#i was looking as some lacy sheer long sleeve shirts that came in a few colors

[mouthsfullofsharpteeth]

Happy international lesbian day to me and the lesbian employee that flirted with me at the mall and flustered me so hard that i ended up buying not one but two things from that shop

[soul-likeasecretinyourthroat]

Me and a group of friends went to emo nite at the rave last night and it was so fun! I got to do my friends makeup too!!!! O’s dads pretty funny, he held O’s face while I put on the first layer of eyeshadow because he wouldn’t stop talking lmao. I really like his parents, they are pretty cool people. He was a very good canvas tbh, he didn’t flinch and was patient with me too :) Once I was done with his makeup, his parents said he looked like Robert smith from the cure, and I fully agree with them! O looked so cool in the black eyeshadow, and it really was a trip for me to see him in it <3

After that, we left to go pick up 3 more ppl. A couple, B and R, who killed it with their outfits! The bf (B) wore a leather skirt, knee high leather stiletto heels, and some sort of tshirt (which under he borrowed his gf’s bra to complete this almost-drag look). The gf (R) dressed to the 9s in emo attire, rocking the mcr tshirt and fishnets. Me n Him were Shocked to say the least when B walked out of his garage like that lmao it was insane, very proud of him!

Then we went to go pick up M, and she wore her homecoming dress and a cute jacket, it was pretty scene inspired for her inspo, and she killed it!!!!

Me and O forgot to eat before picking ppl up, so we stopped at chipotle for food in our full emo regalia. Imagine just 5 of the most emo teens you’ve ever seen, and put them in the most suburban chipotle Ever, we stood out like a sore thumb! It was honestly really freeing to just like wear my outfit in public because it was so emo and I consider myself diet emo on the best days so I was happy. We got so many confused looks but I didn’t care, I was hanging out with the people I loved :)

After chipotle, I drove us (on the freeway!!!) downtown to the venue, and got parking right across the street! Then I started to do B and R’s emo makeup per their requests, and both of them have cool bone structures and I loooove doing peoples makeup fr it’s so much fun!!!!

O had a surprise tho, he brought with a second shirt that he wore, that he didn’t want his parents to see >:) it was a black, lacy, long sleeved button up with a flowery design on it, it was very sheer so he wore a white tank top underneath. We all looked so sexy fr, like omg

We got inside at 9pm, but it apparently didn’t start til 10:30, which was said nowhere lol. All good tho, us 5 got to hang out for a while anyway so it was fun!

Once the set started by the emo nite dj, the room got so fucking hot like I was melting in my thick tshirt, but I only had on a fishnet long sleeve top that barely reached my collarbones and a bra, and no way was I gonna be showing my assets for free (at least not to the 30 year old crowd of millennials there lol)! O got hot, so he took off the tank top he had on underneath the sheer shirt he had on, and he offered it to me to wear so I wouldn’t be so hot! Dude I like him so much he doesn’t even know fr like (I’m so down bad for him) anyway I change in a bathroom into the tank top and put the fishnet shirt over it, it was a very cool outfit ngl, and thank god I wore a nice bra and not an old one, because I would’ve cried if it looked gross infront of him fr

We all were dancing and having fun, and then O has the great idea of getting up and dancing on the stage, and me and M were like ofc that sounds like fun! We managed to get on stage and we were dancing and singing so much, the photographer took several photos of us together in the cool lights on the stage, they will hopefully be put on the www soon so I can see them! I love candid photos and I wanna see how I look in candids as well :)

I was really trying to be flirty with him (O) last night, and i was dancing really close to him, like within a few inches of him. I love to see him dance, when he dances with his arms above his head and moves so fast, it’s mesmerizing and I can’t look away. Whenever songs came on that had lyrics about love, I would purposefully get his attention and make him look at me scream-singing along to them, hopefully he caught a hint PLEASE! I twirled him like a pretty princess, and that made me get a stupid smile on my face :)

The concert got done at like 1 in the morning, and while we were walking back to where I had parked my car, O said that he wish he could’ve gotten any hot goth girl’s Snapchat, and I casually said “Omg what about me? Aren’t I got enough for you???” And he was mad blushing after that comment, hopefully that signaled to him how I felt maybe? We stopped at a kwik trip gas station to refuel and for a late night snack, and it was again very comical to see 5 emo kids in a gas station in a suburban area at 1:20 in the morning lol.

I dropped M off first, I thanked her for coming with and she thanked me for taking her lol.

Then, O got in the passenger seat and started playing music on my phone that was connected to Bluetooth! He played the full album of “Good God!” By rio romeo, which if you don’t know rio’s work is very romantic and like sappy songs. We both knew all the words to the whole album, and R and B were in the backseat giving each other looks and stuff, I’m pretty sure they think that O and I are dating, and I really hope that O knew that too >:)

We then dropped off B and R, said our goodbyes, and we went on the way back to O’s house. We kept playing the album, even if it restarted once or twice. Before we turned into his drive way, he changed back into his tshirt he left in. The moonlight reflected off of his skin beautifully, and it caught in his eyes which shone like jewels. We were talking about how much fun we had, and then we got to his house, His sister was waiting at the front door to let him in, since it was 3 am everyone else had long since been asleep. I told him that we should hang out again asap, and that I was really happy that he came with tonight even though he doesn’t know a ton of emo songs. He said he had a lot of fun too, and told me to be careful on the roads and go like 20mph because of all the deer on the road wandering. I said I promise I’ll go slow, and I would text him when I got home to let him know I was safe :) I watched as he walked down the long driveway into his house, he almost was skipping inside. I kept the album playing. I started my way back home. I regret not making a move on him, I really do. I don’t know how much longer I can survive without knowing that he might like me back. He’s so beautiful and sweet, his eyelashes are so long they touch his brow-bones, his off white teeth are the same shade as mine, those blue eyes that ensnare my gaze whenever I turn to look at him, the way his face moves when he smiles, the crinkles next to his eyes, the way his hair falls on his head, his nose is just perfect, his body covered in small freckles like a strawberry, and his voice that makes me weak in the knees and could tell me to do anything at all and I would no hesitation. (I want to hear him make noises that I didn’t know he could make, and daydream about what he would sound like, and how I can get him to make those types of sounds >:3 )

Sorry for the sappy rant, I have feelings for him that I’ve never felt for anyone else before ever. I’m just a teenager hoping that their crush likes them back.

Anyway, on my drive home (15 mins) I was tearing up over the fact that I already missed him, and how I wish I could go be at his side forever, maybe fall asleep on his basement couch next to each other while watching a studio ghibli movie or live-streaming an symphony orchestra playing. I got home around 3:30, talked to my mom for a bit, let everyone know that I got home safe, and ate half a pizza. I went to bed around 4am, but I could barely fall asleep even though I was exhausted because I couldn’t get him off my mind long enough to fall asleep lol

I need to be straightforward with him about how I feel. I’m currently writing down these tumblr posts about him in a physical notebook, that after I tell him how I feel, I can give it to him and show him how long I’ve felt like this for him, and some of my most favorite memories I’ve made :) I’m such a romantic it kills me.

Ok I gotta go to bed now it’s 1:30 am.. I’ll be back hopefully soon with an update concerning mine and his relationship >:) wish me luck!!!

[onmykneesforhotdilfs]

Pleasure

Author's note: by now I think you all know it's a sparxshipping piece. And yeah, as usual, there's SMUT.

They stumbled into the room blindly, almost tripping over the carpet and different pisces of furniture and he had to support them with his hand on a wall, so they wouldn't fall and break their necks. The kiss they were engaged in was hot, steamy and practically filthy but neither of them cared at the moment. The fumbled in the dark some more until Valtor decided to turn the tables and make things easier for them by pressing Bloom into the wall. The speed with which he spun her around was dizzying but at the moment she felt that she could care less and that she didn't care as long as his tongue kept doing that.

His teeth kept nipping on her lower lip and his tongue was doing some wicked things to her mouth, and frankly, her sanity as well. Even the fact that she was pressed against a cold hard wall didn't bother her because Valtor's distraction techniques were so good she completely forgot about it. She stood there, pressed up against the wall, with Valtor's hard, muscular body pressed into hers, his hands buried in her hair at the back of her neck so he could angle her head into a more comfortable position to suck her face off. Not that she was complaining. Her own hands were placed on his shoulders in order to support herself because she was standing on her tippy toes and she would have fallen over if she didn't have that ounce of security her hands provided.

She felt herself getting woozy and she broke the kiss, regrettably, to return much needed oxygen into her lungs, waiting for her vision to slide back into focus. When it did, the sight that greeted her was almost enough to take her breath away again and leave her a panting mess. Valtor stood before her, his broad chest heaving from the heavy kiss, his pupils blown so wide his normaly blue eyes turned almost black, a few wild strands of his strawberry blond hair rebelling against the perfect order and framing his angular face, making his high cheekbones appear even sharper.

His hot breath danced over her face, his sharp white teeth biting his full lower lip and Bloom surged forward to capture the said lip with her own. Her leg raised from the floor, sliding teasingly against his own making him growl into the kiss, before it settled on his hip and pulled him closer to her, her heel digging into his ass. Her hands, suddenly not interested in staying put, gripped the lapels of his jacket before slowly lowered it from his wide shoulders, sliding it down those muscular arms that untangled from her hair in order to help her remove the jacked easily. The moment his jacket touched the floor his hands slid up to her hips, his fingers undoubtedly leaving finger shaped bruises on them. Her hands continued the previous task of undressing Valtor, her fingers messing with the buttons of his white shirt. With the shirt completely open, his amazing torso and abdomen on display, her hands mapped out sharp edges of his muscles until they settled on his nipples and pinched them in order to pull a reaction from him and he didn't disappoint. He moaned hotly into the kiss, his hips seemingly on their own accord coming to merge with her own, something long and hard poking her in the stomach making the heat in her lower abdomen surge downward, soaking her panties.

Apparently tired of waiting himself, his hands slid beneath her Tshirt, sliding over her ribs making her giggle, coming up to cup her breasts which immediately stoped her giggles and forced a moan out of her mouth which were still greedily kissing his own. He reached around with his right hand and single handedly unclipped her bra, making the straps fall down from her shoulders and beneath the sleeves where he lowered them even more so her hands could pass through them and he could chuck the annoying piece of clothing across the room. With her bra out of the way and with her chest pressed tightly against his, he could clearly feel her nipples which were shaped into tiny little peaks hard enough to cut glass. His hands returned to its previous position, long fingers playing with her nipples while she broke the kiss to bury her head into the hollow of his neck and gasp. The leg on his hip tightened around him, heel of her foot digging into his ass, her pelvis rocking against him, seeking much needed friction. He groaned in her ear making she shudder, his hands leaving her breasts and coming over to cup her ass and haul her up in the air so she could wrap her other leg around him. With her wrapped around him, he took off towards her bedroom where he could finally do all the dirty and unspeakable things he wanted to since he first saw her. He confidently reached her bed and gently lowered her down on it, his body coming to rest on her own, her legs still firmly wrapped around his waist, his hands squeezing her ass.

He planted hot kisses on her neck, sucking a few lustful hickeys there where he knew she wouldn't be able to hide them. His hands left her ass to fumble with the button and zipper of her jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding the offending, in his opinion, material down her creamy legs as much as he could in his current position, which wasn't a lot but it have him good access to her panties and what they covered. His fingers danced over the lacy material, pulling the hem aside and experimentally running his index finger from her entrance to her clit and it took no effort to do so because she was soaked. Bloom responded to his ministrations with a bite to his shoulder and her hips bucked when his finger touched her clit. She knew he could feel how wet she is, and she was slightly embarrassed about it but she could not escape from her physical reaction. She sat up, making him look at her but she assured him with her gaze that everything is ok.

He removed his hand from her panties when her own hand came to fumble with her jeans making him sit back on his haunches and grab the material on both sides to slide it down those neverending legs. Her legs free of the denim prison fell open and Valtor got a good look at her almost naked body. Beautiful face and big blue eyes contrasting against her vibrant red hair, long thin neck decorated with dark purple bruises he left there, delicate shoulders, small breasts that fit her body perfectly, thin waist and slim hips and those longs legs. Bloom was breathing heavily and if that wasn't a good indication of her arousal, a wet spot on her panties that seemed to grow bigger the longer Valtor looked at her certainly was. Her hands reached for him and he leaned over her to let her touch him. But she clearly had other plans because instead of touching him like he anticipated she went for his belt and pants. She messed around it for almost a minute but her hands were shaking so much she couldn't do almost anything. She let out a whine of frustration and Valtor sensing her struggle decided to help her, mostly because his cock was so hard by now it was causing discomfort. As soon as the button was opened and the zipper was lowered he let out a sigh of relief. Bloom wasted no time in grabbing his pants and his boxers and lowering them down. His cock twitched from the feeling of rough material sliding over it making Bloom blush. He stood up from the bed where he was finally able to lower his pants and underwear to his ankles and step out of them and take his shirt off. He expected Bloom to turn red and start stuttering, but the princess once again surprised him by taking the elastic band of her panties and sliding them down her legs. He stood frozen on the spot as Bloom threw herself back on the bed, red hair forming a halo around her face making her look like an angel, spreading her legs and bringing her fingers to her mouth to wet them. She locked eyes with him and with a teasing smile licked the pads of her fingers, her wet fingers sliding down her body to her most intimate place. She spread herself open with index and ring finger while her middle finger came to teasingly flick against her clit. She purred like a satisfied cat not breaking eye contact even once. The sheer sight of what was happening before Valtor's eyes was enough to make his stomach clench dangerously from arousal and for his hand to shot up and grip the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming untouched.

The sounds leaving her mouth were so erotic not even the best porn ever made could compare to it. The scene itself was better than any erotic movie. While Valtor was distracted Bloom seemed to work herself up so much her hips were jumping off of bed and bucking into her fingers. She was whining and moaning, her fingers going faster and faster, her toes clenching and her fingers tearing into her sheets. That seemed to shake Valtor out of his trance and he shot up from the place he stood on, his hand taking hold of Bloom's fingers and prying them away from her clit which was throbbing and swollen. She trashed beneath him and almost sobbed, tears of frustration gathering in the corners of her eyes. He shushed her gently, assuring her he would make her come, just not yet. He placed his body above hers, his elbows taking the burn of his weight while his cock gently run over her nether lips. He used her own juices to lubricate himself and to tease in the process while she ranked her nails down his back leaving scratches. She worked herself up so much that the wetness that was previously soaking her panties and her pussy now slicked up her thighs and slightly dampened the sheets beneath her.

She whined and twitched beneath him and he lowered his head to gently capture her mouth while he aligned himself with her entrance and pushed in. One push was enough to have him buried to the hilt inside Bloom and she gasped from sudden but not unpleasant intrusion. He stayed still for about a minute, just enjoying the feeling of finally being inside her, and letting her adjust to his size even though it was unnecessary because she took him so easily. He kissed her slowly and passionately, his tongue mapping out insides of her mouth and playing with hers. He would have loved to stay still for a while longer but Bloom moved her hips from beneath him creating a delicious friction as her walls hugged and twitched around his cock. He groaned in her mouth and pulled out almost to the tip before he slammed his hips back into her. She broke the kiss and threw her head back, his name on her lips.

He tried to take things slowly, tease her a bit, make their first time together more memorable. He didn't want this to be just another quick fuck, to make her feel like she was just another fling because she wasn't. She was the first girl he ever felt something deeper than lust for. She meant a lot to him. She was the first one to give him another chance at life, to trust him enough to redeem himself.

"Promise me." He grunted in her ear. "Promise me this is not just a one night thing." She gasped and her nails dug themselves into his back. He speeded up his thrusts, her mouth opening in a silent scream, legs circling his waits. "Promise me, Bloom. Please." He whispered the last part and he could feel her walls fluttering and squeezing his cock bringing him closer to his orgasm.

"I promise." The whisper was so quiet even Valtor wasn't sure he heard it, but as he leaned back to look in her eyes, he could see every emotion she never expressed in front of him and he knew he didn't imagine things. His hips snapped harder, his cock touching something deep inside her and that was enough to tip her into her orgasm. She threw her head back and screamed his name, her legs locked around his waist preventing him from going anywhere, which he wasn't sure if it was good or bad because when she came it triggered his own orgasm and since her legs prevented him, he couldn't pull out. He came inside her in long even bursts, his hips slowly sliding in and out to draw both of their orgasms out for as long as possible. She twitched beneath him for almost a minute before finally going still. He went to pull out but Bloom stoped him by tightening her legs around him. Her hands relaxed on his back and her nails were no longer digging into his skin. She pulled him down to kiss him while the pads of her fingers gently traced his muscles and her foot was sliding up and down his leg.

She broke the kiss to rub her nose against his before stealing one last chaste kiss, no more than the brush of lips. Her legs relaxed and he was finally able to pull out. He hissed when he felt the head of his softening cock drag against a tight ring of muscle. He collapsed next to her on the bed and opened his arms to her. She slid into his embrace with no questions asked and snuggled with him.

He saw her eyelids flutter closed and he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. He felt tiredness seeping into his own bones and he as well closed his eyes. 'Maybe just a short nap.'

He slept until the morning.

[artificialqueens]

Flannel Shirt (Willaska) - Citrus

A/N: sorry for my absence in this community, i’m sure you can imagine why i was gone for a while. ah, well. time to get back on the horse. i wrote this smutty little drabble in just over an hour, while racing mollyroll for a higher word count. she also beta’d and i love her to the moon and back. xoxo citrus

When Alaska came strutting out of the bedroom, the air left Willam’s lungs.

Her hair was a mess, as it almost always was, but that wasn’t the thing that caught her girlfriend’s attention. Rather, it was the oversized flannel she was wearing as a dress. Tall as she was, the fabric barely reached her upper thigh, leaving her legs bare and making Willam’s head spin. The flannel was buttoned up halfway, one sleeve draped over her shoulder and exposing the love bites littering her neck and collarbone as she padded to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. Her tousled hair added to the “freshly fucked” look, but she didn’t seem to notice the effect her ensemble had on her partner.

Willam watched with hungry eyes as Alaska busied herself with the coffee machine, practically drooling when her girlfriend reached the top shelf to grab a mug and the flannel rode up her thighs. It was absolutely too early in the morning for her to be this horny, yet here she was, completely ignoring her laptop despite her full inbox.

She stood up and made her way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, hoping to calm herself down a little; what was she, a fucking teenager? As she filled her glass, Alaska’s soft body pressed against her back, arms snaking around her waist as the scent of her shampoo flooded Willam’s senses.

“Morning, baby,” she said sweetly, pressing a kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek. She smelled like toothpaste and last night’s perfume, and Willam was hyper-aware of every point of contact between their bodies. “How’d you sleep?”

“Fine,” Willam answered, relieved that her voice hadn’t broken. The coffee machine beeped and Alaska pulled away to fill her mug, adding what Willam considered to be far too much creamer; her Laska liked it sweet. Taking a tentative sip, she sighed happily.

“Any plans for the day, Will?”

Bending you over the fucking countertop.

“Just finishing up some work,” Willam answered, taking a long sip of water. Her eyes flickered over Alaska’s thighs again, and her mind wandered. If she really wanted to, she could press Alaska against the counter and slide a leg between her thighs, grab her hips tight and kiss her until she let out the little whines that Willam loved so much. She could unbutton that stupid flannel until it fell open and left her girlfriend exposed and shivering, kiss down her perfect fucking body and leave even darker bruises until Alaska was squirming and begging to be touched. Her fingers could find their way between Alaska’s legs and-

“Baby?”

She snapped out of her trance at Alaska’s tone. Fuck, had she spaced out while Laska was trying to get her attention? Damn her libido to hell, and damn that stupid fucking flannel.

“Yeah?”

Alaska giggled at the expression on Willam’s face. “Do you want me to make you some coffee too? You seem a little out of it.”

Willam nodded, taking another sip of water. “Yeah, sure.” She didn’t need to give specifics; Alaska knew exactly how she liked her coffee. Alaska knew everything about her, really. “Sorry, I guess I’m more tired than I thought.”

Her girlfriend shot her a look, appearing to be biting back a smile, but the expression was quickly replaced by frustration as she dropped her stirring spoon and it clattered to the floor. She bent over to pick it up, granting Willam a perfect view of her sheer white panties and confirming that she was pantsless beneath the flannel. Willam gulped down the rest of her water, placing the glass haphazardly in the sink just before Alaska pressed a steaming mug of black coffee into her hands.

“One sugar,” she smiled sweetly, and Willam’s arousal was momentarily replaced by fondness for just how well her girlfriend knew her. Alaska’s lips brushed against hers, and Willam had to be very careful not to spill hot coffee over the both of them as her girlfriend’s tongue slipped into her mouth. She tasted like vanilla creamer, sweet and heady on Willam’s tongue as she gently pried the mug from her hands and set it on the countertop. Willam’s hands came to rest on Alaska’s hips, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush and she could feel Alaska’s heartbeat.

They remained like that for a few moments, kissing lazily as sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, until Alaska pulled away reluctantly. Willam had to swallow an embarrassing whine at the loss of her body heat, realizing just how turned on she was in that moment.

Alaska ran a hand through her hair, smoothing out the tangles, and Willam almost pounced on her. She grabbed her coffee mug, taking a sip of the bitter concoction in an attempt to clear her head. It was almost embarrassing how completely her thoughts were consumed by her girlfriend’s body, but could anyone really blame her? Alaska gave her another look, and this time it was more pointed, her tongue poking out from between her lips as she smirked. Had she finally figured out why Willam was so distracted?

She nudged the counter with her hip, sending the spoon clattering to the floor again, and this time Willam could tell that it was entirely on purpose, because she turned around completely in order to pick it up. She was slower this time too, bending over lazily and staying down while she fumbled to pick the utensil up. Willam had to steady herself against the counter as Alaska showed off for her, the contours of her outer lips fully visible against her paper-thin panties. Alaska stood up slowly, and Willam swore she saw her shake her ass a little as she did so, replacing the spoon on the countertop.

“Gravity is clearly working against me today,” she said with a little smile that told Willam she knew exactly what she was doing. “I hope you liked the view.”

“Loved it,” Willam croaked, watching her girlfriend’s smile widen. “You fucking tease.”

Alaska bit her lower lip, fingers toying with the top button of the flannel and slipping it out of its closure. Willam sipped her coffee, doing her best to remain nonchalant as Lasky undid the buttons one by one until the oversized shirt hung open on her tall frame. Willam swallowed thickly as Alaska’s slender fingers ran down her chest, pulling the flannel away on one side to expose one of her small, perky breasts and toy with her nipple with a soft whine of pleasure.

Willam had had enough; she crossed the kitchen in an instant to crash their mouths together, Alaska’s back hitting the wall as Willam pushed the flannel down her shoulders.

“You slut,” she growled, nipping at Alaska’s earlobe as her girlfriend gasped happily at the attention. “You wore this on purpose, didn’t you?”

Alaska shook her head, squealing when Willam smacked her thigh in response. “I wanted to be comfy! I expected you to like it, but not this much. I didn’t think you’d be so- ah- turned on.”

“Maybe you’re just dense, then,” Willam murmured. “You should know better than to waltz around half-naked, showing off your hickeys like it’s nothing.”

“Isn’t it?” Alaska challenged breathlessly, eyes dark with arousal. “I thought you liked seeing me marked up.”

Willam pushed a hand between her girlfriend’s legs, feeling the slickness of her panties and enjoying her little whines. “I do. I can’t believe you didn’t do this on purpose. You look like you’re begging to be fucked.”

Alaska mewled as Willam’s fingers teased her over her wet underwear, loving just how dominant her girlfriend had decided to be this morning. “Maybe it was a little more intentional than I said,” she confessed. “I wanted to see what you’d do if I acted like nothing was different.”

“I had half a mind to bend you over the kitchen counter before you could even make your coffee,” Willam answered before pulling away from her girlfriend’s body and grabbing her wrist. “Bedroom. Now.”

Alaska followed her obediently, letting Willam all but slam her down on the bed. The flannel fell open around her, and Willam finally got a good look at her girlfriend’s body as the sun coming through the curtains created streaks of light across her pale skin. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves in order to sit up and pull Willam in for a kiss, giggling when her girlfriend pushed her back against the mattress.

“I like you like this,” she said, gasping loudly when Willam’s lips wrapped around her nipple. Willam definitely had a head start on horniness, but Alaska could feel herself getting wetter as her girlfriend lavished attention on her chest. She couldn’t help being needy, she just loved being treated like a princess, and Willam always delivered.

Willam pulled away from Alaska’s petite breast with a soft pop, and Alaska spread her legs to give her girlfriend a perfect view. She was so wet that her lacy panties had become almost completely sheer, showing off her soaking pussy and making hot arousal curl in Willam’s core.

“You’re so fucking wet,” she purred, sliding a finger against Alaska’s barely-covered clit and hearing her gasp with delight. “Soaked right through these pretty panties. I should just take ‘em off.”

Alaska nodded eagerly, letting Willam hook her fingers in the waistband and pull them downward. The soaked fabric clung to her folds, providing a sweet moment of pleasure when they disconnected and left Alaska’s heated pussy exposed to the cool air. Willam threw the damp underwear to the floor, pushing Alaska’s thighs apart to admire her.

“Look at you, baby, you’re dripping. Is this all for me?”

“Always,” Alaska moaned. Willam blew on her pussy, the cold air against her slick flesh making her shiver all over. She needed more from Willam, but Willam didn’t seem like she was in the mood to give her what she wanted.

“Let me guess, Lasky, you want me to eat you out? Make these pretty thighs tremble?”

Alaska nodded desperately, back arching as Willam’s fingertip teased the tip of her clit so gently that it was barely there at all. It was so intense yet simultaneously not enough, and she gripped the sheets tightly as Willam bent down to lick the swollen bud. Her tongue dipped lower to collect the juices pooling at Alaska’s entrance, and the taller woman could’ve cried as her girlfriend’s hot, wet tongue explored her aching pussy. She needed more, more, more, and Willam was far too much of a tease to give it to her, so she was forced to gasp and whine in masochistic ecstasy as her girlfriend edged her.

“I need more,” Alaska whined, frustrated that her girlfriend wouldn’t let her come. “Please, Will.”

“Mm, this is your punishment for being a tease,” Willam grinned, but she indulged Alaska by sliding a finger into her wet heat, producing a gasp from the younger woman.

“I didn’t do it to tease you,” Alaska protested, squirming as Willam’s thumb found her clit. “I just thought it would be cute. I didn’t know you’d be so into it!”

Willam chuckled, leaning down to kiss her. “I don’t know why it struck me as so sexy, but it did. It’s just so different from what you normally lounge around in.”

“You mean nothing?” Alaska giggled breathlessly. The two of them were openly proud of their bodies, and both were known to hang around the house naked at one time or another, which was probably why Willam was so attracted to Alaska treading the line between wearing regular clothes and being completely nude.

“You look sexy in nothing. But you look even sexier when you’re picking and choosing what to show.”

Alaska’s back arched as Willam slipped another finger inside her. “I’ll keep that in mind. Ugh, harder.”

Willam laughed and picked up the pace, driving Alaska to the edge and attacking her neck with fierce kisses as she fell over into the abyss. The bruises on her neck were tender and she gasped weakly as Willam sucked at them, making them darker and angrier. She was utterly and completely hers.

As she came down, she rolled over into Willam’s arms, holding her girlfriend close.

“I love you,” she said with a smile, erupting into full-blown giggles when her hair tickled Willam’s nose and she scrunched up her face. “I’ll have to wear that shirt more often.”

[wordynerdygurl]

Happy Endings

Author's Note: A little Loki one shot based on a friend's suggestion! It's carnal but fun!

Summary: You broke your word. Loki has an idea for a just punishment...

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, masterbation, SMUT

You knew it was wrong.  Loki had told you not to, had made you promise, in fact.  And yet… when he had left on a mission, you couldn't help yourself.

It was the missing him, you see.  When Loki was around he was an unending source of distraction.  Practical jokes, silly pranks, little goofy games that filled your days with fun. 

But, oh, the nights you spent together.  When he would use those godly hands to twist and tweak, tease and torment, tickle and tangle you to more orgasms than you'd ever considered possible.  Leaving you weak and whimpering in his strong arms, curled over his chest panting, whispering words like "love" and "forever".

It wasn't as if these feelings were one-sided.  Far from it. Loki offered himself freely, when no one else could see, giving into the gentleness of shared affection behind closed doors.

And Loki's skill at living life to its mischievous best really shone brightest in the dark of night.  You had learned to watch for the subtle change of his person. A stiffer posture. A lifted brow. A lip, turned up on one side, not a smile but not a frown.  All signs that your God was up to something.

Gripping your hand just a hair tighter than normal.  Tugging you to him a touch firmer than needed. Wandering fingers trailing over your bare arm, exposed shoulder, the swell of your hip.  Loki found a way to express his deeper needs before you ever found the bedroom.

When Loki kissed you, forget it.  Time did this funny thing where it slowed down.  His thinner top lip, grounding the force of his intentions, that full bottom lip coaxing your mouth to part.  Sweeping his tongue over yours, invading you, inviting you to attack him in return.  

Every shared breath stretched outward, reaching towards the end of eternity, even as your heart thumped wildly to a rhythm no drum could hope to match.  As your kiss dragged on your body sped up. Finding his shoulders shirt covered, you worked his buttons free furiously, flinging the fabric off of him to fall on the floor.  

Pressing into you with a languid lounge, Loki deepened your lip lock, licking the roof of your mouth, sucking your bottom lip.  You scrambled to unsnap his slacks, sliding them over his trim hips in seconds, showing his stiffening skin some serious study. "Hmm… careful kitten."

Knowing that guttural groan was created by you  for you, made your own center clench. The power of bringing your God such pleasure was so arousing, it flooded your senses… and your under clothes.  

"Undress for me.  Go slow. I want to see you, pet."

Shivering from sheer sensual overload, you took a shaky step back, watching as Loki settled himself on the edge of your bed.  Elbows resting on knees, hands clasped, hair tumbling over his face, Loki is a rapt, if naked, audience.

Drawing yourself up tall, you cheekily cock a shoulder higher, as if you were a simpering Hollywood Silver Screen starlet.  The smile slowly falls from your face as you see Loki's. He's hungry, but patient. A panther after prey.  

You can't break away from his eyes.  Looking only at Loki you start to open your blouse.  One button at a time, taking as much time as possible, per Loki's request.

When you've finished there, you don't remove your shell, instead you keep it on as you play with your skirt.  You twirl. The move lifts your hem, exposing a slice of thigh, and Loki shifts for a closer look. Bringing your hands down in mock bashfulness, you turn away from your dark God, as you unzip and open the fastener.  With a woosh it pools at your feet exposing your floral printed panties to a searing gaze.

Risking a look over your shoulder, you spy Loki, sitting up straight.  His hands roam over his thick thighs in gentle caresses. Long and hard, the towering power of his erection is begging for attention.

"Turn around."

You do.  You want to.  And when he asks in that shredded sigh, how could you possibly deny him?

So here you are, in ivory knee high socks, your combat boots still laced tight.  The flowers on your drawers matching the lacy designs on your bra. Barely covered by your shirt, the hunter green a lovely compliment to your flushed skin, you felt exposed.

Loki extended his hand.  "Shirt."

Shimmying out of your shirt sleeves, you slid the silken top off your shoulders, catching it by the cuffs.  You handed it to Loki wordlessly. Without his prompting, your hands brushed over your breasts, slipping the satin straps free one at a time, adding it to Loki's collection.

Growling at the sight of your bare breasts, "Come to me."

It's just two steps, but Loki stands, meeting you halfway.  His hands circle your hips, tilting you back, your cloth covered core grinding against his shameless length.  Loki raises one of your legs, hooking it over his hip, in an effort to touch more of you.  

His kisses, hard and hot, pepper your jaw line.  One hand cradles your neck, preventing your breaking away, forcing you to accept his talented tongue's carnal caresses.  The other, oh that magnificent bastard, is palming your ass cheek driving Loki's firmness against your fabric covered folds.

Husking into your ear, "Were you good while I was away, little one?  Did you keep your hands off of my pretty pussy, like you promised?"

"I… I…"  You were over stimulated and stuttering.  Your mind shouted, TRUTH! Your body screamed, LIE!  Your mouth stammered as Loki licked the shell of your ear before nipping the lobe.

"It's alright, pet.  I already know the sad truth."  His hand fisted in your hair, yanking you back, until Loki's pure flame blue eyes burned into your own.

Gulping hard, "You… you do?"

Sinking into a sinful smile, nodding, "Oh yes.  I know how you touched yourself in the dark of night."

"But!  Loki…"

"How you came, hard and fast, with my name on your lips and my cock on your mind.”

Your cheeks flamed.  Tingling, your scalp burned in Loki's tightening grip.  "Isn't that right, little dove? You are insatiable and inconstant…"  Licking the column of your throat, biting your exposed tendon, "But you are mine.  So… I will be merciful."

"Thank you… thank you…"  Tears of gratitude welled in your eyes.

"Sit down on the bed, pet.  Open your legs… wide."

Loki stood between your thighs, towering over you, his steel strength bobbing close to your hungry mouth.  You opened up, eager to accept him, "No. Not tonight little one. You have to atone for breaking your promise."

That voice was velvet.  Soft and sensual, a luxury of accented language, even when ordering you to lewdness.  "No hands either. Eyes on me, pet. I'll know if you look away."

And so you watched as Loki's long fingers traced a line down his taut abdominals.  Lingering languidly on his muscular thighs before taking his heavy heat into his own hand.  Drops of precum, liquid crystals, adorned his swollen skin, crowning him your king. With his thick thumb, brushing the natural lubricant across the rose red of his head, Loki stroked down his shaft.  

"If only you had behaved.  Then your little hand would be wrapped around me.  They are so small, your wonderous hands. I never feel more godly than when your petite palm is petting me."

Your mouth is watering.  Loki's hand is rising and falling over his marbled manhood in smooth motions.  A whimper escapes you.

Smirking at your wantonly whine, "Oh… did you want a taste?"

Breathless, "Yes… please!"

Speeding up his self assault, Loki shakes his head, dark tendrils tossed from his shoulders.  "Too bad. You've been wicked."

But he can't stop his own moan at the sight of you.  Leaning off the bed, the gusset of your underwear dark from damp, still in your knee high socks and boots.  You're a pornographic pixie, looking up at him from under the hood of your sooty lashes, eyes more pupil than iris.  Part girl, part grown, all worked up by the man handling himself in front of you.

"Open your mouth, pet!"  It's a strained order as Loki's grip on his flesh fortifies.  Of course you comply willingly, waiting for his body's brand, almost drooling over Loki's silken steel.

Pumping himself, pushing into his palm the way he so often pummels you, he's moments from release.  You're ready, greedy even, hungering for Loki's just punishment. His free hand grasps your chin, steadying you, "I'm cumming, kitten… It is all for you.  Everything is for you!"

With that intense whisper, Loki reaches his climax, your tongue collecting as much as possible.  He strokes himself once more, milking the last of his cum into your waiting mouth. "No. Don't swallow.  Not yet."

Loki holds your mouth wide for a beat, adoration in his eyes, his delicious discharge dripping over your lips.  With a pouty whine from you, Loki frees your jaw, "Go on, then."

You swallow thickly.  Without waiting for his direction your hands cup Loki's peachy bottom.  Pulling him and his still hard cock to your mouth, licking along his length you keen happily when you hear, "Gods!"

He lets you go a few minutes more before stepping away from you with an audible pop.  "It's punishment, pet… remember?"

Poking out your bottom lip, huffing at him, "I didn't want to be bad."

"Oh?  So I suppose it was the fault of your fidgeting fingers?  Or maybe your silky slit is to blame?" He was teasing you now, laying down on the bed, taking you with him.

"No.  Not that… it's just… I missed you so much.  The bed… it's so big when you're not here to fill it!  And… Everything is so boring without you messing around and pulling pranks!  I guess I just felt closer to you when I was…"

"Breaking your promise?"  Loki had gathered you to his chest, his fingers tracing symbols you could never hope to understand on your rib cage.

Sighing, "Yes.  I broke my promise… I said I wouldn't touch myself while you were gone but I did.  So… I'm sorry."

"That's all that ever needs to be said about it, little one."  Loki tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "Besides, I rather enjoyed your punishment!"

Rising up on your elbow, you smile at Loki.  "Of course you did… but what about me?"

"I already told you kitten.  It's all for you." With a growl Loki rolled on top of you, pining you beneath his heavenly body.

You squealed in happiness.  How could you not? Loki was yours, he was home, and he was hard.  Again. So, you lived happily ever after.

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[awkwardpsyduck]

Early Present

Info:  Yaoyorozu x Male reader, NSFW, domestic, smut

It was Christmas time once again and you were happy, plain and simple as you would wake one morning a few days before the actual holiday. Eyes drifting to the beautiful woman curled up next to you, you would gently brush some hair from her cheek before pressing a kiss to her temple. You had no idea how lucky you had gotten to be engaged to such a wonderful person as Momo, but you would not take it for granted what so ever and today you knew the both of you had off until the next afternoon.

You also knew she would be getting up soon as she had a list of things for you both to do that day that you had agreed on the previous night. Checking the time you knew she had set an alarm for a half an hour from now and you debated, cuddle in till then or….you decided you would get up and surprise her. Slipping from the bed carefully you would slip on the sweatshirt you had left on the bench at the end of the bed and your slippers, tightening the string on your sleep pants before heading out and to the kitchen.

Humming a bit to yourself you would then go about putting on the coffee maker and would start breakfast. It would all be ready and you were just pouring the first cup when you would hear her soft steps, looking up to see her come into the kitchen as a smile found her lips, “Y/n this is so sweet, thank you” she say, having wondered why you weren’t in bed. As she came to you, you would press a kiss to her lips and hand her the cup to put in what she liked, “Good morning sweetheart, sleep well?” you ask as you would then get your own cup and assure her to settle at the island counter.

Bringing over breakfast you would go over the plan for the day and once dishes were done you would both head back to your bedroom to get dressed. Jeans and a long sleeved  tee would be your choice along with warm and comfortable shoes. Smiling more of course as you took in her sweater dress and leggings you pull her into a sweet kiss and murmur compliment against her lips, only to earn yourself a playful swat in return. Chuckling you then made sure you had your wallet before the two of you would get coats and were off.

The agenda for the day? Shopping. Christmas gifts and groceries, but you didn’t really mind. You had gotten her gifts prior, having gone out with Kirishima and Kaminari a few days prior, this was just getting things for your respective families. Once at the mall you would press a kiss to her lips, each of you having a list and set a time to meet in the food court for lunch. You knew she was strong so you were not too worried, knowing she would call if she needed you. It was busy in every store, but you would keep to the time and luckily find everything on your list.

Bags I hand you would be on your way to meet her, finding Momo near your favorite food spot and by the beaming look you knew she had all she needed as well. So far so good really and after a quick bite you would get everything to the car and were off to the grocery store. This one you would stay together on, your lovely lady having the list while you pushed the cart. Due to the busy nature you had to sub a few brands, but overall your second mission would be a success as well. Everything soon in the car you were glad to get out of there, so many people around eventually did start to get to you, and would relax as you would reach your home once again.

It did take a couple trips to get everything inside the house, the gift things were placed in the living room for now to be wrapped later while the groceries were brought to the kitchen. What you did not notice at first would be that your fiancé had slipped away while you were putting things into the cupboards. Turning around to ask her a question would be when you did and you would blink a bit, “Sweetheart?” you call out a bit confused and not getting an answer you would of course look for her, a bit worried something had happened.

Getting to your bedroom after not finding her elsewhere you would open the door only for your breath to catch in your throat. Sitting on the edge of the bed would be Momo, of course, but she had changed clothes and your eyes would take in every detail as she spoke. “I was wondering how long it would take you to come upstairs” she giggle as she stood, letting you fully see the red babydoll she wore. It going just to her mid thigh with green lacy trim, the material hugging her curves and very low cut that her full breasts were threatening to spill over the top.

Swallowing you could feel your pants beginning to tighten as she came to you, her hands sliding up your chest to slide behind your neck, “The next few days are going to get busy and you were so supportive of getting things done today…I thought an early present was in order” she purr as she lean up to press her lips to your own. This finally seeming to snap your senses back your hands would find her hips as your return her kiss, fingers rubbing slow circles through the sheer fabric. Pulling back only to breathe you shift to press a kiss to her neck, “Mm, such a thoughtful gift baby, I am not even sure I want to unwrap you” you tease as your hands slide to her ass to give a squeeze.

Pulling her closet you would let her feel the bulge growing in your jeans as you nip her skin gently, not missing the soft sigh as her hands slide down to your shirt once more, “Y/n, you are over dressed at the very least” she murmur as she began to push up the tee you wore, fingers brushing your abs in the process. Chuckling you of course help her, pulling the fabric over your head and tossing it aside, though as you do so she would slip to her knees. Blinking a moment you were soon letting out a soft groan as she palm your cock through your jeans, eyes looking up to you.

“Momo, hunny, you don’t have to do that” you remind her, knowing giving you head was not her favorite thing, but you were surprised when she shook her head, “I want to” she assure as her hands move to undo your belt and pants. You would not force her, but did help her push the remainder of your clothing down your legs, having forgone boxers that morning. Your cock would be nearly fully hard and you could see her swallow at the sight, you were average length, but a little thicker. About to remind her again she did not have to do anything she did not want to your words died in your throat as she wrapped a hand around you and swept her tongue over your tip.

Letting out a shuddering breath as she began to give you a long, slow stroke while her tongue swirled around your head. Eyes on her it was all you could do to watch as she took you into her pretty mouth, inch by inch as her tongue rubbed the underside of your shaft. Hand stroking what she could not swallow the other would come up to your sack, palming and fondling your balls as one of your hands moved to tangle in her hair. Beginning to guide her slow bobs on your cock you let out a groan as she gave a particularly strong suck, “Fuck baby, your mouth feels so good” you praise, giving a small rock of your hips as you could feel yourself throb.

Eyes drifting over her you would see her legs pressing together and a smirk would come to your lips, “Is my beautiful girl getting wet? Does sucking a thick cock turn you on? Thinking how good it will feel in your tight little cunt?” you ask and the needy look in her eyes as they met yours would have you shuddering, “Oh angel I am going to fuck your pretty pussy so good don’t you worry” you assure, giving her hair a little tug to pull her off your shaft with a wet pop, a mixture of saliva and pre connecting to her lips, “Get on the bed sweetheart, lay back and spread those pretty legs for me” you coo before letting go of her.

Your cock was throbbing in need, having been building to a release, but damn you wanted to touch her. Watching as she rise and do as you say you near groan as she slide the babydoll up to her waist to spread her legs, letting you see the scrap of green lace panties underneath and the wet spot that had already formed, “Y/n…please, handsome I need you” she whine after a moment of you just staring, fingers twisting the fabric as her eyes beg you to come closer. Obliging of course you would crawl up the bed to settle between her legs, fingers pushing the lace between her folds as you run two up her wet slit and against her clit to earn a mewl, “So wet for me baby, been thinking of me fucking you? It has been a while huh?” you tease, it had been at least three weeks since your last time though, your schedules having been clashing.

“I haven’t even had time…to touch myself” She whine as you press your fingers to her a bit more firmly, your other hand sliding down her shoulder to pull the little strap with it and soon the other, giving the fabric a firm tug to then pull it below her breasts. Palming one once they spill free your lips would go to the other, wrapping around her nipple and giving a firm suckle, “Tell me what you want” you say when you let it go, watching it harden to the air of the room as your fingers at her slit continue to rub the lace to her clit, feeling her grind to them as her hands grab at your arms.

“Fuck me….please fuck me Y/n…I need your cock” she beg and you chuckle, that being all you needed to hear. Lips finding her own you kiss her roughly, tongue pressing past her lips to explore every inch. Body shifting you would not even remove her panties, just pulling them to the side as you take your cock in hand. Knowing she would be tight you continue the onslaught of kisses as you line up, beginning to press inside slowly and only pausing if she tensed. Groaning against her lips as her walls gripped you so well you would give a firm buck when she relaxed, burying to the hilt.

Pulling back to breathe a moment you would pull her leg around your hips and were pulling a moan from her lips as your cock brush her sweet spot, “Right there, please!” she mewl and you nod, shifting to hit that spot each time, lips going back to her chest to kiss and nip the soft skin as you begin a firm pace. Her hands clutching your shoulders as she would mewl your name and how she needed it. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Obliging each time as your could until your hips were snapping into her own, your cock beginning to throb and leak heavy pre.

You were getting close and as she arched her back you could tell she was too as her words were reduced to gibberish. Pulling her leg a bit higher your other hand would shift to her clit, thumb beginning to rub the tender pearl as your lips found her ear, “That’s it angel, cum for me, cum on my cock. Soak me in those sweet juices of yours, milk me dry” you murmur before giving it a little nip and that would be both your undoing. Her nearly screaming your name as her walls clamped around you like a vice. Her orgasm hitting her in waves and that clenching would pull you over the edge. Rope after rope of your thick cum painting her inner walls as you buried yourself to the hilt. Grinding into her to keep her on that high as you moan her name it was all you could do not to collapse atop her.

“Fuck baby, so good for me” you whisper once you had a breath back, managing to shift the both f you to your sides. Pulling her into your chest you were somewhat soft, but still buried inside her as you press sweet kisses to her face and lips, “I love you so much and you always give me the best gifts”

[lavenderbones22]

Angel-  Ben Hardy

Summary: His girl is one of the hottest model's in the world and she's about to walk the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. Incredibly aroused, Ben must wait until the show's over before he can see her and show her how he truly feels.

Requested: 'yeaa i think tumblr did eat my request >;( i sent u a few days ago about a ben hardy smut ; his girlfriend is a Victoria Secret model and he's at a show & ya noe'

Word Count: 3548

A/N So sorry about the absence guys, hope this makes up for it! 

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I finally felt like I was being recognised for all of my hard work over so many years. My career had indeed reached it pinnacle; this was it, my defining moment.

My diet though leading up to the big day was extremely restrictive. I certainly wasn't a stranger to intense diet and workout regimes but this was unlike anything I had done before.

I could take the food restrictions and the workouts three times a day but the restriction I and not to mention my boyfriend Ben, struggled with the most was the ban on sex a week prior to the show. I had no idea why it was, apparently it was something that had been set in place since the very first Victoria's Secret show ,so unwilling to create a stir, I nodded and accepted what had to be done.

Of course, breaking the news to Ben was another story as our sex life was above average I guess you could say. We had sex pretty much every day, sometimes more if we were feeling particularly frisky.

Needless to say, when one of us was away working things were pretty tough.

"You're joking!" His brows were raised so high on his forehead that I thought they were about to be launched into space.

I bit my lip nervously, shaking my head. "'fraid not," I responded.

"W-what!?" He tried to spit his words out. "W-why?"

I shrugged my shoulders, tying my hair into a bun on the top of my head. "It's just what they said." I informed him. "I didn't want to question it."

"I can't believe you didn't!"

"Ben I wasn't going to jeopardise anything just to ask why I can't have sex with my boyfriend for a week," I crossed my arms defensively over my chest, shifting my weight onto one hip. "This is my dream come true."

Ben sighed, feeling bad for catechising me. "Baby," his voice cooed, stepping closer and pulling me into him. "I didn't mean it like that."

I looked up at him and into his bright, green eyes. "Believe me when I say it's going to be as difficult for me as it is for you," I said quietly with a smirk.

"That's where you're wrong my love. I have to watch you strut around on that runway half naked," he kissed underneath my jawline, down along my neck. "I'm going to be hard the whole time," his words were muffled against the heat of my skin. "I just know it."

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BEN'S POV

Today was the big day.

I didn't get to see my girl for long before the show. She was up at 5am. I was barely awake as she pecked me on the cheek and said she'd see me later on. I think there were soft calls of 'I love you' but whose to know.

I couldn't wait to see her. I'd gone for an all black suit with a sheer black shirt underneath that was her favourite. I couldn't wait for her to rip it all off of me later on.

Arriving at the venue, I was stopped a few times for quick interviews as well as chat's with friends of hers. We'd been together for three and a half years so I was definitely used to all of the attention she received but sometimes, and I knew that tonight was certainly going to be one, I struggled with it all; especially when it came from the men.

I never really considered myself a jealous guy. I wasn't quick to anger nor did I ever have a lack of trust in the partner's I'd chosen. But when you're faced with a situation where your girlfriend is the object of many men around the world's wildest fantasies; it makes you feel some kind of way. I'd come across posts online, heard people talking in public unaware of who I was and even had men say to my face how much they'd love to spend a night with my girl.

So no, I wasn't jealous. I just didn't put up with having my girlfriend spoken and written about like she was some sort of public possession.

Sat in the audience next to her mum and sister, I was beyond excited for the show to start. Not having to wait long, the lights went out and The Weeknd came out to open the show.

She was the fourth girl out and the breath got knocked out of my body the minute my eyes landed on her. She wore a black lacy thong that laced all the way up to her belly button, her D cup breasts looking phenomenal in a match lacy, black bra. A sparkled long sleeved top that cut off just above her breasts covered her; I'd never been so horny in my twenty eight years of existence.

"Fuck," I breathed out. Her mum, who I was sat next to, looked over at me smiley widely-proud.

"She's beautiful," she sighed happily as she grabbed my hand in hers. "You must be so proud of your girl!" Her eyes that were identical to her daughters looked at me, tears were brimming in them.

"I really am. You must be so proud of your girl too!" I said back to her, squeezing her hand in support. I got along with her family extremely well, they treated me like the son they never had.

"Like you wouldn't believe Ben!" She said before she got up on her feet, cheering out her girls name. I laughed, clapping and using my fingers to whistle loudly as she strutted to the end of the runway, smiled widely whilst doing a cute little pose and turned around walking back. On her way back The Weeknd held his hand out to her which she took and did a little twirl under. Fuck, she was adorable. I loved her more than anything, I was so fucking proud of my angel.

Once the show was over, we had to attend the after party. I knew she had to get changed for it since I'd sat around whilst she had many dress fittings. Whilst waiting on her I took in my surroundings. It was mostly media. So many of them. The coverage of this thing was crazy, I'd never seen anything like it.

The second I spotted her, my heart starting thumping heavily.

"Ben!" She squeaked, running up and wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me.

"You did so well baby," I spoke into her ear, pulling back and kissing her hard. "I'm so fucking proud of you." She was in a pink Victoria's Secret robe, looking exceptionally adorable.

"Thank you!" Her energy was palpable; she was like sunshine. She left my arms and went over to her mum and sister who had been chatting to a few people. Unfortunately they weren't able to attend the after party so it was just me and my girl. Not that I was complaining of course.

"I'm just going to get changed into my dress for the party," she told me with a quick peck to my lips. "Won't be long."

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REGULAR POV

I was on such a high. The show was over, a total success, I hadn't fallen and I was free to finally have sex with my boyfriend.

I knew Ben was raring to go the second his skin touched mine, I could feel the heat and arousal flowing through him. I think if my mum and sister hadn't been standing right there he would have whispered multiple dirty things in my ear. I wished he had anyway.

I changed into a silver, floor length dress that was 90 percent see through. It had chains that went around my chest and my neck, my tits nearly falling out. But I felt a million dollars in it and I knew it would make Ben loose his mind.

He hadn't expected me when I wrapped my hands around his mid section from behind, my fingers crawling along his abs. He was looking tasty as fuck tonight. The bastard knew how much I loved that shirt on him.

"I'm back," I sung, kissing his back. He turned around so quick I nearly fell over, his strong hands grabbing my upper arms to steady me, while his eyes wandered my scantily clad body.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered. "Are you sure that's legal?" His green eyes, nearly black from his hugely dilated pupils, lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

I nodded, biting my bottom lip. "In most places..."

He cupped his jaw, rubbing his fingers along it, lost for words. "Erm...I...well, fuck!" He laughed. "You look so fucking gorgeous." His hands now both placed on my body, moved down to my lower hips, creeping down over my ass and cupping both cheeks. "I don't even care if we're in public," he exclaimed. "I'm so horny I can't even stand it!"

I giggled and pulled him into a kiss. "Two hours max babe, then we can go back to the hotel!" A frustrated sigh followed by a reluctant 'fine', Ben and I put our socialising faces on and headed off hand in hand into the crowded venue.

I hadn't intended to drink so much, have so many shots and give my boyfriend a blow job in the disabled toilets but hey, things happen!

We stumbled out of the elevator onto the eleventh floor of the hotel we were staying in in New York, Ben hopelessly trying to locate the key card in his wallet.

"Hurry up!" I begged, my hand finding its way to his cock while he groaned in irritation at his own complacency regarding the room key. "I need you inside of me," I purred into his ear, biting his lobe.

Finally success in finding the key, Ben used it to open the door and drag me inside. I was in a fit of giggles, horny, drunk, excited from my dream having come true this evening. "Ben, help me take this off," I moaned trying to take the dress off but failing miserably.

"With pleasure." His eyes narrowed as he walked across the room towards me, untangling me from my dress and as much as I knew he wanted to literally rip it off of me from having been celibate for a week, it was far too expensive for him to do that.

"I'm so glad I have a boyfriend with respect for fashion," I giggled, running my hands through my hair.

"And I'm so glad I have a girlfriend with tits as perfect as yours," he replied, taking my right breast in his grip and bringing his mouth down to cover my nipple.

"Fuck," I moaned, my eyes closed and my fingers running through his hair. "Don't hold back on me tonight, yeah?"

He looked up. "Did you really think that I would?"

"No, but I thought I should remind you how much I fucking need it," I smirked.

"Love you," he kissed me quickly right before he got to his knees and ripped my thong off.

"Love...you too," I responded in gasped breaths as his tongue met my clit for the first time tonight. "Ahhh," I cried as his tongue kept moving up and down my opening, purposely avoiding touching my clit again. He had one hand gripping my hip, whilst the other he used to open me up to him.

My knees began to feel weak as he eventually found his way back to my clit, beating at it with such unrelenting focus that I could barely remember my own name. Before too long, his fingers then joined his tongue, stroking along me then pushing inside of me. His tongue sucked on my clit while he pumped two fingers in and out of my pussy. "Fuck yeah Ben," I moaned. "So fucking good!" My grip on his hair got tighter and I think that the more I pulled at the strands of blonde locks, the more he was getting turned on. The boy liked a little bit of pain, there was no denying it. I let out a little squeak when he bit at my labia, causing Ben to laugh with a mouthful of my pussy. "You freak!" I laughed, pushing at his shoulder.

"Don't act like you're not impressed baby." He was right, she had no comeback because she fucking loved it. His tongue was back at my clit moving at a ridiculously fast pace, his fingers rubbing against my g spot perfectly. My moans were getting out of hand and I hoped that we didn't have any other people on this floor.

Slowing down to help me control my orgasm, Ben started licking at me softly, moaning against me to create that little bit of extra stimulation. "Mmmm," I hummed. "So good." He had taken his fingers out of me, both his hands running up the back of my legs and cupping my bare naked ass as he continued to enjoy the taste of me on his tongue.

Although I loved the fast, radical pace he had began with, it was the slow, sensual licks that became my undoing; Ben knew this. I was yelping in his grip, his hands having to move to my hips again in order to keep me from falling over in pleasure since I was still standing. His tongue sped up a little, as he brought me closer and closer. "Ohhhh yeah, fuck Ben....mmmm," I cried. "I'm coming," I warned him, his tongue moving inside of me so he could capture my juices on the tip of it.  Once Ben licked me clean, he got to his feet and ran his tongue up the side of my neck. I moaned loudly, tilting my head to the side so he had more access, my fingers digging into his shoulder blades.

"I wanted to jump onto that catwalk and fuck you right there in front of everyone," he growled, picking me up with his hands firmly on my upper thighs. "Show everyone that this body is mine."

A high pitched squeal escaped me as Ben bit down on my collarbone, before soothing it with a lick of his hot tongue. My legs were tight around his waist now as he carried me over to the king sized hotel room bed that had yet to be touched. I loved it when he was dominant with me like this, he always was after we'd gone a while without having sex.

He laid me down on the bed gently while taking his blazer and sheer shirt off, holding himself up by his defined arms either side of my head. I pouted and ran my hands along his now bare chest. He cocked his head, asking without words what on earth there was to pout about right now. "I wanted to take that off." I said sweetly, looking up into his eyes, my hands running through his hair.

"Well I can always put it back on so you can?" He suggested, laughing a little before kissing me.

"It would be a sin to cover that gorgeous chest back up," I cooed, eyeing his defined chest that looked like it was sculptured from a Greek God. "But really Ben," I began as I looked back into his heavenly green eyes. "Thanks for being there tonight." I hadn't thanked him and maybe I didn't need to, but I wanted to. I wanted him to know just how much his support meant to me. I knew it was sometimes hard for him to stand back when so many people said stuff about me, particularly about how I looked. His natural instinct was to defend me, protect me, but unfortunately in this industry you had to let a lot of things go.

"I wouldn't have missed it for anything in the world," he spoke softly. "You are the most magnificent woman I have ever laid my eyes on," he littered my skin with soft kisses and occasional licks of his tongue that created shivers through me. His lips found mine again thankfully where he indulged me in a heated kiss. "But I would think that whether you walked the Victoria's Secret runway or not," he laughed.

Our soft moment was soon over quickly when I hastily flipped him over so I was sat on his midsection, my body on full display for him. My pussy was soaking, leaving a patch of wetness on his abs. I rocked my hips a little creating a whiney groan from Ben. "You like riding my abs like that?" His hands were on my hips guiding me while he wore a cheeky grin. "Leaving your juices all over me?"

I giggled, nodding my head but never losing my rhythm.

"You're such a good girl," Ben praised me, his hands leaving my hips and silkily roaming up my sides until he harshly grabbed each of my breasts. "So fucking sexy." Deeper now, his voice could have made me come right then and there. One of my favourite things about my boyfriend was his talking voice; smooth and calming. But when things got heated in the bedroom it reached a level that previously I would have thought impossible. The deepness exuded pure sex.

"I want your cock." It was getting too much now, I needed him inside me.

"Oh you do, do you?" He cocked a brow, a brazen smile on his face. Damn, those pink lips looked extra luscious from eating me out.

"Yeah. So take your pants off please." I climbed off him, his stomach glistening under the low lights coming from the lamps on either side of the bed. I pulled a hair band off my wrist to tie my hair up while I watched him undo his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down so fast if I blinked I would have missed it.

"Keen?" I giggled.

"Baby, keen is an understatement," he retorted, kicking the last of his pants off his ankles. "Now get back over here!" He reached out, pulling me over by the back of my leg. I threw one leg over Ben and hovered above his angry looking cock. Pre cum was leaking out the top, he was literally about to explode.

"Hop on baby, I'm bursting," he took my hips in his strong hold again as I impaled myself with his huge dick.

Mutual moans filled the room as I started to rock my hips in circles. The intrusion of him inside of me after a very long week had me yelling, my mouth falling open as high pitched moans constantly fell out. Usually Ben liked to gradually build up to the hard and fast art of fucking but not tonight, no he was right into it and I was loving every second.

I leant forward on his sweaty chest which Ben took as an opportunity to thrust hard up into me. "Oh fuck Ben.....mmmmm," I cried, throwing my head back in pleasure as my pussy took the full brunt of each hard thrust. His cock slide in and out of me with such ease at this point, the wet sounds and skin slapping all that could be heard among our loud, passionate moans.

It was becoming the most intense sex we had had in a very long time. I supposed the anticipation to it as well as how fucking sexy we thought one another looked tonight, I would have been crazy to think that this would have gone any other way.

I ran my ringers through his sweaty hair as I leant down further, kissing him, his fingers scratching down my back, which I arched to create a deeper angle. Our moans became lost in our kisses before Ben pulled away.

"Ahhh, fuck, you're so fucking wet, babe," he groaned, moving to leave multiple bites along my collarbones, just above my tits, finally almost taking my right nipple off by yanking it so hard.

"Shit," I squealed, making Ben laugh. "Do you not want me to have nipples?"

Ben chuckled, pumping into me even harder and pulling my attention right back to where it needed to be. We clung to one another, clawing at each other's damp skin as we both approached our peaks. Things were becoming fast and frenzied.

"Fuck yeah, harder!" I coaxed Ben on, to which he sat up immediately and dug his fingers into my hips. I took the hint, instantly starting to bounce up and down on him. My arms wrapped tightly around his neck, my tits still bouncing against his chest as I fucked myself on him.

"I'm gonna come," he groaned deeply, his fingers leaving red marks on the skin of my hips as he guided me up and down faster. Sure enough a few seconds later I felt him come inside of me which triggered my orgasm. Ben groaned again as I tightened around him and rode out my orgasm.

Once we both recovered from our orgasms, we remained in the same position, him still comfortably inside of me.

"Next time someone tells you to refrain from sex for work can you tell them to go fuck themselves?" His hands ran up and down my back in a loving manner.

"How about I'll tell them that I'll go fuck you instead?" Gruffly laughing, he proceeded to roll me over for round two.

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[phaedrecameron]

House of Fraser, Chpt 4- Un Dono

“Jamie! The Randall fiancée is here.”

“Her name is Claire, Marsali. Send her back would ye?” Asked Jamie.

Jamie turned back to his table. He had several fabrics laid out in various colors. He began his mental checklist as his eyes scanned his workspace: satin, taffeta, silk, charmeuse, brocade, sheer, lacy, ivory, light gold, neutral.

His fingers tapped a tattoo on the table as he sought to calm his nerves. He hadn’t been this nervous since his first runway show. He fiddled with his collar. He was wearing well worn jeans, a burnt red v neck sweater atop a white Oxford, both rolled up at the sleeves, and his lace up boots. He was sporting a few days stubble.

After several minutes, Jamie looked toward the entryway.  He walked into the foyer. Marsali pointed to one the siderooms.  There he saw Claire speaking on her mobile. Her back was to him, but from the set of her shoulders and the movements of her arms, he knew she was angry.

Her hair was in a low ponytail. She was wearing a leather jacket, a fuzzy knit beanie and light weight wool trousers. He knew he should leave and give her privacy, but he felt rooted to the spot. Abruptly, she turned and saw him. He meant to apologize, but he caught sight of her face.  Jamie pushed the door fully open and was at her side in an instant.

“Claire, are ye alright?”

“Ah, Mr. Fra—“

“Call me Jamie.”

Claire brushed an escaped curl from her face. She looked up at him, smiled, and slowly backed away. Jamie realized he was all but on top of her and had lightly gripped her elbow.  He immediately took two steps back. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didna mean.. I thought…”  

“It’s alright,” she readjusted her cross body purse, “my job.” She shrugged. Claire expected him to drop the matter, but he stood his ground, waiting to see if she truly was okay. “I…one of my patients is very sick,” she explained, “his only hope is an expensive experimental drug, not approved in the U.K.”

Her face was like quicksand, he could read all her emotions as they formed, coalesced, and dissipated. He saw her fear, hopelessness, anger, and determination.

“The hospital is trying to convince the family that conventional treatment is the best course, but they’re wrong.  Just bureaucrats more interested in cutting costs and forms in triplicate!” Claire’s fists curled.

Jamie took one step closer. He noticed a small cluster of silver hair near her right temple; the strands threaded through her curls, hiding and peeking through like a swirl of cream through coffee.  “Dinna doubt yerself, I’m certain ye’ll persuade them.”  

She looked somewhat shocked by his statement.  “You have a lot of faith in someone you just met,” Claire replied.

“I know things and I’m a good judge of character,” he gave her a half smirk and bumped her shoulder.

She couldn’t help but smile as she looked into his face. He smelled earthy…sandalwood maybe. He’d grown a bit of facial hair. He really could model his own clothes. She quickly looked down when she realized she was staring.

“Have ye always wanted to be a doctor?”

“Yes. Always. It’s the only thing of which I’ve ever been sure. And to help children…. to see them endure such horrible pain when their lives have just begun,” she shook her head, “I was born to it I suppose.”

Jamie watched as the same stubborn curl fell to her eyebrow. He fought the urge to brush it from her face. “It must take a lot out of ye, to give so much of yerself to help. The bairns are lucky to have ye.”

“Well, it’s my job. No different than anyone else’s, really.” Claire tried to brush off his implication.

Jamie scoffed, “the skill to save a child‘s life? ‘Tis a gift Claire, truly.”

Her face seemed to light up at his words. Jamie realized, inexplicably, that she wasn’t used to being complimented. She smiled and looked away. When she looked back at him, Jamie knew he had been staring longer than could be considered polite. He turned and grabbed a clean sketchbook and pencil that was sitting on a table. Seeing Claire’s curious gaze, “I keep em lying around. Ye never know when inspiration will strike,” he gave her one of his half smiles.  He sketched for 30 seconds or so while Claire tried in vain to see his work.

“Shall we?” Jamie moved to the door.

Claire began to follow. “Will I see those?” She pointed to the now closed sketchbook he held in his hand.

“Possibly,” he teased. Jamie couldn’t show her the sketches. The sketches were designs for the spring line, not her gown. Looking at her had dislodged him from the rut he’d been in regarding the line’s direction.

Claire shook her head at him, freeing more curls, “Alright, this will be a good distraction,” she said without thinking. “Oh god.” She cringed and closed her eyes. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean that this,” she motioned to his studio, “isn’t important…that what you do—?

“Dinna worry. I understood yer meaning. I may not be saving children’s lives, but I’d like to think I bring a bit of joy into the world.”

He turned and Claire followed him down the hallway.

Claire was soon distracted by his studio. It was enormous. There were huge windows and skylights. She saw long tables covered in fabrics, scissors, measuring tape, pins and that was just what she could identify. There were large standing boards covered with clothing designs. Some were hand drawn, others computer generated. There were mannequins and cameras. The back wall contained a row of large screen desktops.

“Claire, you remember John? He and Marsali will be assisting periodically.”

“Um, yes, hullo.” Claire’s head continued scanning the studio.

Jamie felt an unexpected pride at being able to impress her. She started to wander between the tables, Jamie carefully following behind. “Did you design all…of this?” She waved her hand in the air, her engagement ring glittering in the natural light.

“Mostly, but it’s a team effort. I oversee everything. Set the theme.”

“It’s amazing.” Awestruck, she turned to face him.

It was the first time he’d seen her true smile. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, “thank ye.”

She stopped at the table where he had laid out the fabrics.

“Is this..?” She looked at him for confirmation.

“Aye, feel them.”

She ran her fingers along the fabrics. There was the cool smoothness of satin, the rough snag of embroidered lace, and the uneven bumpiness of an embellished bodice.

“I don’t know where to start,” her voice low.

“That why I’m here. Come.” Jamie winked. Or she thought he winked, it was more like he blinked both eyes.  She laughed as he directed her to a wooden step placed before a floor length mirror.  

She stepped up and Marsali removed her jacket, revealing her plain black t shirt.  Jamie came by her side.  While on the step, they were at eye level. His deep blue eyes swimming with mischief.

“I think the color is the first decision,” Jamie stated as he brought the fabrics near her arm, “look at these.” Claire looked at the fabrics in the mirror as he brought each close.  “Yer skin is fair…almost pearl like. This would suit ye best.”  

She shyly touched her neck. “Oh? And which color is that?”

“It’s a shade of ivory, called ‘forever’.  Though... light gold and champagne are also options.” He stepped back to grab more fabric. She peeked at him in the mirror. With his jaw set in concentration, he was completely in his element. She could easily imagine him spending his days and nights here, lost in a frenzy of creation. That passion and calling to a vocation was something Claire understood well.

“Also yer quite tall,” he was saying. He was walked behind her and raised his hands.  “May I?”

She nodded. He gently grabbed her ponytail and deftly pinned her hair up; his fingers grazing her neck as he did so. Claire felt the hair on her arms raise at his touch and wondered how many models he had done that for.

“Ye’ll want to show off yer neck, maybe?” He didn’t wait for her answer, but grabbed a sketchbook and began scribbling.  He’d look up every so often, furrow his brow, and keep on scribbling.

Claire thought she would dislike being stared at and fussed over like a toy doll, but she felt…excited. A sudden energy hummed throughout her body. She twisted her hands and sighed with relief. She knew Frank worried about her lack of enthusiasm for the ceremony. She assured him she wasn’t a ‘big wedding ceremony’ type, but secretly she worried also. The pressure Frank was under was enormous. He needed her to be present for him on their wedding day; be what he required. She owed him that. Perhaps with Jamie’s help, a little piece of the wedding would be hers also. That would make it easier.

Jamie held out his sketchbook. “What do ye think? Would these suit ye or…Frank?”

She gasped as her hands swept over the pages.

“Yes, yes, they’ll suit.

[amiafairyprincessyet]

I came home from college and realized hey, shit, I still own WAY TOO MUCH clothing!  Please help me get rid of it and also support myself while I look for a post-college job!

This will end December 31st, so you need to at least call dibs on stuff by then.

There’s a list under the cut, with links.  Each linked post has an image description.  Each piece of clothing has a brief reason for why I’m selling it, and an explanation for the price if that seems necessary.  I am super open to haggling, but bear in mind that I’ve already estimated how much the shipping will cost, and I’ve added it in!  That’s just continental US shipping though--contact me if you’re outside the continental US and I’ll see what I can do.

Items with an asterisk (*) are ones that are vintage, or that I can pass off as vintage.  This means that I can list and sell them on Etsy, which’ll be nice and secure for both of us.  Stuff that I can’t sell on Etsy, well…  I don’t wanna do some complicated thing so it’d be nice if you just sent me the money on PayPal?  But we can talk if you want to figure something else out.

If you’re an IRL friend from college/still in the area, you don’t have to pay for shipping obvi because I’ll be near you by early January (and you can pay me in cash or food of equivalent value that I am not allergic to).  You still need to call dibs by the 31st though.

For sizing, I’m a little above average height (I REFUSE to name an exact number) and my measurements are 36 - 29 - 41.  This means that I’m around a women’s 8/10 or about a M/L on top and a L/XL on the bottom.  There are some sizing notes on the links, because some stuff is a little too big/small for me.

Also I promise I washed everything.

Clothes:

sheer/lacy olive green shirt with mint green ruffles - $20 (fits nicely, still in great shape, I just don't wear it anymore)

*handmade vintage pink dress with huge pockets and heart trim - $25 (realized it’s a bit too close to my skin tone, about a size too big for me tbh, also one shoulder ripped and I sewed it by hand)

*red-and-yellow midi length pleated skirt - $15 (has a few small snags but is pretty nice, I don’t wear it anymore, fits well)

*vintage red pleated skirt with slight black plaid pattern - $25 (VERY good condition and quality, but it’s just a tad tight in the waist, also dry clean only)

mint chocolate chip lace long sleeve dress with ribbon belt - $30 (oh I loved this so much but I don’t wear it anymore--fits me very well except sleeves are long, but I have kinda short arms)

*vintage brown velvet leggings - $35 (just don’t wear ‘em very often, plus sometimes the inside of the fabric feels weird on bare skin when it’s cold out??? slightly big on me, price mostly for shipping because they’re heavy)

floral print high-low maxi skirt with ruffled hem - $15 (fits very well, not my style anymore)

Let me know if you have questions about measurements/what stuff’s made of/anything else!  I’ll get back to you ASAP.

And seriously I am so totally fine with haggling, don’t feel nervous about it!

[kingdomtee]

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Uribe customized the suit Santa’s Claus Favorite RN Christmas 2020 shirt . to Freedia’s size and exaggerated the silhouette to make it a bit campier. he said, making the shoulders slightly boxier, and he carefully planned out the embellishments for maximum effect. “We added the bottlecaps in a very symmetrical but also over-the-top embellishment, so it creates these large concentric circles over her shoulders, breast, and butt, basically. She’s going to be doing some dancing so I wanted her motions to look a little more exaggerated because of the print of the suit.”Gypsy Sport designs always incorporate upcycled materials, whether they be soda pop tabs or safety pins, and this Met Gala creation is no different—it's 90 percent sustainable, according to the designer. Santa’s Claus Favorite RN Christmas 2020 shirt, hoodie, sweater, longsleeve and ladies t-shirt

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Uribe customized the suit Faith cross daisy American flag veteran Independence Day shirt . to Freedia’s size and exaggerated the silhouette to make it a bit campier. he said, making the shoulders slightly boxier, and he carefully planned out the embellishments for maximum effect. “We added the bottlecaps in a very symmetrical but also over-the-top embellishment, so it creates these large concentric circles over her shoulders, breast, and butt, basically. She’s going to be doing some dancing so I wanted her motions to look a little more exaggerated because of the print of the suit.”Gypsy Sport designs always incorporate upcycled materials, whether they be soda pop tabs or safety pins, and this Met Gala creation is no different—it's 90 percent sustainable, according to the designer.Faith cross daisy American flag veteran Independence Day shirt, hoodie, sweater, longsleeve and ladies t-shirt

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Unisex Aside from the lining and shoulder pads, the rest is upcycled, including nearly 1,000 bottlecaps pinned onto the suit, of course, which Uribe sourced from one of his interns who also works at a restaurant Faith cross daisy American flag veteran Independence Day shirt . “We have everything from Coca-Cola to Budweiser caps on there, so we painted them white," he said. "We didn’t want to advertise other brands.”It’s been a whirlwind two weeks for Uribe—he and his team made the tuxedo over the course of a few days flat—but it will be worth all of the hard work once he sees Freedia hit the red carpet in his sustainable design. “Being able to sell stuff at the gift shop and being able to dress someone for the red carpet, someone who's queer and amazing like Big Freedia, now I feel like I’m two feet in the door at the Met Gala,” Uribe said. “Next year I’ll be all the way in.”As one of three co-chairs for the Met Gala this year, Harry Styles was tasked with bringing his fashion A-game on the red carpet—and tonight the singer certainly did not disappoint. Dressing for the camp theme, he wore a design by Gucci’s Alessandro Michele, a designer who has dressed Styles in his fabulously flamboyant suits many times before. Styles walked the pink carpet with the designer, and took the evening as an opportunity to jam-pack three risky menswear trends into one ensemble. (Gucci, after all, loves to push boundaries.)Styles wore a sheer top—which showed off his tattoos underneath (hot)!—that had a big bow tied at the chest. It was all about freeing the nipple. The frilly, lacy men’s top has also been having a huge moment as of late, and Styles proved the trend isn’t going anywhere yet. He paired the piece with classic black trousers, and when it came to footwear, he experimented yet again, slipping on a chunky pair of men’s heels—a style he’s dared to wear before. Finishing touches like a pearl earring—call him “the boy with the pearl earring”—and a fistful of silver rings proved he wasn’t afraid of approaching the night’s maximalist aesthetic with total style. You Can See More Product: https://hottrendtees.com/product-category/trending/ Read the full article

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Faith cross daisy American flag veteran Independence Day shirt

Uribe customized the suit Faith cross daisy American flag veteran Independence Day shirt . to Freedia’s size and exaggerated the silhouette to make it a bit campier. he said, making the shoulders slightly boxier, and he carefully planned out the embellishments for maximum effect. “We added the bottlecaps in a very symmetrical but also over-the-top embellishment, so it creates these large concentric circles over her shoulders, breast, and butt, basically. She’s going to be doing some dancing so I wanted her motions to look a little more exaggerated because of the print of the suit.”Gypsy Sport designs always incorporate upcycled materials, whether they be soda pop tabs or safety pins, and this Met Gala creation is no different—it's 90 percent sustainable, according to the designer.Faith cross daisy American flag veteran Independence Day shirt, hoodie, sweater, longsleeve and ladies t-shirt

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Unisex Aside from the lining and shoulder pads, the rest is upcycled, including nearly 1,000 bottlecaps pinned onto the suit, of course, which Uribe sourced from one of his interns who also works at a restaurant Faith cross daisy American flag veteran Independence Day shirt . “We have everything from Coca-Cola to Budweiser caps on there, so we painted them white," he said. "We didn’t want to advertise other brands.”It’s been a whirlwind two weeks for Uribe—he and his team made the tuxedo over the course of a few days flat—but it will be worth all of the hard work once he sees Freedia hit the red carpet in his sustainable design. “Being able to sell stuff at the gift shop and being able to dress someone for the red carpet, someone who's queer and amazing like Big Freedia, now I feel like I’m two feet in the door at the Met Gala,” Uribe said. “Next year I’ll be all the way in.”As one of three co-chairs for the Met Gala this year, Harry Styles was tasked with bringing his fashion A-game on the red carpet—and tonight the singer certainly did not disappoint. Dressing for the camp theme, he wore a design by Gucci’s Alessandro Michele, a designer who has dressed Styles in his fabulously flamboyant suits many times before. Styles walked the pink carpet with the designer, and took the evening as an opportunity to jam-pack three risky menswear trends into one ensemble. (Gucci, after all, loves to push boundaries.)Styles wore a sheer top—which showed off his tattoos underneath (hot)!—that had a big bow tied at the chest. It was all about freeing the nipple. The frilly, lacy men’s top has also been having a huge moment as of late, and Styles proved the trend isn’t going anywhere yet. He paired the piece with classic black trousers, and when it came to footwear, he experimented yet again, slipping on a chunky pair of men’s heels—a style he’s dared to wear before. Finishing touches like a pearl earring—call him “the boy with the pearl earring”—and a fistful of silver rings proved he wasn’t afraid of approaching the night’s maximalist aesthetic with total style. You Can See More Product: https://hottrendtees.com/product-category/trending/ Read the full article