#makeup long hair heels shaving my pits

[justjensenandhisalteregos]

Man! I Feel Like A Woman ~ Part 2 of I Need a Nap

Pairing: Dean Winchester x f! Reader

Warnings: (Y/N) might be sexier than Dean anticipated, hehe. Other than that just a lot of sweetness and maybe a funny Sam.

A/N: Well, ya’ll here it is! The much anticipated part two to I Need A Nap. This was a fun one to write. As always, thoughts, hearts, and reblogging are always welcome and much appreciated! X PS. The picture of the dress came out way too big so I improvised (outfits at the end)

WC: 620

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My eyes twitched between the two brothers.

Did Dean just…?

Did I just…?

Answer the dang man, (Y/N).

“Dean, yes. I’d love to be your valentine!” A wide smile tugged at each end of my lips as I felt my face get heated. I threw my arms around Dean’s neck giving him a hug.

“(Y/N)… Air…” Dean chocked between breaths.

“Oh… heh…sorry D.” I removed my arms from his neck and smiled sheepishly.

Sam sat at the table with a smug smile from what had just transpired. He looked at Dean with an I told you so smirk.

Dean rolled his eyes as Sam passed out the deli sandwiches and chips that he had brought back.

***

Dean’s POV

“So, what’s your plan Mr. Valentine?” Sam asked as he looked up from the book he was reading.

“Well, I know (Y/N) likes to dress up when the situation calls for it. I’m gonna take her to that new steakhouse that opened up last month. Then, ya know, we’ll see what happens.” I finished waggling my eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, God, Dean. Too much information!” Sam’s face scrunched up in disgust at the thought of his brother and (Y/N) doing that.

***

1:10 PM Valentines Day 2/14/98

I made it to my room, closing the door.

Quickly I got into the shower and did a complete wash down, with shampoo, deep conditioner, a vanilla sugar scrub over my entire body, and ended with a total shave down of my legs and arm pits. No hair, don’t care.

After blow drying my hair I knew I was going to curl my long hair.

Dean likes when I wear my hair curly.

Plugging in my curling iron I knew I was missing something.

Hmmm, I think this calls for a little Shania.

I smirk approving of my choice in music. I placed the CD in the stereo and shut the top. Pressing play, the stereo filled my room with the familiar first notes of Man! I Feel Like A Woman.

“No inhibitions, make no conditions

Get a little outta line

I ain't gonna act politically correct

I only wanna have a good time”

I sang to the music as I cured my hair. To keep my long curls in tack tonight, I doused my hair with hairspray and finished with makeup and and a pretty dress. I was excited because Dean told me to dress to the nines because he was taking me somewhere nice.

Grabbing the little maroon number hidden in the back of my closet, I smirked pleasingly. I had recently bought it when I had gone to California to visit my other best friend, you know just in case, I sighed happily to myself as I laid out the dress, black heels, and a black purse.

After buckling the heels, I smoothed the fabric of my dress looking at myself in the full length mirror. Once I was satisfied, I opened my bedroom door and made my way to Dean’s bedroom door, where I heard AC DC coming from it.

I knocked loudly so he could hear my knock over his loud music.

Within a minute or two Dean’s door opened as he looked up from rolling up his sleeves.

Dean smiled at me before her got a glance at my outfit. His eyes just about bulged out of their sockets. If I wasn’t watching I would have missed it because just as easily, a knowing smirk flashed across his face.

Ever so gentlemanly, Dean held out his arm for me to take as he escorted me to sit shotgun in Baby to take me on our first date, Valentine’s no less!

Part 3

[thecurioustale]

I Have a Fanatical Stance on Conventions of Body Appearance in Visual Media

In the timelines where I end up making movie, TV, or video game productions of my work, I have always had a list of several defiant guidelines that I will never compromise on, no matter what—even to the point of not making the movies if it comes to it. (Nor am I kidding about that.) Here's the list:

Body size norms for male and female actors = gone. In particular, I want to dispel the ghoulish reality we live in where female actors' upper arms look skeletal and their shoulders look almost juvenilely narrow; and, on the male side, those equally emaciated male actors who look like they're being tortured just as much as the female ones to eliminate virtually all their body fat, while also being forced to have comically broad shoulders and horrifying, steroidal musculature on their arms and torsos (and sometimes thighs). I really hate to use the word ugly, because that's not fair to the people who naturally look that way or deliberately want to look that way and work to achieve it. But I will say that the norm of imposing this shit as a societal default in our media absolutely is ugly.

Body diversity = the new hotness. I don't just mean I would make all the characters fat. I really do mean "diversity": I would ensure that my casting operation selected for a variety of body sizes and types, both within and on top of any my preexisting descriptions in written form.

Female beauty stereotypes like cosmetic makeup, big boobs, and high heels = begone! Just like it says on the tin. It blows my fucking mind that still to this day our media show female characters in war zones / apocalypse conditions / etc. in full lipstick, eyeliner, lash extensions...it's just ludicrous. Makeup for the camera, which all actors receive to "correct" for the biases of being filmed, I would keep, but the cosmetic makeup as a female default is gone. Only if characters (of any sex!) would actually want to wear cosmetic makeup, and only in situations where it would make sense for them to do so, would they be filmed in it. Same goes for the high heels. As for big chests, there would be some of that on the grounds of body diversity, but it would no longer be the norm, and bra padding for size or shape would not happen (again, unless the characters themselves had in-world personal motives for doing it because they wanted it as a part of their own look; that is night-and-day different from the production forcing it onto the characters as a meta-narrative).

Height diversity = lovely skylines. There's been a long trend favoring tall actors over short ones, and male actors are always cast as or else portrayed to be taller than their female counterparts. This artificial uniformity would be gone in favor of a natural variety of body heights.

Body hair = natural by default. Characters who would actually want to wear their hear differently (for aesthetic reasons more so than to conform to social norms for the sake of avoiding scrutiny) would of course continue to do as they liked, but no longer would this be the default. Waxed chests, sculpted beards, shaved pits...it's all an artifice of social convention. Nothing wrong with it, but neither is it the natural state of our bodies, nor is it inherently superior. We need to normalize body hair in our social conscience again.

Splotches, blotches, freckles, warts, and moles = back in business! This stuff is erased for no good reason. Societies hold onto these stupid norms of erasure out of a misapplied phobia toward the appearance of "sickness," and out of a powerful bias toward conformity.

I feel very strongly about all of this, and especially about the body size stuff. I'm really not kidding or exaggerating when I say that I would not sign any movie, TV, or game contract that did not guarantee all of the above. I do not want to participate in the cultural bigotry of homogenizing human appearance. I do not want to participate in the erasure of marginalized bodies, or the lie that what is popular is also better. For me, the items on this list would be as central to the purpose of my works as the actual contents of the story.

[kimabutch]

It’s wild how much of my butchness is tied up up with my sensory issues. 

Like, I love the way my hair looks short, it feels like me, but also long hair was a constant sensory nightmare. Some of my earliest memories involve crying at my hair being brushed or washed because I have a ridiculously sensitive scalp — I dreaded every single hairdressing appointment until I cut my hair short. Having any kind of hair in my face was distraction, but ponytails and buns pulled at my scalp. And sure, the feeling of electric clippers on my scalp also sucks, but I’d much rather have that at the barber’s every few weeks than the physical pain of brushing my hair every day. Also, newly-buzzed hair is a good sensory feeling. 

On the other hand, the feeling of leg stubble a couple days after shaving? Awful. Terrible. Especially for me, since my body hair grows out thicker and quicker than typical for my body type — I have dark, thick hair on my thighs that would require shaving every two days at least if I wanted to keep them hairless, and ditto for my tiny ‘stache or pits. Choosing not to shave has been freedom from the constant hell of growing-out body hair. 

And then there’s clothes! Again, I love “men’s” clothes for the way they look on me, but also for how they feel. I can’t stand anything that sticks close to my skin (nylons/tights were the bane of all every Sunday), and men’s clothes tend to be much less form-fitting than women’s. Women’s clothes also tend to drape and move/brush against the skin (ie the ends of dresses/skirts/scarves, off-the-shoulder shirts that don’t stay in one place), and that’s awful for me. And don’t get me started on heels, which are a goddamn shitshow of discomfort. Or makeup, which makes my skin crawl even at the thought. 

And even my dysphoria is so tangled up with my sensory issues that I often can’t tell one from the other. Do I hate the feeling of my chest moving freely because I hate feeling anything move against my skin, or because I don’t like having breasts? Do bras and binders feel bad because I don’t like things right against my skin, or because they’re a reminder of my chest? I don’t know! All I know is that since I was a teen, every single option of what to do with my chest has been thoroughly unpleasant, and every day is a negotiation for the least horrible choice. 

And what’s very interesting to me about all of this is that I know that other Very Sensitive people are completely the opposite — for some people, long head-hair and smooth skin are Good sensory feelings, while the more-structured elements of men’s clothes feel suffocating in the same way tight women’s clothes are for me. And some people might have a mix of this stuff! 

But I also don’t think it’s any coincidence that many butches I know deal with sensory overload and honestly even though my sensitivity issues are frustrating as hell sometimes, it’s super fascinating to me. 

[knittingdreams]

Fireheart - Chapter 23

Sorry for the wait! Here’s another chapter for y’all <3

If you’re following the story on Ao3, I uploaded the newest chapter there last night!! It’s a good oneee :D

If you’re not up to date, here’s the Masterlist

Tiny tag list: @tillyrubes10

CHAPTER 23

Owning the title

As Aelin got her gown out of the plastic bag from the dry cleaners, she found herself still thinking about the night before. She had stayed with Sam at the beach long into the night, and they had talked about the past few years, about everything they knew about Arobynn and their secret dreams of wishing he was out of the picture.

Sam explained he wasn’t scared about himself, but about her when he had made the deal with Arobynn; and after a lot of convincing, Sam had agreed to stop passing information to him, and only give him the information they would agree on. He also told her Arobynn had been oddly distant, traveling all the time and having secret meetings Sam wasn’t invited to. 

Aelin had even confided in Sam that she was gutted to have lost Nehemia and that it sucked not to be able to be herself with people. She was tired of lying and hiding all the time, and Sam was the only other person who could understand that. But what other option did she have? He had suggested for her to try again, to give Nehemia the chance to get closer, to get a glimpse of the real Aelin, and she had almost told him to fuck off for it. But she had promised herself to try and be the sister Sam had always seen her as, so she had just punched him in the shoulder for being obnoxious and unrealistic instead. 

She had woken up that morning feeling so much lighter, so relieved to have let such a huge weight off her shoulders. She might have fucked things up with Nehemia, but at least she had Sam back. 

A knock on the door startled her, and she went to open up.

“Since when do you knock?” She raised her brows at Sam and made sure her dressing gown was properly closed.

“Well, after our chat last night, I thought you’ve earned it.”

“You’re such a weirdo, Cortland. Come in before anybody sees you lurking around.”

She pushed Sam into the room and closed the door behind him.

“Everything good and ready for tonight?”

“Actually, I heard Arobynn talking on the phone today,” Sam said as he followed her into the bedroom. “And he’s going to that gala.”

Celaena turned around swiftly. “He, what?”

“I think he’s someone’s plus one, but I’m not sure I got that right. I just thought you ought to know.”

“Well, that sucks.”

She paced up and down the room, considering what she could do about it. Did it change anything?

“It’s a masquerade though, isn’t it? He might not even recognize you.”

“No chance of that,” she said, showing him the dress she was about to put on. “It’s one of the dresses he gifted me, and I was going to wear Fireheart’s mask because it matches it perfectly. He will know it’s me.”

The dress was a red long gown, with a low V neck that went down almost to her navel and a closed-back, all embroidered with silver and gold stones. It had short sleeves that hugged her shoulders nicely, a tight bodice that accentuated her curves, and a flowy skirt that seemed to dance around her every time she walked.

“Well, you have an excuse to be there, it’s not a big deal. I just wanted you to be mentally prepared to run into him.” Sam grabbed the dress off her hands and took it out of the hanger. He ran his fingers across the stones in the back and started opening up the hidden zip on the side. “What shoes are you wearing?”

Feeling a bit weirded out, Celaena grabbed the shoes off the side of the bed and lifted them for Sam to see them. They were high heels that wrapped up halfway through her calves.

“You’re going to give Dorian a heart attack,” Sam said laughingly. “Want a hand getting into it?” he asked as he passed her the gown.

“Oh, fuck off, Cortland, we’re not that kind of friends!” She set the gown down on the bed and started pushing Sam out of the room. “Now, come on, get out of here, I need to get ready.”

“We could be that kind of friends, you know.”

“Out, now!”

Sam laughed out loud as he was shoved all the way down the hall, and walked the rest of the way towards the front door. He grabbed the duffel bag by the entrance and turned around to smile at her before heading out the door.

“See you later!” he chanted as he closed the door between them.

“Fuck sakes, I give him a fingertip and he grabs my whole damn arm.” Celaena walked back to her room biting her lip, the laughter stuck on her chest as she tried too hard to keep it down.

An hour later, she walked down the hall, hit the call down button, and jumped into an empty elevator. When the doors opened up at the lobby, Dorian was already waiting for her, leaning against the front desk casually while talking with one of the receptionists. As she walked out, he straightened up and walked over, meeting her in the middle of the lobby.

“Wow,” he said as he offered her an arm. “You look stunning tonight, not like you don’t usually look stunning.”

“Thanks.” She hooked her elbow on his, and they turned towards the exit. “You look pretty okay yourself.”

“Okay? Wouldn’t you say… dazzling? Marvelous? Splendid?” He smiled broadly at her, and Celaena stifled a laugh.

“I’ll stick with okay.” 

It was a lie, Dorian was wearing a dark blue tuxedo with a red bowtie that matched her dress perfectly, and he did look indeed dazzling. He had a dark blue mask that covered only his eyes, making them seem a lighter shade of blue if that was even possible. They would have matched so much better if Celaena wasn’t wearing those damned contact lenses. His dark hair was the perfect contrast to her ash-blond curls, and as she caught a glimpse of themselves in the mirror by the entrance, she realized heads would be turning their way all night... And there was no way Arobynn wouldn’t notice her.

They rode alone in a limousine, Dorian trying to make small talk and convince her to stay till later the whole time. Walking into the venue, heads did turn their way, and Dorian greeted absolutely everybody, introducing her to other businessmen, female entrepreneurs, and even a few family members. He was polite and kind to everybody, and Celaena was surprised to see a side of him she hadn’t seen at school. 

The stuck-up guy was gone, and a more formal but caring Dorian was showing instead.

“Celaena, would you like a drink before we head towards the dining room?” he asked her once they had greeted everybody.

“Uhm, sure, just a glass of water would be fine.”

“Really?” He scowled.

“Yes, that’s all I want for now. Get them to pour it in a flute if it makes you happier. You can even make it sparkling water. Fancier, you know.”

Dorian shook his head before walking away and leaving her in the middle of the room by herself. She shouldn’t have been surprised that Arobynn found his way to her side as fast as he did once Dorian was gone.

“Funny to see you here,” he whispered into her ear, casually standing next to her with a drink in his hand. 

“I could say the same,” she replied politely.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for a fight? I have a lot of money on tonight,” he said as he looked to the front, pretending he wasn’t talking to her.

“Don’t worry, you won’t lose a dime.” She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing at him sideways. 

Arobynn was wearing a black tuxedo with a black shirt and black bowtie. He was freshly shaved, and his hair was shorter than the last time she had seen him, which meant he was probably trying to impress someone; but who?

“Let’s just hope things don’t go sour like last time.”

Celaena turned to look at him nimbly, but Arobynn was already walking away, getting lost between the crowd.

“Are you okay?” Dorian asked, reaching her at that moment, and passing her a flute of sparkling water with a slice of lemon inside. “Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Yes, fine. Let’s go find our table, my feet are sore already.”

“Sure thing, this way.”

Dorian guided her between the crowd, saying a few words here and there to people she didn’t pay any attention to. Plates came and went, and she cut food up and shoved it into her mouth without really tasting it. She said her piece when people talked to her, and stared at the stage as strangers gave out speeches. But the whole time, Arobynn’s words were playing back in her mind.

Sam couldn’t have told him anything; Sam hadn’t even known.

And Arobynn had acted like he didn’t know anything about it during the weekend, so what had changed? Had anything even changed, or was Arobynn playing with her? He was seated on a table towards the back, and she could barely see his figure from so far away. She had glanced his way a few times, but all she could see was his profile, and the long dark hair from the lady sitting next to him.

Once the time for her to leave came, she purposely walked past his table and caught the lady as she was standing up and walking out of the room. She was wearing a silver gown that hugged her curves nicely and watching her from behind, she could have been anywhere between 20 and 40 years old. Celaena tried to follow the woman but lost her in the lobby as she walked into the women's bathroom. She considered going into the bathroom for a fraction of a second, but she was running out of time and she couldn’t afford to be late. 

She walked out of the venue and found her motorbike parked at the back, where Sam had left it for her. She lifted the seat and pulled out her black leggings, then put them on under the dress, and folded the dress up as much as she could manage. She closed her jacket over the dress covering most of it and pulled her hair up in a low ponytail. She rode over to the fighting pit, where Sam would be waiting for her with the full change of clothes. At least, she already had her mask on and didn’t need to worry about makeup or hiding her identity any further. 

The Fossa was already packed when she arrived, and the crowd was going wild. Celaena nodded at Connall as she walked through the back door, who barely nodded back. She didn’t see either Rowan nor Fenrys as she made her way to the backroom; not like she was looking for them anyway.

Sam handed her the duffle bag as soon as she walked in and she sneaked into the changing rooms. Luckily, there was a women’s changing room that was always empty, where she got rid of the dress and put on a short-sleeved red top. She was done with black, she was out of the shadows, she was fire, and she would live up to the name.

“Ready?” Sam asked as she walked back into the room and scanned the small crowd. To her surprise -and delight- Cain was nowhere to be seen.

“Always.” 

“Good, because I think you’re up first.”

“Great. By the way, the mask suits you.” She laughed at Sam’s annoyed look; the black mask was similar to hers and looked hilarious on Sam. But it was a necessary measure now that they knew someone from school was lurking around the pits too. If Lorcan recognized either of them, they could potentially get into a lot of shit. It was better if neither of them could be traced back to the school and stayed anonymous. The masks didn’t conceal the whole of their faces, but it was enough to make them harder to recognize to strangers. Or so she hoped.

Fenrys poked into the back room as Celaena was still laughing at Sam’s expression, and looked straight at her with a serious look on his eyes. 

“Fireheart, you’re up.” He turned his gaze towards Sam for a moment, and then turned around and was out of the room. She followed him out, and they walked the short hall towards the stage.

“Missed me?” Fenrys whisper-yelled as they walked, the crowd roaring around them.

“Not at all.” She kept her eyes on the stage, her chin up, not looking at the crowd.

“Was that your mysterious boyfriend?”

“None of your business.”

“So sassy, I love it. Good luck, girl.”

They reached the stage, and she looked at him for a fraction of a second. “I’m not your girl, and I don’t need luck.” She finished with a wink and jumped onto the platform. 

While her rival jumped onto the stage too, she looked around the crowd quickly. No woman was lurking in the shadows, and there was no sign of Rowan anywhere around the venue either. She spotted Lorcan far away, minding the crowd close to the customer’s entrance; and then the fight started.

She was back to her usual self, and she felt fast and confident as she danced around the stage, giving the crowd the show they had paid for. After the suffering she had endured after the last fight, she wasn’t looking for a clean and quick fight, she was eager to get her hands dirty, to make someone suffer. She was merciless, she was ash, and smoke, and embers. She was blazing, and no one could beat her. Fireheart punched and kicked, sidestepped and twirled, blocked and jabbed. She was unstoppable, and by the time the fight was over, there wasn’t a single new bruise on her body.

“That was impressive,” Fenrys said as she jumped down, the crowd roaring so loud that she could barely hear him. She scoffed as she walked right past him, and kept walking towards the back room.

“I was just warming up.”

[artificialqueens]

Hold Still (Biadore) - Tanawrites

Summary - part of the Summer Lovin’ challenge for the prompt bathing suit. What might have happened if Bianca and Adore were paired up for the swimsuit challenge in season 6.

A/N - I’ve just done another rewatch of my absolute fav season of Drag Race (thanks corona for all the spare time I’ve had) and I’m just honestly obsessed with these two. I couldn’t help but be inspired by some of my favourite of their moments and the idea of them being friends early on!

-

“I want you to pair up with a queen who was not in your original group."  

Now it made sense to Roy the way the production team had carefully arranged them in the workroom that morning. A glance to either side of him was enough to confirm, the lineup was alternating the queens from the two groups and from the expecting grin on RuPaul’s face, it was intended to throw them off.

Some of the pairings made sounds of approval, a few air kisses exchanged and the clasp of hands.

He turned to his right and came face-to-face with one of the younger queens. Not his first choice but it wasn’t really Danny’s fault in particular. Roy was bound to be doubtful of any of the queens he hadn’t worked with yet - it was in his nature to question everybody until he saw for himself what they could do. Especially when his success was relying partly on them as well.

Responding to Danny’s exaggerated look of hesitancy as he stepped closer to affirm them as a team, Roy sideyed Danny. He looked him up and down once before turning back to listen to their rest of their instructions, figuring that would be enough for the cameras. He just hoped it would be used as a foreshadowing in the edit because their unlikely pairing had won them the challenge rather than the alternative.

“…combine bodies to create one lip syncing, bikini wearing bathing beauty.”

Despite Roy’s uncertainty about his partner, he was amused by the challenge. It sure as hell beat trying to look sexy with feathers stuck to Bianca’s lipstick. At least he could bring humour into this.

“Go!”

Once the initial rush of twelve grown men shoving and grabbing for their choice of swimwear, which was about as pleasant as it sounded, Roy took his findings back to his station.

He’d managed to snag a one-piece bathing suit and a sheer cover-up - neither of which he would have had in the suitcases he’d packed, hardly something Bianca would ever perform in. After rifling through one of his bags, he pulled out a floppy hat and large flower that he could pin on his front to hide the fact that he wouldn’t have time to fashion Bianca’s usual chest.

Quick drag was never something he chose to do  - not when he painted Bianca’s face the way he did or with how precise he liked his drag to be. Always tucked neat and tightly, Bianca’s curves cinched and padded to the now familiar figure, never a hair out of place or signature bold makeup smudged.

Before he got started on the transition into Bianca, his eyes sought out another’s from across the room. Once Danny met his gaze, Roy tilted his head slightly in invitation.

“So just based on first impressions, you don’t exactly strike me as a top, queen.”

Before his words could leave a sting, Roy was continuing, gesturing to Danny as he spoke now that he was standing in front of him.

“Plus, we can do a lot more with those legs than my stumps. Work for you?”

Danny nodded, seemingly either too startled or intimidated by Roy’s unquestionable authority to verbally respond. It wasn’t personal, nor intended to be rude on Roy’s behalf. He was used to a time crunch, not usually as pressing as this one but he was a hit the ground running kind of person to begin with.

It seemed though that Danny wasn’t totally acting for the cameras earlier if his current apprehension was anything to go off. Roy wasn’t heartless though, no one should be scared of him, so he dropped his voice a little and relaxed his position from where he had tensed from the urgency of the challenge.

“Great, do what you need to do and meet me back here so we can plan something out? It’s going to take the rest of these bitches that long just to get made up.”

“Party.”

Settling for a roll of his eyes and stubbornly denying the small tug at the corners of his lips at the response, Roy got to work as Danny left his station grinning. It was easier to work together if Danny wasn’t too busy tiptoeing around him, Roy told himself.

Just as Bianca pulled her bangs into the right position and secured them with a pin, Adore was sidling up to her chair, steeled with a new confidence.

“So, I have an idea.”

-

After Danny’s initial panic about working with Roy, the queen already having a reputation for reading their fellow competitors to filth, there came the panic of the challenge.

Adore barely tucked on a good day, let alone well enough to have her crotch on full display.

It was a partner challenge though and after Roy had taken the reins on their team, Danny knew there were expectations for him to meet for someone other than himself now. He only partially understood the reputation proceeding Bianca. She was sharp-tongued there was no doubt about it but who could blame a bitch for being blunt?

He’d approached Roy at Bianca’s station with a hint of hesitancy but walked away optimistic. More importantly, he walked away with a clear head.

Known for being eccentric and impulsive in his behaviour, Danny found it hard to stay focused. Determined, yes but organising all his creative thoughts was something he struggled with. Roy’s assertiveness had allowed Danny to direct his attention without any of the struggle.

Sharing a grin with Laganja in their shared work space, he ignored the way Laganja was trying to catch his gaze. It would no doubt be about his pairing, Laganja whispering in Adore’s ear just yesterday about how scary Bianca seemed after the warning snapped at Gia almost as soon as they’d met. Danny didn’t have the time right now though, almost able to hear seconds ticking away from them before they had to be ready.

Never one to be shy, Danny dropped his pants and reached for his rarely used tape and got to work. He could hear everyone else working in a fluster around him and usually, he would be the kind to be poking his head around and cracking jokes. It was their first challenge as a full group and he wanted to make an impression on Ru and the other queens.

Once he was tucked, tighter than he had been in a long time, he reached for the swimsuit. Danny had grabbed a bright matching bikini and pulled on the bottoms, making sure he looked as flat as he could down there. After a moment of hesitation, he grinned and put the top on as well, covering his flat chest and tugging a crop top on over the top. It wasn’t like anybody was going to see his top half during the challenge but it was very on brand for Adore.

Grateful he’d recently shaved his legs and painted his toes, he slipped his feet into strappy heels that he had to lace a little up his calves. It didn’t totally make sense for a beach but after a glance over at Bianca and her outfit, he decided it matched enough for what he had in mind for their performance.

Grabbing a heart shaped pair of glasses that were left on the table of offerings, Adore grinned and continued on to Bianca’s work space.

“So I have an idea.” She held out the glasses. “And I thought these might save you some time.”

-

Standing next to Adore as they waited for their turn, Bianca laughed at Courtney and Laganja’s rehearsed joke. Once they were motioned for their tone, she took the towels from a member of the pit crew and led their way into the sandpit.

She let Adore lay down first, watching as she shifted around in discomfort. She was expecting it though, having watched a few more pairs go before them.

“Here.” She folded up one of the towels and handed it over to Adore who looked cluelessly up at her. “Use it as a pillow, fuck getting sand in your ass and your hair.”

Once Adore laid back seemingly more comfortably, Bianca moved into position but glanced back before she lowered herself to sit on Adore’s stomach.

“Alright back there?”

“I’m good.”

Bianca nodded and lowered onto her knees, supporting her weight entirely on her legs with her legs spread as wide as she could so Adore had enough room for movement.

“Still good?”

She watched Adore hesitate for a moment before shuffling down a little more and reaching for Bianca’s hips, assuring her hands would be out of the sight for those looking front on.

“For leverage, so I can move my body.”

Adore’s explanation was drawn out in a tone Bianca couldn’t quite put her finger on who it was an impression of but she chuckled nonetheless before taking it as confirmation that they were ready and she could settle the rest of the towels around them. Once she was satisfied they were fitting the illusion, she was nodding that they were ready to start the song.

-

“And the winners of the mini challenge are…Adore and Bianca!”

Bianca let Adore press against her side for their victory shot, her arm raising to wrap around Adore’s shoulders for a quick squeeze as they shared an equally surprised and pleased look.

Their win had come slightly as a shock. They had done well but after watching Courtney’s facial expressions and the man-handling of Laganja’s legs which was hilarious, Bianca’s confidence in her own pairing had lessened. Apparently Bianca’s comedic take on Adore’s burlesque style show with her legs had bumped them over though and she certainly wasn’t complaining.

She wasn’t expecting Adore to return to her station so quickly or with specific ideas for their lip sync. The sunglasses had been a save as well, allowing them an extra five minutes of planning out their performance which was another tick for Adore in Bianca’s mental checklist. Overall, she had been impressed.

Their victory didn’t last long though because soon enough they were separated and picking queens for teams to work against one another as captains for the maxi challenge.

-

“So would you pick from the other team to work with?”

“Bianca.”

Adore didn’t have to think twice before answering the question directed to her once they were in the untucked lounge. She hadn’t gone well in the filming challenge, far too in her own head to concentrate on her lines. She’d bombed the runway as well, getting more critiques than compliments on her look. It had shaken her confidence and she was embarrassed, especially after winning the mini challenge with Bianca earlier that day.

Working with Bianca was a stark contrast than how the group challenge had gone. Having to follow a script had limited Adore’s creative ability and she felt stifled in her group, relying on all of them and none of them all at once.

She had no qualms about repeating her answer when the rest of the group joined them as well, asking what they’d missed out on.

“DeLa asked me who I’d want to work with from the other queens and I said you.”

“Wait, what’s your name again?”

Said with no bite, Adore laughed around her cocktail at Bianca’s response. Most of the other queens looked surprised but Courtney laughed as well, clearly seeing through Bianca’s tone or simply enjoying it enough that she didn’t care if it was said in jest or not.

Adore hadn’t been in good spirits since the runway, trapped in her own thoughts that were desperately battling against the voices in her head that were repeating the judges critiques, her own saying that she wasn’t good enough, the other queens from her group saying her leadership landed in the bottom. The rest of the group, Bianca especially who always seemed to radiate an authority over the room, was a welcome distraction.

“Like yeah she’s a bitch but she’s helpful as well. We killed the rest of you in the mini challenge and even though we’re both really big personalities and I thought we’d clash, it ended up working for us.”

Adore shrugged but she caught the rare smile Bianca sent her way before her expression changed, guarded again against the rest of their competitors.

“I’d choose Adore too if we had to pick someone to work with again.” Bianca pursed her lips before continuing. “I’d make out with her over Courtney again any day.”

After the expected returning quip from Courtney, the conversation shifted and Adore was grateful to take a backseat from the centre of attention. It was the first real challenge, against all the girls and she had disappointed herself. Her mind was racing again, self doubt rising up and forming a lump in her throat.

She had tuned out of the conversation so much so that only the couch dipping beside her as the rest of the queens stood up around her broke her from her thoughts. She mumbled a distracted ‘thanks’ to who was holding the curtain back for everyone before her but faltered when a black nailed hand curled around her arm and pulled her to a stop.

Face to face with Bianca, Adore swallowed thickly and let a small grin curl her lips.

“You trying to make out with me now? Because I don’t really think we have time.”

She was pleased to hear Bianca laugh as Adore referenced her earlier joke, quieter than her usual cackles but it felt even more genuine somehow.

“I just wanted to say not to take it too hard, kid.”

Adore considered arguing back, holding up a stronger front against someone who was supposed to be her competition. Someone who was her biggest competition especially.

It didn’t seem to be worth it though, not when Bianca had already seen straight through her. Not when Adore felt Bianca’s gaze on the side of her face rather than the screen as they watched their teams movies and her jaw was tight as she tried to shield how embarrassed she was on the runway.

“I…thanks Bianca.”

“Come on, let’s go see what these queens pull out their asses. Think Vivacious will attempt a death drop?”

Adore’s laughter followed them down the hallway, Bianca’s arm around her shoulders and her own around Bianca’s slim waist as they walked together and Adore felt lucky. Lucky that she seemed to have a friend, other than Laganja who seemed off and unrecognisable, and lucky that she had seemingly evaded Hurricane Bianca, for whatever reason Adore didn’t dare to question.

[writethehousedown]

Hold Still (Biadore) - tanawrites

Summary - part of the Summer Lovin’ challenge for the prompt bathing suit. What might have happened if Bianca and Adore were paired up for the swimsuit challenge in season 6.

A/N - I’ve just done another rewatch of my absolute fav season of Drag Race (thanks corona for all the spare time I’ve had) and I’m just honestly obsessed with these two. I couldn’t help but be inspired by some of my favourite of their moments and the idea of them being friends early on!

“I want you to pair up with a queen who was not in your original group."  

Now it made sense to Roy the way the production team had carefully arranged them in the workroom that morning. A glance to either side of him was enough to confirm, the lineup was alternating the queens from the two groups and from the expecting grin on RuPaul’s face, it was intended to throw them off.

Some of the pairings made sounds of approval, a few air kisses exchanged and the clasp of hands.

He turned to his right and came face-to-face with one of the younger queens. Not his first choice but it wasn’t really Danny’s fault in particular. Roy was bound to be doubtful of any of the queens he hadn’t worked with yet - it was in his nature to question everybody until he saw for himself what they could do. Especially when his success was relying partly on them as well.

Responding to Danny’s exaggerated look of hesitancy as he stepped closer to affirm them as a team, Roy sideyed Danny. He looked him up and down once before turning back to listen to their rest of their instructions, figuring that would be enough for the cameras. He just hoped it would be used as a foreshadowing in the edit because their unlikely pairing had won them the challenge rather than the alternative.

“…combine bodies to create one lip syncing, bikini wearing bathing beauty.”

Despite Roy’s uncertainty about his partner, he was amused by the challenge. It sure as hell beat trying to look sexy with feathers stuck to Bianca’s lipstick. At least he could bring humour into this.

“Go!”

Once the initial rush of twelve grown men shoving and grabbing for their choice of swimwear, which was about as pleasant as it sounded, Roy took his findings back to his station.

He’d managed to snag a one-piece bathing suit and a sheer cover-up - neither of which he would have had in the suitcases he’d packed, hardly something Bianca would ever perform in. After rifling through one of his bags, he pulled out a floppy hat and large flower that he could pin on his front to hide the fact that he wouldn’t have time to fashion Bianca’s usual chest.

Quick drag was never something he chose to do  - not when he painted Bianca’s face the way he did or with how precise he liked his drag to be. Always tucked neat and tightly, Bianca’s curves cinched and padded to the now familiar figure, never a hair out of place or signature bold makeup smudged.

Before he got started on the transition into Bianca, his eyes sought out another’s from across the room. Once Danny met his gaze, Roy tilted his head slightly in invitation.

“So just based on first impressions, you don’t exactly strike me as a top, queen.”

Before his words could leave a sting, Roy was continuing, gesturing to Danny as he spoke now that he was standing in front of him.

“Plus, we can do a lot more with those legs than my stumps. Work for you?”

Danny nodded, seemingly either too startled or intimidated by Roy’s unquestionable authority to verbally respond. It wasn’t personal, nor intended to be rude on Roy’s behalf. He was used to a time crunch, not usually as pressing as this one but he was a hit the ground running kind of person to begin with.

It seemed though that Danny wasn’t totally acting for the cameras earlier if his current apprehension was anything to go off. Roy wasn’t heartless though, no one should be scared of him, so he dropped his voice a little and relaxed his position from where he had tensed from the urgency of the challenge.

“Great, do what you need to do and meet me back here so we can plan something out? It’s going to take the rest of these bitches that long just to get made up.”

“Party.”

Settling for a roll of his eyes and stubbornly denying the small tug at the corners of his lips at the response, Roy got to work as Danny left his station grinning. It was easier to work together if Danny wasn’t too busy tiptoeing around him, Roy told himself.

Just as Bianca pulled her bangs into the right position and secured them with a pin, Adore was sidling up to her chair, steeled with a new confidence.

“So, I have an idea.”

-

After Danny’s initial panic about working with Roy, the queen already having a reputation for reading their fellow competitors to filth, there came the panic of the challenge.

Adore barely tucked on a good day, let alone well enough to have her crotch on full display.

It was a partner challenge though and after Roy had taken the reins on their team, Danny knew there were expectations for him to meet for someone other than himself now. He only partially understood the reputation proceeding Bianca. She was sharp-tongued there was no doubt about it but who could blame a bitch for being blunt?

He’d approached Roy at Bianca’s station with a hint of hesitancy but walked away optimistic. More importantly, he walked away with a clear head.

Known for being eccentric and impulsive in his behaviour, Danny found it hard to stay focused. Determined, yes but organising all his creative thoughts was something he struggled with. Roy’s assertiveness had allowed Danny to direct his attention without any of the struggle.

Sharing a grin with Laganja in their shared work space, he ignored the way Laganja was trying to catch his gaze. It would no doubt be about his pairing, Laganja whispering in Adore’s ear just yesterday about how scary Bianca seemed after the warning snapped at Gia almost as soon as they’d met. Danny didn’t have the time right now though, almost able to hear seconds ticking away from them before they had to be ready.

Never one to be shy, Danny dropped his pants and reached for his rarely used tape and got to work. He could hear everyone else working in a fluster around him and usually, he would be the kind to be poking his head around and cracking jokes. It was their first challenge as a full group and he wanted to make an impression on Ru and the other queens.

Once he was tucked, tighter than he had been in a long time, he reached for the swimsuit. Danny had grabbed a bright matching bikini and pulled on the bottoms, making sure he looked as flat as he could down there. After a moment of hesitation, he grinned and put the top on as well, covering his flat chest and tugging a crop top on over the top. It wasn’t like anybody was going to see his top half during the challenge but it was very on brand for Adore.

Grateful he’d recently shaved his legs and painted his toes, he slipped his feet into strappy heels that he had to lace a little up his calves. It didn’t totally make sense for a beach but after a glance over at Bianca and her outfit, he decided it matched enough for what he had in mind for their performance.

Grabbing a heart shaped pair of glasses that were left on the table of offerings, Adore grinned and continued on to Bianca’s work space.

“So I have an idea.” She held out the glasses. “And I thought these might save you some time.”

-

Standing next to Adore as they waited for their turn, Bianca laughed at Courtney and Laganja’s rehearsed joke. Once they were motioned for their tone, she took the towels from a member of the pit crew and led their way into the sandpit.

She let Adore lay down first, watching as she shifted around in discomfort. She was expecting it though, having watched a few more pairs go before them.

“Here.” She folded up one of the towels and handed it over to Adore who looked cluelessly up at her. “Use it as a pillow, fuck getting sand in your ass and your hair.”

Once Adore laid back seemingly more comfortably, Bianca moved into position but glanced back before she lowered herself to sit on Adore’s stomach.

“Alright back there?”

“I’m good.”

Bianca nodded and lowered onto her knees, supporting her weight entirely on her legs with her legs spread as wide as she could so Adore had enough room for movement.

“Still good?”

She watched Adore hesitate for a moment before shuffling down a little more and reaching for Bianca’s hips, assuring her hands would be out of the sight for those looking front on.

“For leverage, so I can move my body.”

Adore’s explanation was drawn out in a tone Bianca couldn’t quite put her finger on who it was an impression of but she chuckled nonetheless before taking it as confirmation that they were ready and she could settle the rest of the towels around them. Once she was satisfied they were fitting the illusion, she was nodding that they were ready to start the song.

-

“And the winners of the mini challenge are…Adore and Bianca!”

Bianca let Adore press against her side for their victory shot, her arm raising to wrap around Adore’s shoulders for a quick squeeze as they shared an equally surprised and pleased look.

Their win had come slightly as a shock. They had done well but after watching Courtney’s facial expressions and the man-handling of Laganja’s legs which was hilarious, Bianca’s confidence in her own pairing had lessened. Apparently Bianca’s comedic take on Adore’s burlesque style show with her legs had bumped them over though and she certainly wasn’t complaining.

She wasn’t expecting Adore to return to her station so quickly or with specific ideas for their lip sync. The sunglasses had been a save as well, allowing them an extra five minutes of planning out their performance which was another tick for Adore in Bianca’s mental checklist. Overall, she had been impressed.

Their victory didn’t last long though because soon enough they were separated and picking queens for teams to work against one another as captains for the maxi challenge.

-

“So would you pick from the other team to work with?”

“Bianca.”

Adore didn’t have to think twice before answering the question directed to her once they were in the untucked lounge. She hadn’t gone well in the filming challenge, far too in her own head to concentrate on her lines. She’d bombed the runway as well, getting more critiques than compliments on her look. It had shaken her confidence and she was embarrassed, especially after winning the mini challenge with Bianca earlier that day.

Working with Bianca was a stark contrast than how the group challenge had gone. Having to follow a script had limited Adore’s creative ability and she felt stifled in her group, relying on all of them and none of them all at once.

She had no qualms about repeating her answer when the rest of the group joined them as well, asking what they’d missed out on.

“DeLa asked me who I’d want to work with from the other queens and I said you.”

“Wait, what’s your name again?”

Said with no bite, Adore laughed around her cocktail at Bianca’s response. Most of the other queens looked surprised but Courtney laughed as well, clearly seeing through Bianca’s tone or simply enjoying it enough that she didn’t care if it was said in jest or not.

Adore hadn’t been in good spirits since the runway, trapped in her own thoughts that were desperately battling against the voices in her head that were repeating the judges critiques, her own saying that she wasn’t good enough, the other queens from her group saying her leadership landed in the bottom. The rest of the group, Bianca especially who always seemed to radiate an authority over the room, was a welcome distraction.

“Like yeah she’s a bitch but she’s helpful as well. We killed the rest of you in the mini challenge and even though we’re both really big personalities and I thought we’d clash, it ended up working for us.”

Adore shrugged but she caught the rare smile Bianca sent her way before her expression changed, guarded again against the rest of their competitors.

“I’d choose Adore too if we had to pick someone to work with again.” Bianca pursed her lips before continuing. “I’d make out with her over Courtney again any day.”

After the expected returning quip from Courtney, the conversation shifted and Adore was grateful to take a backseat from the centre of attention. It was the first real challenge, against all the girls and she had disappointed herself. Her mind was racing again, self doubt rising up and forming a lump in her throat.

She had tuned out of the conversation so much so that only the couch dipping beside her as the rest of the queens stood up around her broke her from her thoughts. She mumbled a distracted ‘thanks’ to who was holding the curtain back for everyone before her but faltered when a black nailed hand curled around her arm and pulled her to a stop.

Face to face with Bianca, Adore swallowed thickly and let a small grin curl her lips.

“You trying to make out with me now? Because I don’t really think we have time.”

She was pleased to hear Bianca laugh as Adore referenced her earlier joke, quieter than her usual cackles but it felt even more genuine somehow.

“I just wanted to say not to take it too hard, kid.”

Adore considered arguing back, holding up a stronger front against someone who was supposed to be her competition. Someone who was her biggest competition especially.

It didn’t seem to be worth it though, not when Bianca had already seen straight through her. Not when Adore felt Bianca’s gaze on the side of her face rather than the screen as they watched their teams movies and her jaw was tight as she tried to shield how embarrassed she was on the runway.

“I…thanks Bianca.”

“Come on, let’s go see what these queens pull out their asses. Think Vivacious will attempt a death drop?”

Adore’s laughter followed them down the hallway, Bianca’s arm around her shoulders and her own around Bianca’s slim waist as they walked together and Adore felt lucky. Lucky that she seemed to have a friend, other than Laganja who seemed off and unrecognisable, and lucky that she had seemingly evaded Hurricane Bianca, for whatever reason Adore didn’t dare to question.

[dolanssunshine]

💦No Means No💦 Grayson Dolan

Summary : Y/N sneaks out of the house to go clubbing with her friends when Grayson specifically told her not to. When she gets caught by Grayson at the club she knows she’s in for punishment.

Warnings : daddy! Grayson, spanking, deep throating, face fucking, choking & hair pulling.

Y/N and Grayson have been together for almost a strong year. They always do things together and she always does whatever Grayson asks her to do whether it’s make him something to eat or wash his clothes for him but she dos it because loves him. So when Y/N asked him if she can go out with her best friends she thought Grayson would say yes but he did the exact opposite.

“Babe Y/BF/N want to go out tonight to this club downtown can I go with her?” Y/N asked her boyfriend who sat on the sofa in the living room.

   Grayson turns his head to her looking away from the tv, he looked up up and down before speaking. “No.”

“Why no?” She asked taken back.

“That’s my answer and I’m sticking with it.” Grayson says in firm tone.

“Okay but why can’t I go out and have fun with my friends? You can go out with your friends and have fun.” Y/N protested as she followed Grayson to the kitchen.

   The only reason Grayson said no is because he knows how Y/N can get when she gets a couple drinks in her. She can get careless and flirt with other guys as if she didn’t have a boyfriend.

“Y/N I said no and that’s that.” Grayson had said before walking away towards his room.

   Y/N lets out a groan of frustration as she stomps towards the sofa and plops down on it. She sat there a few minutes with arms crossed like a child but then she smirks as she gets an idea. Oh she’s gonna go out tonight, she just has to wait until Grayson is sleep. Later on that night she showered and shaved, doing the simple things, that way when Grayson is sleep she can pull on her dress and heels then sneak out. As Y/N laid next to Grayson waiting for time to finally come she grew impatient.

   Finally when she knew Grayson was in a deep slumber she quietly snuck out of the bed careful not to wake up Grayson and slipped on her green dress. She did her makeup and leaves Grayson’s bedroom with her heels in hand before picking up her car keys and leaving the house. Arriving at the club Y/N slid on her heels then walks to the club entrance where she sees her best friend Y/BF/N waiting on her.

“Girl what took you so long?” Y/BF/N asked Y/N.

“I’m sorry I had to sneak out. I had to wait until rayson fell into a deep sleep.” Y/N explains.

“Well good now that you’re here, let’s go inside.” Y/BF/N says as they both showed their ID’s to the bouncer.

   As the two girls walk inside they immediately walked up to the bar and order a drink. “ Here’s to having a fun night.”

“Cheers.” Y/N said as the two clinked their cups together.

   The two best friends made their way to the dance floor and started dancing to the song Big Ol’ Freak by Megan Thee Stallion. They shook their asses even when two guys came up to them placing their hands on the girls hips. Little did Y/N know that her boyfriend stood there fuming watching her. Grayson’s blood boiled as he watched another man put his hands on what is HIS. He’s also mad at the fact he specifically told Y/N not to go out tonight but she didn’t obey.

   So Grayson knew exactly what he had to do to make Y/N obey and submit to him. Not being able to handle what he’s seeing he marches over to where his girlfriend was dancing with the unknown male and grabbed her by the arm startling her.

“Holy shit!” Y/N’s best friend says.

“OMG! Grayson!?” Y/N says astonished.

“Yea its Grayson your BOYFRIEND.” Grayson growls.

“What-how y-you,” Y/N stuttered out.

“What? You thought I was asleep?” Grayson asked getting right up in her face.

“N-no I-I-I,” Y/N stuttered again.

“Listen. You give me the keys to your car and you get in and say nothing. “ Grayson tells Y/N in a demanding tone.

“I-I-I’m-,” Y/N started to say but Grayson cut her off.

“NOW!” He yelled over the music.

   To say that Y/N was scared and turned on at the same time is understatement as her heart raced and panties became wet. She felt belittled and embarrassed as she walks towards the entrance, people staring at her. As the couple made it outside Y/N squirmed and yanked trying to get out of Grayson’s tight grip only to have her back slammed against the car door.

“What the hell Grayson!” Y/N yells.

“Shut the fuck up. I told you NOT to come out did I not?” Grayson asked his scared girlfriend.

“Yes but I only wanted to have fun.” Y/N said on the verge of tears.

“Not only did you disobey me and came out but you were drinking and dancing on some other man that’s not ME!” Grayson said in a dangerous tone.

“I’m sorry Gray-,” Y/N started to say but Grayson cut her off.

“Listen to me. Get in the fucking and don’t say a word.” Grayson demanded.

   With no hesitation Y/N opens the door to the passenger side and plops down in the seat. The car ride to the house was filled with awkward silence and Y/N knew that if she was to say anything Grayson would kill her. Grayson parks the car and gets out before opening the passenger side door and yanking Y/N out of it. Once the two were in the house Grayson drags Y/N behind him to his room where he closes the door and locks it.

“Look Grayson I’m sorry for sneaking out tonight okay.” Y/N apologizes which made Grayson laugh.

“You can say sorry all you want but it still won’t deter me from punishing you.” Grayson says as his hands peels his sweatpants down. “Get on your knees and open your mouth with hands behind your back.”

   Y/N was hesitant at first but obliged by sinking down to her knees in front of Grayson coming face to face with his hard dick. She sticks her tongue out licking the tip only for Grayson to yank her back by her hair. Grayson teased her by sliding his dick against her tongue, her saliva coated him as lubricant to accommodate. Whenever the head of his dick would push up against her throat Y/N’s pussy would get more wet. She took in a breath before Grayson slides down her throat. Grayson and Y/N’s eyes locked as his thrusts got faster and faster.

   Saliva mixed with Grayson’s precum trailed down the sides of her mouth and down her chin as Grayson repeatedly hit the back of her throat causing her to gag. The feeling of her throat closing around him made Grayson’s eye roll to the back of his head. “You dirty fucking bitch. You like daddy fucing your throat like this?”

   Y/N hummed in response causing Grayson to hiss. The more Grayson fucks her mouth the more saliva that poured down her chin to her clothed breasts. At the pit of his stomach Grayson could feel himself getting ready to cum.

“Cum in my mouth please daddy.” Y/N seductively spoke in a sultry voice.

   With hooded eyes Grayson stroked himself staring into her eyes. Like the good girl she is Y/N opened her mouth, tongue sticking out. Grayson’s balls tightened and he groaned mumbling, “Fuck.”

   His orgasm explodes as he cums hard into Y/N’s awaiting mouth in which she catches every last drop. Grayson gorans as his cock began to throb again. By force he pulls Y/N up to stand and makes her strips out of her dress growling as he sees she’s not earning any panties underneath her dress.Y/N lets out a giggle as Grayson pushes her onto the bed.

“You’re such a bad girl.” Grayson spoke as he spanks her thigh.

   Grayson couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. Y/N’s skin was glistening with sweat, her mouth covered in spit. He grabs her thighs spreading them open and latches onto her juicy clit. Her legs shook as Grayson circled her pussy hole with his tongue before dipping it in.Y/N’s cunt looked like a juicy fruit oozing its essence, going down the crack of her ass. Moans filled the room sound like music to Grayson’s ears.

   Grayson feasted on her so good it had hr legs shaking. His rip became tighter around her thighs as he held them down. Y/N felt so much overwhelmed and she needed to cum. “Oh fuck! Please make me cum daddy!”

Grayson smirks pulling away. “ Nah I don’t think you should get that privilege.”

“Please daddy please! I won’t disobey you ever again.” Y/N’s pleas turned into whimpers.

“Well since you begged so nicely.” Grayson smiles wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her closer to his mouth.

“Shhiiitt daddy!” Y/N screams fists clenching the sheets.

   Her moans rang out through the room as her orgasm hits her and Grayson licks her clean. He kisses up her naked body, sucking the skin on her neck making her moan softly. Grayson found himself hard again as he led hard cock into her sopping wet cunt making Y/N gasp.

“Oh fuck so nice and tight for me.” Grayson groans as her walls squeezed him.

“I love the way you fill me up daddy.” Y/N moans feeling his thick cock rubs against every nook and cranny of her soft walls.

   Grayson started pounding into her tight cunt getting deeper and deeper into her. His hand slides up her shaking body to grab ahold of her neck and apply some pressure. Y/N’s fingers found her clit and she begins rubbing it in circles causing her to moan out. As Grayson held her legs down to the bed she could her orgasm approaching hard and fast. When he orgasm did hit it was so forceful that she pushed him out squirting all over the bed.

   Biting his lip Grayson moaned as he turns her over on her stomach, but bringing her hips up. Y/N wiggled her hips making her ass jiggle. This made Grayson spank her ass until it turned red. His hand snakes in her hair yanking her head back as he easily slid back into her wet cunt.

“Throw that ass back.” Grayson grumbled.

   Y/n’s hips met Grayson’s as she pushed back on his dick getting faster as she fucked herself on his dick. Grayson groaned from above ehr as he watched the sight below him. Her mouth parted as Grayson gave her backshots making loud cries of pure pleasure leave her mouth. He pounded her harder and deeper enjoying the sound of her ass smacking against him.

“Oh fuck daddy yes!” Y/N cries out gripping the sheets beneath her.

   He held her hips tightly pounding into her pussy. “You like me fucking you like that?”

“Yes daddy you’re fucking me so deep.” Y/N moans out.

   As he continued to fuck her Grayson got an idea. With the free hand Grayson eased a thumb into Y/N’s asshole causing her to gasp and cry out. “Who owns this pussy?”

“You do daddy.” Y/N moans out.

“Who?” He asked her again.

“You daddy.” She repeats.

“Louder.” He demanded.

“You Daddy!” She screams out.

“That’s fucking right.” He growls in her ear.

   He wraps his hand back around her throat and fucks her like he hates her, also getting rid of the anger that made him pissed off earlier. Y/N clawed at his hand as he squeezed getting closer to his second orgasm of the night.

“Fuck daddy I’m gonna cum.” Y/N moans.

“Cum. Cum around my dick.” He said moaning in her ear.

   The sound of their skin slapping against one another echoed through Grayson’s bedroom. His thrusts got sloppier and sloppier as his balls tightened and Y/N’s walls squeezed around him. Grayson came hard behind her coating her walls with his babies. As Grayson fell beside Y/N she lets out a giggle as she tried to catch her breath.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N apologizes. “I just wanted to have fun tonight.”

“I know mama I know.” Grayson says kissing her lips.

[svubabes]

Rekindled | Nick Amaro

Pairing: Nick Amaro x Reader

Warnings: NSFW 

Summary: Nick and reader are on the verge of ending a five year marriage. Although it seems nothing they have done has helped, they hope one night out together can do them good.

ps, I’m sorry I haven’t been active IN SO LONG, but I’m going to do my best to start posting again!!

Pintrest seemed to be your only friend at this moment in time, you had a whole board filled with articles about divorce, and quotes about the same topic. You kept re-reading one, “you can either focus on what is tearing you apart or what is holding you together”. As many times as you read this, it was still hard to follow. You had looked at the positives with this marriage more than once, the negatives still seemed to overtake your mind. Finances and the loss of intimacy had been the biggest killer to yours and Nick’s marriage. Bills became harder and harder to pay when you lost your job, intimacy was harder to feel once Nick began working almost everyday. When you laid next to him and felt nothing but tension, you began thinking if the marriage was even worth it anymore. 

Now two months later, you two are living separate and hardly speaking. You felt lost not having Nick in the same bed as you, it made it even more difficult to sleep. You still grabbed two plates in the mornings, and evenings, only to realize you were setting one out for someone who wasn’t there. It broke your heart a little more each day, things began becoming nothing but dark. You began to see no future for you and Nick. You were ready to request divorce papers from the courthouse, until you had receive a phone call from the contact, “Nick”. You answered it on the first ring, longing to hear his voice.

“Hello?” 

“(Y/N)? I’m sorry I haven’t called lately, work has been taking over my life.” You nodded your head, you had a feeling deep in your gut. You knew he was about to speak those words, “I want a divorce”. You wanted to keep a positive mind, but it became harder as the phone call became longer.

“It’s okay Nick, I completely understand.”

“I’m free tonight, I want to meet with you. Right where our first date was, if you don’t mind.” The feeling in your gut began to ease a bit, why would Nick pull out divorce papers on you at the place you two had fell in love at? 

“Okay, how does seven sound?” 

“It sounds perfect. I really am looking forward to seeing you, be careful.” With that, he clicked the phone. You knew tonight you had to look absolutely stunning. You ran into your bathroom, took a hot shower, shaved every part that hadn’t been touched since Nick left, once you were done you found the black dress he loved. By the time you had perfected your hair, makeup and outfit it was six thirty-five. You rushed to get to the restaurant, you weren’t late at all but you were more than ready to see Nick. It felt like it took hours for him to arrive, but when he walked through the doors you fell in love all over again. He walked to you, a hint of your favorite cologne hit your nose. 

“Hi Nick.” He looked deep into your eyes, falling in love once again.

“Mi amore, you look incredible.” You two stood at the waiting spot in the restaurant, realizing here wasn’t where you two wanted to be. He grabbed your hand, leading you to his car and right back to his apartment. It was quiet, you could only imagine Nick alone in there, he must have been going mad. All that mattered now was the two of you were together and intimate. His lips smashed against yours, it felt like years since you had that feeling. Your heart raced and your heart was in the pit of your stomach. His lips brushed against your neck causing a chill down your spine.

“I guess I can still make you quiver under my touch, mi muñeca.” The way his voice echoed through your ears made you melt right in the spot you were standing in. You reversed who had control, you led him to the bedroom, pushing him down on the bed and kicking off your heels. 

“I’ve missed this, I’ve missed you.” Nick spoke softly, you climbed on top of him, placing your index finger over his lips. Of course you missed Nick and wanted to talk things out, but in this moment all that was on your mind was having him inside of you. He didn’t seem to mind, especially when your hands made their way to the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning them slowly and removing them just as slow. He sat up, you still straddling him and pulled of the dress you were wearing. He undone your bra and tossed it in the floor along with your dress, you were hoping for this moment to happen tonight, so there were no underwear to be thrown around. You removed his shirt and ran your nails down his chest, he let out a soft moan and laid back on the bed.

“Have you missed this Nick?” You had his cock in his hands, putting it very close to your mouth. You could tell Nick wanted to see your mouth wrapped around him, but he went along with you, only making the moment even more enjoyable.

“I’ve missed it all, especially this. You know what seeing your mouth wrapped around my cock does to me.” That was enough for you to lower your mouth down onto him, he let out a loud moan and whispered your name. As your mouth moved faster and faster, Nick got louder and louder.

“Don’t stop (Y/N).” No sooner than he said this, you stopped. He looked at you like you were crazy.

“You really thought you’d get off that easy?” He smirked, glad he didn't get off just like that. He grabbed your face, kissing you with so much passion, passion you hadn’t felt in so long. He laid you back on the bed, he ran his hand down your body, feeling everything he had been craving for months now. He finally reached your clit, staring off slowly and then faster every time you moaned.

“You’ve missed having my hands on your body haven’t you mi amore? You’ve missed having the only person who knows how to please you, haven’t you?” You were trying to focus on what Nick was saying, but the pleasure was taking over your whole body. 

“Yes, yes Nick I have. I’ve missed it more than anything.” He smirked, continuing to rub, but this time getting slower. He leaned down to your neck, kissing it and the pulling away to speak to you again.

“I can tell, I knew I could still make you wet just by one touch.” He then slid into you, slowly to tease you and to make sure you weren’t hurting. You arched your back, you’d been craving this for so long. He started off slowly, you knew he wanted you to beg for him, so that’s exactly what you did.

“Nick, please fuck me. I need you to, I haven’t had you in so long.” That was enough convincing for him. His strokes became deeper and faster as your moans got louder. He held your legs open with one hand and rubbed your clit with the other. The both of you were ecstatic, feeling nothing but pleasure. You grabbed the sheets, feeling yourself tighten around him. 

“Hold that for just one more minute mi amor, I want us in this together.” He took his hands and entangled them in yours while also pinning you to the bed. He reach down and kissed your neck and it sent you over the edge. When you tightened around him, he was done for as well. Nick pulled away and laid next to you. For a few minutes it was absolutely silent, you felt awful. You still loved Nick, and after this night you knew he at least had to have a little something for you. Once Nick turned away, your heart sank and you felt like an absolute idiot.

But just for a second, he immediately turned back after he got something out of his drawer, it was a small box. It was a ring box. He opened it up to reveal the ring you had gave him back. He removed it from the box and grabbed your hand.

“I think this is yours, whether you want the man who gave it to you or not, the ring is still yours. Keep it.” He slid it onto your finger, you sure missed the sight of it being there. As soon as you looked back up at Nick, he was staring back at you. You grabbed his face and kissed him, you knew the love and passion was still in your marriage.

“Nick, I want you more than any ring on this earth,” He smiled, reaching for your hand.

“I love you (Y/N), never again will I let you go.”

[deathsteel]

This Ain't a Scene Its a Goddamn Drag Race

~Part 3~

The response was almost Pavlovian, all five of the queens’ heads turned in sync to look at the large television mounted near the staircase that Gabby liked to make her entrances on. Kevin let out a little squeak of joy before he tossed down his tweezers and started the mad scramble of the queens to the little ‘X’ that had been taped on the floor by the production crew to mark where the contestants should stand.

Castiel remembered when they had first started all of this the fourteen original queens had jostled and elbowed each other viciously for a spot up front where the cameras could see them, now he and the others just aligned themselves in a ragged semi-circle. With every elimination it felt more and more like they were being lined up to be executed or maybe he was just being dramatic.

The mounted television flared to life with an empty glaringly pink background before Gabby’s image was seen marching onto the screen from the left hand side, doing a sharp turn to face the camera that made her signature honey blonde beehive wobble just a bit on the top of her head.

‘Ten-hut, ladies! It’s time to slap on your war paint and get down to business. Betta make sure your Louboutins are spit shined and your weaves are stitched in tight ‘cause ‘don’t fuck it up’ is about to become F.U.B.A.R. So look alive soldier, the time for pussy footin’ around is oh-ver.’

The video ended with Gabby arching a shrewd eyebrow before she smirked and then burst into those distinctive giggles of hers and the screen faded to black.

“What the...are we sodding enlisting or something?” Balthazar muttered loud enough for his microphone to pick up, but soft enough to still sound as if he was just thinking out loud.

It was all strategy, every move the queens made or thought they voiced aloud and Castiel knew that in the end it would all be chopped together in the editing booth to make someone into the villain for America to hate and someone else into a victim. Castiel still felt like Holly Cummunion was on a see-saw, like if he pissed off one more producer they would make him look like the world’s biggest bitch and god if he lost this….well, then what? Then he’d be single, broke, and worst of all unpopular.

He could hear the other queens murmuring to themselves or each other about what Gabby’s message could possibly mean, but Castiel had a feeling that today at least they wouldn’t have to wait too terribly long for their host to show up to break it down for them. Time to turn on Holly.

“Well, helllooo, ladyboys,” Gabby’s melodious voice rang out in greeting (still carrying a hint of that Nashville twang despite the host’s years of living on the west coast).

The host was defrocked, dragged down to his street attire like he always was during the mini-challenges and when Gabby decided to take a turn around the workroom to offer the queens tidbits of advice. That didn’t mean that the other man wasn’t looking stylish as fuck; with his chin length golden brown hair slicked back and a pair of fashionable black framed glasses perched on his nose, Gabby looked every inch the sinful professor in his dark purple suit, paisley print waistcoat, anda heather grey dress shirt that made the subtle streaks of silver in the host’s hair look dapper instead of depressing.

“Hello, Gabby!” The queens replied back sort of in unison, they were getting better at it with each passing episode.

Gabby descended the stairs, regal as anything, before giving the queens his most sparkling, pageant-winning smile. “Now, I’m sure you’re all gagging to hear what we have in store for you and kittens, I hope you had your Wheaties this morning because today you’re going to...drag booty camp.”

Inwardly, Castiel groaned because he was hungover and his morning run had already taken just about everything out of him, but outwardly Holly cooed excitedly along with Kim who was standing at her side. Kim gave an excited little shimmy, and fuck Holly wished she had the energy of a twenty year old again.

“Oh, Pit Crew!” Gabby called, cupping his hands around his mouth as he called for Sam and Zeke who were regular fixtures in most of the mini and elimination challenges.

The host clapped his hands excitedly when the two tall, well-muscled men appeared looking like they had just been slathered with baby oil all over their bodies except for the black Saxx briefs they were wearing. And honestly those didn’t leave too terribly much to the imagination. Sam’s hair was swept up into an artfully messy bun on top of his head and Zeke’s was just tousled enough that it didn’t distract from his light scruff on his face.

By now the queens were so used to the two men, having gotten to know them on a personal level that flirting with them was just weird, but that didn’t stop them from doing some appreciative whistles for appearances sake when the pair came through a set of swinging doors at the end of the working room pushing a rack of pink outfits on hangers.

“As you can see, the boys have been nice enough to put together some outfits for you ladies for booty camp,” Gabby continued as Sam and Zeke rolled the cart to a stop a couple of feet away from the contestants before going to stand casually on either side of the host. All their muscles were flexed, so really...it wasn’t that casual. “And of course you’ll be wearing heels from my own line of Iron Angel shoes and bras from BreastForm.com because you can’t go to battle without a good stiletto and a pair of bazookas. Am I right?”

God, it was the cheesiest joke. But of course they all laughed because it was a joke told by Gabby fuckin’ Reale. One made sure to laugh at all of mother’s jokes.

“Chop-chop, girls,” Gabby said, snapping his fingers in a Z-formation to get the queen’s attention once more. “Get dressed ‘cause booty camp waits for no one.”

Holly let herself be mostly pushed towards the rack of clothes and shoes by Kim who seemed way more enthusiastic for the mini-challenge than anyone had any right to be. She snatched off a hanger that had a sweatband with the name ‘Holly Cummunion’ stitched on it in lurid curlicues and claimed the heels that were placed on a low platform beneath it that just happened to be in her size, 11.

“Oh my god, I was not in the mood for a tuck today!” Tasha exclaimed, waving around the barely there pink, spandex booty shorts that accompanied every one of the queen's outfits. “Even God rested on the seventh day.”

Weirdly enough Eva snorted at that and much like her male alter-ego, Luc, Eva was not one to do much other than be catty, standoffish, and sulk. “Girl, did you just compare your dick to God?”

“Well, if it don’t get some time to breathe soon then he’s gonna be meeting his maker for sure, honey,” Tasha explained, stripping out of her street attire which honestly wasn't that much different than the outfit the queens were supposed to be wearing for the mini-challenge.

“Fuck, I didn’t shave my legs this morning,” Dianne cursed as she dug through her trunks of clothes presumably for some hosiery.

“Just put some leggings on,” Kim advised the other queen, tugging a pair of wrinkled, grey tights out of her makeup case. “All of our legs are gonna be put to shame by Holly Thunderthighs anyway.”

Holly just smirked to herself because yea, she did have some pretty great fucking legs and at least she had remembered to shave her legs this morning even if she hadn’t had time to shave her face.

“I look like my mother,” Eva announced loudly, causing the distracted queens to look up from where they were stuffing and tucking themselves into the various pieces of their outfits. The other queen was wearing several pairs of nude hosiery along with her heels and tiny shorts and just her bra that had been pre-stuffed with rubber breast forms.

“Poor woman,” Holly replied before anyone else could because really it was just too good of an opportunity to mess with Eva to pass up.

The older queen sneered at Holly in the reflection of the mirror before going back to looking at her chest, giving a little bounce on her toes to make the rubber jiggle.

Holly scoffed at her rival before reaching back to tug her shirt over his head, mindful of the tape on her back that was holding her microphone pack in place. She debated the pros of doing an actual tuck as she shucked her pants and briefs in one go, uncaring of the film crew meandering around the room or the other queens seeing her nudity. Being in the workroom was a lot like being in a high school locker room, generally unsexy unless you were watching badly scripted porn.

“Ten minutes ladies!” Gabby called from where he casually leaned against the bannister of the staircase talking to Sam.

Swearing under her breath, Holly did probably the hastiest tuck of her career; getting her gaff mostly in place before maneuvering her balls up in a way that wouldn’t be excruciating and pulling her dick back between her legs and pulling up the gaff up the rest of the way to hold the whole package in place. Taking advantage of her newly shaven legs, she opted for a pair of shapewear panties instead of tights to keep her gaff from falling down her decidedly unfeminine hips and then quickly threw on the rest of her provided outfit sans shoes which she carried to the mirror with her so she could slap on some lipstick before she ran out of time completely.

“Shit, my titty!” Kim cursed, frantically wiping at the left side of her tank top where her eyeliner had apparently gotten away from her while she had been trying to apply it one handed, using the others to adjust her slightly dingy looking tights.

“Oh honey,” Holly replied sympathetically, in her beleaguered Southern belle falsetto, for the sake of the cameras hovering around them of course. “Bless your heart, you’re just a hot fucking mess.”

“Holly, haaaalp,” Kim whined piteously enough to cause Holly to pause in her own lipstick application to rifle into the gigantic toolbox that served as her makeup case, pulling out a Tide To-Go stick and tossing it to the younger queen with just a raised eyebrow in response to her thanks.

“One minute girls!” Gabby called, letting his fingertips tiptoe lazily across Sam’s abs with a sigh before moving back to his own assigned ‘X’ that was taped on the floor.

“Guess that’s gonna have to be good enough,” Holly muttered to herself, swiping her pinky along the thin wings she’d just painted onto the corners of her eyes before popping her headband messily into place over her natural hair and rushing back to the lineup with her shoes in hand.

“Alright my dah-lings,” Gabby said, ignoring the fact that Holly was basically tripping into her shoes and that Tasha was still flipping a wig onto her head while Eva continued to fondle her own breast forms. “Now that you’re all ready for battle I have a special guest who has a little bit more experience with drilling things then I do. Please welcome Marine Corps Sergeant Benoit “The Bear” Lafitte.”

[kdfrqqg]

A Very Deonna Thanksgiving

Summary: Dean and Donna get ditched at Thanksgiving and end up making the best of it.

Warnings: lots of pie, mostly fluff, Dean flirting like crazy, a smidgen of smut (female receiving oral), a few cuss words

A/N: I smiled so much writing this because I think they are so freaking cute together.

Word count: 3.9K

Pairing: Dean x Donna

Deonna Holiday Series

“So that was Jody, she’s not doing Thanksgiving this year at her house.” Dean replayed his conversation to Sam.  “Alex and Claire convinced her that they need to go on vacation.  The girls are going to Lake Tahoe.”

“That sounds nice but I have some bad news as well.” Sam replied.

“What we gotta case?” Dean asked.

“No no. It’s just…” Sam stuttered. “Marie wants to introduce me to her family at Thanksgiving. I’m sorry man.  I meant to tell you sooner.  I’ll call and cancel.”

“Dude, I understand.” Dean sighed, his facial expressions showed his disappointment.  “She’s your girl.  Go meet her family.”  

“Are you sure?  I don’t want you here all by yourself drinking all day.  Why don’t you come with us?” Sam tried to make him feel better.

“I think they’ll barely be able to handle one Winchester let alone two.  I’ll be fine, Sam, we’re together all the time.  We can spend Christmas together. Ok?”

“K”

Ten seconds later, Dean’s phone rang, “hey Dee!” He said surprising enthusiastically.

“Hey Dean, so you heard that Jody isn’t having Thanksgiving at her place.” Donna rehashed.

“Yeah I did and Sammy boy just told me he’s ditching me for his broad.” He teased Sam.  Sam just rolled his eyes, “I know whatever happened to bros before hoes.”

Donna chuckled, “that means you’re all alone for Thanksgiving too.”

“Yeah, I guess I am. What cha thinking?” Dean asked.

“How ‘bout we have Thanksgiving together?” She suggested.

“Sure, I could come up.” Dean nodded to the phone but she hesitated to agree, “what you don’t like my idea?”

“It’s not that I don’t want you here but I have some nosey neighbors and having a strange guy over would have them prying even more than normal.  Could I come to the bunker?” She explained.

“Yeah, yeah that would fine.” Dean agreed understanding her point. “but we’re making pie.”

“Oh you betcha!  How about we make a couple?”

“Now you’re talking. You wanna come in the day before and we can go to the store together.”

“You’re on.” Donna was giddy that she didn’t have to be alone this year and the two hung up.

“Sam, looks like you’re off the hook.” Dean slapped his brother’s back.

“Yeah, thanks for throwing me under the bus, dude.” Sam sassed.

“Anytime.” Dean said with a chuckle as he took a swallow of beer before he continued his reading.

The next few weeks Dean and Donna text each other photos of food and recipes they both wanted to try.  They were getting excited about the sheer amount of food that they were going to make.  Donna wrote up a shopping list and prayed that the grocery store had all the items they needed to make everything.  

Donna got up at four am the day before Thanksgiving, it was at minimum a six hour drive to Kansas.  As she packed her bag, she thought there were plenty of more depressing ways to spend her holiday than going to a good looking guy’s house, a man that always made her feel good about herself and making him a ton of food.  She let that thought sink in, she went to her dresser and pull out her sexiest bras and panties, placing them in her bag next to the simple black dress she wanted to wear at the actual dinner.  Dean was six foot one inches of real man that put dumb old Doug to shame.  Donna didn’t expect anything to happen but a good girl scout was always prepared for anything.  She shot Dean a quick text when she was about to leave.  Donna made decent time even with all of holiday traffic and a couple of pit stops and arrived around three pm.  

Dean was all smiles when he saw her, pulling her into a tight hug, “Damn Gorgeous, you are a sight for sore eyes.”  His low voice spoke next to her ear before ushering her to the room he set up for her.  

Once she put her stuff down, they were hopping in Impala heading to the store.  They grabbed a shopping cart and they started to fill the cart up.  Dean loved that Donna was only picking up items that were full fat and all the sugar.  Not once did they argue over reduced fat or no fat like he always had to do with Sam.  They arrived at the register and Dean noticed an older woman having difficulties pulling things out of her cart.  “Here let me.” He told the woman with blonde graying hair as he set the items on the belt.

“Oh thank you.” She said back to him. The woman turned herself to Donna, “he’s a keeper.”

“Don’t I know it!” Donna giggled looking over at Dean who smiled back at her.

“Do you two have children?” She asked making polite common chit chat.  

“No, ma’am not yet.” She addressed playing along, acting like a happy couple.

“Well you should get on that because y'all would make beautiful babies.” She looked at the both of you.

Donna couldn’t help but give her a toothless grin that showed her dimples before she told her “thank you.” Dean smirked at Donna overhearing the conversation.

Dean made his way back to Donna, “She’s right, we would make beautiful babies.” Dean whispered moving a piece of hair behind her ear.  His hot breath on her ear lobe made her nether regions quiver.  She breathed out before letting go of a nervous chuckle.  Dean thought she looked adorable when she got all flustered, he licked his lips at the thought of how beautiful she would be plump with his child.  He shook that out of his head knowing he could never have family besides Sam but a man could dream.  

After getting everything back to the bunker, Donna called it a night insisting they start early tomorrow baking and getting everything ready.

Donna woke up and wandered into the kitchen and started the coffee.  She pulled out ingredients for the pies.  Pie was essential for today and if she screwed up she wanted enough time to start over if she had to.  A sleepy Dean smelled the coffee as he staggered in, he stopped in the door frame as he gazed upon Donna in the cutest pair of pink flannel pajamas.  She had flour on the counter and her face, he smiled thinking back to his day dream from yesterday.  Doug had to have been the dumbest man alive to let her go.  Seriously, she was drop dead gorgeous, nice, smart, one bad ass hunter and hell she could cook, what was this guy thinking.

“Oh hey Deano, mornin’.” she smiled walking over to the coffee pot pouring him a cup of coffee.

“Thanks sweetheart!” He winked and gracious took the warm cup from her flour covered hands. She blushed, God that man knew just what to say and do to make her feel special.  She walked back to the counter and continued to roll out the dough.  “What cha working on, Dee?” He walked up behind her and placed his chin on her shoulder.  

“Just making the pie crusts.” she hummed with a big smile, he made her stomach flip with joy.

“Oh a woman after my own heart.” He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, his lips lingered near her neck a little too long.  He needed to stop flirting with her, she was too good for him but he still liked the idea of her being his pretend pretty little wife for the weekend.  

They worked for hours, prepping and basting the small fresh turkey. Dean turned on the kitchen radio, he sang Led Zeppelin and Bob Seger to Donna as they diced vegetables for the stuffing.  He took the knife out of her hand and spun her to him, one of his hands was on her waist and the other held her hand in a traditional dance position.  They danced around the kitchen and he even dipped her surprising Donna a little.  She laughed and smiled with him, it was so easy for them to just to be themselves.  This was a side of him that she really could fall for.

Four finished pies sat on the kitchen counter, and Donna left the rest of the food on warm, “I’m going to get ready for dinner.”

“Yeah, I can’t wait to eat.” Dean informed.

“Put on something nice will ya.” Donna looked back over her shoulder addressing Dean.

She showered and took her time getting ready, putting extra curls in her hair and more makeup on than normal.  He made her feel sexy so she wanted to look extra sexy for Dean.  Her push up bra accentuated her already large bosom. She slid the dress over her head looking at herself in the mirror, it hid all of her problem areas and showed off her curves and legs.  Three inch heels clacked on the hardwood as she entered to the kitchen.  The turkey and a few other items were missing, she sashayed into the library.

“Oh my.” Dean gasped watching Donna’s long luscious legs saunter in.  “Sweetheart, may I pour you a glass of wine.” He was eager to see just where this evening would go.

The table was set and candles were lit.  “Dean, this is beautiful.” She was talking about the table but to the man before her was even more beautiful.  He was wearing a beige sweater with a blue dress shirt underneath with a nice pair of khaki slacks on.  He didn’t shave and his five o’clock shadow was doing something to her core that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“No, you’re beautiful.” He brought her a glass of wine.  He couldn’t help himself, he placed his hand on her waist pulling her into his hip. Donna looked down, she couldn’t tell if Dean was just being nice or if he was really flirting with her.  She wasn’t use to this kind of attention from a man.  

He walked her over to the table with his hand still on her waist, he pulled out her chair and when his hand moved to the small of her back, she shuddered at his touch.  

He carved the turkey, she watched his skillful hands as a flush spread across her face.  They passed food around and poured glass after glass of wine, the laughter flowed as easily as the wine.  Dean was practically beside himself when Donna brought out two huge slices of warm apple pie with vanilla ice cream.

“Donna, this is so good.” He praised as he chewed a huge bite of pie.  

She giggled when she noticed crumbs and pie filling all over his mouth. She scooted closer to him, “you got something right to there” and took her napkin wiping his full lips.  She really wanted to lick it off but that would be a little inappropriate.  

Dean stopped her by gently touching her hand, “thank you.” He smiled, cupping her face.  She leaned into his touch closing her eyes, this was his moment, he pressed his lips to her’s.  She reached for him, drawing him closer, their tongues and lips danced.  Their lips were numb from all the wine, they pulled away laughing like teenagers.  “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He admitted.

“What took you so long mister?” She kissed him again.

“I don’t deserve you.” He told her honestly.

She stood suddenly, “What?  You don’t deserve me.  I don’t deserve you.”

He followed her movements, his large hands gripped her waist, tilted his head and firmly kissed her.  When he released her from the kiss his breath less lungs said, “Let me be the judge of what you deserve.” He took her hand and lead her to his bedroom. He was about to open the door, when he said “I don’t want…”

Before he could finish his thought, she sadly spoke, “I know you don’t want a relationship.”

“No, no, I was going to say, I don’t want you to think this is just a one night stand.  I know this will be hard to make this work but I’m willing to try.” He passionately said kissing her hands. Her lips were on him so fast Dean almost didn’t have time to react.  Her limbs tangled with his as they made their way into the room, she told him with her actions that she liked the idea of being his.  He played with the fabric of her dress, pulling it up her thighs.  His hands roamed over her bare smooth legs, he just wanted to touch and see all of her.  “I need to feel you, Sweetheart.” He nibbled on her neck. She raised her hands above her head, and he gently pulled her cotton dress off.  She looked down and saw how her stomach had extended because of all the food she ate.  She wanted to cover back up quickly and hide.  Dean stood back and looked at how gorgeous she really was.  She glowed like what he always thought an angel should look like but then he saw the shyness and all those inadequate feelings pull across her face.  He immediately placed his hand on her swollen belly, imaging a beautiful baby forming in her womb, he got down on his knees kissing her navel.

“Dean, what are doing?” She asked feeling his warm hands on her waist.

“I know this is silly” he looked up at her,  “but I can’t stop thinking about how much I want a family and how you would be such an amazing mom.”

“Really?” She smiled watching his lips kiss her belly.  

“Yeah, really.  I know you’re probably as full as I am but I still want to make you feel good.” He buried his face against her stomach. His stubble tickled her a little.

“Then just stay with me.  We don’t have to rush it.” Donna said, making love when you’re as full as they were might be a recipe for disaster.  She wanted her first time with Dean to feel amazing everywhere and stomach ache during an orgasm would kind of suck.

That night they didn’t have sex, instead they watched TV, feed each other pie, and made out until the tryptophan from the turkey kicked in and they passed out.  Dean held her tight and while she gently snored next to him, he told her she beautiful as he kissed her neck.  

The next morning, Dean was pressed against Donna’s curvaceous posterior.  His member throbbed in his underwear as biology took over, he rubbed himself up next to her.  “Good morning beautiful!” His voice was deeper than normal filled with sleep.

It sent an involuntary shock of electricity straight to Donna’s core. “Good morning handsome.”

She flipped to face him, neither one of them cared about morning breath or bed hair, all they cared about was the warmth of the other person and their bright smiles.  Dean magically unhooked her bra and pulled away the black lace fabric, her beautiful breasts were full and round.  He nestled himself in-between her tits, his weight was comforting to her as his hands groped her boobs and elsewhere.  He tweaked her nipples getting them hard because he wanted to suck them good before he made her moan and shake.  His mouth covered her large nipple, running his tongue over the bud making Donna squeal with pleasure.  A man hadn’t touched her like this in so long, all those lonely nights thinking about Dean and here he was.  Reality was turning out to be better than her fantasy, as he kissed down her chest and torso, two fingers on each side pulled her matching lacy boy shorts down.  He looked up at the pale beauty that laid in his bed, “you Sweetheart are so beautiful.” He praised, she was absolute jelly in his hands.  She bent her knees and Dean spread her thighs, he smiled at the idea of driving her crazy all day and maybe the rest of the weekend.  He wasn’t timid when he licked into her pussy.  He devoured her, pretending that she was the best tasting cherry pie ever, in his opinion she tasted better than pie.  

One of Donna’s hands gripped the white cotton sheet as the other one grabbed her own hair biting back her verging ecstasy while she pressed the side of her face into the pillow.  Dean’s stubble was causing the most lovely burn against her thighs and she wanted this to last but Dean kept hitting the most amazing spots.  She couldn’t hold it any longer, “oh holy jeez, Dean yes!” She screamed as her body was flooded with a feeling of euphoria. Dean worked her through until he felt that she was fully satisfied.

Her body was flushed with splotchy pink marks, Dean was proud of himself as he crawled up her body with a predatory smirk and gleam in his eye.  She looked away at his intense gaze, “Don, look at me.” He tilted her face towards him. “You are so sexy. Your ex was a fool but if he didn’t leave you I would never have you.  I just need to make you see just how amazing you really are.”  He shimmied out of his gray boxer briefs, and reached over to take a condom out of his drawer.

“You know Dean, I want a family too.” She admitted repeating his own sentiments from the previous evening, removing the condom from his hand and placing it back in the drawer.

“Are you sure, Dee?” His eyes were wide not sure what he just heard.

“I’ve never been more sure. I thought I’d be a mom by now and I know you would be a great dad.” She kissed and wrapped her arms around him.  What she didn’t tell Dean was that she knew wasn’t ovulating and the statistical probability of her getting pregnant this weekend were really low but she was excited to try with him over and over again.  They made love most of the day, only taking breaks to shower, make turkey sandwiches and eat even more pie.

Saturday morning came and Donna and Dean were still all alone in the bunker.  Donna walked into the kitchen with just Dean’s gray robe just draped around her.  She was so comfortable with herself now that she didn’t even tie the front of the robe, her naked flesh showed through the opening.  The water from the faucet as she filled the coffee pot was loud enough for her to not to notice Sam putting up into the garage.  Sam walked to the kitchen, soon as he hit the door frame he saw Donna.  “Hey Donna! I hope Dean wasn’t too demanding for you.” He joked.

She instinctively turned towards his voice, her embarrassment didn’t sink in until she saw his eyes.  “Oh shoot Sam!” She yelled as she pulled the front of her robe close.  

Dean heard her yell, grabbing his gun he just ran down the hall in only a pair of white tube socks.  “Babe, you ok?” His naked form embraced her and she nodded simply a little stunned that her boyfriend’s brother just saw more of her than she ever wanted to show him.

“Hey Dean!” Sam greeted, raising his eyebrows at the situation.

“Oh hey Sammy!” Dean grinned not expecting that this was how he was going to tell Sam that Donna and him were dating.

“So your weekend was good?” Sam chuckled.

“We had an amazing weekend.” Dean addressed Sam, “Don, I’m going to put on some clothes.” Dean kissed her sweetly.

Donna didn’t want to look at Sam in the eye, she poured the water in the pot nervously.  She was finally brave and spoke, “how was Marie’s family?”

“They were nice.  I think they like me.” He paused, “so you and Dean?”

Donna bit her bottom lip as a devilish smiled spread across her face, “Yeah me and Dean.” she snickered lowly.

Dean came back in the kitchen now at least semi clothed with an undershirt and boxers on, “Hey Sammy, I’d like for you to meet my girlfriend, Donna.”

“Girlfriend?” Sam questioned.

“Yeah girlfriend. Is that so hard to believe?” Dean scoffed.

“No, this is good, Dean.” Sam walked over and hugged Donna.  “I’m happy for you two. I guess that means I’ll be seeing even more of you”. Sam pulled back and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Well maybe not that much more.” She giggled as Dean looked between them figuring out what happened.

It was time for Donna to go back to her normal life, she stood by the driver side door of her car while Dean placed her bag in the trunk.  She didn’t want to go back to her lonely little apartment, Dean reached around her waist and drew her into him, “Baby, I don’t want to let you go.” He breathed in the smell of her hair, memorizing this moment.  Tears formed in the corner of Donna’s eyes and he could hear her sniffle, “oh no Dee, Dee, Dee” he pulled her as close as possible.  “Please Sweetheart don’t cry.  Hey hey we’re goin’ to make this work.  I’ll come up there and you can come down.  We can even meet somewhere in the middle.  Maybe a nice hotel with an indoor pool?”

“Yeah!” She cried as happy tear rolled down her face.

“You know I’m going to come up in a few weeks to your office holiday party so you can show me off to all your friends.” He laughed. “It’ll work, baby, until I can get you permanently here.  Because, because…” he started to cry as well.  “You make me happy and I can’t wait to marry you.”

“You want to marry me?” she asked pulling away a little shocked.

“Yeah, I want to marry you.” He let out a quick chuckle. “What did you think I’d that try to knock you up and not want to marry you?  What kind of a guy do you think I am?”

“Well you’re a hunter and they aren’t known for settling down.” She shyly smiled looking into his green orbs that had now turned red around the edges.

Dean spun the ring on his finger, he needed to prove that he loved her.  “Don, I know this is not a diamond but this was my mom’s and it’s special to me like you are.” He pulled the silver band off of his thick finger.  “We can go shopping for something else later.” She listened, a couple of tears turned into the happiest downpour of tears she could ever remember, she gasped placing her hand over her mouth.  “Donna Hanscum, I love you.  Will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes, Dean, of course. Oh golly Dean, I love you too.” She excitedly said as he slid the ring on her finger.  It was a little big on her but she loved it, she loved Dean.

They held on to each other a little bit more, cherishing these last few moments before they finally said their final goodbyes.  

Donna’s smile was perfect as she got in her car and Dean couldn’t believe that just happened but it was probably the best decision he had ever made. He didn’t know how he was going to tell Sammy that he went from single to engaged in less than four days but she was the right girl,  this was the right time and he wasn’t going to lose her.

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[lunalovecorfe]

Girl problems

Guys, look away if you can’t handle this and I know girl problems aren’t something you want to know much about, but you can keep reading if you want.

Feminine products:

What the shit’s with the wings on pads? Like, some underwear aren’t wide/long enough and the pad ends up going crazy and the wings start sticking to legs and I got no clue what the fuck to do with that, like???? Am I the only one with this problem?

Unexpected periods:

When you’re out on a date and forget a backup tampon/pad, so you go to the bathroom and use toilet paper to make a makeshift pad. I think all female public bathrooms should have tampons/pads.

Bras:

Pretty much enough said with bras. Seriously though, there’s no in between with the hooks on the back and sometimes you can’t reach back to hook it up properly, so you end up hooking your bra up and slip it over your head...or maybe that’s just me, I dunno. And don’t get me started on how irritating bra straps are when they get twisted up or the tags, the thing supporting your boobs causing a forever indent on your chest... who’s with me on this?

Summer:

How far can a girl strip down during Summer? Tank tops and short-shorts. And all that boob sweat, am I right?

Appearances:

We’re all supposed to be skinny/slim because we’ve seen that on TV and through the media and guys seem to like slimmer girls. We have to wear makeup to cover the zits/pimples all over our faces, shave/wax legs and armpits. Guys don’t have to worry about their legs or pits or even their facial hair. Personally, I hate shaving/waxing my leg hair and pit hair, deal with it.

Eating in public:

We’re expected to eat salad, pasta, chocolate desserts, and sandwiches. We’re not allowed to “make a mess” or order anything that could have the possibility of making a mess. I don’t even twirl up my pasta 100% and get sauce splattered over my cheek and for some reason it’s disgusting? I also personally have issues with knives, so imagine me eating steak. I’m part beast, I swear to god.

Being in public:

Apparently we’re not supposed to burp or fart or sneeze loudly, so we always have to cover our mouths and pretty much tighten our cheeks or giggle a lot so no one suspects that we’re letting out any sort of gas or have to do that adorable little sneeze.

Trans:

Sorry for bringing this up, but I have a trans friend and he hates it when he gets his period and has to wear a bra and I am so sorry for you all. If you want the sympathy or not, well...just a statement.

High heels:

Nearly breaking a leg or ankle because of these deadly shits.

Mood swings that change appearance:

When you’re feeling like shit but the public pretty much says “nope, girls can’t wear sweatpants and can’t go without makeup and can’t wear any loose clothes”. You also can’t smell like sweat and have to shower every single day.

Anything to do with water:

How do I put this... I could’ve also put this in “unexpected periods”... periods are the very reason I don’t take baths and rarely go swimming. And all I own are white towels. Enough said.

Longer hair:

Running out of conditioner first and shedding with your hair deciding to make you uncomfortable when a hair decides to go between your boobs while you can’t get it out in public.

I think I covered everything...

[antagonist-chan]

So, things that I just started doing for my beauty:

(under a readmore, because while this isn’t nsfw or anything, some of it may be TMI to some people)

(and, TL;DR (in a less TMI way)- I’m practicing better shaving and hygiene habits, and I plan to practice even more of those and then start getting into makeup, and once I get my makeup on point I can start working on getting girly clothes (I’m too self-conscious to buy girly clothes when I still look conventionally masculine), and once I get girly clothes I can stop rushing things and just keep up the habits I’ve formed over this whole debacle, and finally start fully living as a girl!)

Shaving my face in the morning: I just started this like ten minutes before starting this post. I put it on my “daily routine” a while ago, but I’ve been slowly easing myself into that routine, letting myself skip a few things temporarily- today was the start of actually shaving in the morning. I make an exception if either I showered last night, or I’m gonna shower today AND I don’t have any plans that would need to happen before the shower. Although, now I’m starting to wonder if I actually want to keep this up- I cut myself more than usual, and it didn’t even accomplish all that much. And it’s probably a waste of shaving cream, aftershave, and blades. The aftershave is just aftershave, but the blades and the shaving cream are gonna be a pain to replace because I need very specific blades and cream, so...

Exfoliating during my weekly Big Showers (as opposed to my semidaily Normal Showers): I started this the last time I showered. I got exfoliation cream, and I specifically asked for exfoliation cream without pits or seeds because exfoliation cream WITH pits or seeds is actually bad for the environment. I exfoliate my whole body now.

Using my fancy new shaving cream: I started this the last time I showered, too. It’s supposed to stunt hair growth so you don’t need to shave quite as often, so I’ll adjust my shaving schedule as I start seeing results from that.

Using aftershave: Okay, I’m just gonna say it now- the only thing that didn’t start in my most recent shower was the shaving in the morning, which just started. Anyways, I use aftershave now. I specifically asked for aftershave with aloe vera in it. Aftershave burns a bit when you put it on, but it makes your face feel less raw in the long term. If this was just a matter of pain, the less rawness wouldn’t be worth the burn... but your face being less raw means you can shave more often without damaging your face, so.

Shaving my arms during my weekly Big Showers: My arms aren’t particularly hairy compared to my chest, let alone to my legs, let alone to my face, and let alone to my armpits, but if you look closely there IS hair there. So, I’ll shave that area once a week. I don’t think I need to bother with the cream there, though, water is probably good enough and it doesn’t grow fast enough for me to worry about stunting it.

Things I was already doing for my beauty: Shaving my face after every shower, shaving my legs and chest during my weekly Big Showers, shampooing my hair in every shower, using body soap from my neck to my ankles during my weekly Big Showers, using baby soap on my face during my weekly Big Showers, using special foot soap on my feet during my weekly Big Showers, putting my hair in a side ponytail every morning when I feel like my hair is up to it

Things I will start doing for my beauty very soon, possibly in my next Big Shower:

Shaving my armpits and butt: This is gonna be difficult for sure, but it’s also gonna be worth it because I’m sick of having hair in those two places. Especially my butt. Oh, sure, armpit hair is ugly, but butt hair is ugly AND it makes it harder to keep my butt clean. Eugh.

Moisturizing after every Big Shower: I actually meant to do this in my last Big Shower, I just forgot.

Things I will start doing for my beauty once I’m more on-point with all of the above:

Makeup, mainly to hide my 5′o’clock shadow. I fucking hate 5′o’clock shadow. No matter how well I shave, how smooth my skin feels, you can still visibly see that I get facial hair because my upper lip is blue. I’m really only waiting for this because I want to be sure that my face is as smooth as possible when I go to the cosmetics store and get the makeup I need. My Mom already told me about how they can actually help me find what I need, and the way she told me implied that they were very understanding of trans people, so.

More makeup, this time for more typical reasons like accenting. If I’m gonna be wearing makeup to hide my 5′o’clock shadow, I might as well look into stuff like lipstick and eyeliner, right? I mean, I’m interested, and it won’t be particularly much more work.

And then once I’m more on-point with that and my voice training, I’ll deal with this:

Going clothes shopping: I have very little in the way of girly clothes. I have a small handful of bras that I have lost track of (though, I’ll probably find them once I’ve gotten farther in cleaning my room), a trio of skirts that I have also lost track of (I actually have no idea where these went; I haven’t seen them since I was fifteen); a skirt that I actually do know where it is, and I actually like better than any of those three (I actually wore that skirt to prom, which so far has been the only occasion where I’ve gone out in public visibly feminine! And all my friends and teachers complimented me! Which was really the only good part about prom, prom was horribly boring); and finally, a pair of heels that share a similar fate as the bras- I dunno where they are, but they’ll turn up eventually. And, like, I want to dress all girly. I’m sick and tired of dressing like a guy all the time.

And once I’ve started going clothes shopping, I can call my “become more visibly girly” mission a success. I can still improve in little ways here and there, but I think I’ll be able to be comfortable introducing myself as a woman IRL in addition to online. And I’ll actually be comfortable enough to put myself out into the dating scene, because I do actually want a girlfriend, I just don’t want to get a girlfriend while I look the way I do right now. I know I could probably get one now if I can get one then, there are plenty of open-minded ladies out there, but I’m not comfortable with that.

Because, like, once I’ve gone clothes shopping, there are only a few aspects of my masculinity that’ll be left:

My voice: May or may not still be an issue by then, but I’m working on it already. If it’s not mostly dealt with by then, I’ll look into getting professional voice training.

My Adam’s Apple: I dislike it, but I don’t see any easy way of dealing with it and it’s not the worst thing ever.

My lack of tits: Not the end of the world, and even if it was, I can always pad.

My dick: I actually like this part and want to keep it.

I can finally shine out the shadow cast by my masculinity. Hell yes.

[bluesteelismyaesthetic-blog]

Model Tips No 1

some helpful tips for aspiring models: source: http://www.allmyfriendsaremodels.com/model-tips-common-sense/ COMMON SENSE TIP #1: Groom Yourself–You Know How (I hope) It is crucial to understand that when you get booked for work as a model, you’re supposed to come prepared…as in “groomed.” Unless instructed to arrive “camera ready” with your hair and makeup already done, you will have a makeup artist and hair stylist onset to get you picture perfect or runway ready. BUT that does not mean it is a day spa where you’re going to have everything waxed, tweezed and shaved. That should already be done before you get to work! I wish there was a camera to capture my expression when photographers, designers and other clients tell me they’ve had models show up for shoots with armpit stubble, hairy legs, wild eyebrows or other unsightly types of facial and body hair. When these issues have to be dealt with onsite, it eats into prep time, sours the mood of everyone involved and just makes for a terrible first impression in a professional setting. For things that can’t be dealt with onset for shoots, the photographer ends up getting saddled with more retouching work than he/she originally signed on for. How can models who are guilty of this not be embarrassed or just not care??? It is beyond my understanding. The bottom line: BEFORE you get to work (either that morning or the day/evening before), make it your mission to wax, shave, pluck, tweeze and whatever else you need to do in order to look amazing and feel amazing when you arrive. The team in charge of putting you together in terms of hair and makeup will transform you but they weren’t hired to do all that extra grooming. COMMON SENSE TIP #2: “Dirty” Hair : Good. “Duuurrrty” Hair: Bad Hair that hasn’t been washed in a few days holds hair products and certain styles better. That’s common knowledge in the modeling world. When hair is freshly washed it tends to be harder to work with, especially for those who have straight hair or use heated styling tools to straighten their tresses. It can be limp, flat and nearly impossible to hold volume. But with a few days’ worth of natural oils, hair stylists can easily whip up an awesome hairstyle for both female and male models. However, having hair that is super dirty and unwashed could be an icky experience for the person that has to deal with your hair. Ethnic hair (I fall under this category most certainly) oftentimes cannot be washed frequently and it is not unusual for models of color to wash their hair once or twice a week. That fact does not–I repeat–does not apply to this particular issue I’m addressing. There’s a difference between working on hair that hasn’t been washed in a week and hair that hasn’t been washed in WEEKS or even MONTHS. I kid you not, I’ve had 2-3 hair stylists (and that’s 2-3 hair stylists too many in my opinion) tell me horror stories about models who admitted they hadn’t washed their hair in a really long time but expected the hair stylist to work miracles. Not only was their hair too dirty to work on with styling tools, it smelled awful. Again, why is this happening and why do models think this is okay??? It’s not. Make the time to get your hair together so that it is dirty enough to be styled properly but not so dirty that the hair stylist has to suppress a gag reflex while working on you. Oh, and on a similar note: if you wear hair extensions, please make sure they look good and are presentable. Having roots that don’t match the rest of the hair you’re sporting is not a good look when you have to be on camera or on the runway. COMMON SENSE TIP #3: Bring Extra Stuff Even if You Haven’t Been Told To Typically the client will tell models if additional stuff needs to be brought to work, such as several types of underwear, bras, shoes, etc. But even if you aren’t instructed to do so, bring these types of items anyway. The “Model Bag” exists for a reason (I plan on doing a post to break down what this item is so don’t stress if you’re unfamiliar). The types of additional stuff you may need to bring will vary based on the theme of the shoot, the types of outfits you’ll be wearing, location, etc. As the date for your gig gets closer, you’ll have a better idea of what to expect and that will determine what you’ll need to pack. Ladies, bringing thong underwear in nude, white and black, strapless bras in nude, black and white and a few pairs of heels in nude and black should be the most basic supplemental items you should automatically pack. Notice I used the word “and” and not “or” when I listed the colors of the undergarments? That’s because you should have all those colors. Don’t have them? Go buy them. Now. Male models don’t technically have to worry about this aspect of things like the ladies do. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t still take the initiative and inquire about what supplemental wardrobe options or items to bring. This not only makes you look professional, it gives the client assurance that you’ll arrive ready. COMMON SENSE TIP #4: Put Your F@$%*# Phone Away I get it. Social media and branding now dictates that we document everything we do, including being onset for modeling work. However, there is a time and place to whip out your phone. Here are the times when it is not okay: – While getting your hair and makeup done. If you want to look like a clown, have your eyeball poked or get burned with the curling iron, interact with your phone more than the hair and makeup artist. They need your attention and that means putting the phone away so you can sit up, face forward and be the canvas they need to transform. – During work. By this, I mean running to check your phone in between posing sets during a shoot or after stepping off the runway during a show. The client and crew are not on your time. You are on their time. The BTS photos and other candids you want to take and share with the world will happen but do what you’re supposed to do first and then get as snap happy as you want once you have a break that is long enough to do so. Or ask someone onset who isn’t busy to take pictures of you with your phone. COMMON SENSE TIP #5: Don’t Mess Up the Clothes You’re Wearing–They’re Not Yours Whether it’s a fashion show or a shoot, if you’re wearing clothing that doesn’t belong to you, make sure you’re being extra careful with whatever you’re doing. To avoid a disaster, you shouldn’t eat or drink while wearing an outfit. Wait until you’re changed or if you absolutely have to eat/drink, take all precautions with extra napkins, eat over a trash bin and/or stick your neck out far so that you’re not holding the food/beverage right over the clothes, etc. Ladies, if you’re wearing a gown or other long dress and have to use the bathroom, take a note from the brides out there and grab a lady friend to give you assistance so that you don’t end up potentially ruining the garment (no need to be embarrassed by the situation, many helpers/dressers/assistants have done this before or are aware of this possibly happening). Believe me, it’s better to be embarrassed and come away from the restroom with your outfit intact instead of getting cussed out, blacklisted or possibly even responsible for the cost of cleaning the garment if it gets messed up because you thought you could teeter-totter over the toilet with precision while wearing a gown with a train. If you know you’re a tad disaster prone or clumsy, err on the side of caution and bring some comfy and easy to change into clothing so that if you need to do something that could possibly ruin an outfit, you can switch things up and do what you gotta do with no worries. COMMON SENSE TIP #7: Taking a Shower is Enough. It may seem counter intuitive but don’t wear deodorant. I don’t care what the newest television commercials say. Don’t chance it. Deodorant can streak, stain and mess up certain fabrics. If you’re one for sweating, a common practice many models use (myself included) is to take tissues or paper towels and place them under your arms whenever you’re not in front of the camera or on the runway. This will create an absorbent barrier between your pits and the fabric. It may look silly but it’s part of the territory and people onset will understand and even be ready with a roll of paper towels or box of tissues once you request it. The same goes for perfumes, colognes and body sprays. They can stain the clothing and may linger on the fabric after you’ve long gone. Designers oftentimes don’t want their clothes coming back to them smelling like random people, not to mention being considerate of people’s potential allergies or sensitivity to certain scents.

[gottahavepride]

its so weird i like “girly” (listen dont shoot me im using the word in the societal context we all understand even if its bullshit to assign binary gender to inanimate objects) things but like... would probably/definitely never wear them???

like cute sparkly jewelry. floaty wispy light airy dresses/skirts. adorable quirky scarves. like i wear long flowy skirts in the house sometimes for convenience and immediately feel uncomfortable if i go upstairs bc im almost certain the entire house (- boyf) is judging me like “lol.... genderqueer my ass.... ok sweaty y u wearin a skirt then” and probably they arent but yknow

i like the idea of these things! i even like the idea of these things on my body! and that includes makeup and heels and long hair and everything else stereotypically assigned to feminine people! but like when i put it on and i go in public it’s just instant WOW YOURE ALL MISGENDERING THE FUCK OUT OF ME AND IT’S MY OWN FAULT.

and i mean i get misgendered anyway but. it’s also frustrating because if i was amab then wearing these things would be reaffirming my identity. it’s so!! fucking!!! frustrating!!!!!!

bc my gender identity is so chill when i’m alone. i gots dem titties an i dgaf.... until the fact that i gots dem titties makes everybody assume im not a guy. then its a problem. and like idk if dysphoria can worsen but??? my voice is now pretty much an issue 95% of the time, even when im alone, and it used to not be. i used to have such an exaggerated reaction like “nope done talking” and now its so constant that i just internalize the discomfort and try to pretend it doesnt exist.

idk ive been considering T recently (not that i would have the option financially for several more years) but yooo there are so many potential (and/or pretty much guaranteed things) i don’t want. or at least don’t think i want. like facial hair? nah bro. could get laser removal but that’s even more money on top of the T. and the issue is that like... there’s a singular benefit i want from T - voice. just want my voice deeper. and it’s not guaranteed to get deep enough (with a low dose like i’d do) to even fureaking matter. meanwhile i would probably have bristly chin hairs and longer leg hair and pit hair (i dont fuckin shave shit fuck yall fuck that nonsense) and at the same time go bald bc my brother started balding at like 16 and my uncles (only related thru maternal grandma but w/e) starting balding early-ish. and just. ugh. not worth it?? could just train my voice maybe???

anyway this has been #genderrants (gender ants haha) brought to you by yours truly