#laci ate with that caption

[drewsephrry]

carlaciagrant: If I drop these are y'all gonna act right?

[javisjeanjacket]

Teasing Santi all day with erotic pics to get him all rilled up for the night...

Santi's Hoe, ma'am, you really are out here raising the bar for all of us huh😂😅

me daydreaming about this like

NSFW under the cut 😌✋🏻

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tags

The cool metal of Santiago's dog tags sent shivers across the valley of your breasts as the tags clinked together with every bump in the road. Your eyes watched the traffic in front of you carefully, mumbling along to the song on the radio and checking your phone for the text you knew would be coming soon.

The weight of Santiago’s tags resting around your neck made you feel like you had a piece of him with you, his presence there to steady you while you were away. You pulled into a parking space in front of the building of your first class and took a sip of water and watched the clock on your phone.

Santiago always woke up at the same time every day, did the same routine every morning, and ate the same thing for breakfast. He would be making his protein shake about now, so he had to have noticed that his dog tags were not in their usual place on your nightstand.

Suddenly, your phone chimed and a text from Santi appeared.

'Do you know where my tags are?' It read.

You smirked. Making sure that no one was around, you wiggled the hem of your shirt up to expose your bra and his tags glinting off the morning sun. You opened your phone camera and took a picture, the tags shimmering in between your breasts. As you looked over the photo, you bit your lip and felt your abdomen begin to beat, thinking of Santi's dark eyes and if he would begin to harden just looking at you. You added the caption, 'Sure do ;)' and sent the photo. You pulled your shirt back down and tapped your finger on your thigh restlessly as you waited.

A 'ding' resounded in your car. 

‘That was quick.’ You joked to yourself, trying to play down just how much you were beaming. 

'Muchacha bonita, don't tease me. I still have to go to work today.'

You smiled and re-read his pet name for you; Pretty girl.

Somehow Santiago always knew how to be a gentleman, and keep you more than satisfied at the same time.

You unzipped your pants to reveal the lacy black panties you had put on that morning. You adjusted and then snapped a second picture.

The caption with the second photo read, 'I can't help it, baby. I miss you already. I'm going to soak through my panties just daydreaming about you.'

As you zipped your pants back up and began to gather your things for class, your mind tumbled through the feeling of Santiago beside you, on you, and inside you. How gentle he was with you and how harsh he was in every other aspect of his life. 

Warmth began to build within you and you huffed loudly, trying to rid yourself of the mounting frustration. You pulled your mask behind your ears, shouldered your bag, and locked the car door behind you as you began your trek to class.

Your phone dinged again and your cheeks began to ache with the force of your smile.

'Fuck. What time is your class over again?’

👀👀👀👀 I think Taylor made this GIF too! @damerondjarin

[hookedontaronfics]

First Contact series - Part 9

Title: First Contact - Part 9 Read the previous installments here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 Rating: M Pairing: Taron x OC Warnings: Cursing, smut, and some mentions of violence [trigger warning] A/N: I don’t want to give away too much so you’ll just have to read it for yourself. Some sweet bits, some sexy bits and possibly a cliffhanger! So good luck, and enjoy! x

“Morning, love.”

Those two simple words held so much promise in them as I cracked my eyes open to see Taron’s sweet face smiling back at me. I yawned slightly and stretched out, checking in with my own body and realizing I wasn’t really all that sore from last night’s escapade. But oh, I still felt deliriously happy and deliciously satiated.

“S’good morning,” I mumbled back sleepily, getting an amused chuckle from Taron. I had proven very quickly during this vacation that I wasn’t a morning person. To be fair, neither was Taron.

“We should maybe get up and go enjoy our last day here, love,” he said cutely, nuzzling his face against my neck and kissing my skin there, his hand tracing a slow line over the strip of skin exposed at my waist, as my sleep shirt had ridden up a bit. Good God, this man was going to be the death of me, I thought, his touch igniting something deep inside.

“I think I’d be okay if you just wanted to stay in bed all day,” I laughed, a bit breathlessly.

“Much as I agree with that,” he said, finally rolling over and getting off the bed, “I really think we should try and see something else,” he smirked. I pouted slightly at him and he just laughed as he wandered off to the bathroom, and I couldn’t help but admire his bare torso. I eventually crawled out of bed and pulled on some clothes, grabbing my phone and flipping through my notifications, smiling over all the sweet comments that had been pouring in over the few pictures Taron and I had chosen to share on our social media profiles. It hadn’t been a secret exactly, but I think we were finally “out” as a couple to the world now. This trip had made it stunningly clear that Taron wanted me in his life.

“What’re you smiling on about?” he grinned as he returned, catching me probably looking a bit dreamy over that fact.

“Us,” I grinned. “Everyone’s been so kind about me.”

“Why would they not? You make me incredibly happy, and you’re stunningly gorgeous,” he said, leaning over and stealing a kiss before going to grab clothes himself.

“Well, Mr. Egerton, I did happen to take you off the market,” I smirked over at him, and he just snorted at that.

“What am I, a beef steak?” he laughed, shaking his head.

“A very handsome beef steak, yep!” I said brightly, unable to keep a straight face as we both lost our shit over that. I actually had to wipe tears out of my eyes at that one; maybe it wasn’t so funny to anyone else, but we were losing it.

“So anyway, what’s the game plan for today? Other than once again sweeping me off my feet?” I grinned.

“We should get breakfast, first of all,” he said.

“Right, always a foodie,” I giggled lightly.

“Then I think we should spend some of our day on Lokrum,” he grinned. “I’ve heard lovely things about the Botanical Garden there. We can just take our time together. I don’t want this day to go too fast.”

“Me either,” I agreed softly at that.

We grabbed a bite from the hotel’s breakfast and while we ate I decided to catch back up with Jules and Mary. We’d texted a few times briefly of course, but I had wanted to spend most of my time actually enjoying my trip and Taron. Still, I figured they probably deserved an update now.

<So loves, my last full day in Dubrovnik. I’m kinda sad to be seeing it end, it’s been the best trip of my life!> I sent in a group text.

<Julesy: Oh my god, about time you let us know you were still alive! We were beginning to worry!>

<Mareee!: Don’t mind her, we knew you were having fun as you should be!>

<It’s been amazing. The food, and the beaches here, and just, everything is so lush and historic and even the pace is slower so you can relax and it’s quite nice. But you’ve seen my pictures on IG! Come on now!>

<Mareee!: It looks SO nice, and you and Taron are very cute together. I’m glad you decided to post some pics of you together!>

<Yeah, we had to discuss it a bit, but … We decided it was time.>

<Julesy: Now the one thing Mary and I should know, though, is this: Are you returning as an Egerton virgin or no?>

<Oh. My. Freaking. God. ….. NOPE!> I couldn’t help giggling like an idiot over what I had sent and Taron raised an eyebrow at me, but I just shook my head. “Texting the girls, you know,” I smirked, and he only went ahhhh as if he understood. My friends’ responses chimed in quick succession.

<Julesy: That’s my girl!>

<Mareee!: What was it like, you have to tell us!!>

<Oh my gosh it was everything. It was truly everything. But I can’t say more right now, I’m sitting across from T at this moment and my face is probably beet red!>

<Mareee!: Ohhhh, well we’re very very happy for you!>

<Julesy: Yep, now we don’t have to worry about you so much.>

<Thanks, I think? I luv ya, I luv ya both. But must dash. Talk more later, we’re going to the island!>

I stashed my phone away and quickly finished my food before we were off to catch the ferry over to Lokrum. I was excited to just have a quiet easy day with Taron. The Botanical Gardens were every bit as gorgeous as they had been made to seem; we walked hand-in-hand under the cypress and olive and palm trees and took far too many pictures of the peacocks that roamed freely. It was surprisingly not busy, which was nice. There were honestly times we could have felt it was our own private island.

We happened upon a super pretty spot and chose to take a selfie together with the stunning background behind us. We managed (after some retakes. Taron needs some selfie lessons…) to take a really nice one where we both actually looked pretty (thank goodness) but then Taron decided to kiss me on the cheek and I had my eyes scrunched closed and that’s the photo he chose to post on Instagram with “This woman has my heart” as the caption.

“Oh gosh, T, this is a bit full on, isn’t?” I asked, turning to him after checking the post myself since he’d tagged me.

“Just the truth,” he said nonchalantly, like he didn’t realize how difficult this all was to process that he really felt that way about me.

“It’s not too soon and sudden to claim that? We’ve only known each other what, three months or something? A handful of encounters and a couple dates and then spending a month apart?” I asked, a bit skeptical.

“To claim what? That I love you? Because I do. That’s not a difficult thing to do, Jess,” he said sweetly, reaching over to caress my face gently. “Feelings don’t have to exist on a timeline. And maybe I’m quick to arrive at mine but I know what I have in front of me.”

I’m pretty sure my brain flatlined at that moment. The L-word, he’d actually said it, and I had no idea what I was supposed to say back. He was watching me expectantly, I think, but when I didn’t - couldn’t - figure out how to respond he sighed slightly. “It’s okay, I know what you’ve been through. You don’t have to say anything back. I just needed you to know how I felt,” he said,  tugging on my hand to keep us walking. 

I tried to ignore the mixture of disappointment and understanding on his face, but it dug at me as we walked in silence. Why was it so hard to just blurt it out myself? I thought. I wasn’t afraid of Taron, no. But moving into something closer, and more intimate, more vulnerable, I didn’t feel remotely ready for. There was a deeper responsibility for and reliance on emotion that I wasn’t sure I could handle giving to Taron just yet.

We ate at the little cafe on the island and found one of the beaches to sit at under some shade from the trees. I had nestled between Taron’s legs, leaning back against him and it was rather comfortable as he had his arms wrapped around me sweetly. We were just watching the waves break over the shoreline, whiling away the time and trying to ignore the fact that this trip would soon be over.

“This has just been … the best day I’ve ever had,” I sighed softly. “It’s felt rather magical to be away from everything else and to just be us here.”

“I would agree. I’ve loved every minute of this, but I think I’m quite ready to get back to the hotel and relax out of this hot sun for a bit.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said, as we both scrambled to our feet, wiping sand off as much as possible. We took the ferry back across and another taxi to our hotel, and I realized this was truly my last evening here. It made me a little sad, the feeling that the reality of going back to work and London and normal life was going to change how things felt between us. I knew it was an irrational fear, but it was bothering me.

I’m not sure what Taron was up to at the moment but I decided to make sure some of my clothes that had gotten scattered about the room were packed back in my suitcase. I smoothed my fingers over the lacy lingerie and couldn’t help but smile as I remembered last night.

“Hey, T!” I called out.

“Mmm, yeah?” his voice asked from the bathroom. The door was open so I wandered in, leaning against the door frame. He was leaning over the jacuzzi tub we hadn’t even used and I couldn’t tell what he was doing.

“Are you hungry yet?” I asked him, folding my arms.

“Yeah, but not for food,” he smirked lightly, gesturing to the tub and raising his eyebrow at me with a question in his eyes.

I pointed at myself, and then Taron, and then the tub, and he just smirked at me and nodded.

“Come here, babe,” he said gruffly, holding his hand out to me. I smiled almost shyly at that and stepped over to him, letting him pull me into him. He kissed me slow and sensually at first, probably aware that I needed a little time to get worked up, but just being near him and the thought that he wanted more of me was doing a pretty good job of it. His fingers found their way under my shirt, grazing over my skin and making me moan softly against his lips. He broke our kiss only to continue trailing kisses along my jawline and then down to my neck, nipping the spot that made me moan the most with his teeth, before then stepping away from me completely to turn the water on, adjusting the temperature until he was satisfied with it and leaving me just panting for more.

Knowing he was up for trying different things was an exciting prospect. I pulled my own shirt off and dropped it to the ground, and when he turned back around I knew right where his gaze landed. “All for me?” he asked, not needing an answer as I took his hands and placed them over my breasts. And damn did he make quick work of me that way after peeling off my bra and tossing it god knows where. The way his touch could send shivers down my spine would never cease to amaze me. 

As the water ran we quickly rid ourselves of the rest of our clothes and we took a moment just to take each other in; standing around naked in front of people wasn’t exactly something I was comfortable doing, but under Taron’s gaze it didn’t seem to matter. There was no shame with him because he worshipped my body, scars and rolls and lumps and all. I hadn’t had a chance to really truly see him yet, either, and I tried to memorize every inch of his body and the way it took my breath away.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” he said softly, making me bite my lip shyly, my hair falling slightly across my face. “I wish you saw yourself through my eyes.”

“I could say the same to you,” I replied gently as he stepped closer to me and brushed my hair out of my face so carefully, so intimately, it made me want to cry. But then he kissed me, and I forgot about wanting to cry, and slowly Taron walked me backward to the tub. He slipped under the water easily enough, sighing contentedly as the warm water eased his muscles, but I perched on the edge for a moment, unsure.

“Coming in, love?” he asked, giving me half a smirk, nothing but hunger in his eyes.

“We can’t really use a condom in the water, not safely at least,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut for a second.

“You’re on the pill, no?” he asked, sitting up and placing a hand on my knee.

“Of course, but that’s not like, 100 percent, you know,” I stammered slightly.

“Hey, Jess, look at me,” he said seriously, so I cracked my eyes open. “Whatever the outcome, we’ll handle it together, okay? I’m sure we’ll be completely fine, it’s not like I’ve got tons of children running about, at least that I know of. But if you can’t trust the pill, I want you to at least trust me. Can you do that?” he asked, pleading with me. I took a shaky breath and nodded before letting myself slip into the water as well. He was right, the jets and the warmth of the water felt good after having walked around a lot of the day.

“I still want you,” I whispered. “I’m just stupidly anxious about it. Make me forget that,” I said, crawling over his lap and facing him.

“I can do that,” he growled slightly, running his fingers along my waist under the water. He pulled my face to his again, kissing me hungrily now, his need for me apparent. I let myself get lost to what he was doing to me; I didn’t understand how he seemed to already know so much about my body and what it was capable of feeling, but I couldn’t hold onto those thoughts. They scattered in the heat of the moment as I settled myself over him, joining our bodies, a groan rumbling through his chest that set me on edge immediately. I’d never had sex with someone bare and to know that, and to feel that, we were that much closer to each other set every nerve-ending in my body on fire. I was consumed by the lust I felt for this man, feeling a depth of pleasure I had never known could be mine.

We found a rhythm that worked for us, the water sloshing over the sides a bit as we drove each other higher and higher. I felt his fingers slip between my legs, helping me along and soon I was crashing around him, my orgasm rippling through me just before I could feel him spilling into me. I felt completely taken; I was his, and I didn’t know how I could belong to anyone else.

I didn’t even realize I was crying until Taron was trying to wipe the tears away, but his hands were wet too so it wasn’t helping that much. “Shhh, it’s okay, I promise,” he spoke, seeming to understand my emotions more than I did as he just held me to him, my chest pressed against his, our bodies still connected, the jets gently pummeling our skin. I laid my head against his shoulder, hiding my face against his neck as his fingers slowly danced across my back, soothing me a bit. I wanted to be ashamed but couldn’t be; Taron seemed used to sharing this level of intimacy but he also seemed to understand that I just wasn’t.

“I’m so sorry, I promise I won’t always be a mess like this,” I said once I had managed to calm down.

“I’m not the one to apologize to, love,” he said gently. “It’s okay to feel things and to feel them deeply. I think I can handle that, yeah?” he grinned. “I rather enjoy making you feel this much.”

“You’re such a saint, T,” I laughed. “Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

“Well then I suppose you should consider yourself very, very lucky indeed,” he sighed happily. “But you have no idea what you do for me too.”

“I feel like I haven’t done anything. It’s always been you doing things for me,” I said softly.

“I don’t want to hear you say such things about yourself. You’re amazing, and you make me happy, and that’s always enough for me. I don’t need things, I don’t need someone to take care of me. I just want someone who’s face lights up when they see me, who genuinely enjoys talking to me, who makes me laugh at every turn, who wants to go on adventures with me, and who is willing despite her hardships to trust me. And that’s you,” he replied.

“You are too good to me,” I sighed, his words striking something deep and vulnerable in my heart and reverberating there.

“I hardly think I’m even remotely good enough for you, but you seem to want to be with me,” he replied, making my eyes bulge a little. Taron, not good enough? He had to be kidding. “I just don’t think you’ve ever been treated well or how you deserve to be. I know I can’t fix that, but I’m going to try and make a difference, if you’ll let me.”

“Anything for you, Taron,” I smiled at him. “Now should we get out of this water before we get all pruney?” I grinned, stealing a sweet kiss that made my chest ache. I could probably kiss him all day and still never get enough.

“Dinner sounds like a perfect way to end this day, now that you’ve helped me work up my appetite,” he smirked at me lightly.

“You’re so naughty,” I laughed, finally managing to disentangle myself from him and wrapping a fluffy towel around myself after climbing out of the tub. We quickly got ourselves ready for dinner, choosing to have our last meal at the conventionally named but absolutely romantic Dubrovnik Restaurant. The rooftop eatery was open air during good weather, and so I’d donned a warm cardigan over my dress, and Taron had pulled on a blazer over his button-down and jeans. We got seated in the white plush chairs and the entire place was softly lit with candles and lamps turned low. I truly enjoyed the atmosphere of it, and the food, oh the food. It was the best I’d had there in Dubrovnik, and I wished I could just keep eating it for forever; almost as much as I wished I could just stay in this paradise with Taron forever.

But you can only appreciate the very best things in life by them coming to an end, and so we returned to London the next day, ready to figure out how to continue blending our normal everyday lives together. My flatmates were of course absolutely thrilled to have me back, peppering me with so many questions it made my head spin. I did my best to give them just enough answers to keep their curiosity at bay, while keeping some of the more private things with Taron just to myself.

I threw myself head-first back into work over the next few weeks, feeling like I needed to make up for the past month where my productivity had been seriously lacking. Taron and I found a way to balance out seeing each other, going on some fun dates, some super romantic ones, and oh yeah, having lots of sex. I was now officially addicted to him, and it really was all his fault in the best possible sense of the word. I’d gained some kind of confidence in what we had and was doing my best to work through my lingering issues. I still hadn’t told him I loved him, but every day he seemed to chip away more and more at the barriers I’d built around it. Bless his soul, he was eternally patient, I’d give him that. So my initial fears about reality taking anything away from us were unfounded; our relationship somehow just kept getting better. And I finally felt like I was really home in London; I had an amazing job I actually liked, lovely flatmates and friends I enjoyed spending time with, and the sweetest boyfriend a girl could luck into having.

So I was feeling pretty damn great about my life one balmy, late-summer day as I was striding toward my office, coffee cup in hand and laptop bag over my shoulder. I managed to accidentally brush past a guy who had just stepped out of a coffee shop, and I turned to apologize but before the words could escape my mouth I froze.

His build was thinner, his jawline sharper, and his face somehow more handsome than I remembered, but I’d recognize that tousled brown hair and those deep-set brown eyes anywhere.

Kevin. My mind went absolutely blank as I clutched my laptop bag and purse to me.

I nearly thought I was having a stroke at first, that he was just a figment of my imagination. But there he was, somehow, incomprehensibly, standing on the sidewalk in London before me.

“Jessica! It’s really you!” he said brightly. “Imagine my good fortune. I thought I’d have to spend more time trying to track you down and here you run right into me.” His voice sent chills down my spine and sent my stomach plummeting to my feet.

“How the hell are you here?” I asked, rooted to the spot. Other people were walking past us but I felt like I was suddenly in an alternate universe. “And why?”

“Relax, Jess. Things have changed. I’ve changed. I wanted to apologize to you,” he said, gesturing for me to move out of the way as a group of school kids giggled their way past. We ended up stepping closer to an alley between the coffee shop and another brick building beside it, and I was already looking for a way to leave.

“There’s nothing you can say to me to apologize,” I said coldly. “You don’t deserve any of my time,” I practically hissed.

“I know. I’m not asking for forgiveness. I just needed to see you again. To make sure you were okay,” he said, taking a step closer to me as I took a step back.

“I am just fine, no thanks to you,” I said with narrowed eyes. “You can’t just sweep back into my life thinking that things will just go back to how they used to be. I’m not your toy to play with and toss away and abuse any more, Kevin,” I said, taking several more steps away from him, until my back hit the brick wall of the building behind me.

I should have ran then. I should have turned around and started walking and never looked back. There would always be too many should haves in my life with Kevin.

Within seconds he had crossed the space between us and I flinched when he reached out to me, but his touch was gentle as he took my chin in his hand. “I never meant to hurt you, and I’ll forever hate myself for it. I had a long time to think about what I did, what happened between us. Please, just give me a chance again, to prove that I’m different now.”

“I can’t,” I whispered, trembling slightly at his touch. “I’m already with someone else.”

I have very little recollection of what happened next.

I don’t know if it was the rejection that set him off, but his grip on my face instantly tightened like a vice before he slammed the left side of my face so hard into the brick I heard a loud crack and felt the impact on the right side of my head. My vision went blurry and I dropped like a stone to the ground. He kicked me in the side then too, and I instantly curled up and away from him, trying to protect myself from the assault. This couldn’t be happening again. I’m going to wake up soon, and it will all be a nightmare. Taron will wrap his arms around me, and tell me it’s not real. Please god, let it not be true.

I don’t know if I screamed, or if the young couple that came to my aid were just walking past at the moment, but suddenly Kevin was tackled to the ground by the man, and the woman was instantly on her phone calling police. She knelt next to me as I tried to sit up, but the pain in my side, and my head, was too much. I could feel something warm and wet trickling down my face and into my eye, and I gasped as it stung. Still, I struggled to reach over to my purse, fumbling with it to try and get to my phone. The woman, who had the kindest eyes, seemed to understand and pulled it out and handed it to me.

I tried to focus on the keypad numbers to unlock my phone, but they wouldn’t stay in the same place and I kept hitting the wrong ones. Finally, frustrated, I shoved it back into her hands and told her my passcode. “Call Taron, please. My boyfriend, you need to call him and tell him where they’re taking me,” I said, fighting desperately hard against the darkness that was threatening to pull me under.

The sirens came, ear-splittingly loud, and it was enough for me to not throw up as the nausea of pain swept through my body. Kevin must have been handcuffed and arrested; but I couldn’t see enough of what was going on around me to know it. When the medics lifted my battered body onto the stretcher and began immobilizing me, I cried out in pain as my side where he’d kicked me lit up in renewed pain, leaving me short of breath.

I was beginning to fade in and out as they pushed me into the back of the ambulance and settled an oxygen mask over my face. I could only hope the woman had been able to reach Taron; he would be absolutely worried sick if he didn’t hear from me. 

How did he find me? I thought again, bright white spots exploding before my vision as the doors were slammed shut and we were hurtling through the streets of London. The medics were saying words I couldn’t understand; if they were talking to me, I wouldn’t have known it. They poked and prodded; a needle pushed in my arm, gauze pressed against my face.

I knew it had all been too good to be true. This thought was even more painful to bear than the broken parts of my body.

And then everything went black.

**********

I promise this isn’t the end. Read more in Part 10.

[badstoriesaboutgoodpeople]

Finally Mine

SO this turned into a full blown fic and I definitely didn’t expect it to. Thank you SO MUCH to the anon that sent this in it was so much fun to write! I went totally overboard and I really hope you like it. I’ll write the other request I got tomorrow because it’s 1 AM and I need to sleep eventually. 

Word count: 2,726

Warnings: mentions of a break up and cheating, smut, bit of swearing

The breakup seemingly came out of nowhere. You’d been dating Mat Barzal for almost a year, and everything was going well until all of a sudden it wasn’t. Mat grew distant and you tried to tell yourself it was just stress, and once the Islanders clinched their spot in the playoffs he’d be able to take a breath and return to his usual self. That didn’t happen. One night you were sitting on the couch after a frustrating away stretch waiting for Mat to come home. You heard the door slam and cringed, knowing he’d be angry. He walked into the living room and blurted out that he’d cheated on you. He announced that he’d get his stuff and leave in the morning, and turned on his heel before you could even get a word in. You weren’t exactly shocked, but that didn’t stop you from feeling sadness burning in your chest and beginning to spread throughout your body. Your eyes began to water but you willed yourself not to cry, you’d promised yourself you would never cry over a boy. You felt the sadness morphing into something more, into unadulterated anger. Since when did he think he could just waltz in here and tell you he’d cheated on you with no explanation, no apology, nothing? He didn't even wait for your reaction, was too much of a coward to hear what you had to say to him. You hadn’t truly begun to process what happened, but you numbly turned the volume up on the tv, and stared at the screen until you fell asleep.

A few weeks later, once Mat was well and truly out of your life, you decided enough was enough. You needed to get out of the house. You got dressed up, put on your tightest dress, one that Mat would never let you wear, and hit one of the many clubs in your area. You also decided to post a picture on Instagram, a mirror selfie of you from the side, back ever so slightly arched. You did everything you wanted to do while you were with Mat but were never allowed to do.  You noticed while in the back of the Uber Pierre Luc Dubois had liked your most recent post. You recognized the name, you’d seen him like a few of your posts before. You found yourself scrolling through his page, and you had to admit we was definitely attractive. You liked a few of his photos, and put your phone away as you pulled up to the club. You thought nothing of it until the next morning when you woke up, a slight headache forming at the base of your skull. You didn’t get wasted the night before, but you definitely had more than a few drinks. You checked instagram and saw you had one new DM. It was PL, and he’d simply said “Hey, couldn’t help but notice you deleted your pics w Mat, did something happen?” You smirked, clearly he spent quite a bit of time scrolling through your page if he noticed those photos were gone. You knew PL and Mat knew each other, you’d heard Mat talk about him occasionally, so it wasn’t totally outlandish that he would be scrolling through your page every now and then. You decided to respond him, he was in Columbus anyway, what could possibly come of it? “Yeah we broke up, he walked in one day and told me he cheated, then left before I could say anything” you typed in response, before getting up to go get some Advil and a glass of water. He’d already responded by the time you came back to bed, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness. “What a shithead, I’m here if you wanna talk about it.” You smiled to yourself, and even though you barely knew this boy there was something that was drawing you to him. “I’m starting to get over it, we grew so distant the last few weeks it doesn’t feel a whole lot different without him :( I would however like to get to know you, I’ve seen you liking my posts :p”. He started typing almost instantly. “What can I say, a pretty girl like you deserves attention.” You felt your face heat up slightly at that, allowing yourself to enjoy the flattery without looking too deeply into it and wondering whether or not it was all just for a quick fuck the next time he was in the city. You two talked for the rest of the day, getting to know each other. You gave him your number and the discussion moved to iMessage.

You talked for weeks, everything from goofy selfies on Snapchat to late night Skype calls that lasted hours. You felt like you’d known Luc for longer than a month and a half, your conversations always flowing seamlessly, as if you’d been friends for years. It hadn’t taken for your conversations to begin to turn sexual, but you certainly weren’t complaining. It had all started because you’d continued to post revealing photos on your Instagram and VSCO, the kind Mat always yelled at you for, but you loved. You were confident and you wanted to show your body off, and saw no harm in doing so. Luc had liked the photo, and quickly sent you a shirtless selfie, a slight flush decorating his muscular chest. The caption had said something about how incredible you looked, and how hot and bothered he was for you. You’d sent him some others you’d taken, a lace bodysuit and tight skirt decorating your body. You were rewarded with a photo of him, the outline of his dick showing through the material of his sweatpants. You sent a photo of just yourself in just the bodysuit, and he eventually sent a photo of his abs, now covered in his cum and his dick, just beginning to soften. He was impressive to say the least, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get off to the thought of him fucking you and send him a video of you moaning his name.

One day, Luc texted you in the middle of the week asking if you had plans for the weekend. Once you told him you didn’t he disappeared for a bit, before texting you half an hour later. He had sent you info for a flight to Vancouver. You’d mentioned it one day in a conversation, saying you’d always wanted to see the city and go to a game there. He explained they’d be there a day early and asked if you wanted to fly out for the weekend and meet him. You immediately accepted his offer, thrilled to finally have a chance to be with him in person. Before you knew it you were on your way to the airport on Friday morning, and soon enough you were in Vancouver. You spent the day wandering through the city after checking into the hotel Luc had booked for you and refused to let you pay for. You visited all of the most popular spots, and ate a delicious dinner before returning to the hotel for the night. You sent Luc a snap, a selfie of you wearing nothing but a lacy bralette, thanking him for everything. He replied with a selfie as well, saying “The pleasure is all mine, baby”. You talked for a while before he had to go to bed, the time difference combined with an early flight for him tomorrow meaning it was still fairly early for you. Before he left he asked “Can I come to your hotel once we land? I have something for you.” You responded with a yes, and gave him your room number. You decided to watch Netflix for a bit before you too went to sleep. The next morning you awoke to a text letting you know Luc’s flight had just left. You decided you would just hang out in the hotel until he got there, not wanting to leave when you looked outside and were greeted with the sight of grey skies and rain. You showered and did your hair, throwing on a t-shirt and jeans and a bit of makeup, wanting to look presentable for the first time you met Luc. Soon enough you heard your phone buzzing, seeing a text from Luc letting you know they had landed and that he had just left the airport, and was gonna drop his stuff off at their hotel before he made his way to yours. You texted him a thumbs up, before attempting to distract yourself on your phone. You felt excitement buzzing in your chest, eager to finally have Luc in your arms. It was about an hour before you heard the gentle knock on your door. You opened it and couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face when you saw him. He stepped into your room and shut the door behind him, and dropped the bag he was holding on the floor before wrapping you in his arms.

“Hi,” he said simply, your face pressed into his neck.

“Hi,” you responded, before moving to kiss him, something you’d wanted for so long. It was everything you’d waited for, his lips soft against yours. The kiss quickly grew heated, and it wasn’t long until Luc was reaching for the zipper of his jeans.

“God please, Y/N, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said, tone not far from begging. You’d told him one night how much you liked getting on your knees for someone, but you didn’t know it had this much of an effect on him. You sank down without a word, hands moving to help him pull his jeans down a bit. His boxers soon followed, bunched over his thick thighs along with his jeans. You didn’t hesitate to press a gentle kiss to his tip, before gently running your tongue over it. Luc’s hands quickly found their way to your hair, and he let out a groan as you took him further into your mouth. You brought a hand up to stroke what wasn’t in your mouth and looked up through your lashes to see Luc’s face flushed and his bottom lip caught between his teeth, trying to keep the noise to a minimum. As you started to build a steady rhythm, Luc couldn’t help but let out small sighs and grunts, especially when you took him as far into your mouth as you could.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re so good at this, can’t believe I finally get to do this,” he choked out. You hummed around him, and he bucked his hips lightly at the vibrations. He went to pull away and apologize, but before he could you shook your head, a silent signal that you were fine. It wasn’t too much longer until he was coming down your throat, letting out a low moan he had tried to contain by burying his face into the crook of his arm. You watched as his knees threatened to give out, and felt his grip tighten in your hair, gently pulling you off when the overstimulation became unpleasant. He looked down on you with a look you could only describe as awe on his face. He stared at you for a second until he was able to speak again.

“Please, let me return the favour. Fuck, I have to thank you for that.” You wanted to say he didn’t owe you anything, that he had brought you to Vancouver and that he didn’t need to repay you, but then again who were you to turn down whatever he was offering. You stood up, and his lips were quickly on yours again. He guided you towards the bed in the middle of the room, and sat you on the edge of it. He gripped the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it over your head before undoing your jeans and sliding them down your legs along with your underwear. He dropped to his knees and your stomach dropped when you realized what he meant by returning the favour. It had come up in conversation one night and you’d mentioned that Mat rarely ate you out. Luc seemed scandalized by this information, claiming that that was completely unfair. You never thought much of it, but now that Luc was kissing up the inside of one of your thighs you realized just how badly you wanted it. His beard scratched against your skin, and he sucked marks into the sensitive skin where they’d be easily hidden. Once he finally turned his attention to where you wanted him most, you were practically dripping for him. He started slow, placing a kiss to your clit before running his tongue through your slit, moaning quietly to himself.

“God, you taste delicious.” You couldn’t answer because he had moved to focus on your clit again, and all that left your mouth was a startled moan. He was eager to please you, and his calm and precise movements quickly grew sloppy as he started to bring you closer to the edge. He’d slipped two fingers into you at some point, and that combined with his skilled tongue had you seeing stars. He easily made you come all over his face, your legs shaking slightly. You bit down on one of your knuckles in an attempt to stop the noises that threatened to pour out of your mouth as he drew out your orgasm as much as he could, but you still cried out his name. You whimpered when he moved away from you and he offered an apologetic look. He slid his fingers out of you and brought them to him mouth to lick clean, savouring the taste of you. He stood up and placed a kiss to your forehead, before explaining that he had to go. His phone had apparently been ringing for the past five minutes, but you’d been too far gone to notice it buzzing in his pocket. He had to go meet the guys for dinner, but he made you promise to meet you somewhere after the game tomorrow. You remained on the bed as he fixed his jeans and his hair, which was a mess after you had spent the past little while running your fingers through it and giving it a gentle tug every now and then. He placed the bag he had brought on the bed beside you and placed one more kiss on your lips before he let himself out You mustered the energy to put some pajama pants on, and you returned to the bed to see what he had brought you. It was a jersey, with his name and number on it. You gripped the navy blue fabric tightly, admiring the 18 on the back, excited for Luc to see you in it. Mat had never given you one of his jerseys, always finding excuses when you asked him about it. You texted Luc to thank him, and he responded with, “Any time. Can’t wait to see you in in ;)”.

You walked into Rogers Arena the next night barely able to contain your excitement. You found your seat, and decided to go down to the ice for warm ups. You watched the team skate out, doing their usual drills and stretches. You caught Luc’s eye and offered him a small smile. He mouthed “nice jersey” at you and you merely winked in return. The game was amazing to say the least. Columbus won 5-0, and you’d been able to watch Luc break his scoring drought in person. He;d texted you to meet him by his car that night, and you both skipped the team’s celebration in favor of heading back to your hotel. You wasted no time as Luc wanted to be back before everyone else. He fucked you with your jersey still on, admiring his name across your back.  

“You look great in my jersey,” he commented as he got dressed, looking at you fondly while he buttoned his shirt.

“I’ll make sure to wear it when you play the Isles Tuesday. Maybe you should come to my apartment after the game?” “I’d love to, if you promise you’ll be wearing that and nothing else when I get there.” “Sounds like a plan to me.”

[jeff-better]

Mother's day// jeff drabble :01

A/N: a long ass drabble. happy mothers day lovelies!!xx btw, ‘Late Late Menu’ and ‘Trinity II’ will be up soon. they should be up by Thursday May 18th. this is kinda edited btw.

Summary: what would mothers day be without food and gifts?

“Y/N!! Hurry the fuck up!” your sister yelled at you through the door as you finished your brows. you rolled your eyes and smacked your lips together once more before ruffling your hair and opening the door.

she stood there with her hair braided into two french braids, her makeup was mostly done besides her eyes and she wore a short yellow flowing sundress with brown gladiator shoes and her nails were painted yellow.

“why, don’t you look cute.” you smiled at her and her demeanor changed from upset to cocky in seconds. she put her hand on her hip and smiled.

“why, thank you. and you look beautiful.” you were wearing a blue long strapless jumper with blue wedge heels. your hair was down and you let it do its own thing today which happened to look great for once. for your makeup, you went mostly natural. a blushed cheek with highlight, feathered brows, on your lips you were wearing nude lipgloss that luckily wasn’t sticky.

“oh, well i try.” you flipped your hair. “do you need my eyeshadow kit or something?” you pointed towards your Kylie Bonze Kit and your sister nodded. after handing it to her, she kissed your cheek and left after saying “don’t give jeff a boner in that outfit.” which caused you to roll your eyes but smiled even wider.

today, jeff and you were going to hang out at your parents house for a while and eat some of your dads BBQ chicken and your moms macaroni before going to jeffs parents house and eating some of the best Mexican food ever. honestly, jeffs parents were the best cooks to exist.

then you were probably going to end up spending the night at jeffs considering your sister had her girlfriend over for the night and you didn’t feel like hearing them fangirl over bands (a/n: basically me)

as you walked out of your bathroom and grabbed your phone for the first time that day, you saw a couple notifications from jeff. the first being a snapchat notification which you checked quickly.

it was a picture of jeff and his mom standing in his kitchen. he was kissing her cheek and she was smiling wide. then, he sent a video of his mom standing over the stove cooking and he says “La comida huele a la buena mamá”

in response, you sent a mirror pic of your outfit with ‘😍’ as the caption even if you didn’t understand what he said. next, you checked the messages and saw there were two from jeff and one from hannah. hannah’s said 'Happy Mother’s day mom😘😘’ you giggled and sent back 'thanks daughter. tell my son-in-law that i said he should come visit me’

and jeff sent a picture of him and a brown and white dog. he was smiling down at it as he held it in his hands. you 'awwed’ out loud and sent heart eyes. asking who’s dog it is and then closing your phone.

finally, you walked out of your room and downstairs. instantly smelling your dads chicken and your moms rice. you heard laughter, coming from some extra voices along with the TV playing a episode of Family Guy. because jeff and hannah sent those messages about an hour ago it wasn’t a surprise that they were already at your house.

right when your wedge hit the floor, you heard a bark and you were speed walking into the living room. “well look who decided to show?” hannah baker sat on the couch beside clay jensen. your mom was sitting on the floor with a mug in hand, you sister beside her and jeff was sat on the other couch.

“oh hush.” you rolled your eyes and walked over to jeff. placing a kiss to his lips before sitting beside him. “what’d i miss?” you weren’t going to question the bark you heard, maybe you were just hearing things so you let it go.

“mrs. y/m/n was telling us stories about younger you.” clay spoke up and you gasped at your mother. “and yes, they were the embarrassing ones.” he chuckled and you narrowed your eyes at your mom.

“wow mom. i should just keep your gift for myself.” your sarcastically said and laid your head on jeffs shoulder, inhaling his scent discreetly.

“speaking of. maybe we should go get it.” your sister stood to her feet and you did the same, pulling jeff up with you. the three of you walked down the hallway and into the guest room where the box for a Apple Watch sat on the bed.

“you guys got her a Apple Watch?” jeff stood amazed beside you and wrapped his arm around your waist. you nodded and watched your sister grab it.

“hey atkins. are you gonna stand there or are you going to give my sister her gift?” your sister smirked at your confused face and walked into the living room.

“gift? i’m not a mom.” you were surprised. even if you and jeffs anniversary was tomorrow this wasn’t the exact day to give a gift to a non-mother in your opinion.

“well, you are now. follow me young child.” he kissed your forehead and grabbed your hand, leading you back into the living room where your mom was putting the black watch onto her wrist. he sat you on the couch and walked off.

“oh. get the camera, hes giving her the gift.” hannah rushed and grabbed her phone as clay instructed her. you rolled your eyes and chuckled.

“you guys are like an old married co–” your statement was cut off by 2 loud barks and the sound of jeffs laugh. “babe. you did not??!!” you stood to our feet and turned around as jeff walked around the corner with the same brown and white dog in hand.

“y/n, meet nala. our new child.” you awwed again as jeff sat nala on the ground and she ran over to you. you dropped down onto the ground and picked her up in your hands. she was very tiny and had a lot of energy, which you loved the most.

“ jeffery atkins. i fucking love you so much.” you looked up at him as you held your new baby in hand. jeff smiled and bent down to kiss you lightly.

“language y/n.” your mom yelled and you chuckled. for the next couple of hours, you all played with nala and came to the conclusion that she was a handful and she loved chicken when you all started eating. you and jeff didn’t eat much because you still had one more house to visit.

at around 4 you and jeff left as well as hannah and clay. they went to clays house after some pictures with nala. of course, you took her with you. you couldn’t leave her at home when you just got her.

“hey babe?” you glanced over at jeff since you were driving. it’s been around 15 minutes since you left your house. nala sat in the back of your car and she was very quiet considering the fact that the drive put her to sleep. 

jeff mumbled a response and looked up from his phone. “i love you. you know that right?” he nodded and grabbed your left hand in his.

“i love you too. now let’s eat!” jeff yelled when you pulled up to his house. you parked across the road because you couldn’t find a park it looked like jeffs whole family was over, including all those cousins from puerto rico. “forgot to tell you about my family.” you smiled and shook your head in amusement. 

right when you opened the door, you heard how happy they all sounded and you let the happiness spread throughout you. jeff waved to his family members as he lead you to the kitchen where his mom was standing beside his grandmother. the two looked exactly alike, but jeffs grandmother had a few more wrinkles beside her eyes.

“hey ma.” he gave him mom a kiss on the cheek, doing the same for his grandmother. she smiled wide when she saw you and pulled you in for a huge hug. well, the best she could do with a dog in your hand.

“you look beautiful my darling.” she grinned at you. “me? you’re never aging, i swear. last time i saw you you looked 27 now you look 20. it’s like you’re going backwards.” you replied and hugged jeffs grandmother.

jeffs family were so sweet. you all played games together, you ate the best food to ever exist. they told stories and you told some of your own. it as almost like you were family. and all throughout the night, jeff never left you and neither did nala.

later that night, you and jeff had helped clean and now you were laying in his bed in nothing but his letterman jacket and one of his shirts underneath. you two were watching the secret lives of pets and every time nala saw a dog she would bark excitedly. and when she saw a cat, she would still bark excitedly. 

you and jeff put lots of videos and pictures up on each others snapchat stories. some were of you and jeff with nala, some were of you and jeff watching the movie. 

jeff even posted a video of you dancing for him in a sarcastic way. you were dramatically twerking and every time your shirt would go up and your ass would show he would smirk and yell out a “oooo!!” which caused you to laugh. (he didn’t allow bryce to see that one)

then there were some of you and jeff attempting to train nala. overall, you and jeffs snapchats were parent and relationship goals. now, you were laying beside jeff, nala was on the floor beside the bed and she was soundly sleeping.

“im still so full but i’m in the need for brownies.” you rolled onto your stomach and felt jeffs shirt rise up to expose your butt. you were wearing a simple black lacy thong only because it was the only pair of underwear you had at jeffs house.

jeff started rubbing your butt soothingly which caused you to relax. “wanna go make some?” he proposed and you nodded. you rolled over and allowed jeff to lift you bridal style. he walked you out of his room as nala followed you two.

and you two made brownies. they were chocolate with chocolate chips on top and you ate them with milk. jeff found a recipe online of dog brownies and the two of you even took a late night trip to the store to get the ingredients that were needed and you made her some. 

that was your mother’s day. you became a new mother and jeff became a father. easily the best mothers day ever and the most memorable.

[auburnfamilynews]

Remember that time Auburn students really, really resented media coverage of their response to a sickness sweeping schools across the nation? 

No, no, no… not last weekend — 68 years ago. No, no, no… not COVID-19 — Spring Fever, a disease all but eradicated on the American campus, but one that still lingers in the higher education imagination thanks to the lacy legacy of its signature symptom: The Panty Raid.

Here’s a brief (!) Auburn history on the night of Tuesday, May 20, 1952, when 25 API student leaders may have kinda sorta mobbed Montgomery Advertiser reporter Bill Bates, and most definitely stole the film from freelance photographer Paul Robertson’s camera, in order to quarantine the Loveliest Village against the scoop-happy superspreaders of the 20th century’s most progressively problematic college prank — for, in their minds, good reason.

Five years earlier, before such libidinous larks had been given such a titillating title, Auburn had caught headline hell when news broke that a brigade of brazen brazier bandits had stormed the dorms after a pep rally, wrecked windows, looted laundry, and generally terrorized the panty-wearing population of quiet little API. It was a rough night, man, one that in the spring of 1952, Dean of Women Katharine Cater made sure James E. Foy, acting dean of student affairs, knew she never wanted to relive (and that, yes, of course, I’ll be writing about later as part of a story proving that Auburn was the panty-demic patient zero — you shouldn’t really even need to ask at this point).

Dean Cater, pre-PTSD.

Cater and Co. had referred to the previous profligate pilfering as an “invasion,” but, that May, courtesy of countless wire reports on Big 10 bacchanalia at Michigan and Penn State, the “panty raid” officially became a branded fad. Blamed on a mix of warm weather and male musings, copycat capers were quickly carried out across the country. The papers ate it up. College administrators did not, especially those familiar with the fallout.

So Foy readied his boys.

James E. Foy, Panty Raid Pied Piper

Though only two years on the job, Dean Foy was already well-versed in the tactics of “psychological crowd control,” which included secretly conscripting select student leaders into a covert corps of BMOC counterrevolutionaries loosely known as the Demonstrations Control Committee (DCC). Their responsibilities? Be Foy’s eyes and ears by day, subtly suppress shameful shenanigans with disinformation and diversion by night.

As the distasteful datelines descended on the Heart of Dixie — May 17 at Duke, May 18 at Miami and Tennessee — Foy feared the worst, but hoped for the best, especially given the school’s recent history. Best he could tell, Auburn Spirit hadn’t gone off the rails since the modesty massacre of ’47. 

On Tuesday morning, he saw the front page of the Montgomery Advertiser: “Capstone Raided by Panty-Hunters…”

Police. Firemen. Arrests. Football players with baseball bats. Above the fold.

On Tuesday afternoon, the phone rang. The Greek grapevine was abuzz. Fraternities were getting anonymous calls. Toomer’s Corner. 12:15 a.m. Be there. Damn.

Foy sprang into action, activated the DCC, literally told Katy to bar the door, and eventually went full Student Affairs Psyops on 700 red-blooded, rat-capped rowdies, appealing (through a megaphone-wielding student surrogates) to the better angels of their Auburn nature.

“This is not the true Auburn spirit!” the speaker squawked. “If we go through these dormitories, it will put us in the same light as the University of Alabama, and we don’t want that, do we?”  

Ultimately, the answer was no, Auburn did not want that. But, in Foy’s mind, the Montgomery Advertiser sure as hell did. 

You could hear it in his voice. Even though his plan worked — even though no ladies lost lingerie and every underclassmen went home only with the underwear they were wearing — Foy was still mad about it 55 years later.

“Sometimes the newspapers were inciting this kind of thing,” Foy told me in 2007 when I spent a couple of hours at his house to hear about that other crazy stuff. “In the early 50s, when panty raids were so frequent, we had a newspaper from Montgomery call up (a fraternity house) askin’ ‘when’s the crowd gonna develop?’” 

“The newspaper manager called and said Alabama had (a panty raid) and they wanted to know when Auburn was going to have one. Any suggestion like that triggers off a group.”

Technically, that night, it triggered off two groups. 

“We had students take a camera away from the reporter, and told him he could get (his film) tomorrow in the office of Mr. Brackeen” — that would be API News Bureau Director L.O. Brackeen — “but that he couldn’t take any pictures on campus,” Foy said. “They resented the newspapers, which were inciting a riot, really.”

Which is why, to keep the crowd from giving the Advertiser easy copy, Foy may have quietly incited one of his own.

Let the yankees debase themselves for the cameras all they wanted — Foy and the Committee were committed to preventing a similar scene from bearing the caption “Auburn students.”

Failing to convert the combustible caucus into a pep rally with shouts of “War Eagle,” Foy instructed embedded Committee members to loudly plant the premise that the midnight mania was mere media manipulation. 

“Just because Bama did it doesn’t mean we have to!”

“Publicity is what caused it all!”

“It’s the newspaper!”   

And, yeah… though Auburn officials later apologized for the First Amendment fiasco — both the confrontation, and accusation that that the Advertiser had actually instigated the “unfortunate incident” — it probably kinda was. That’s not just coming from 90-year-old Dean Foy’s not-so-faded recollections, that’s reading between the lines… 

In addition to its front page account of the Raid That Wasn’t (“‘Panty Craze’ Sweeps Auburn And Capstone”), the Wednesday Advertiser actually bragged about being the first state daily to report on Tuscaloosa’s testosterone troubles in a separate story explaining just how they’d done it. No joke. 

After receiving a midnight tip that something was cooking at the Capstone, they’d called the cops to confirm, then called up the Bama chapter of a staffer’s old fraternity and told the kid who answered to stop studying, go join the fun and get back to him. They managed to get the details in that morning’s issue.

Twelve hours later, they were back on the phone, this time with someone in Auburn (whom that same staffer almost certainly also could have called a brother), all but begging (in Foy’s mind) the Grabba Bra Omegas to give them a story.

Twelve hours after that, they were blowing Dodge, with 25 raised fists in their rearview, some surely belonging to Committee members. 

The middle finger to the Montgomery Advertiser and its panty raid paparazzo dominated state-wide accounts of Auburn’s fight with the Fever, and was eagerly included in coverage of the craze as far away as California.

 “Get out of town,” Blake reported the Auburn boys shouting as they ran him and Robertson off campus. “We don’t want the publicity!”

They offered to pay for the film, though.

Support TWER

from The War Eagle Reader https://www.thewareaglereader.com/2020/08/that-time-auburn-mauled-the-media-to-punish-panty-raid-pandemic-publicity/

[boombergnews]

Wardrobe whoopsies: On objective, or an accident?

Generally stars wish to cringe with embarrassment. Different occasions, they simply need consideration.

http://www.foxnews.com/”>Fox Information

http://www.foxnews.com/

Emily Ratajkowski: On objective

Emily Ratajkowski suffered a nip slip whereas out at dinner. However fortunately, the mannequin caught the wardrobe whoops earlier than posting an image of it on her Instagram. Nonetheless, the “Blurred Traces” magnificence did not wish to miss out on posting a photograph for her followers so she opted to blur out the malfunction.

(Instagram/Emily Ratajkowski)

emily-ratajkowski:-on-purpose

Kim Kardashian: An accident

Actuality TV star Kim Kardashian practically suffered a wardrobe malfunction in entrance of paparazzi whereas attending Beautycon Los Angeles along with her daughter North West. For extra pictures of Kardashian, go to x17on-line.com.

(X17)

kim-kardashian:-an-accident

Rachel McCord: On objective

Actress/mannequin Rachel McCord made heads activate the blue carpet whereas attending the DailyMail.com and DailyMailTV summer time social gathering in West Hollywood. A smiling McCord had no qualms flashing a sideboob for photographers whereas carrying a daring low-cut prime. MORE: BEST DRESSED CELEBS — JULY 2018

(Getty)

rachel-mccord:-on-purpose

Heidi Klum: On objective

Mannequin Heidi Klum didn’t appear to thoughts exhibiting off her lacy bra throughout a warmth wave in New York Metropolis.

(Splash)

heidi-klum:-on-purpose

Cindy Crawford: Accidentally

Cindy Crawford was noticed exhibiting an excessive amount of as she was getting dressed for a photoshoot on Malibu seashore. For extra pictures of Crawford, go to x17on-line.com.

(X17)

cindy-crawford:-by-accident

Michelle Rodriguez: Accidentally

Actress Michelle Rodriguez practically confronted a wardrobe malfunction whereas posing for photographers on the De Grisogono Celebration throughout the 71st annual Cannes Movie Pageant. For extra pictures of Rodriguez, go to x17on-line.com.

(X17)

michelle-rodriguez:-by-accident

Adriana Lima: Accidentally

Victoria’s Secret mannequin Adriana Lima virtually revealed a bit an excessive amount of whereas she was posing for photographers throughout a photoshoot in New York Metropolis.

(Splash)

adriana-lima:-by-accident

Lindsey Vonn on the ACMs: Accidentally

Lindsey Vonn confirmed up with an enormous stain on her chest on the ACM Awards. It is unclear if it was simply actually scorching on the pink carpet or if Vonn by accident spilled some water on her gown earlier than strolling out in entrance of the cameras. Both approach, the athlete clearly did not understand the awkward mistake.

(AP)

lindsey-vonn-at-the-acms:-by-accident

Margot Robbie: Accidentally

Robbie revealed a strap of her Oscars’ gown broke throughout the present, and she or he sewed it again on herself after an assistant introduced her a stitching equipment. “Oh, ain’t acquired time for that!” she advised Folks journal.

(AP)

margot-robbie:-by-accident

Jennifer Lawrence: Accidentally

(FilmMagic/Getty)

jennifer-lawrence:-by-accident

Kourtney Kardashian: Accidentally

Kourtney Kardashian went braless at her dinner with sister Kendall Jenner at Craig’s in West Hollywood however as she walked from the restaurant, her gown slipped and confirmed off her nipple cowl. Photographers snapped the wardrobe malfunction. 

(Splash)

kourtney-kardashian:-by-accident

Christina Aguilera: On objective

Christina Aguilera opted for a daring look when she dressed up as a titillating cowgirl, pasties and all, for a vacation social gathering. “A lot vacation enjoyable final night time,” captioned the 37-year-old singer on Instagram. For extra pictures of Aguilera, go to HollywoodLife.com.

(Instagram)

christina-aguilera:-on-purpose

Erin Holland: Accidentally

Former Miss World Australia Erin Holland gave photographers an eyeful when she by accident flashed her trend tape on the Harper’s BAZAAR social gathering in Sydney.

  (Splash)

erin-holland:-by-accident

Monika Radulovic: Accidentally

Former Miss Universe Australia Monika Radulovic was along with her artist companion, Alesandro Ljubicic, when she by accident flashed her underwear on the MAAS Centre for Vogue Ball whereas on the pink carpet. 

(Splash)

monika-radulovic:-by-accident

Bebe Rexha: Accidentally

Bebe Rexha had a wardrobe snafu on the Grammys pink carpet on Jan. 28, 2018. The again of the singer’s gown ripped within the again however she rapidly acquired herself collectively for the large present.

(AP/Fox Information)

bebe-rexha:-by-accident

Bella Hadid: Accidentally

(Getty)

bella-hadid:-by-accident

Irina Shayk: An accident

Russian mannequin Irina Shayk fortunately posed for photographers at The Vogue Awards 2017 held in London’s Royal Albert Corridor. Nonetheless, the 31-year-old did not seen she was exhibiting off a bit an excessive amount of.

(Splash)

irina-shayk:-an-accident

Charlotte McKinney: Accidentally

Charlotte McKinney kicked off the Halloween festivities by dressing up as Michelle Pfeiffer’s character Elvira Hancock from 1983’s “Scarface.” Nonetheless, the 24-year-old revealed greater than what she anticipated in entrance of photographers. For extra pictures of McKinney, go to x17on-line.com.

(X17)

charlotte-mckinney:-by-accident

Cristiana Capotondi: Accidentally

(WireImage)

cristiana-capotondi:-by-accident

Olivia Munn: Accidentally

(Backgrid)

olivia-munn:-by-accident

Joanna Krupa: Accidentally

(Splash)

joanna-krupa:-by-accident

Kendall’s sheer prime: On objective

Kendall Jenner donned a completely-sheer pink prime whereas stepping out in New York Metropolis. The truth star and mannequin appears to have forgotten her bra on objective leaving little or no to the creativeness.

(Splash)

kendall’s-sheer-top:-on-purpose

Ronda Rousey

(BackGrid/Reuters)

ronda-rousey

Selena Gomez: Accidentally

Selena Gomez suffered her second wardrobe malfunction in lower than one week. Not like final week when she donned a sheer gown with no bra (see the subsequent slide), this time the pop star flashed her breasts accidentally. Click on right here for extra pics of the wardrobe whoops.

(X17)

selena-gomez:-by-accident

Selena Gomez: On objective

(BackGrid)

selena-gomez:-on-purpose

Emily Ratajkowski: Accidentally

(Adriana M. Barraza/WENN.com)

emily-ratajkowski:-by-accident

Stella Maxwell

Victoria’s Secret mannequin Stella Maxwell stepped out in a revealing wrap gown whereas in London. It took Miley Cyrus’ rumored ex a short time to understand the wind had blown her gown open…

(Splash)

stella-maxwell

Lake Bell

Lake Bell had a Marilyn Monroe second on the pink carpet when an enormous gust of wing blew up the fringes on her gown to disclose her underwear. Speak about embarrassing! Click on right here for extra wardrobe malfunctions.

(Splash Information)

lake-bell

Kris Jenner

The Kardashian momager confirmed off a bit an excessive amount of when she stepped out to dinner along with her boyfriend Corey Gamble. Jenner clearly forgot her bra at residence and suffered a wardrobe malfunction in her peek-a-boo gown

(Splash)

kris-jenner

Lindsey Vonn

Lindsey Vonn confirmed off her wardrobe malfunction on Instagram. The skilled athlete shared an image of herself on the gymnasium with a number of holes in her exercise pants. She wrote, “If you get to the gymnasium and your coach begins laughing at you as a result of your canine ate your pants…actually.” Click on right here for extra footage of the star on Hollywoodlife.com.

(Reuters/Instagram)

lindsey-vonn

Ben Affleck

(Getty)

ben-affleck

Melanie Griffith

Is that this a case of unhealthy lighting or a case of over-sharing? We will not be too positive, however Griffith’s gown left little to the creativeness. 

(Splash Information)

melanie-griffith

Kelly Bensimon

(Startraksphoto)

kelly-bensimon

Petra Nemcova

The mannequin took an enormous trend threat and donned a sheer jumpsuit on the Chopard social gathering throughout the Cannes Movie Pageant sans bra. It is unclear whether or not she supposed to indicate off her naked chest or if it was an unlucky wardrobe malfunction. Star sightings: Celebrities at Cannes 2016

(Getty)

petra-nemcova

Khloe Kardashian

Properly, good day! Khloe Kardashian confirmed off a bit greater than she was bargaining for when she attended a Beyoncé live performance. The truth star donned a skin-tight black bodysuit and no underwear. When the paparazzi’s flashing cameras set off, the bodysuit grew to become utterly sheer and revealed the star’s booty. Click on right here for extra pics of Kardashian on X17on-line.com.

(X17)

khloe-kardashian

Alessandra Ambrosio: Oops!

(PacificCoastNews)

alessandra-ambrosio:-oops!

Sharna Burgess: On accident

The ‘DWTS’ star’s prime fell down on the finish of a efficiency with Antonio Brown, so ABC needed to reduce away till she handled the scenario. She gave her malfunction a “10,” however the judges gave the dance “8s”.

(ABC)

sharna-burgess:-on-accident

Hailey Baldwin: On objective

(X17)

hailey-baldwin:-on-purpose

Jennifer Garner: Accidentally

Jennifer Garner shared an embarrassing second on the pink carper with there “Alexander and the Horrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Unhealthy Day” co-star Steve Carell. The mom-of-three by accident revealed a pair of nude Spanx below her LBD. Click on right here for extra movie star wardrobe malfunctions.

(Splash)

jennifer-garner:-by-accident

Sofia Vergara: On accident

(Getty)

sofia-vergara:-on-accident

Nicki Minaj: The jury is out

Nicki Minaj held her gown collectively as she carried out “Bang Bang” throughout the MTV Video Music Awards on August 24, 2014. She stated it was an accident. TMZ reported that it was all staged.

(Reuters)

nicki-minaj:-the-jury-is-out

Lily Allen: Whoops!

The British singer made the identical fake pas in the identical silver jumpsuit final month when she opened for Miley Cyrus on her “Bangerz” Tour. Allen, 29, displayed greater than she supposed within the shiny outfit with a low-cut neckline. Click on right here for extra from HollywoodLife.com.

(Getty)

lily-allen:-whoops!

Rihanna: On objective

Rihanna walked down the pink carpet in probably the most talked-about gown on the CFDA Vogue Awards. A sheer layer of mesh-like, Swarovski crystals-covered materials separated her birthday go well with from the remainder of the world. Rihanna’s identified for pushing the style envelope, however did she go too far this time?

(Reuters)

rihanna:-on-purpose

Miley Cyrus: Whoops

For as soon as, it appears Miley Cyrus did not deliberately expose herself on digital camera. The outrageous and all the time scantily-clad Cyrus solely meant to open her shirt to disclose her toned abs and black bra, however ended up posting a nip slip on Instagram.

(Instagram)

miley-cyrus:-whoops

Ashley Tisdale: Whoops

Tisdale solely meant to indicate off her toned legs however ended up exposing herself to the paparazzi. The 28-year-old would possibly wish to strive a barely longer miniskirt subsequent time. For extra footage of the bride-to-be (fiance is musician Christopher French) go to X17on-line.com.

(X17on-line.com)

ashley-tisdale:-whoops

Miley Cyrus: On objective (once more)

Miley celebrated Flashback Friday by posting a topless photograph of herself getting her now signature pixie reduce. Whereas Cyrus had loads of clothed pictures to submit of herself, the selfie-obsessed singer selected one which she knew would get a number of consideration. Mission achieved Miley. Click on right here for extra outrageous Miley moments.

(Instagram)

miley-cyrus:-on-purpose-(once more)

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley: On objective

(X17)

rosie-huntington-whiteley:-on-purpose

Sharon Stone: On objective

(© www.splashnews.com)

sharon-stone:-on-purpose

Kendall Jenner: On objective once more

The “Retaining Up With The Kardashians,” 18, positively knew what she was doing when she ditched her bra to strut her stuff down the Marc Jacobs runway throughout New York Vogue Week. (AP)

(AP)

kendall-jenner:-on-purpose-again

Carmen Electra: On objective

Come on, carrying no bra when your gown is see by means of? Aren’t you higher than that, Carmen Electra? Oh, you as soon as dated Dennis Rodman? Perhaps not.

See the entire set at RumorFix.com.

(© www.splashnews.com)

carmen-electra:-on-purpose

Britney Spears: An accident

Whereas performing in Las Vegas, Britney practically misplaced her complete ensemble when her sequin leotard popped open throughout her dance routine. As soon as of her backup dancers re-zipped Brit as she danced by means of the wardrobe whoops. 

(Instagram)

Click on right here for extra on Britney from ET

britney-spears:-an-accident

Lindsay Lohan: On objective

Apparently Lindsay’s newest rehab stint did not handle her must over-share on social media. The actress posted this revealing pic, clearly a non-accidental wardrobe malfunction. 

(Instagram)

lindsay-lohan:-on-purpose

Brooklyn Decker: An accident

(RumorFix)

brooklyn-decker:-an-accident

Nina Agdal: An accident

Positive, Agdal wore a white night robe into the ocean, so when issues went awry, it was not shocking, however we do assume it submitting up with water like that was not precisely what she or the photographers anticipated. So rating one for sort of an accident!

See 31 extra pics of Nina within the water at RumorFix.

(RumorFix)

nina-agdal:-an-accident

Candice Swanepoel: An Accident

Mannequin Candice Swanepoel was strolling the catwalk in Brazil, when her sheer prime slipped and confirmed an excessive amount of. Ever the skilled, Candice simply stored strutting down the runway. The present should go on! 

(AP)

candice-swanepoel:-an-accident

Stephanie Seymour: An accident

(© 2013 FameFlynet, Inc – Beverly Hills, CA, U.S.A.)

stephanie-seymour:-an-accident

Kate Moss: On objective

(Contact: Perception Information & Options, Inc.)

kate-moss:-on-purpose

Tina Fey: Accidentally

tina-fey:-by-accident

Pamela Anderson: On objective

(© 2013 FameFlynet, Inc – Beverly Hills, CA, U.S.A.)

pamela-anderson:-on-purpose

Nabilla Benattia: On objective

(© www.splashnews.com)

nabilla-benattia:-on-purpose

Miranda Kerr: On objective

Orlando Bloom’s spouse determined to depart her bra at residence when she headed to observe the U.S. Open. Apparently a nationally televised tennis occasion will not be an event for undergarments?

Go to E! for extra pics of Miranda.

  (Splash)

miranda-kerr:-on-purpose

Paula Patton: Accidentally

Paula confirmed off greater than she bargained for on the “Two Weapons” premiere in New York.

For extra pics of Paula, go to x17on-line.com.

(X17on-line.com)

paula-patton:-by-accident

Ashley Greene: On objective

(Rumorfix.com)

ashley-greene:-on-purpose

Toni Braxton: Accidentally 

Braxton’s gown fell down throughout a dance routine with an viewers member at one in every of her live shows. Fortunately a fan seen and gave her his blazer to cowl up with for the rest of the tune.

(YouTube/Reuters)

toni-braxton:-by-accident 

Jennifer Aniston: On objective

Aniston opted to not put on something beneath her tight T-shirt on the set of “Squirrels to the Nuts” in New York. 

See extra of Aniston on set.

  (X17on-line.com)

jennifer-aniston:-on-purpose

The Bella Twins: Accidentally

The WWE’s Brie Bella had a wardrobe malfunction throughout a taping of “Whole Divas” on “WWE Uncooked.” She later tweeted: “I apologize four my wardrobe malfunction I am embarrassed & it appears as if the humidity made my tape come off You will by no means see that once more! B.”

See extra of the twins supporting our troops.

(USA)

the-bella-twins:-by-accident

Gerard Butler: Accidentally 

(© 2013 FameFlynet, Inc – Beverly Hills, CA, U.S.A.)

gerard-butler:-by-accident 

Woman Gaga: On objective

lady-gaga:-on-purpose

Courtney Stodden: On objective

In an outfit  like this, it is laborious to imagine Courtney Stodden’s slip was actually an accident. The 18-year-old confirmed an excessive amount of in her black mesh “gown” (if you happen to may even name it that). 

(Splash)

Click on right here for extra Stodden pics from ET.

courtney-stodden:-on-purpose

Miley Cyrus: Accidentally

Although Miley loves to indicate loads of pores and skin, we expect this one time her wardrobe malfunction was not on objective. 

What’s it about underwear that celebrities detest a lot?

Take a look at extra pictures of Miley on RumorFix.

  (© www.splashnews.com)

miley-cyrus:-by-accident

Rita Ora: Accidentally

(RumorFix)

rita-ora:-by-accident

Selena Gomez: Accidentally 

Former Disney star Selena Gomez had a completely unintentional slip up throughout a live performance in Boston. After her skirt confirmed an excessive amount of, Selena held on to it for the rest of the efficiency. 

Click on right here for extra from RumorFix

selena-gomez:-by-accident 

Reese Witherspoon: Accidentally

reese-witherspoon:-by-accident

Mariah Carey: Accidentally 

Mariah Carey’s stay wardrobe malfunction whereas acting on “Good Morning America” was positively not on objective. 

(Reuters)

mariah-carey:-by-accident 

John Travolta: Accidentally

(X17on-line.com)

john-travolta:-by-accident

Eva Longoria: Accidentally

eva-longoria:-by-accident

Jessica Alba: On objective

(RumorFix)

jessica-alba:-on-purpose

Anne Hathaway: Accidentally

anne-hathaway:-by-accident

http://platform.instagram.com/en_US/embeds.js

The post Wardrobe whoopsies: On purpose, or an accident? appeared first on BoomBerg News.

[alamante]

Wardrobe whoopsies: On purpose, or an accident?

Sometimes stars want to cringe with embarrassment. Other times, they just want attention.

https://ift.tt/2hI3b1g News

http://www.foxnews.com/

Kim Kardashian: An accident

Reality TV star Kim Kardashian nearly suffered a wardrobe malfunction in front of paparazzi while attending Beautycon Los Angeles with her daughter North West. For more photos of Kardashian, visit x17online.com.

(X17)

kim-kardashian:-an-accident

Rachel McCord: On purpose

Actress/model Rachel McCord made heads turn on the blue carpet while attending the DailyMail.com and DailyMailTV summer party in West Hollywood. A smiling McCord had no qualms flashing a sideboob for photographers while wearing a daring low-cut top. MORE: BEST DRESSED CELEBS — JULY 2018

(Getty)

rachel-mccord:-on-purpose

Heidi Klum: On purpose

Model Heidi Klum did not seem to mind showing off her lacy bra during a heat wave in New York City.

(Splash)

heidi-klum:-on-purpose

Cindy Crawford: By accident

Cindy Crawford was spotted showing too much as she was getting dressed for a photoshoot on Malibu beach. For more photos of Crawford, visit x17online.com.

(X17)

cindy-crawford:-by-accident

Michelle Rodriguez: By accident

Actress Michelle Rodriguez nearly faced a wardrobe malfunction while posing for photographers at the De Grisogono Party during the 71st annual Cannes Film Festival. For more photos of Rodriguez, visit x17online.com.

(X17)

michelle-rodriguez:-by-accident

Adriana Lima: By accident

Victoria’s Secret model Adriana Lima almost revealed a little too much while she was posing for photographers during a photoshoot in New York City.

(Splash)

adriana-lima:-by-accident

Lindsey Vonn at the ACMs: By accident

Lindsey Vonn showed up with a big stain on her chest at the ACM Awards. It’s unclear if it was just really hot on the red carpet or if Vonn accidentally spilled some water on her dress before walking out in front of the cameras. Either way, the athlete clearly didn’t realize the awkward mistake.

(AP)

lindsey-vonn-at-the-acms:-by-accident

Margot Robbie: By accident

Robbie revealed a strap of her Oscars’ dress broke during the show, and she sewed it back on herself after an assistant brought her a sewing kit. “Oh, ain’t got time for that!” she told People magazine.

(AP)

margot-robbie:-by-accident

Jennifer Lawrence: By accident

(FilmMagic/Getty)

jennifer-lawrence:-by-accident

Kourtney Kardashian: By accident

Kourtney Kardashian went braless at her dinner with sister Kendall Jenner at Craig��s in West Hollywood but as she walked from the restaurant, her dress slipped and showed off her nipple cover. Photographers snapped the wardrobe malfunction. 

(Splash)

kourtney-kardashian:-by-accident

Christina Aguilera: On purpose

Christina Aguilera opted for a daring look when she dressed up as a titillating cowgirl, pasties and all, for a holiday party. “So much holiday fun last night,” captioned the 37-year-old singer on Instagram. For more photos of Aguilera, visit HollywoodLife.com.

(Instagram)

christina-aguilera:-on-purpose

Erin Holland: By accident

Former Miss World Australia Erin Holland gave photographers an eyeful when she accidentally flashed her fashion tape at the Harper’s BAZAAR party in Sydney.

  (Splash)

erin-holland:-by-accident

Monika Radulovic: By accident

Former Miss Universe Australia Monika Radulovic was with her artist partner, Alesandro Ljubicic, when she accidentally flashed her underwear at the MAAS Centre for Fashion Ball while on the red carpet. 

(Splash)

monika-radulovic:-by-accident

Bebe Rexha: By accident

Bebe Rexha had a wardrobe snafu on the Grammys red carpet on Jan. 28, 2018. The back of the singer’s dress ripped in the back but she quickly got herself together for the big show.

(AP/Fox News)

bebe-rexha:-by-accident

Bella Hadid: By accident

(Getty)

bella-hadid:-by-accident

Irina Shayk: An accident

Russian model Irina Shayk happily posed for photographers at The Fashion Awards 2017 held in London’s Royal Albert Hall. However, the 31-year-old didn’t noticed she was showing off a little too much.

(Splash)

irina-shayk:-an-accident

Charlotte McKinney: By accident

Charlotte McKinney kicked off the Halloween festivities by dressing up as Michelle Pfeiffer’s character Elvira Hancock from 1983’s “Scarface.” However, the 24-year-old revealed more than what she anticipated in front of photographers. For more photos of McKinney, visit x17online.com.

(X17)

charlotte-mckinney:-by-accident

Cristiana Capotondi: By accident

(WireImage)

cristiana-capotondi:-by-accident

Olivia Munn: By accident

(Backgrid)

olivia-munn:-by-accident

Joanna Krupa: By accident

(Splash)

joanna-krupa:-by-accident

Kendall’s sheer top: On purpose

Kendall Jenner donned a completely-sheer red top while stepping out in New York City. The reality star and model seems to have forgotten her bra on purpose leaving very little to the imagination.

(Splash)

kendall’s-sheer-top:-on-purpose

Ronda Rousey

(BackGrid/Reuters)

ronda-rousey

Selena Gomez: By accident

Selena Gomez suffered her second wardrobe malfunction in less than one week. Unlike last week when she donned a sheer dress with no bra (see the next slide), this time the pop star flashed her breasts by accident. Click here for more pics of the wardrobe whoops.

(X17)

selena-gomez:-by-accident

Selena Gomez: On purpose

(BackGrid)

selena-gomez:-on-purpose

Emily Ratajkowski: By accident

(Adriana M. Barraza/WENN.com)

emily-ratajkowski:-by-accident

Stella Maxwell

Victoria’s Secret model Stella Maxwell stepped out in a revealing wrap dress while in London. It took Miley Cyrus’ rumored ex a little while to realize the wind had blown her dress open…

(Splash)

stella-maxwell

Lake Bell

Lake Bell had a Marilyn Monroe moment on the red carpet when a big gust of wing blew up the fringes on her dress to reveal her underwear. Talk about embarrassing! Click here for more wardrobe malfunctions.

(Splash News)

lake-bell

Kris Jenner

The Kardashian momager showed off a little too much when she stepped out to dinner with her boyfriend Corey Gamble. Jenner clearly forgot her bra at home and suffered a wardrobe malfunction in her peek-a-boo dress

(Splash)

kris-jenner

Lindsey Vonn

Lindsey Vonn showed off her wardrobe malfunction on Instagram. The professional athlete shared a picture of herself at the gym with a few holes in her workout pants. She wrote, “When you get to the gym and your trainer starts laughing at you because your dog ate your pants…literally.” Click here for more pictures of the star on Hollywoodlife.com.

(Reuters/Instagram)

lindsey-vonn

Ben Affleck

(Getty)

ben-affleck

Melanie Griffith

Is this a case of bad lighting or a case of over-sharing? We can’t be too sure, but Griffith’s dress left little to the imagination. 

(Splash News)

melanie-griffith

Kelly Bensimon

(Startraksphoto)

kelly-bensimon

Petra Nemcova

The model took a big fashion risk and donned a sheer jumpsuit at the Chopard party during the Cannes Film Festival sans bra. It’s unclear whether she intended to show off her bare chest or if it was an unfortunate wardrobe malfunction. Star sightings: Celebrities at Cannes 2016

(Getty)

petra-nemcova

Khloe Kardashian

Well, hello! Khloe Kardashian showed off a bit more than she was bargaining for when she attended a Beyoncé concert. The reality star donned a skin-tight black bodysuit and no underwear. When the paparazzi’s flashing cameras set off, the bodysuit became completely sheer and revealed the star’s booty. Click here for more pics of Kardashian on X17online.com.

(X17)

khloe-kardashian

Alessandra Ambrosio: Oops!

(PacificCoastNews)

alessandra-ambrosio:-oops!

Sharna Burgess: On accident

The ‘DWTS’ star’s top fell down at the end of a performance with Antonio Brown, so ABC had to cut away until she dealt with the situation. She gave her malfunction a “10,” but the judges gave the dance “8s”.

(ABC)

sharna-burgess:-on-accident

Hailey Baldwin: On purpose

(X17)

hailey-baldwin:-on-purpose

Jennifer Garner: By accident

Jennifer Garner shared an embarrassing moment on the red carper with there “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day” co-star Steve Carell. The mom-of-three accidentally revealed a pair of nude Spanx under her LBD. Click here for more celebrity wardrobe malfunctions.

(Splash)

jennifer-garner:-by-accident

Sofia Vergara: On accident

(Getty)

sofia-vergara:-on-accident

Nicki Minaj: The jury is out

Nicki Minaj held her dress together as she performed “Bang Bang” during the MTV Video Music Awards on August 24, 2014. She said it was an accident. TMZ reported that it was all staged.

(Reuters)

nicki-minaj:-the-jury-is-out

Lily Allen: Whoops!

The British singer made the same faux pas in the same silver jumpsuit last month when she opened for Miley Cyrus on her “Bangerz” Tour. Allen, 29, displayed more than she intended in the shiny outfit with a low-cut neckline. Click here for more from HollywoodLife.com.

(Getty)

lily-allen:-whoops!

Rihanna: On purpose

Rihanna walked down the red carpet in the most talked-about dress at the CFDA Fashion Awards. A sheer layer of mesh-like, Swarovski crystals-covered material separated her birthday suit from the rest of the world. Rihanna’s known for pushing the fashion envelope, but did she go too far this time?

(Reuters)

rihanna:-on-purpose

Miley Cyrus: Whoops

For once, it seems Miley Cyrus didn’t intentionally expose herself on camera. The outrageous and always scantily-clad Cyrus only meant to open her shirt to reveal her toned abs and black bra, but ended up posting a nip slip on Instagram.

(Instagram)

miley-cyrus:-whoops

Ashley Tisdale: Whoops

Tisdale only meant to show off her toned legs but ended up exposing herself to the paparazzi. The 28-year-old might want to try a slightly longer miniskirt next time. For more pictures of the bride-to-be (fiance is musician Christopher French) visit X17online.com.

(X17online.com)

ashley-tisdale:-whoops

Miley Cyrus: On purpose (again)

Miley celebrated Flashback Friday by posting a topless photo of herself getting her now signature pixie cut. While Cyrus had plenty of clothed photos to post of herself, the selfie-obsessed singer chose one which she knew would get lots of attention. Mission accomplished Miley. Click here for more outrageous Miley moments.

(Instagram)

miley-cyrus:-on-purpose-(again)

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley: On purpose

(X17)

rosie-huntington-whiteley:-on-purpose

Sharon Stone: On purpose

(© www.splashnews.com)

sharon-stone:-on-purpose

Kendall Jenner: On purpose again

The “Keeping Up With The Kardashians,” 18, definitely knew what she was doing when she ditched her bra to strut her stuff down the Marc Jacobs runway during New York Fashion Week. (AP)

(AP)

kendall-jenner:-on-purpose-again

Carmen Electra: On purpose

Come on, wearing no bra when you know your dress is see through? Aren’t you better than that, Carmen Electra? Oh, you once dated Dennis Rodman? Maybe not.

See the whole set at RumorFix.com.

(© www.splashnews.com)

carmen-electra:-on-purpose

Britney Spears: An accident

While performing in Las Vegas, Britney nearly lost her entire ensemble when her sequin leotard popped open during her dance routine. Once of her backup dancers re-zipped Brit as she danced through the wardrobe whoops. 

(Instagram)

Click here for more on Britney from ET

britney-spears:-an-accident

Lindsay Lohan: On purpose

Apparently Lindsay’s latest rehab stint didn’t address her need to over-share on social media. The actress posted this revealing pic, clearly a non-accidental wardrobe malfunction. 

(Instagram)

lindsay-lohan:-on-purpose

Brooklyn Decker: An accident

(RumorFix)

brooklyn-decker:-an-accident

Nina Agdal: An accident

Sure, Agdal wore a white evening gown into the sea, so when things went awry, it was not surprising, but we do think it filing up with water like that was not exactly what she or the photographers anticipated. So score one for kind of an accident!

See 31 more pics of Nina in the water at RumorFix.

(RumorFix)

nina-agdal:-an-accident

Candice Swanepoel: An Accident

Model Candice Swanepoel was walking the catwalk in Brazil, when her sheer top slipped and showed too much. Ever the professional, Candice just kept strutting down the runway. The show must go on! 

(AP)

candice-swanepoel:-an-accident

Stephanie Seymour: An accident

(© 2013 FameFlynet, Inc – Beverly Hills, CA, U.S.A.)

stephanie-seymour:-an-accident

Kate Moss: On purpose

(Contact: Insight News & Features, Inc.)

kate-moss:-on-purpose

Tina Fey: By accident

tina-fey:-by-accident

Pamela Anderson: On purpose

(© 2013 FameFlynet, Inc – Beverly Hills, CA, U.S.A.)

pamela-anderson:-on-purpose

Nabilla Benattia: On purpose

(© www.splashnews.com)

nabilla-benattia:-on-purpose

Miranda Kerr: On purpose

Orlando Bloom’s wife decided to leave her bra at home when she headed to watch the U.S. Open. Apparently a nationally televised tennis event is not an occasion for undergarments?

Go to E! for more pics of Miranda.

  (Splash)

miranda-kerr:-on-purpose

Paula Patton: By accident

Paula showed off more than she bargained for at the “Two Guns” premiere in New York.

For more pics of Paula, go to x17online.com.

(X17online.com)

paula-patton:-by-accident

Ashley Greene: On purpose

(Rumorfix.com)

ashley-greene:-on-purpose

Toni Braxton: By accident 

Braxton’s dress fell down during a dance routine with an audience member at one of her concerts. Luckily a fan noticed and gave her his blazer to cover up with for the remainder of the song.

(YouTube/Reuters)

toni-braxton:-by-accident 

Jennifer Aniston: On purpose

Aniston opted not to wear anything underneath her tight T-shirt on the set of “Squirrels to the Nuts” in New York. 

See more of Aniston on set.

  (X17online.com)

jennifer-aniston:-on-purpose

The Bella Twins: By accident

The WWE’s Brie Bella had a wardrobe malfunction during a taping of “Total Divas” on “WWE Raw.” She later tweeted: “I apologize 4 my wardrobe malfunction I’m embarrassed & it looks as though the humidity made my tape come off You’ll never see that again! B.”

See more of the twins supporting our troops.

(USA)

the-bella-twins:-by-accident

Gerard Butler: By accident 

(© 2013 FameFlynet, Inc – Beverly Hills, CA, U.S.A.)

gerard-butler:-by-accident 

Lady Gaga: On purpose

lady-gaga:-on-purpose

Courtney Stodden: On purpose

In an outfit  like this, it’s hard to believe Courtney Stodden’s slip was really an accident. The 18-year-old showed too much in her black mesh “dress” (if you can even call it that). 

(Splash)

Click here for more Stodden pics from ET.

courtney-stodden:-on-purpose

Miley Cyrus: By accident

Though Miley loves to show a lot of skin, we think this one time her wardrobe malfunction was not on purpose. 

What is it about underwear that celebrities detest so much?

Check out more photos of Miley on RumorFix.

  (© www.splashnews.com)

miley-cyrus:-by-accident

Rita Ora: By accident

(RumorFix)

rita-ora:-by-accident

Selena Gomez: By accident 

Former Disney star Selena Gomez had a totally accidental slip up during a concert in Boston. After her skirt showed too much, Selena held on to it for the remainder of the performance. 

Click here for more from RumorFix

selena-gomez:-by-accident 

Reese Witherspoon: By accident

reese-witherspoon:-by-accident

Mariah Carey: By accident 

Mariah Carey’s live wardrobe malfunction while performing on “Good Morning America” was definitely not on purpose. 

(Reuters)

mariah-carey:-by-accident 

John Travolta: By accident

(X17online.com)

john-travolta:-by-accident

Eva Longoria: By accident

eva-longoria:-by-accident

Jessica Alba: On purpose

(RumorFix)

jessica-alba:-on-purpose

Anne Hathaway: By accident

anne-hathaway:-by-accident

Source link

   The post Wardrobe whoopsies: On purpose, or an accident? appeared first on MySourceSpot.