around me.

I sat silent for a moment, savoring the feeling, “Hey, you know something that you could do with me?” I lifted my head to look at his face.

He looked at me curiously.

“Our project,” I said.

He threw his head back and laughed loudly, his eyes scrunching closed, “Oh yeah, sorry about that.”

“It’s due in a week. I’m begging you to help me with it,” I jokingly begged.

He rubbed the back of my head with a smile, “should we work on it right now?” he suggested.

I contemplated his suggestion and shook my head, “Let’s just do this right now,” I rested my head on his chest and snuggled into him.

He hummed in agreement and pulled me close to him.

We ended up falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms and come Monday, we finally made headway on our project.  


I changed it a bit and made it a College Au, I hope that’s okay?

I’d love feedback on this! Also, requests are open but you’ll have to forgive me for writing SUPER slow.

Thanks for Reading! xx

anonymous asked:

Do you wear girl underwear?

Padded bras: yes. Panties of any kind: very no. I tried once and learned that it is 100% physically impossible to fit a humongo dong in those. Even while tucking, I have about as much dick as a normal human being who isn’t tucking.

Like, I actually have to search up and down through stores for men’s underwear that fits. I am actually a little surprised anyone bothers manufacturing underwear that can contain penises 5SDs above the mean, because it doesn’t seem very economical?

First Time - Ignis Scientia

GUYS. This is the sweetest thing ever and I’m so happy with this piece. I had a totally different plan in the beginning but this story practically wrote itself. Ignis is so cute and I really hope I got his mannerisms down. Not only am I blushing but this breaks my heart a little.

Enjoy this sinful magic.

XXX

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anonymous asked:

hello!! i am a trans boy and not out of the closet on terms of my family being very religious. i am in desperate need of a binder, but i can not order one on the internet and have no idea how to get one offline. i know that ace bandages are terrible, but are there any ways to safely bind without an actual binder?? thank you!

*rubs hands together*

ok nyall this is how i survived the first half of 7th grade

WHAT U WILL NEED:

1-2 socks (need to be knee socks preferably, or at last ones that go up to the middle of your calf. none of those no ankle tiny socks)

2 sports bras. (1 isnt enough and any more than 2 just adds extra bulk)

IMPORTANT TIP BEFORE WE START: some sports bras have padding. on the inside of the cup there should be an open slit where you can reach in and pull the padding out. feel around for the opening and then pull the padding out

ok here we go

step 1: put on bras

when u put on the bras theres like a dip where the bottom band is so ur boobs and stomach still curve out with that dip in the middle

the socks will fix that

step 2: get socks

ur gonna wanna have enough sock to put under the entirety of the band (just on the front dw about the back) so depending on the length of ur socks u might need a different number

i used knee socks

so get ur socks and fold them in half like longways and then put them under the band. its ok if you need to fold them a bit to make them fit.

so now wowza!!! your boobs dont stick out anymore!!! it doesnt really reduce the size of your chest BUT it makes the surface of the front of your body relatively flat !!!!

in case it wasnt clear the purpose of the socks was to reduce that dip between chest and stomach