#bra fic

[bidisasterevankinard]

Wip Wednesday

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bra fic again and hope to end it tomorrow

“Oh, Eddie, you decided to join us?” Bobby is first to see him and Eddie just nods already looking at the direction of Buck’s breast. 

“Yes, I .. understood Ana is not what I want,” Eddie sits opposite Buck, not paying attention to anyone except his friend. Or better say his friend's chest.

He for a second peeks at Buck’s face and notices a little smirk on bright pink plush lips and bright stars in dark blue, like late night sky, eyes and Buck adjusts his jacket a little so that his shirt is visible better and pushes his lush chest forward. 

Eddie swallows loudly when he understands that it wasn’t his imagination. Buck is in fact in a bra. 

You might miss it if you’re not looking carefully or without knowing what you are looking at, but Eddie saw that Buck actually bought a bra yesterday, saw how it looks, and Buck told him he likes to wear bras in public sometimes. 

Considering it all, Eddie makes the conclusion that his best friend is now sitting in this cafe, with their family, and a bunch of strangers around, in a tight white shirt with a black bomper that excellent accentuate his waist and broad shoulders and highlights his complexion and eyes, making it only more splendid, and under them, what only Eddie and Buck knows, featuring already outstanding breasts, hides the white silk push up bra.

And it's information that does something with his blood pressure and imagination. 

Eddie can't stop thinking about his best friend in nothing except this stupid bra, preferably on the bed under Eddie moaning his name.

Not the first time Eddie imagines Buck in that position but first time he wants to do something about it.

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[haletostilinski]

Goddamn, the things this Dylan O'Brien would have done to tumblr a few years ago. My brain cant even comprehend at which point of time we have arrived - him wearing something like this and tumblr only mildly amused instead of completly broken down. Time sure is something.

Sorry for this slightly late reply.

And yes, you are SO right! Him in sexy red lingerie would have had my dashboard going wild, for ages, with the image of him in that outfit alone.

Tumblr wasn't what it once was, though. I still completely freaked out over it, though! LIKE SIr? SIR?! How could you DO that to us?! 😭 Brain = broken.

[stellamancer]

(un)mentionables — fem!reader x satoru gojo

notes: real talk. i used to have this really cute light blue lingerie set and that was the inspo + aleks talking about gojo's massive dick ripping through lacy panties. that doesn't happen here, though, sorry lmaoo. uh. don't know what else to say. this is part of the infinite loop ficverse.

wc: 1.3k

contains: fem!reader (no pronouns or gendered language), suggestive situations but not anything explicit, pre-relationship (one day i'll write this established relationship fic for these idiots but not today)

You think you might as well be dead.

Ultimately, you have no one to blame but yourself for this; you should have known better than to let Gojo grab the spare water bottle from your overnight bag. In fact, you should have known better than to let him anywhere near your overnight bag. It’s not that you think him the type to just go rifling through your things without an ounce of respect for your privacy; it’s just that you know that Gojo has a knack for putting you in mortifying situations as if he’s being paid to.

“Well, well, well, what’s this?”

You whip your head around so violently that you feel a pulse of pain throughout your skull, but it is quickly forgotten when you see what this is. Gojo has certainly found the water bottle you’d offered him, but, somehow, looped around the bottle’s neck is a pair of lacy, sky blue panties that you’d haphazardly thrown into your overnight bag.

There’s little that you’d like more than passing away right here on the spot.

Gojo gingerly plucks your underwear from the bottle and shoots you a roguish grin, his eyebrows lifting suggestively. “Didn’t think you were the type to wear lace.”

You scowl and march over to him, hand whipping out to snatch your panties back from him. Surprisingly, he lets you, and you ball them up tightly in your fist. “You’re right, I prefer cotton.”

“Then where did those come from?” Gojo points at the bright blue fabric peeking through your fingers.

“How is that any of your business?” you snap.

“Just curious,” Gojo says nonchalantly. He’s still smiling though, and it annoys you.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” You roll your eyes as you toss the panties back in your bag behind him.

“And satisfaction brought it back,” Gojo finishes the entire idiom. Of course he’d know the last half of it. “Since you’re saying that, does that mean you’re going to tell me?”

Your eye twitches as you weigh your options. Refusing is the most obvious and natural option, but Gojo is nothing if not persistent. He won’t shut up if he really wants to know that badly. You don’t know why he would, but then again, he probably just would pester you for the sake of being annoying. Sometimes, it’s easier to just give him what he wants so you can move on. So that’s what you decide to do, looking away as you admit, “...it had a matching bra that was really cute.”

Gojo is silent. Unnaturally so. You would have expected him to fire off some wise ass quip, so this response, or lack of, is actually a little unnerving. Starting to feel a touch concerned, you look at Gojo, and though you cannot see the focus of his gaze with that blindfold in the way, you can just tell that he’s staring at you.

You’re not sure if you should feel proud over the fact that you’ve rendered the famous motor mouth Satoru Gojo speechless.

It’s over in an instant though, as his mouth moves to finally speak.

“Show me.”

His voice is low, quiet, as if he’d breathed out the words without even realizing it.

A strange feeling runs straight down the length of your spine, leaving you breathless, the staccato rhythm of your heartbeat almost deafening you. That was unexpected; his words, his tone, all of it.

You gawk at Gojo, trying to figure what to make of it, and he is still in a way that he never is. His lips are slightly parted, and you have no doubt that he is still staring at you, but you cannot even begin to imagine the shade of his eyes right now. Is it the bright shining aquamarine of the sky? Or the dark glimmering sapphire of the sea?

You don’t know. You don’t know. You want to though; you want to know. You want to rip that blindfold off to find out. You want to memorize every shade and every hue. You want to—

When you realize where your train of thought is heading you shake your head, senses returning to you with a start. You don’t know how two words managed to hijack your thoughts like that, but you will have none of it. Back on track, you demand, “Why the hell would I show you?”

Gojo’s lips curve upwards into a familiar grin, and you’re secretly relieved that he seems to be back to normal too. “Feelin’ shy? We’re both adults here.”

You know what he’s doing, but you’re not playing that game. There’s a lot of things Satoru Gojo can goad you into, but this is not and will not be one of them. “That’s beside the point.”

“Thought you said it was cute,” Gojo says, not giving up.

“Oh, trust me, it is,” you respond. “But I’m not showing you.”

“Why not?”

“I— Gojo, you can’t seriously be asking me this,” you groan.

“I’ve seen you in a swimsuit before,” Gojo points out matter-of-factly. “Is there really a difference between that and lingerie?”

His question gives you pause. Technically, you see his point. Technically. But he’s not quite right. “You are not someone I would be showing my lingerie off to. We are not like that.”

“Meaning you showed it to that loser ex-boyfriend of yours?” Gojo asks flatly.

You actually bought the set after you broke up, but Gojo doesn’t know that. “And if I did?”

(Annoyance, white hot and all consuming eats a hole in Satoru's stomach. He doesn't get why he's so mad. It makes sense. It makes sense.

You'd dated that lame excuse of an assistant manager for nearly a year, so it would make sense if he'd seen you—

Splayed beneath him. Disheveled. Exposed. Sky blue lace hugging your hips. A soft smile playing at your parted lips, kiss swollen and hungry for more, begging for more.

God, Satoru wishes he—

His entire body feels hot. Satoru's not sure if it's the rage or something else.)

"You and him aren't like that anymore, so I don't see the problem," Gojo says with a shrug.

If you could kill Satoru Gojo you would do so in a heartbeat. "Gojo, don't be ridiculous."

"Can't help it; it's my speciality," he says, cheekily sticking his tongue out. He tilts his head to the side, and though you can’t see directly, you can just imagine the expectant look in his eyes.

"I’m not showing you.”

Gojo pouts. If he thinks that’s going to convince you, he may as well quit his job as a jujutsu sorcerer and start a career as a stand-up comedian. “Do you really think it’s fair to let dumb losers see the supposedly cute lingerie when super cool and strong sorcerers like me get left in the dark?”

“Life’s not fair,” you dead pan at Gojo. Though it’s not like someone like him would really get that. “And he’s not a loser, you are.”

“Oh, so does that mean you’ll let me see?”

“I—” You start before grumbling. This is getting nowhere. At this rate the both of you will be bickering back and forth until the end of the night and you, for one, would like to have dinner (not with Gojo). “You know what, fine. I’ll show you, but if and only if, we run across some freaky-ass curse that melts clothes.”

You think your proposition is impossible. In fact, you're sure of it. So much so, that you think Gojo will call you out on it.

But he doesn't.

Instead, he grins with eager childlike excitement. "Really? You serious?"

You don't get his reaction. He does know that the chances of that happening are basically one in a bazillion, right? But then again, Gojo is a complete weirdo so you don't question it. Shrugging, you answer. "Yeah, sure."

Finding said freaky-ass curse that melts away just clothes sounds damn near impossible, so you don't see the harm in agreeing. There's basically no way you'll run into one, meaning no way you'll be giving Gojo an eyeful of your cute lacy sky blue lingerie.

You find out that Satoru Gojo must be the luckiest bastard on the face of the planet, because you end up eating your words two weeks later.

gojo why are you so pathetic lmao.

[renewedmotionforjudgment]

Since AO3 is still weird with me, posting the textfic portion of chapter 3 of "But Darling, Stay with Me" (SOKP modern lawyer AU) with @xiakeponz here. Also, this whole fic is potentially just group therapy for law school.

This segment is also known as - I think I died of secondhand embarrassment writing this because akd;fhas;kfh my worst nightmare is TEXTING THE WRONG PERSON.

Putting stuff behind cut because it's lengthy. (also, I am crying in big boobs because every bra for cup sizes D and above is just ... beige. Lots and lots of beige).

POV: when you're Xie Wei and you're editor in chief of the law review and you've put your phone on mute because oh wow, look at all of these pompous ass attorneys trying to submit their law review articles. And then you unmute your phone to see 20 something unread messages from your crush cousin's friend (whose number you obviously have just in case as an emergency contact for your cousin) and it contains an holy amount of bra pictures.

All typos are mine Jiang Xuening's.

(pictures left to right)

[freckleslikestars]

What about you girls? Sex dreams? I sleep soundly.

Or that time Aeryn wore John's underwear

FARSCAPE | 1.12 Rhapsody in Blue

[mollywog]

back for round two let’s go

🐑 (fake set of fic tags): modern au roommates, mutual pining, jealous!katniss, hot chocolate

Eeep! Thank you for playing @vasilissadragomir

Katniss Everdeen is not in love with her roommate; She doesn’t care what Finnick says. Sure he’s maybe the kindest person she’s ever met and he gives the best back rubs. And sure, there’s nothing she rather do than drink hot chocolate and commiserate with him in their home after a shitty week, but that’s because they’re friends. So what if she doesn’t like any of his girlfriends? None have been good enough for him, she honestly can’t picture anyone good enough… that is until her sister asks him out..

Adding tags: meddling Prim, matchmaking Prim, misunderstandings,

Fake fic ask game

[bidisasterevankinard]

Tease tidbit Tuesday

tagged by lovelies @bekkachaos @wikiangela @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 <333

some bra fic to tease you today (royal fic close to be done editing. really hope soon it will be published)

“You really wanted to blow me that first day?”  “Yeah. So much,”  “Want to do it now pretty boy?” Buck’s iris is completely black when Eddie looks in it wanting to say he doesn’t need to say yes just because Eddie asks, but before it Buck already kisses him again. “Yes, please Eddie. Dreamed about it too much. Please,” Buck pouts and Eddie just smiles.

“Anything you want and okay with, pretty boy,” bite on Buck’s earlobe and Eddie moves a few centimeters away from him, wanting to move them to the bed, but then he is stopped by strong hands pining him back to the wall. “We have time for bad,” Buck quietly kneels down, and raises hes beautiful eyes to him. “Want you like that.”

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[boxboxlewis]

Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough || daniel/max || but they're girls! || E || 4k

“I like, really hurt my jerkoff finger,” Daniel says. “I was biting the cuticle, which I always do, but I bit too hard I guess, and now I can't—” She twitches her finger again and widens her eyes dramatically at Max. “I haven't had an orgasm for two days."

Daniel is just a friendly, outgoing woman with absolutely no sense of appropriate boundaries. That’s all this is, probably. “Oh, wow,” Max says. "Two whole days? That is very serious. Have you called the Australian embassy? Have you alerted the press, maybe?"

[eliteseven]

Not me picturing every evanescence music video but replacing the cast with shadowheart and friends 👀👀👀

I knowwww….perhaps with a slightly newer aesthetic too? 👀 it makes me wish I possessed artistic talent so we could visualize it, but we’re gonna have to settle for our collective imagination lol

[dolls-self-ships]

trying to imagine your cleavage in an x reader when you have small boobs/are flat chested is a delicate balance of "I guess that's possible" and "my boobs would never fucking look like that"

[radiantraditz]

Dragon Ball Jisedai

"Jisedai" - "Next/Future generation" in Japanese.

Dragon Ball Jisedai is the name of a WIP I've been plotting on for quite some time now. This WIP would take place years after the events of DBZ, and would mesh my favorite aspects of GT and my favorite aspects of Super (as well as the non-canon movies and what I genuinely like from the overall franchise) into this one story.

And if the title weren't obvious, yes, the main focus would be on the next generation of Z Fighters, especially on Goten, Pan, and Uub. (Goku and Vegeta didn't go anywhere and they aren't dead, they're still around and still very present so don't worry.)

After a mysterious Super Saiyan participant won the junior division of the World Tournament, and a lackey of Frieza's stealing the Dragon Balls to revive King Cold, Bulma begins prepping some of the Z-Fighters for a space expedition to defeat King Cold again and find any other surviving Saiyans. Shenanigans ensue, Gohan and Piccolo get left behind and instead, Trunks is left in his sister's newest spaceship with Goten, Pan, Bulla, Marron, Uub, and his friend, Rulah.

Unbeknownst to the seven, a huge power vacuum turned power struggle has formed in Frieza's wake. There's the inner conflict between the last of his relatives over who gets his shares of the galaxy and his resources, resistance groups rioting and regaining control of their respective planets, and other mercenary groups and pirates who have claimed planets for themselves. King Cold's only priority are the rumored Saiyan warriors roaming about who are either liberating planets from Frieza's control or destroying the planet all together.

And that's just the Galaxy War Arc lmao.

[four-for-fidelity]

ok but what if. Gideon Nav pool boy au.

[verfound]

FIC: “We Should Honeymoon in Paris” - 5/5 (MLB; Lukanette)

Notes: …I could have waited until Sunday, but honestly if I don’t just post this now I’m going to chicken out and spiral again, even though Laurel was awesome and read through it and told me I’m being a dummy.  🖤  Besides, y’all are dying to know what happened with the bra, right…???  😇

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4

We Should Honeymoon in Paris Chapter 5

Luka was in her room.

Luka — who she had last seen this morning, watching her run away with bleary, hungover eyes — was in her room.

Standing over her bed — over an open, half-packed suitcase on her bed.

With one of her bras in his hands.

One of her nice bras.  The final project from that lingerie elective she had taken on a whim last year.

He was just…standing there.  Holding it.

And he didn’t look bleary or hungover anymore, at least, but he was still staring at her, this…unreadable expression on his face. A little guilty, maybe, because she had just caught him in her room holding one of her bras, but there was also something…something about the way he was looking at her. That familiar intensity was there, but there was something else underneath it that had her stomach flipping in…she was pretty sure it was a pleasant way. The white butterfly kind of flipping, not purple. That almost made her want to…hope.

[shutupeiffel]

Everyone else in the Oxventure tag: Making well thought out posts about the finale and it's consequences

Me, wandering in with a bubble tea: So, "Red Wine Supernova" by Chappell Roan is a Prudence/Merilwen song sung from Merilwen's perspective, right?

[dark-orca-dynasty]

I drew Theo's casual clothes for the Dead Hammerhead AU. To clarify, the newcomer Nemo is Finn, going incognito because as far as anyone knows Theo and Dannyboy are the only two people who survived the previous sub sinking (Maddy is fine too, she's living with her uncle like Finn was up until recently).

Not my best work, and not AU Finn yet, but I've been too distracted by dumb funny scenarios instead of the fic I started or the art I want to do.