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wombywoo · 7 months

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Ok! I've finally decided to put together a (somewhat) comprehensive tutorial on my latest art~

Please enjoy this little step-by-step 💁‍♀️

First things first--references!

Now I'm not saying you have to go overboard, but I always find that this is a crucial starting point in any art piece I intend on making. Especially if you're a detail freak like me and want to make it as realistic as possible 🙃

As such, your web browser should look like this at any given point:

Since this is a historical piece, it means hours upon hours of meaningless research just to see what color the socks are, but...again. that isn't, strictly, necessary 😅

Once I've compiled all my lovely ref pics, I usually dump them into a big-ass collage ⬇️

(I will end up not using half of these, alas :'D)

Another reference search for background material, and getting to showcase our models of choice for this occasion~

When picking a reference for an actor or model, the main thing I keep in mind (besides prettiness 🤭) is lighting and orientation. Because I already kinda know what pose I'm gonna go with for this piece, I can look for specific angles that might fit the criteria. I should mention that I am a reference hound, and my current COD actor ref folder looks like this:

Also keep in mind, if you're using a ref that you need to flip, make sure you adjust accordingly. This especially applies to clothing, as certain things like pants zippers and belt buckles can be quite specific ☝️

Now that we've spent countless hours googling, it's time to start with a rough sketch:

It doesn't have to be pretty, folks, just a basic guideline of where you want the figures to be.

The next step is to define it more, and I know this looks like that 'how to draw an owl' meme, but I promise--getting from the loose sketch above to below is not that difficult.

Things to keep in mind are--don't go too in-depth with the details, because things are still subject to change at this point. In terms of making a suitable anatomically-correct sketch, I would suggest lots of studying. This doesn't even have to be things like figure drawing, I genuinely look at people around me for inspiration all the time. Familiarize yourself with the human form, and things like weight, proportions, posing will seem a little more feasible.

It's also important at this stage to consider your composition. Remember to flip the canvas frequently to make sure you're not leaning to one side too often. I'm sure something can be said for the spiral fibonacci stuff, which I don't really try to do on purpose, but I think keeping things like symmetry and balance in mind is a good start ✌️

Next step is just blocking in the figures. Standard. No fuss 👍

Now onto the background!

It's frankly hilarious how many people thought I was *hand-drawing* these maps and stuff 😂😂 I cannot even begin to comprehend how insanely difficult that would be. So yeah, we're just taking the lazy copy and paste way out 🤙

I almost always prepare my backgrounds first, and this is mostly to get a general color scheme off the bat. For collage work, it's really just a matter of trial and error, sticking this here, slapping this there, etc. I like to futz around with different overlay options until I've found a nice arrangement. Advice for this is just--go nuts 🤷‍♀️

Next, I add a few color adjustments. I tend to make at least 2 colors pop in an art piece, and low and behold, they usually tend to be red and blue ❤️💙There's something about warm/cool vibes, idk man..

Now we move on to coloring the figures. This is just a basic block and fill, not really defining any of the details yet.

Next, we add some cursory values. Sloppy airbrush works fine, it'll look better soon I promise 🙏

And now--rendering!

I know a lot of beginner artists are intimidated by rendering, and I can totally understand why. It's just one of those things you have to commit to 💪

I've decided to show a brief process of rendering our dear Johnny's face here:

Starting off, I usually rely on the trusty airbrush just to get some color values going. Note--I've kept my sketch layer on top, but feel free to turn it on and off as you work, so as to not be too bound to the sketch. For now, it's just a guideline.

This next stage may look like a huge jump, but it's really just adding more to the foundation. I try to think of it like putting on make-up in a way~ Adding contours, accentuating highlights. This is also where I start adding in more saturation, especially around areas such as ears, nose and lips. Still a bit fuzzy at this point, but that's why we keep adding to it 💪

A boy has appeared! See--now I've removed most of the line layer, and it holds up on its own. I'll admit that in order to achieve this realistic style, you'll need lots and lots of practice and skill, which shouldn't be discouraging! Just motivate yourself with the prospect of getting to look at pretty men for countless hours 🙆‍♀️

I'll probably do a more in-depth explanation about rendering at some point, but let's keep this rolling~

Moving forward is just a process of adding to the figures bit by bit. I do lean towards filling in each section from top to bottom, but you can feel free to pop around to certain parts that appeal to you more. I almost always do the faces first though, because if they end up sucking, I feel less guilty about scrapping it 😂 But no--I think he's pretty enough to proceed 😚

They're coming together now 🙆‍♀️ Another helpful tip--make sure you reuse color. By that, I mean--try to incorporate various colors throughout your piece, using the eyedropper tool to keep a consistent palette. I try to put in bits of red and blue where I can

Here they are fully rendered! Notice I've made a few subtle changes from the sketch, like adjusting the belt buckles because I made a mistake 😬 Hence why you shouldn't put too much stock in your initial sketch~

The next step is more of a stylistic choice, but I usually go over everything with an outline, typically in a bright color like green. Occasionally, I can just use my initial line layer, but for this, I've made a brand new, cleaner line 👍

And the final step is adjusting the color and adding some text:

Tada!! It's done!

All in all, this took me the better part of a week, but I have a lot of free time, so yeah ✌️

I hope you appreciated that little walkthrough~ I know people have been asking me how I do my art, but the truth is--I usually have no clue how to explain myself 😅 So have this half-assed tutorial~

As a bonus, here is a cute (cursed) image of Johnny without his mustache:

A baby, a literal infant child !!! who put this wee bairn on the front lines ??! 😭

Anyway! peace out ✌️

#tutorial #my art #art tutorial #since people have been asking #I remembered to save my process from this latest work~#enjoy 🙆‍♀️

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bigfatbimbo · 2 months

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AHHHH, NUMBER ONE PLEAAASSSEEEEEE!!!

- 🤖/🫀(?) Anon

a/n — the prompt was this (first one), but if you want to educate yourself on this little au (HOUSE WIFE VOX AHH) of mine, here, here and here!

warnings — dom reader, sub vox, orgasm denial, handjobs, VERY rushed, not entirely proofread, my heart really wasn’t in it guys

summary — For once, Vox is being good and doing the dishes, so what could you do except for fuck with him until he gets the job done?

On the rare occasion you came home and all of what Vox considered his duties around the house were done, you felt it right to reward him.

Of course, he wasn’t exactly done yet. His attention lay on the dishes in the sink, to which you decided happily to distract him from.

Sneaking up behind him, you placed your hands on either side of his hips, planting a kiss on the open spot on his neck, and where his apron was tied in the back.

“What are you doing?” He inquired, almost sighing at the distraction, but not stopping his continuous scrub on the plate in his hands.

Your hands drifted from his hips, to his thighs, “You did a good job today. ‘Thought i’d give you some attention.”

He stopped moving when your hands slid under his apron and toyed with the zipper on his pants. “Watch it,” He warned.

“Well don’t stop on account of me,” You tease, planting another kiss on the nape of his neck, “Keep working, and so will I.”

“Jesus christ,” Vox groaned, seeing quickly where this was going. That didn’t stop your hand from slipping into his pants, “You know, that’s really not fucking fair—“

He was cut off with a moan as you wrap your hand around the length of his cock, slipping it out of his pants, touching the bare fabric of the apron.

“Uh-huh, you’d, what, rather me stop?” You say, dragging your thumb along the tip of his cock.

His hands almost drop the plate he was holding, before hissing out, “No.”

“Then, I suggest you keep working,” You say playfully, toying with his cock in your hands before finally giving him long strokes.

Dragging your hand up and down his length, his hands begin to shake, biting back whines from your touch. Although humiliated, he tried to focus on small steps while trying to keep the composure to complete them. Rinse off the plate, put it on the rack.

“Good boy,” You say, watching his hands rinse off a few cups. The praise went right through him and shot to his dick, which twitched in your hands.

He whimpered, before muttering a small, “Stop it.” Vox wasn’t entirely sure of what he was specifically referring to, but he knew that if you continued with words like that, he’d get nothing done.

He reminded himself of the task at hand, start on the next plate. Going through the motions became abruptly harder when, almost cruelly, your hand sped up. He whined at your motions, leaning his head back into you, resting it onto his shoulder. Which, however wasn’t as comfortable for you as it was for him, considering the pointy screen edgy poking into your jaw.

“Focus,” you remind, slowing down and drawing out a whine of disapproval. His hold on the dish grew tighter, as he scrubbed the plate harder, “Good, sweetheart, very good.”

“Oh god, f—fzz—fuck I can’t—“ He tried to speak, but was unable to form a coherent sentence under the pressure of getting his chore done, and the sensation of your hand gently stroking his length.

Use soap to scrub the dish. He wasn’t sure why he was getting so worked up about a simple hand job. It was true, with your work, and his fragile mental state, you two hadn’t had enough time to do anything like this of late. Still, neither of you had expected him to be just so needy.

“Such a pretty, good little housewife for me, baby,” you cooed all too sweetly. Although, he didn’t find that to be much of a compliment.

“No i’m— nngh— not!” He snapped, but his tone faltered into more of a whine than a hiss. But to his dismay, once glance down at the motion of his hands against a fine china dish proved him wrong.

“Oh but you are, baby. And you’re so good at it too, ‘m so proud of you,” You drew on, planting another kiss on the tie of his apron against his neck.

He moaned loudly and buffered to the point of almost dropping the dish he was holding. Just keep scrubbing. But he couldn’t focus, not with you rubbing in how submissive his role in the relationship was. His mind clouded up, and he could feel his release draw nearer.

“Please, I’m gonna—“ Vox’s claws began to cause little cracks on the plate he was washing “—fuck, please, ‘m close.”

“Careful, sweetie. Wouldn’t wanna get your pretty little apron all dirty,” He let out a loud whine of disappointment at your comment, “I’d hate for you to have to run the laundry again, Vox.”

He whimpered pathetically at your indirect denial. Just keeping working, he reminded himself, although this hands started to shake uncontrollably. Scrub the plate, just keep scrubbing the plate.

But then, as expected, the plate broke cleanly into two. And just like that, your hand pulled away and your body followed, drawing out a noise of complaint from Vox.

“Hm,” You examine, “Maybe I was wrong. You’re a terrible housewife.”

And like that, you left him hard, exposed and desperate against the kitchen sink.

a/n — Wow, this killed me! Which is actually such a bummer because I was so excited about this prompt too. But honestly, I was just trying to get it done because I can’t stand not finishing the things I start and I already took a day long break.

Anyways, basically, just take my brain scraps everyone. I AM NOT!!! proud of this. 😞

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel smut #vox x reader #dom reader #inbox open #hazbin vox x reader #vox x you #vox smut #sub vox

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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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Oral Distraction Scenarios | LUCIFER, LEVIATHAN, SATAN and BEELZEBUB 2.6k words | NSFW | gn!Reader | Smutty Content warnings: Oral sex as stress relief, some hurt/comfort, dom/sub undertones (squinting @ Lucifer), demon form mentioned (Levi), dirty talk, suggestive comments.

LUCIFER

Lucifer humors you when he lets you push his chair away from his desk. By the time you kneel at his feet, he’s already leaning his chin on his hand and smirking down at you.

“Make this worth my while,” he challenges you. When you put your hands on his knees and slide your palms up his thighs, he spreads his legs to make more room for you. You push his thighs apart even more just to prove a point, even though you know he’s keeping track of all your moments of bratty defiance for later.

His cock is already hard and straining against his slacks by the time you unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper with your teeth. You nuzzle against his cock through his silk boxer briefs and feel the hint of dampness from his leaking tip. You glance at his face as you pull his cock free. He’s staring at you with dark eyes and he’s still like a predator. You lick the wet head of his cock and slide your lips down his shaft, but even with his cock in your mouth, it still feels like he has all the power.

“You were worried I was working too much, but you just wanted an excuse to suck my cock, didn’t you?” he asks you, but his teasing façade cracks. His voice is a bit breathier than usual, and he bites his lip to muffle his groans. One of his hands is clenched on his armrest while the other cradles the back of your head. It’s a firm weight on your neck to encourage the slow, wet glide of your lips; he’s not pushing or pulling you faster or deeper than you want to go.

One of your hands steadies his cock while you draw him deep into your mouth until your nose brushes against the soft hair at his base. You let him feel you gag around him before you drag your lips back up again. You take a moment to suck on the head of his cock and lap up the pre-cum pooling at the tip before you repeat the motion over and over again.

Your other hand is resting on his thigh, and you can feel the subtle tremor in his legs as his orgasm approaches. The bitten-off curses he mutters under his breath signal his impending release, and you bob your head on his cock with fervor so he finally comes with a low groan. His cum floods your mouth and you intentionally pull back so the last drops ooze from his cock and onto your lips. He tracks the movement of your tongue when you swipe it across your mouth and swallow.

He reaches down with a gloved finger and collects the traces of him that you missed. He taps your bottom lip and you suck the digit into your mouth obediently. The salty musk of his cum is laced with a touch of leather, and you let his finger slide from your mouth with a pop .

“Perhaps I’ll join you in bed after all,” he murmurs. Your cheeks grow warm from his praise and the look of fondness and lust swirling in his eyes. His cock stirs between his legs, and he gasps when you surprise him and lean forward once more.

Maybe next time when you ask him to take a break, he won’t be so stubborn.

LEVIATHAN

Leviathan flails in his computer chair when you dart under his desk. You’ve been reading in his tub and listening to him grow more and more frustrated with how his raid’s been going. By the time his guild stops for a break, Levi’s body is tense and his fingers tap angrily against the keyboard like he’s resisting the urge to pick it up and snap it over his knee. He didn’t even notice your approach until you settled on your knees between his legs. He’s in a t-shirt and loose sweatpants which makes things so much easier.

“Wait, what are you–?” he starts to ask, but the question dies in his throat when you palm his cock through his pants. He’s not hard, but you can feel his cock twitch beneath your hand and you bite your lip. You stroke him gently, encouraging his cock to full hardness.

“Let me help you relax, baby,” you murmur and gaze at him with a hint of a pout pursing your lips. His ears turn pink from your little pet name for him. Your lips curl into a satisfied smile when he swallows thickly and nods.

“Uhh…o-okay, but there’s only a few minutes left on the break timer,” he warns you when his eyes dart to his monitor.

How dare sucking his cock interfere with his raid? But you wouldn’t be with him if you weren’t willing to compromise for his hobbies.

“Of course,” you reassure him. You tug on the waistband of his pants and he lifts his hips so you can slide them down his thighs to his knees. He’s naked under his sweatpants and his cock is hard and twitching for you. “You might want to mute your mic.”

He flicks a switch on his headset and he looks like he wants to ask you why, but he throws his head back against his hair with a loud moan when you swallow him down in one slick move. You bob your head faster than you’d normally like, but you’re desperate to make him come before he gets distracted again by his game.

He’s chasing his pleasure and you know he won’t last long. He’s thrusting into your mouth with shallow movements of his hips, not enough to choke you, but it makes the whole thing feel even more sloppy and rushed and hot. His arm is thrown over his eyes and he’s chanting your name under his breath along with an incoherent litany of slurred curses and satisfied moans. “I’m so close I don’t think I can–wait, yeah, oh fuck, right there, yes, yes, yes, please—!”

His whiny pleas join the chorus of slick sounds made by your lips wrapped around his cock. He cries loudly when he finally comes, shooting ropes of cum that land across your tongue and dribble down your throat. You pull away and stroke his half-hard cock through the aftershocks and delight in the way his whole body twitches. When he squirms away from your touch, you lean back on your heels and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. His forehead glistens with sweat, and his cheeks are red from exertion and pleasure.

You stand up and lean forward to kiss his lips, and he whimpers when he tastes himself on your tongue. You whisper in his ear what naughty things he can do to you with his tail later once his raid is over; hopefully he’s relaxed enough now that he can focus and finish his game early tonight.

“Uh huh,” he agrees and nods eagerly, chasing your mouth even as you pull away. His eyes are blown black with lust and you smirk when his horns appear. His tail starts to curl around your thigh and tries to bring you forward into his lap.

You push back against his chest when glance at his monitor and chuckle. “I think your friends are waiting for you.”

There’s a chat box full of messages like “WTF???” and “BREAK ENDED 5 MINS AGO!” on his game screen. Levi scrambles to pull his pants back up while you head back to his tub with an eager bounce in your step.

It’s less than fifteen minutes later when a familiar horned shadow falls over you. You glance up from your book and grin when his tail wraps around your ankle and pries your legs apart.

SATAN

Satan’s aura thrums with energy when you find him in his room before bed. You weren’t home for it, but you heard from the others that he and Lucifer had a bit of a tiff. It wasn’t a full-blown fight, but whatever happened left Satan a little worse for wear.

He likes to read to you at nighttime, and despite his troubled mood, he insists he still wants to. You lay down beside him and rest your chest in his chest while he opens the book and begins where he left off. You glance up at him worriedly; there’s a rough tremor in his voice, and he’s flicking through the pages with less care than usual.

You’re tracing abstract shapes on his chest with your fingers, and you slowly move your hand further down his abdomen. He stumbles over a word when you reach the waistband of his sleep pants, and his breath hitches when you slide your hand underneath. His cock is half-hard by the time you stroke your fingers along his shaft and give him a few lazy pumps.

He moans quietly, and he stares at you when you shift your body down the bed until you’re hovering above his crotch. “What are you—?”

“Keep reading,” you murmur as you lower his pants enough so that his cock springs free. He glances between you and the book in his hand, but he starts reading in a slightly strained voice.

He doesn’t stop when you gather the pre-cum at the tip of his cock and suck it off your fingers. He moans slightly but continues reading when you trace the veins of his cock from base to tip with your tongue. When you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and suck gently, he grunts and reaches for you so he can caress your cheek with his free hand. He swallows thickly as he stares at you with something like wonderment. When he begins reading again, you reward him and finally swallow him down.

“Fuck,” he whispers into the quiet of his room. The soft, wet sounds of your lips around his cock and his heavy breathing fill the empty space between you. You clench your thighs together to try and stave off your own arousal; you want him to come first, and based on the shallow, jerky movements of his hips, it won’t take long.

He tips his head back and whispers sweet nothings under his breath. You swallow him down deeper than before and hum around his cock. The vibrations of your lips finally cause him to break, and he gasps and thrusts into your mouth as he empties himself. His eyes are locked onto yours while you swallow every drop his cock spills inside you. He strokes your face gently until you finally let his softening cock slip from between your lips. He pulls you up onto his lap and kisses you until you’re both breathless. By the time he rolls you underneath him, he’s hard again and more than eager to return the favour.

BEELZEBUB

You don’t understand all the rules of Fangol, but what you do know is that Beelzebub’s team rarely loses. It was a close game, but even from the stands you can see the defeated slump in Beel’s shoulders when he leads his team off the field towards the locker rooms. You try to wave to him, but his eyes are downcast and he doesn’t see you. You hand Mammon the sign you made so he can carry it home for you, and you head down the stadium to wait for Beel.

You fidget nervously as his teammates trickle out of the locker room one at a time, but there’s no sign of Beel anywhere. One of his friends gestures behind him and tells you Beel’s still in there, and you take it as an invitation to fetch him yourself.

There’s no response when you tentatively open the locker room door and call his name. You follow the sound of running water and find Beel leaning against the wall just out of the water spray. His head is tilted back and a frown creases his brow. When he opens his eyes, he looks sad and bitter with disappointment. He’s not ashamed of his nakedness and doesn’t hide himself from you. He’s not surprised to see you, either; he smelled you as soon as you walked through the door.

The water hisses around you and he wants to tell you to go home, but he knows you won’t—you’re always there for him even when he’s too ashamed to ask you to stay.

You walk towards him, uncaring that the warm mist around you is making your skin tacky. Your thin shirt clings to your chest and Beel’s eyes trail down to where the hint of your naked skin peeks through the flimsy material.

By the time you press yourself against him and reach for his cock, he’s already hard and twitching for you. His eyes are dark and hungry and he stares at your lips while you pump his cock lazily.

“What do you want?” you ask him breathlessly. His eyes still look desperate and you’ll give him anything he wants.

He groans deep in his chest and pulls you in for a kiss. There’s nothing gentle about the way his lips move against yours, or the way his tongue licks across the seam of your mouth. His hands grasp your shoulders and explore your dips and curves, groping at your chest through your shirt and circling your waist so he can crush you against him.

“I want you,” he pants when you break the kiss. He tries to follow your lips, but you slide to your knees and wrap one of your hands around his thigh while the other grips his cock at the base.

“Want you first,” you murmur before you place an open-mouthed kiss on the tip of his cock. You taste the trickle of arousal already seeping out when you flick your tongue against the slit. When he curls his hand around the back of your head, you let him push you down until you choke on him. You glance up and look at him through your lashes, and his dark eyes are making a silent plea; when you nod your assent, as gently as you can with his cock in your mouth, he guides your movements in time with his hips.

His thrusts are slow and gentle at first, letting you get used to the way his cock stretches your lips so obscenely. You can’t even hear the shower anymore; all you can focus on is his heavy breathing and the whistling sound you make when you breathe through your nose. There’s a soft, slick noise when your lips drag up and down his cock under his firm touch. Your drool and his arousal coat his length and trickle from the corners of your mouth.

Beel isn’t very vocal when he fucks you, but today his movements are punctuated by groans and grunts that makes your blood boil with your own arousal. He gasps loudly if you tighten the suction around the head of his cock just right before he pushes your head back down, and it turns you on so much that you keep doing it over and over as you coax him towards his release.

It doesn’t take long for him to come, not with the adrenaline of the game still pumping through his veins as he fucks your throat. He groans your name and bites his lip, and he pulls your head off his cock in time for him to shoot thick ropes of cum in your open mouth and across the bottom half of your face. You lick your lips and he drops to his knees and kisses you. You’re both covered in him now, but neither of you care–it’s a perfect excuse to drag him under the showerhead and see if you can help him relax a little bit more before you go home together.

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latenighttalking00 · 8 months

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A Work of Art

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Fem! Reader

Summary: You are a Marchioness from france and your mother is adamant that you wed. She is a very close friend of the Dowager Vicountess Bridgerton who has so generously agreed to be your sponsor for the season. Perhaps in doing this, she has unknowingly found her son's perfect match as well.

Warnings: slow-ish burn, friends to lovers, smut, 18+, minors dni, hair pulling, possessive/dirty talk, fingering, oral (f receiving). This is just porn with a plot.

Word Count: 2k

Author's Note: Hi! This is my first time writing, so apologies if it's a bit rough; English isn't my native language. Hopefully, you all absolutely drool over Benedict the same way I do. enjoy!

Once the social season had begun its approach, you and your family make haste on your return from france. Due to your newly given title, you are projected to be quite the diamond this season indeed.

As a close friend of the family, the Dowager Viscountess, Violet Bridgerton kindly offers to sponsor your debut this season, meaning that it is now of the utmost importance to arrive promptly at the Bridgerton home in London before the season is to begin.

As you sit in the drawing room, awaiting the next potential suitors you will inevitably send on their way, the clear and evident dread in your expression does not go unnoticed by your mother. A quick swat to your knee from her fan catches your attention, a visible look of warning on her face as your eyes meet hers.

"I do hope that attitude of yours is quick to dissipate." She sighs, "Men will find you quite inadequate to wed if you are to continue this ridiculous behavior. It is quite unladylike." Your mother's words cut right through you as if she had taken a hot paring knife to both of your ears. Not being able to withstand it any longer, you quickly stand from your seat and interrupt her.

"Mother, this gown and the line of men outside the door are quite suffocating enough; no need for your incessant nagging as well." You take a moment to pause, regaining your composure.

"I believe I am feeling quite faint; perhaps I've seen enough suitors today." You threaten rather than suggest, "I will return to my chambers and perhaps get a bit of rest seeing as the sun has already began it’s departure from the sky."

You bow and quickly excuse yourself before making haste out the door, walking as fast as your feet can take you, right past the men who are practically begging for just a minute of your attention.

You race directly to your bedroom, entering quickly and not even fully shutting the door before you are pulling down the zipper of your gown and letting it fall to the floor. "This retched thing must come off immediately," you mumble to yourself as you pull at the laces of your corset, loosening them just enough to slide off your body. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you slip off your stays and slip on a beautiful white nightgown you purchased from one of the most talented modiste in france.

Shortly after the maids come to collect your gown, you are quick to wander down the halls in search of a cure to your relentless boredom. you find what appears to be an art studio and you are instantly overjoyed. you quietly sneak in through the door left ajar.

Art was your pride and joy; your sketches and the ability to produce beautiful works on canvas were the only things keeping you from becoming a mad woman.

Unbeknownst to you, Violet's second-eldest son and the owner of said art studio had just returned home from the gentleman's club. As he makes his way down the hall, prepared to return to his studio and peacefully finish up some things he started the night prior, he is met with complete and udder surprise at the sight of a woman flipping through his sketchbooks.

He feels as if the air has been knocked right from his lungs. Never once has a woman looked so real, raw, and simply ethereal to him in nothing but a simple yet elegant night gown, the pages in between your delicate fingers, the way in which you sit, your effortless and beautiful features, and the way they change and turn to show your focus, the true and utter intrigue at the charcoal etched on the paper is more than enough to bring a man directly to his knees.

He watches as you adjust your position, your nightgown sliding up your thighs as you cross a leg over the other. He feels as if he might faint.

“those are from my time traveling.” he points, making his way in to the room.

So lost in thought, you are quickly brought back by the sound of the deep and sultry voice coming from the hallway, it sends chills down your body, you are unable to fight the butterflies in your stomach and are completely unprepared for what you’re eyes are met with the second they dare to leave the pages in front of you. He is perhaps one of the most beautiful men you have ever seen, the way his features darken in the dim candle light could cause scandal merely on its own.

As he makes his way over to you, you scramble to find any sort of words to not appear as a complete and udder fool. “désolée, my Lord. All this beautiful artwork caught my eye and i could not help myself.” your voice only making his new found attraction grow even stronger.

“Benedict Bridgerton..” he says just loud enough for you to hear. He is quick to take your hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Miss y/n y/l/n” you respond, a blush creeps over your cheeks as your eyes meet his. Your name and accent are both very quick explanations as to why a very random beautiful woman was wondering in

his family home.

“Ah yes, the Marchioness from France. My mother has done quite a bit of boasting upon your arrival, i can now see why she was so keen on you being the diamond of this social season” he chuckled lightly “merci, Lord Bridgerton.” you offer him a warm smile as you place the sketch book in his hands.

Your hand grazes his and you feel as if your body is set aflame. You quickly fumble to stand, attempting to leave before any further scandal is to happen. he is quick to catch you by the arm, his light grasp more than enough to keep you in place.

“Please, stay as long as you’d like.” He offers, taking a step towards you, but you are quick to shake your head, knowing staying any longer may very well affect your title and rank during this very precious season.

“You are more than kind.” you place a hand over his and squeeze lightly. He leans even closer, your face mere inches from his. his scent fills your nose and you cannot control the heat that consumes your body, the sheer need you have for him in this very moment. “I must- i uh-..” he raises an eyebrow at your words. though his proximity fogs your brain, you attempt to compose yourself. “Perhaps i can show you some of my art in the duration of my stay here.“ he smirks, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip as he nods “if what you create is half as beautiful as you, my art will never hold a candle to yours.” he compliments.

Your breathe catches in your throat as his words. “..Benedict- Apologies, Lord Bridgerton..” you quickly correct yourself, the use of his first name not going unnoticed by him. “I’m sure both your and my Mother will have quite the earful if i am found in here, i must go.” Before he is even able to protest, you are gone.

As the days pass, You begin to consume his every waking thought, the sound of your voice, the feeling of your skin on his is burned in to his memory and he cannot shake his want for you.

Anthony is quick to notice his admiration, the wandering stares and close proximity immediately become apparent in Anthony’s eyes. As the family settles in the drawing room, Anthony is quick to pull His younger brother aside “You’ve grown quite close with Marchioness” Anthony offers his younger brother a warning glance and Benedict simply smirks in return “Brother, are you suggesting that i’ve compromised Miss y/l/n?” he laughs. Anthony in no way finds this amusing “See to it that your intentions are well thought out and you are thinking with your brain rather than something else. She is a Marchioness, toying with oversea affairs may be more than risky, even for a Bridgerton.” Anthony notes, the clear and evident weariness in his voice wipes the smile right off Benedict’s face

“Brother, do remind me. Did you not ask for one Sharma’s hand in marriage and then proceed to marry the other? You need not inform me on scandal for i am more than well aware of what i am doing.” he place a hand on Anthony shoulder and squeezes light before walking away.

time skip

Benedict does everything in his power to gain every fraction of your attention when it is available. The two of you spending more time together than any of the men attempting to court you. This new grown fondness blossoms quickly and Benedict soon becomes one of your most trusted friends. Spending late nights in his art studio, promenades in the garden, pall mall with his family. You’ve never felt more at home than with your dear Benedict and his lovely family. This fondness grows very quickly to something much stronger. Knowing Benedict’s stance on courting and marriage in general, you shake the thought. Knowing your dear friend will never see you as anything but.

While enjoying another late night in his studio, you can’t help but feel different. You both are well aware your time together is coming to end. Suitors begin growing impatient and proposals begin rolling in faster than the tide.

“I quite like Lord Lumley, he is handsome and he finds interest in poetry.” Benedict is quick to laugh “Lord Lumley is a dimwit after nothing but your title.” you wince at his words “Clearly he’s much more of a gentleman than you.” You tease, crossing your arms over your chest. “Excuse me?” he asks, the change in his tone sending heat right between your thighs. He rises from his place on the stool and saunters over to you, his large frame towering over yours.

“Repeat what you said.” he orders

“Ben i was merely kidding i-“ you stutter, his proximity making your skin feel as if it were on fire.

“Do not make me ask you again.” he warns, a smirk on his face

You are a bit taken a back by his demeanor but the insatiable desire in your body fills you with a sudden surge of confidence. “Lord Lumley is more of a gentleman than you, Lord Bridgerton.”

Benedict lets out a low chuckle before leaning down, his mouth right by your ear.

“Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps Lord Lumley isn’t plagued by the same un-gentleman like thoughts that fill my head the moment you step into a room.” he sighs, his breath on your skin only making matters worse.

Your hands find his half buttoned shirt and you press your hands lightly to his chest “Benedict.” you warn.

he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes with his own. Your noses practically grazing as he speaks. “Tell me now that you do not desire me.” His hands rest on either side of your face “Simply speak the words and i will respectfully withdraw and allow you to be with whomever you like but first you must tell me you do not desire me and you wish for me to leave you alone.”

“Ben.” You mumble quitely. Every feeling or emotion that the second eldest Bridgerton has ever caused immediately rises to the surface. At a complete loss for words, you do what you feel is right in the very moment and you bring your lips to his.

The kiss quickly fills with passion, weeks of hidden adoration and care comes bubbling over the surface.

“Marry me.” he say breathlessly as he breaks from the kiss. “You have shown me what is it truly like to admire a woman. To look at her and feel inspiration. To delight in her beauty. So much so that all of her defenses crumble and that you would willingly take on any pain or burden for her. To honor her being with your deeds and words. You make me feel what only a true poet describes." his works nearly bring you to your knees as tears threaten to escape your eyes. “I would move the heavens down to earth for you if i knew it would make you smile.”

“Benedict.. Je vous aime.” you reassure him “I love you mon chéri, more than the moon loves the night sky. You are my everything, my best-friend. I would give anything to be your wife.” He pulls you back in for another kiss which very quickly becomes heated.

He trails hot kisses all over your jaw, neck and bosom. “My beautiful Fiancée.” he mumbles, his wandering hands sliding their way up your thighs, threatening to breach the hem of your nightgown. You are immediately reminded of your current location and you push the dark haired boy back “Ben.. not here” you breathe out, The second Bridgerton son just smirks before kneeling down in front of you.

Unsure of what he’s planning, you remain silent, eyes trained on his as he begins trailing kisses up from your ankle to your inner thigh. His hands trail up the back of your legs, giving your ass a playful squeeze as he reaches it, causing a gasp to escape from your lips.

The mere sight of him like this sends heat directly between your thighs, all logical thinking thrown out the window as he begins to tug your panties down your thighs. A blush creeps over your cheeks and your hands find his hair, tugging lightly. Benedict continues with no hesitation, pressing light kisses all over your inner thighs, leading right up to your aching core. You’re unable to fight back the sounds that leave your lips as you feel his tongue pressed against your clit. “Christ Benedict… you’re going to be the death of me.”

He wastes no time, lapping, kissing and sucking at your soaked heat as strong hands grip on to your thighs, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. You lean against his desk to keep yourself upright while quiet moans and whimpers escape your lips, your hands pulling and tugging at his messy black hair, only encouraging him more. He pulls back only for a moment to look up at you “You taste fucking divine, my beautiful work of art.”

He is quick to return to your soaked heat. As his tongue works relentlessly on your clit, he slowly pushes two fingers inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust before slowly thrusting them in and out. Shortly after, you feel an unfamiliar knot form in the pit of your stomach and Benedict is aware immediately due to your incoherent mumbles and the way you clench around his fingers. “That’s my girl..” he says breathlessly “just like that..” After hearing his words, you completely unravel, shaky moans escape your lips as one hand grips on to the table and the other with a tight hold on your Fiancées hair.

Once your body has relaxed, he gently pulls your panties back up before standing to face you. You watch as he brings his fingers to your mouth “Open.” he commands and you immediately oblige, opening your mouth as he slides his fingers past your lips. The unfamiliar taste and the sheer sight in front of you causes a blush to fall over your face. He removes his fingers with a groan and offers your a smirk “You, my dear Fiancée are going to be the death of Me.”

A/N: Hi guys! I really hope every likes this :) if you have any request, feel free to send them to me :)

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x fem! reader #benedict #bridgerton #smut #anthony bridgerton #benedict smut #benedict bridgerton smut

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badasmuse · 6 months

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“Drunk and Possessive”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+(MDNI), language, drunk!bada, possessive!bada, lowercase intended, violence, suggestive if you squint, name calling (from outsiders), no relationship (yet)

Summary: bada takes you to a party and man she’s never been more angry.

A request so no song

bada has had a crush on you for so long. she’s your best friend and has been since you met on the playground after some little asshole was bullying you so she kicked sand in her face. even tho there’s six years between you two, you don’t let it bother you. you’re still besties for the resties.

but despite being able to read her like a book, you’re completely oblivious to her so disgustingly obvious crush. she’d do anything for you. literally anything. she proved that when one time you were walking in the park and thought it would be funny to go, “i bet you won’t grab that squirrel.” big mistake on your end cause the mf went and grabbed the squirrel and it bit her.

“you’re a fucking idiot why would you grab the squirrel?” you said driving her to the hospital.

“you told me to.” she said pouting, holding her bleeding hand close to her chest.

you’ve also had a crush on bada for awhile but you hide it from everyone. you didn’t think you were her type. you weren’t a dancer, you don’t have any real talent, you’re an art major but you don’t even think you can draw that well. (even tho you’re absolutely amazing to anyone else. especially bada.)

speaking of bada and art, you just left ceramics class, your last class of the day, and guess who’s outside with your favorite biggby drink and a soft pretzel.

“hey.” bada says softly as you approach her.

“you don’t understand how bad i needed this.” you say throwing your bag in the backseat and hugging bada tight, planting a light kiss on her cheek before taking the coffee and pretzel.

bada blushes and opens the door for you, grabbing your arm to help you in. “i don’t understand how you wear those heels.” she mumbles before closing the door and getting in the driver’s seat.

“i wear them to match your height. you’re too tall.”

she chuckles and starts driving. “you wanna come to a party with me tonight?”

“what i tell you about this last minute shit bada?” you say rolling your eyes.

“i know i know a week in advance. but like.. you’re not doing anything. might as well come.” she says pinching your cheek.

“i guess so.” you groan. “fine i’ll go. what time? what should i wear?”

“whatever you want.” bada pulls into the lot of your shared apartment and obviously goes around to open the door for you grabbing your hand to help you out.

“bada you’re such a gentleman.” you giggle going to grab your bag but she beats you to it.

“come on, angel.” she says walking behind you with a hand on your back. like she always does.

a few hours later, you’re out the shower and standing in front of the mirror wondering what to wear. you have two options and you don’t want to ask bada cause man- that woman is no help. none at all.

you settle on the short black dress and pair it with ankle boots, obviously heeled. you do a quick smokey eye look to match the dress and finally put it on pouting as you reach for the zipper but it’s just out of reach, barely touching your fingertips.

“bada~” you call out, the pout evident in your voice.

“yes?” she walks in fully dressed looking like a tall glass of water and all of a sudden, you’re thirsty.

but you’d never say that.

“can you zip this for me?” you give her doe eyes knowing she wouldn’t say no in the first place but they add character.

she walks behind you and gently pulls the zipper up and man the electricity that went through you when her long fingers brushed against your back.

“you look good.” bada comments looking at you through the mirror.

“thanks i’m hoping to find someone tonight. hopefully a relationship but a hookup is just as good.”

bada’s jaw clenches and she clears her throat, “let’s go.” she mumbles walking downstairs to get her shoes and keys.

you follow her grabbing your shoes and blushing when bada kneels to put them on for you and zip them up.

like girl how can you not see she in love with you???

———

once you arrive at the party, bada immediately goes to get a drink. you follow and pull her down so she can hear you, “don’t drink too much bada.” you whisper and she just nods.

you get yourself a drink and leave to find someone to dance with. you find yourself in the middle dancing with a group of people.

bada watches, standing next to lusher and tatter with a pout on her face.

“you know,” lusher starts, “if you just told her you love her she wouldn’t be all over them she’d be all over you.”

“if she feels the same way.” tatter added which she immediately regretted cause if looks could kill… yeah.

time passes and bada has had way too many. she can barely stand up straight and her speech is beyond slurred, she’s practically incoherent. not to mention her vision is incredibly blurry.

despite all that, she does see the guy that approaches you and starts dancing with you. you’re having a great time and bada is pissed.

she pushes herself off the wall and stumbles over to you and the guy. “hey.” she slurs separating you two.

“bada what are you doing?” you ask holding onto her as she slings her arm around you.

“she’s my girlfriend. back.. back off.” she says pushing the guy back.

“she’s been dancing with everyone in here.”

“mhm and i’m putting a stop to it. she’s mine. fuck off.”

“go ahead keep her. but in my opinion, if she’s gonna act like a whore i’d just pass her off.” he shrugs.

that sobered bada right up.

she runs a hand down her face, cocks her arm back, and swings. hitting the man full force in the face, knocking him to the ground.

“BADA!” you yell, barely able to hold her anymore. you quickly drag her outside and make her sit down on the curb. “what is your problem?” you ask, inspecting her hand.

“my problem? you. you’re my problem. you’re so fucking… oblivious. i’m in love with you and you’re constantly flirting with other people and sleeping with other people. you’re mine. i don’t want anyone else touching you the way i should be touching you!” bada grabs your hand and drags you towards her car.

“what are you doing?” you whispered.

“showing you that you’re mine.”

part 2 maybe?

#bada lee #swf2 #bada lee x reader #swf2 x reader #imagine #bada lee smut

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daintcas · 1 month

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can you write something where you go into mean!rafes tent when you’re camping with friends late at night, claiming you heard a noise but he doesn’t believe you and he discovers you’re true intentions was just to get in his pants🙏

oh my god this is so creative 😭 switched it up just a lil but i think it still fits ur idea !! apologies it took me so long to finally get around to it!

the leaves crunch under your feet as you approach the insanely massive and luxurious tent just a few feet from your own.

you knew it was risky since everyone else was already asleep in their equally as expensive sleeping arrangements. it must have been the long night of partying around a bonfire because the only sound filling your ears were the crickets lingering at the nearby creek.

with nobody to interrupt your poorly thought out and drunken plan - after a few too many hard seltzers - you slowly unzipped what you were pretty sure was the zipper of rafe's tent. in all honesty, you didn't know him. he was just one among many guys a mutual friend invited, but you were coherent enough to recognize the suggestive glances he spared you.

you bit your lip while carefully stepping inside, attempting to minimize the ruffle of the uncomfortable material. it's pitch black in the tent - which is tall enough for you to stand at your full height. that is until the light of a phone screen exposes you standing in the unwelcome space.

"the fuck are you doing?" the voice is low and mean, clearly irritated at the invasion.

blinking your eyes open and looking straight into the only source of light, you pause for a moment before remembering the excuse you prepared earlier. "i, um— there was a noise. i thought it was coming from here?"

a scoff is what you get in return and the click of a lantern replaces the accusing spotlight from the device. that's when you get a good look at him, clad in grey sweats and a dark hoodie, socks bunched at his ankles. "a noise?"

blinking your heavy eyelids and looking up at him through your lashes, you can't help but feel adrenaline at the sarcasm in his tone. the drinks weren't working in your favor, that's for sure.

"mhm," you all but bob your head "in— in here. a noise." the amusement spreading across his face in the form of a smirk seals the deal, suddenly making you feel so small under his tall stature steadily approaching.

"riiight.." he draws out, raking in your form just like he had been before, but this time really taking it slow. from your fluffy socks up to the tiny victoria secret boxers, up to the lace bra peeking out from under your baggy sweatshirt.

if a cold night in the woods didn't give you goosebumps, his gaze certainly did. you let him encroach on your space, eyes glued to his face and tilting your head back to keep contact.

"you lyin'?" he finally questions, though his expression shows he already knows the answer - and already knows how you intend on responding.

"no.." you reply in a weak effort to keep up your story and use your hands to symbolize a crash as you add, "it was like a.. like a bang!"

his smile is a bit softer before returning to the menacing way it was before and he nods along with a taunting hum. nodding his head to end the discussion you both knew ended before it started, he acknowledges you directly. "why don't you tell me why you're really in here? not very safe sneaking around at night, is it?"

with a defeated sigh, you shake your head, tucking some hair behind your ear and standing calmly in a way you normally wouldn't if sober and well-rested.

a million thoughts run through his mind of exactly how this situation could play out as he tongues at his cheek and watches you closely. eventually deciding to think with the tent in his pants rather than the one sheltering the two of you, he leans right in your face and nudges your chin up to face him with the knuckle of his pointer finger.

"i'm sure your lil tent is cold, huh? why don't you uh— let me keep you warm, hm?" he offers while letting the scenarios run wild in his head. a pretty girl willingly bringing herself to him in the middle of the night, secluded, with nobody else in earshot.

it's like that's all you were waiting for because an eager yet still sweet and innocent smile finds your face. only able to squeak out a "'kay" before he's leading you gently by your upper arm to an air mattress - as of now still completely inflated.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron prompt

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vanfleeter · 8 months

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In Your Dreams // JTK

Characters: Jake x Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ as always. Sex. P in V. Anal sex. Use of sex toys. Teasing. Edging. Masturbating. Dom!Fem. Sub!Jake. Vice versa. Language. Praise. I probably missed something so let me know.

Author's Note: There is quite literally no editing for this so take it as it is. I threw it together right before soccer practice, I'm not joking.

Leaning against his dresser, one hand rubbing his jaw and the other palming himself through his jeans, he watches you intently as you slowly undress. Each move slowly killed him. Though the whimper he lets out as he watches you doesn’t hinder him from thinking of all the ways he’s going to fuck you once you allow him to touch you.

“Are you alright over there?” You call over your shoulder. “Aside from your whimpering, I assume you are.”

“Quit playing around..” You hear him growl.

Slowly you over your shoulder, the one you graciously and slowly exposed to him as you pushed your shirt off of it. “Or what?” You say, taking in every inch of the man. His eyes give off anger and lust and that’s when you know you have him right where you want him. Well that and the fact that the bulge beneath his pants suggest that he’s been in that very spot for a while. “I told you that you were going to watch me.”

“Will I get to touch you at all?”

You shrug and drop your shirt to the floor. “I don’t know–haven’t decided yet.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you decide that I can?”

You turn to face him, your breasts on full display for him. You lean against the bed and mimic his posture, one hand resting on your chin while the other one finds refuge between your legs.

“Touch yourself.”

“I am.”

You shake your head. “No.. Touch yourself. Come on now, Jacob. Free yourself. I just know it can’t be comfortable with your pants being so fucking tight right now.”

You watch carefully as he undoes his belt and drops it to the floor before making haste to undo the buttons of his pants and drawing down the zipper. Hooking his fingers beneath the waistband, he pushes them down and shimmies them off of his ankle. You smirked seeing that he opted for no underwear tonight.

“Why are you always commando?”

He smirks. “Makes for easy fucking. Less fabric in the way.”

“Oh? And you think you’re gonna fuck me tonight?”

“Am I not?” He says as he wraps his fist around his length and strokes it slowly from the very bottom to the tip and repeats.

“Oh Jakey.. I wish you could but you’ve been such a bad boy tonight.”

“How so?”

You cock your head to the side as you massage your clit. His eyes never leave that spot. “You were such an asshole to Sam at the studio.”

“Mmmm.. Well if he had stayed on beat, I wouldn’t have to yell at him.”

“There was also the argument with Josh.. Jakey, I know this is your band, you formed it after all–but baby, no one likes a tyrant.”

“You do,” He says, tipping his chin towards you. “Or else you wouldn’t be dripping wet.”

“And do you know that?”

“Because I can hear it,” He says. “I know what it sounds like.” His movements start to pick up in pace, the tip of his dick beginning to leak just a little. His face grows a little redder as his teeth sink into his bottom lip. He’s getting close.

Oh how you love to watch him get off. It turns you on so much that combined with your own masturbation, it’s bringing you close to yours.

“Baby..” He whimpers. “Baby, can I please.. Can I please cum?”

“Oh how I love it when you beg.” You say, your breathing labored as you further yourself closer to your orgasm. “Fuck.. Jake…”

“Hold it.” You tell him.

“Fuck.. I can’t..” He groans.

“I said hold it.” You say demand. “Do you still want to touch me?”

He painfully nods his head. “Yes, yes I do.” He says.

You motion him over and he doesn’t hesitate to move towards you. You point to the floor. “On your knees baby.” He sinks to his knees in front of you, his cock throbbing and pulsing, just begging to have some kind of relief. “Oh you look so pretty on your knees.” Not once have you faltered in keeping time with your movements. “Jacob, baby, can you make me cum?”

“Let me taste you, please.”

Slowly you remove your fingers from inside of you and drag them over his lips. He moans as he traces his lips with tongue and licks up all of your slick. He rises on his knees and buries his face in between your legs. Feeling his tongue lick through your folds before darting in and out of you sends you in a whirlwind.

“Oh god… Jake… Baby, you make me feel so good..” Along with his tongue, he adds in a couple digits and stretches you. “That’s it, Jakey. Make mommy cum?”

He groans against your center, the vibration making you moan a d grip tightly to his hair. He always had a weakness for a mommy kink. Despite always being the one that is dominant and you being the submissive, striking that one chord always had him weak in the knees.

Working you closer and closer to your orgasm, you hold on tightly to his shoulders to keep yourself upright as he brings forth your orgasm. You can barely say his name as the warmth spreads through your body.

He doesn’t miss a drop and makes certain that he licks up every last bit of your release before he stands to his feet and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Regaining your balance, you reach for his hand and pull him to the bed where you sit him down.

“Oh Jakey, you look like you’re in pain.”

“You have no idea..”

You smirk and sink down to your knees this time. Gently you spread his legs and wriggle yourself in between them before taking his cock in one hand and slowly pumping him. He watches you with a slackened jaw and blown pupils. A groan emits from his throat when you sink your mouth down and around his cock.

“Shit.. Baby, you feel so good..” He lifts his hips, thrusting into your mouth. You push on his thighs, settling him back down onto the bed. Sticking your tongue, you lick him upwards until you reach his tip. His body shutters and you feel him twitch. He flinches as you cup your free hand around his balls. “Fuck, baby..”

You tap the inside of his thigh as you sink further down onto him until he’s touching the back of your throat.

In no time, you had him releasing into your mouth and you were drinking him up like you're sucking down a water bottle. A string of curse words fly from his mouth and he falls backwards on the bed. You pull your mouth off him and stand to your feet.

“Look at you..” You say, admiring him as he comes down from his high. His chest heaving and his lips moving with no words being uttered or heard. “Are you ready to bed fucked?”

He picks up his head to look at you. A dazed look clouding his eyes. “What?”

“Well, you wanted to act like a bitch today, I guess you can be fucked like one too.”

His eyes widen and his jaw drops. “My god, babe, what has gotten into you?”

You shrug your shoulders. “Considering who my partner is, I’ve learned a lot.”

“Then give me everything.”

“Fair enough.” You say as you turn on your heels and go over to the bench.

As you rummage around in the bottom drawer of Jake’s dresser, the one he keeps locked at all times, he makes himself comfortable at the top of the bed and nestling his head into the pillows. You turn back to face him while holding the strap in your hand.

“Ohh.. On your stomach.. Interesting..” You say before walking back over to the bed. “Doggie style, your favorite position.”

He hums a chuckle and turns his head to look over his shoulder. “I want to know how you feel when I bend you over like this. Does it feel good with your ass in the air when you wiggle it for me?” He says as he shakes his ass.

You let out a cackle and climb onto the bed. “You make it look so sexy.” You say. “And your ass is so plump and beautiful.” You squeeze his ass cheeks within your hands and he moans.

“Josh’s squats come handy.”

You giggle and lean back to retrieve the strap. Leaning over him, you hold the plastic, blue dildo out to him. “Make it wet baby.” He opens his mouth and you insert the toy. You watch him as he sucks and licks the dildo, making sure that it’s slick and wet. “Good job..” You say as you remove it and strap it on around your waist.

“Tell me your colors babe.” You say as you tease the tip of the dildo at his hole.

“Green is to keep going..”

“Mmhmm.”

“Yellow means to slow down.”

“And red?”

“Red means to stop.”

“Good job.” You say. “Are you ready?”

“Yes baby..” He moans. “Yes, I am so ready.”

Slowly you begin to push inside of him, his fists clenching tightly around the bed sheets as his eyes screw shut. “Color?”

“Green.. Fucking green..” You carefully pull out before pushing back in. “Holy shit..”

“Does it feel good Jakey?”

He viciously nods his head. “So good.”

Soon you pick up a steady pace as you fuck him. Little moans and whimpers escape his lips. You’ve become so wet yourself from the sight in front of you that you’re sure he’ll feel it drip on his legs that are entangled with yours.

“You look so beautiful..” You say, digging your fingers into his hips.

You can tell he’s getting some kind of friction and satisfaction as his dick rubs against the bed with each thrust you give. Once you know he’s close to his second orgasm, you pull out eliciting a whimper from him.

“Wh-Why’d you stop?”

“Because..” You toss the toy to the floor and turn him over. “I need you to fuck me..”

“Oh now I get to fuck you?”

“Jacob, I swear to god, don’t make me beg.”

“Don’t make me beg,” He mocks as he sits up and moves onto his knees. “Baby, I think all that power went to your head and you forgot just who.. I.. am.” He grabs you around your waist and tosses onto your back and moves his body in between your legs.

Lining up with his entrance, he wastes no time pushing inside of you making you both moan. “Damn, Jake..”

“Missed me, didn’t you?”

“So.. So bad..” You say as you wrap your arms and legs around his body and draw him closer to you.

“I have to admit,” He says without pausing his movements. “You’re not bad with the strap, decent even.”

You giggle and pull him in for a kiss. “I like you fucking me better.”

He hums and thrusts deeper inside of you. “So do I, baby.. So. Do. I–Fuck! Baby, I’m gonna cum..”

“Do it Jakey.” You say. “Fill me up.” He gives a few more thrusts before the both of you are releasing together. You chant his name over and over as he fucks you through your orgasm.

After some time, he pulls out of you and falls down beside you. “Can I just say.. That you, my love, are fucking sexy when you take charge?”

You turn over to face him. “Does that mean I can do it more often?”

He chuckles and softly grazes his knuckles over your cheek. “In your dreams.”

#jake kiszka #greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka fanfic #greta van fleet fanfic #jake kiszka fic #greta van fleet #jake kiszka smut

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bsxcrxts · 9 months

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flightsuit

minors dni. this work is explicit. do not interact without your age in your bio. you must be over 18 to interact with my works.

word count: 800 something

A/N: pinning Luke Skywalker up against a wall in his orange flightsuit, dry humping, Luke's praise kink, needy Luke. takes place on Hoth before the events of ESB! wrote this one in an hour in a fevered desire to flesh out this concept that I've talked about before but never at length

"But I have all my gear on and–"

"Oh honey, do you want me to touch you or not?"

"Yes! Yes. But it's impossible to get out of all of this and back into all of it in time," Luke protests, but he moves to start unbuckling some of the belted straps along the uniform anyway, scrambling.

"Then don't," you suggest. You've managed to pin Luke against the door of his quarters before he rushes off to flight maneuvers with his squadron.

It's hard to believe that the orange flightsuit could look flattering on anyone, but Luke looks good, good enough to distract him from his duties even just for a moment.

He's not wrong about the uniform though. Between the flak vest and the life support unit on his chest, it's hard to get very close to him without pushing buttons you probably shouldn't. You're pressed up against him to his right side to avoid the equipment, practically straddling his thigh, trying to not get tangled in the gear straps hanging around his legs.

Luke can't even really touch you properly in this state, not with his flight gloves on and his right arm practically pinned beneath you like this. In a way, he's at your mercy, though you know if he actually wanted to stop he'd tell you, and the power dynamic is going to your head a little.

He's also right. He's not going to be able to strip out of the getup and back into it with enough time to not appear suspicious. But you don't want him to get out of it.

"Besides, you're already the hero of the Rebellion. A pilot as good as you needs to run practice drills?" you breathe, and take the opportunity to tease him a little. You don't actually believe he shouldn't run flight maneuvers, and he doesn't like to outright brag about destroying the Death Star, but the praise has him biting his lip and squirming against you.

"They-they're expecting me out there and if I don't– haah, mm," Luke interrupts himself with a moan as you run your hand along his bulge, "I-I'll be l-late."

"No, you won't."

Luke gives you a very confused, breathy hhm? noise, his cheeks flushed. It's probably hot in more ways than one for him right now, the flightsuit being made to insulate against the cold of the atmosphere, not for sharing body heat like this.

"You won't be late," you repeat, palming his clothed cock more firmly. The weight of his bulge against your hand nearly makes you lose focus.

Luke almost laughs, his blue eyes are blown, his head tilted back, and if any more of his neck was exposed you'd bite a kiss there where you know he likes it most. He starts offering solutions.

"M-maybe I can just take m-myself out," he starts, hands fumbling for the zipper on his flightsuit again.

"No, baby."

"N-no? Then how 'm I gonna make it in time?" he whines, in typical fashion, but obediently, he stops trying to undo the closures on his uniform.

"You can cum in your pants like this, or you can walk away right now and go run your drills with a hard cock."

"Kriff, I don't– can't finish like this," he protests. He's a fucking liar; Luke's spilled from less before with you, he just wants more.

You let him grind against your hand, hips stuttering against you. You're not even sure he's consciously doing it– the movement sloppy and rushed, obviously intuitive.

"Yes you can baby, look," you draw his attention towards his own motions. He watches himself fuck his clothed cock against your hand and whines, making you almost giggle at his wanton display. "Look at how good you're being right now."

"Wanna cum," Luke chokes out, covering your hand with his own so you can't pull your hand away, and fucking against your palm harder. The surprising motion and insistence with which he grinds against you goes straight to your cunt, and you're practically riding his thigh in return now.

"Stars, good, good boy, take it. Don't have much time, so make a mess for me, okay?" you insist.

"Yes, ffuck, yes," Luke strains against you, cock kicking against your hand, cumming with little haah, mh, mh sounds that make you clench around nothing. You kiss him as his hips slow, and he smiles against your mouth.

When you pull back, there's a cute wet spot on the orange suit where the tip of his cock was pressed against the fabric, which flusters both you and Luke.

"Oh, damn it," he whines. Luckily, the stain is just barely hidden when the grey gear straps fall back into place.

"I'll clean you up when you get back," you say, winking at him as he rushes to leave.

"Promise?" Luke turns around more than halfway out the door with a smile on his face, never satiated.

"Promise!" you shout back as he's heading down the hall to the hangar bay. You mean it.

#luke 💛#luke skywalker smut #luke skywalker x reader #becca's bs

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wanderingxiao · 8 months

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Thirst post~ What If you’re in class with Wanderer and he gets super needy? Mmm~ yes baby! Wanderer is addressed as “Scara” ;)

Suggestive Themes, 18+ only plz~ 💜

✨Wanderer’s Teasing Touches✨

“I swear if you get any closer, Scara. I’m really going to punch you.”

“Heh, you don’t have the courage to do such a thing in class. It’s rather pathetic seeing you so worked up over a few innocent touches. You’re just that needy for me aren’t you?”

God sometimes you really hated this prick. The shit-eating grin on his face was enough to make your blood boil and your fists shake with anger. How did you even begin dating the Wanderer in the first place? It was probably his undeniable attractive features. He was Ill-mannered the first day you met him and he still was, how did you find his personality bearable enough to continue seeing him? You knew that answer. You loved him. Even his stupid condescending words, annoyed and often times judgmental looks, all of it you had grown to love. That doesn’t mean he still didn’t annoy the hell out of you. Just like he is now. His cold hand is rested on your thigh, rubbing light circles. Seems romantic right? Wrong. Not when you’re in class at the Akademiya trying to focus on class when his hand keeps inching closer and closer to your heat.

“Let’s undo these, they’re in my way.” His slender fingers began to stealthily work your pants undone, pushing the silver button through the sewed hole and grasping the golden zipper. Your hand reaches under the table, swatting his hand away as best you can in order to be discreet, but his stealthy fingers get your pants unzipped and down before you can stop him. “Ah, ah, focus on the lecture. Or else you’ll make a failing grade on this next exam. Wouldn’t that be a shame for the straight A goody too shoes to get a bad grade?” His condescending words did nothing to sway your focus on the professor and the exam material. He was really testing the restraint you had not to strangle him at that moment. “I promise we can do it later, just please not here.”

“Tsk, but I want you now. And I take what I want, when I want it. Especially things that are mine.” His slender fingers padded a damp area building in your panties, rubbing slow and antagonizing circles against your core. His touch was cool yet burning all in the same instance. Your body stiffened, legs trying to close on his hand to stop his movements, but you should’ve known that wasn’t going to work. He was unrelenting. “Would you look at that? Already so wet from some simple touches. You might hold yourself on a pedal stool, but face it. We both know you’re just a dirty, perverted, slut.” God you loved it when he called you such degrading and dirty things. You knew he didn’t actual mean his words In the full context, but the fact was that you were a slut for him and him alone. “Your body is more honest than you are. It’s pathetic how weak you are to a man’s touch… you let other men touch you like this?”

“N-No… only you-“ a hand went to your mouth quickly, trying to stifle your own shuddering moan when he started to press harder against your core, moving tantalizingly slow towards a puffy bundle of nerves that rocked your world. A low and teasing chuckle bubbles from his chest, low enough not to draw attention to you both. Your eyes honed in on the professor, shaky to continue focusing on the lecture. “That’s right. You only submit to me like this. You submit only to me, your world, your god.” Your body betrayed you, slowly bucking your hips into his hand, desperate for more of his sensationally electric touch. His voice dropped with sedative seduction, pushing you closer and closer to succumbing to his demands for your body. “Scara… please…”

“You’re getting weak on me now? Before you wanted me not to touch you at all and now you’re sitting here, hot and flustered from this? I should punish you for being such a fucking whore.” His tongue was deathly sharp, pointed edges sticking to every little syllable that fell from his oh so soft lips. You could feel your legs shaking, utterly humiliated by how his lewd and degrading words turned you on. Your hand rested on his thigh under the table, making him stop his movements and come closer to your ear. His large hat covered your head, slightly covering your flushed face. “When did I give you permission to touch me with your filthy dirty hands?” His voice was dark yet so sexy. Suddenly, he plunged two finger deep inside you, letting out a husky and blissful breath against your ear. You quickly closed your mouth and clenched your jaw tightly not to make a sound, your hands leaving him to clench his wrists shakily as a means of support for yourself. “Don’t fucking touch me without my permission first. Is that understood?”

You couldn’t respond, your mouth pretty much sewn shut in order not to let out a loud moan in front of the entire class. His fingertips wiggled slightly before pulling out slightly to ram his fingers back inside, making a small lewdly wet sound. “I said… is that understood?” You nodded your head quickly, removing your death grip on him slowly, letting him have his way with you. He chuckled and gave a small hum into your ear, his tongue coming out to lick the shell of your ear, his large hat covering the sexual scenes from anyone that dared to look. “Good girl. Now spread your legs more for me.” You did as he said, now completely abandoned your earlier protests. He was just too good, it’s impossible to deny him anymore. You wanted to kiss him, you wanted to hug him, touch him, you wanted him to be inside of you. Your eyelashes fluttered as your kids covered your needy eyes, finally nearing your limit. “Scara-“

“I’ll stop there today, see you next class.” Your eyes opened quickly. Everyone was getting up and packing their things to leave the classroom. “Awe, too bad for you.” Wanderer pulled his fingers out and wiped them rudely on your clothes before he gathered his own things and stood. Your hands fumbled with the zipper and button of your pants before you stood with him, eyes narrowing with disappointment. “You better finish what you started… asshole.” A chuckle sounded from the indigo haired man, his dark lavender eyes turning back to stare at you with amusement. “Hah? Since when are you the one to order me around?” You pouted and grabbed your books, holding them tightly against your chest trying to rid yourself of the feeling of your ruined orgasm. He rolled his eyes at your pouting face before breathing out a sexy laugh. “Awe, don’t worry your pretty little head. Just wait till we get home…”

“…I’ll ravage you until you break.”

Got a thirst? Lemme know! I love imagining Scara/Wanderer in sexy situations~ hehe, fluff is always welcome too. Dis man is gonna be the death of me one day I swear 😍💜

-WX

#scarabae #scaranation #genshin impact wanderer #wanderer smut #wanderer as a scholar #genshin smut #genshin wanderer #scaramouche #wanderer x reader #adventures with Scaramouche and Wanderer

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lisacomeuseucu · 6 months

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Curses pt2

• Fear Street. 1978 - "I swear, if I could I would change their story, I would try to make them live" That's what she said to herself.

It's been three days since I arrived at the camp, I've been getting along with the main ones, especially Tommy and Ziggy, they're the people I get along with the most, Ziggy a day later came after me to thank me for saying those things to Sheila, but I said I just told her what she deserves. I'm helping some children with some drawings they're doing but I'm going to leave soon, I'm next to the chubby boy with glasses, I feel embarrassed for having forgotten his name but as he doesn't appear much in the film itself it was easy for me to erase him from my memory, the important thing is that I know the true focus of the story, I come out of my thoughts and look at the boy's drawing, his drawing is childish but very detailed, he made two drawings symbolizing Shadyside and Sunnyvale, which I genuinely find incredible, I come close and I crouch at his height. — " I loved your drawing! It would be a great idea for each city to have its own symbol. " I say to him with a big smile on my face, it's not the first time I've praised the things he does, it's sad that in the movie Don't show too much of his talent, he can be very intelligent in various activities, the boy gives a shy smile and looks at the drawing again, I noticed that his cheeks are pink, poor boy, he's a little shy. I leave the cabin and look around, children are running everywhere, I have to remember where Tommy is, I start to walk through the camp observing the details, children practicing archery, others are swimming in the lake, some children are playing hide and seek and others with their own games, from the corner of my eye I see Alice walking with her boyfriend, I start walking towards them, — "Alice! Where are you going?" I ask her, making the blonde turn to me, — " We're going after drugs in the infirmary, you better not tell anyone! " She points a finger in my direction and I make the zipper gesture over my mouth. — " Do you know where Tommy is? ". — " He must be doing homework with our perfect Cindy, why do you want to know about him? " She asks me, leaving me surprised, why do I want to see him? I stutter a little before responding. — " He's my friend, I want to talk to him. " I respond shyly as I start to scratch the back of my neck, Alice responds with an eye roll and goes back to walking with her boyfriend, I start walking back the cabin to see how the drawings are going when I bump into two people, Tommy and Cindy, both of them were hugging each other, — " Damn, sorry! I hadn't seen you, I was distracted, anyway, I was looking for you. Really sorry. I'm really sorry." I say with my hand on top of my chest, Cindy shakes her head in denial with a slight smile. — " It's okay, just be careful where you go. " She answers me gently. — " Why were you looking for us? " Tommy suddenly asks me. — " I wanted to spend some time with you, are you going to do anything? " I start to exchange glances from Tommy to Cindy, afraid of disturbing them. — "We're going to clean the cafeteria but if you want, you can accompany us." Cindy suggests with amusement, I quickly shake my head in agreement. — "They were very close to each other, I hope I didn't disturb any special moment." I make a sarcastic comment to try to liven up the atmosphere, Tommy laughs and then responds. — "Don't worry, you didn't disturb anything.". — "If I had gotten in the way, I would have been blaming myself all day." I answer him, smiling.

— " Miss Y/n! " I turn back when my name is called, I look down and find the same boy I praised, he has a paper in his hand. — "Ah! Hi! How can I help you?" I asked him with a gentle smile, he hands me the paper and then leaves as quickly as possible, leaving me completely confused. — "What was that?" Cindy asks me, I look at him in a daze and answer. — " II don't know... I wasn't expecting that. " I look at the paper in my hands and notice the drawing of a heart and my name written on it, — " Damn, you received a love letter! " Tommy says with a small laugh, Cindy looks at him in surprise, I start to open the paper seeing that there is a text for me to read. “Councillor Y/n, these last few days you've been making me nervous and with butterflies in my stomach, I think I've fallen in love with you, I think you're very pretty and friendly, I like being in your company. I understand that we are different ages but I still want to know if you want to be my girlfriend, Miss Y/n. " My eyes widen with each word I read out loud, Cindy is in complete shock while Tommy has an amused smile on his face, — " H/n did I receive a letter?! " I am startled by the sudden appearance of Alice in front of me, the blonde takes the paper from my hands and starts reading it, I get up and go towards her to get the letter back but she avoids it, meanwhile Tommy is having a fit of laughter as Cindy orders him to stop.

— " What are you going to do? Write another letter to the boy? " Alice asked ironically, — " No! I'm going to go after him and talk to him!! " I take the letter tightly, and put it in the pocket of my shorts, I look at it. them making an irritated face — " They shouldn't be laughing at him! It was cute, I think it's his first crush. " I scold them but I look at the floor, Cindy nods and starts talking — " She's right It's not right to make fun of us, we should talk to him and explain that we can't be together." She says looking at all of us, Alice just rolls her eyes while Tommy starts to nod, he looks like a dog always agreeing with its owner. Arnie has a smile on his face, trying to hold back his laughter, I start walking, leaving the place and looking for the boy. I've been looking for him for a few minutes now, luckily he signed his name on the paper, Jeremy, I'm sorry kid but his name is very easy to forget. I'm looking everywhere looking for him and so far I haven't found him, I think I'd better try to find him again in the cabin. The cabin is silent which means there is no one in it, for now, even so I enter, a silence cannot stop the boy from hiding here.

— "Jeremy? Are you here?" I call him to see if he appears, little by little I see half of his head appearing, he is hiding under the table, heading towards where the boy is, who is sitting on the floor hugging legs, an attitude that I believe is to hide my shame, I sit next to him looking at him, waiting for him to say something but nothing, ten seconds of silence that seem like hours. I sigh, preparing myself for what I'm going to say. — " I read your letter, I'm not mad at you, I don't want you to worry about it. " I start, Jeremy is already looking at me looking a little relieved. — " I understand you like me and are happy when I compliment you but I can't date you. " Jeremy quickly changes the direction of his gaze and starts looking at the ground. — " Jeremy, look at me. " I ordered, it took a few seconds before he looked at me again. — "I'm much older than you, it would be wrong on both sides, but I'm sure you'll find a girl your age that you'll be together with. Friends, ok?" I opened my arms, offering him a hug, Jeremy nodded in agreement and snuggled into my arms, I patted his head as a way of comforting him. — "Now let's get out of here, we'll be called to the cafeteria soon." I say while breaking the hug and standing up.

The day went by quickly, we went to the cafeteria and as soon as I sat down with the group they asked me what the whole conversation resulted in, I didn't expect them to ask all together at the same time, making me almost fall out of fright, I answered them summarizing everything I had said. It happened but the important thing was that everything had worked out in the end but Joan caught me by surprise asking me if I expected the letter to be from someone else.

— " But did you expect or expect to receive the letter from someone? Some boy? " For a moment paralyzed without any response, I was looking at the table but when I heard the question my eyes quickly went towards it. — "Well, you didn't tell us if there is any interest in anyone here at the camp, but if you don't want to tell us, that's fine! There's no need, right Joan?" Cindy tries to reassure me and discreetly threaten Joan, she rolls her eyes, we continue. putting herbs on a paper so he could smoke it, Tommy and Gary are silent but I can tell from their exchange of looks that they are both curious. My thoughts are racing, I didn't expect to receive a love letter, especially from a boy younger than me, but this doubt is in my head. Is there someone I want to receive something romantic from? It's really stupid that I start to have feelings for someone here mainly because of the end of the story, I certainly wouldn't receive a loving face from Kurt and I don't even want them to give me money! Alice certainly doesn't, she's dating, Ziggy doesn't either, much less Nick, Joan just wants to sit on Kurt, Gary, well... Probably not but if she did I'd reject it, Cindy I wouldn't be surprised but I know she has feelings for Alice, poor Tommy. Lastly, he was left, Tommy, the idea of him writing a letter to me sounds cute, I don't think it would happen, now if I would reject it... I don't know... I really have no idea.

A hand starts to pass in front of my face, making me jump in fright, I look at the owner of the hand and see that it's Tommy. — " Are you okay? You've been quiet for a long time looking at the table, I started to think I was seeing something on it. " Tommy asks me worriedly but tries to make me laugh, I let out a weak laugh. — " Yes, yes, I am, I just started thinking about the question. " I answer him, making him less worried. — "Hey? Do you already have an answer?" Joan asks me, Cindy kicked her legs making her let out a low "There!". — " Well, I don't think so, no one has caught my attention like that yet. " I try to formulate the best possible answer without it seeming like I'm trying to hide something, and I'm really not, Joan just shakes her head, I don't think he believes it a lot on me. I took a quick look to the side, I see that Tommy has a strange expression on his face, perhaps disappointment? I don't know, but his reaction wasn't one of the best, meanwhile Cindy just gave me a smile in response .

Now it's night and I'm lying in bed in my cabin, Tommy's reaction stays in my head, was he disappointed with my response? Why would he be disappointed? What if he wasn't disappointed? Was he mad? Do you think I lied? I don't understand you Tommy, sometimes your reactions are confusing, other than that you are a good friend, a great friend. Sometimes I wonder a little about your past, who were you before all those events? Who are you really? Your parents or if you have a brother, if they had talked about you in the films I would have been interesting. Leaving my thoughts, I get up from my bed and go look for some pajamas to put on, before I can get any clothes I hear the sound of someone knocking on the door, I imagine it's Alice coming after me wanting some drugs. — " Get out Alice! I have nothing! " I say in a good tone so that the person on the other side can hear, — " It's me! Tommy! " I hear a male voice answering me, I stop going through my things and look towards the door that has a small glass window and in it I could see Tommy's face, a boy who is normally always smiling and happy is different, his expression on his face is one of seriousness and sadness? Sadness is not the best word.

I walk towards the door and open it for Tommy, giving him space to enter, Tommy enters keeping his head down, he is wearing a red plaid sweater. He sits on my bed and lifts his head looking towards me who is still at the door. When I close the door, I go to my bed, sitting next to Tommy, I wait for him to start talking and then he starts. — " I'm sorry I came so suddenly, I needed to talk to someone. " He says while looking at the floor of the room, his voice sounds serious, I put my hand on his shoulder and answer him — " It's okay, Tommy, something happened?" I'm worried about the subject of this conversation, I don't know what will come out of it and that scares me, it scares me a lot. Tommy takes his eyes off the floor and looks at me. — " Lately I've been feeling these confused feelings and I can't understand them, I can't understand myself! You know those moments when you realize it's supposed to be like this? I wanted to know how you know it's supposed to be like this, like you can you know?" Tommy explains the situation he is in, he was waving his hands and stuttering as he tries to explain, he is nervous, he looks into my eyes in search of an answer. I take my hand off his shoulder and place it on his cheek, stroking it. — "When you know, you know. I've had this same question thousands of times and I didn't know an answer either, but after a long time I understood, when it's supposed to be, you'll know." They watch me carefully, their gauze is softer than when they entered here. — " I understand, thanks for telling me. " He smiles, that same sweet smile he always has. — " Don't thank me. " I smile back at him, a deep exchange of glances begins to happen, our eyes never leaving each other, just looking deep into each other's soul, his eyes are like a deep sea in which I love to stay observing. Tommy comes close to me and hugs me tightly, I hug him even tighter, I smell his perfume on his plaid blouse. — " You better go before they find us and they think we're doing something stupid. " I whisper in his ear, I feel his body shaking with laughter, he lets go of me and nods and gets up heading towards the door but Before he can leave him looks at me. — "See you tomorrow." He says with a smile on his face, — "See you tomorrow." I respond, I see him leave my room and walk to his chalet. Maybe I'm just a little, a little bit, in love, but I hope not.

It's morning and I'm at the infirmary door, I sigh before opening the door. — " Infirmary Lane?! " I call out her name looking for the woman, I see her appear in the hallway after my call, — " Hi y/n, how can I help you? " The nurse asks me kindly with a smile on her face, — "I think I need a doctor." I say a little nervously, the nurse changes her expression to one of confusion. — " I'm not a doctor but I think I can help you, what happened? " She leads me to the stretcher room and makes me sit on one of them. — "My symptoms aren't that simple, no. I feel butterflies in my stomach, my hands get sweaty, I'm always distracted in my thoughts, I feel hot as if I have a fever." I answer her while fidgeting with my hands nervously, the nurse lets out a laugh which makes me look into her eyes. — " My diagnosis is that you're in love. " I raise my eyebrows in surprise, I admit that I thought it could be that but I don't want to believe it, I can't let myself be a fool. — " Is there no way to reverse it? " I ask her, making her laugh again. — No, but I recommend you find out who the boy is. " She responds with a gentle smile on her face, taking my hands and squeezing them gently so they don't hurt, I just nod my head. As I leave the ward I come face to face with Tommy talking to one of the children, noticing my figure he automatically smiles and waves his hand. Oops! I think I'm sick again.

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bluegekk0 · 6 months

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Manifesting the biggest hug for you. I don’t know if you’re still having a hard time, but just in case, I’m going to offer some words of encouragement. I’m not the best at this sort of thing, but imma try. Just know this: everyone who’s stuck around for this long adores you and what you contribute to the Hollow Knight fandom. We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t. You’re loved and appreciated, and while we are simply the gay little people on the other side of the screen or even the other side of the world, we’re here to back you up and support you in whatever you do.

What was the design process behind the modern clothes for the FPK family? Lewk in his onesie is absolutely adorable. Holdable. I’d love to know how you arrived at each fit! They all look amazing!

;; thank you so much, this really means a lot to hear. i really do appreciate everyone who's here to support my silly little au, and words like these really brighten up my mood. thank you

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as for the question, i think it all mostly came down to finding combinations of clothes that would fit their personalities. in general, most of them prefer comfortable clothes, so that's why you see a lot of loose shirts and pants. also, most of them have buttons or zippers on their clothes, primarily because it would be difficult for them to squeeze their large heads with all kinds of horns and spikes into a regular tshirts or other clothes like that

i'll start in the order they appeared on the drawing, so that means lewk is the first one. i had a lot of trouble with his outfit due to his wings. they connect to his body all the way from the shoulders to the tail, and that significantly limits clothing options. i couldn't give him pants with a built in tail sleeve or a band extension/back hook, like i did with fpk, since the wings would get in the way. similarly, the top part of his outfit was just as problematic, especially since pants were out of the equation. so instead, i chose a zipped onesie with a tail sleeve, and two long slit type sleeves for the wings. and i'm very glad i did, not only does it fit the fact that he's the kid of the family, but it also makes him look really adorable hahah

as for grimm, i knew from the start that i wanted him to wear a loose, half unbuttoned shirt. it's just what he's like, he's the flirtatious type, of course he's going to go for this kind of look. i imagine he'd wear suits quite often, but since this is what their everyday clothes are like, he instead opts for something more comfortable. not sweatpants kind of comfortable, that's not his style, but still relatively loose. comfortable, but stylish. that's what he aims for

for fpk, it had to be something that would make you go "yeah, he's an awkward nerd". my friend suggested suspenders, and my mind immediately went to the 11th doctor. and so that was my man inspiration, particularly for the colors. naturally i left out the bowtie, cause that would be too on the nose, but the colors are very similar to one of his outfits. as for his pants, they include a tail sleeve with buttons at the top

(something like this)

now, holly. i knew they would like very comfortable clothes, so i went with a loose shirt and sweatpants. i also knew i wanted the sleeves to be quite wide, so that they have no trouble putting it on with their prosthetic arm on (since it has the junk aesthetic as opposed to a more sleek and modern look, it has a lot of parts that would inevitably get in the way). and, of course, the shirt is buttoned. there's no way they would fit that giant head into a button-less top hahaha. as for the colors, i wanted to keep the green of their regular cloak, so i went with greenish brown pants and a light shirt to give it a nice contrast

hornet is definitely a bit of an outlier. she's a bit of an angsty teenager personality on the au, she's never really matured past that point, so this kind of outfit fits her. she's a bit of a skater type i imagine, she would without a doubt shred it on a skateboard. additionally, i always saw her as someone who would dislike feminine clothes and aesthetic. mostly just a personal preference, but she has a reason to. the white lady and her weren't very close, but she would still try to force hornet into more elegant and royal clothes, usually fancy (and uncomfortable) dresses. not surprising that she ended up hating anything that even resembles a dress, and why she was very insistent on calling her previous outfit a cloak as opposed to a dress. it also explains why her new outfit looks the way it is, and i wanted to reflect that in her modern clothes as well. plus i think it just really fits her personality haha

zote was a bit troublesome. i wasn't exactly sure what kind of clothes he would wear, it's hard to imagine him in anything else than his purple cloak. i wanted to find something that would give the impression of a "wannabe cool guy who gets bullied a lot", and somehow ended up with this sans-esque fit. not complaining, i think it suits him lmfao

also, both hornet and zote have shoes. it's something that's also present in their regular designs. as for the reason why, i'm not sure. part of it is probably because i don't know what their feet would look like (for hornet, i imagine it's a mix between fpk's cat-like feet and something closer to spider feet, but i have no clue about zote), but i think it also fits their outfits. who knows, maybe their feet are just more sensitive than the rest hahaha

#ask stuff #feral pk au

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kaminocasey · 1 year

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25 Days of Life Day: Day 21 - Taking a Warm Bath with Dogma

Summary: You get stuck out in a small blizzard and warm up with Dogma in a bath.

Warnings: 18+ Suggestive Language

The sun was starting to set and the snow was coming down harder than it was before, covering the sidewalks and roads. You’re almost afraid that you and Dogma aren’t going to make it before nightfall. You’d been the one to make the suggestion to go and grab a bite to eat after the rough day you both had had.

Unfortunately, neither one of you knew that it was supposed to snow. So, here you are in the start of a blizzard, freezing your asses off, and starting to not be able to feel your toes. Your shoes and your socks are wet and cold and starting to become unbearable.

“Come here.” Dogma tucks you into his side, sending your discomfort. “Tuck your head into my neck.”

You do as he says and let him guide you, thinking warm thoughts, which isn’t hard to do because he somehow smells warm.

“Dis…tract m-m-me. T-t-talk ab-b-bout any-th-th-thing.” You tell him, teeth chattering.

“Like what?” He asks, tucking his face closer to yours.

You laugh. “Anything.”

“Fives and Echo got into a fight this morning.” Dogma starts talking.

“A-b-b-bout w-w-what?” You shake, holding onto him.

“About Fives leaving his underwear all over the barracks after his… encounters.” Dogma chuckles.

“Y-you ought… to t-t-teach him to pick up-p-p after-r-r himself.” You laugh.

“I try.” He shrugs. “Two more blocks. I promise.” He kisses your head with cold lips.

You nod, keeping your eyes glued to his coat zipper, clutching onto him for dear life.

“When we get back, I’m gonna draw us a bath.” He murmurs.

“You’re… gonna sneak… into my barracks… after hours?” You feel that familiar warmth pool into your stomach, just thinking about Dogma naked.

“Sure am.” He grins. “Gonna warm you up and wrap my whole body around you to get you warmed up.”

“That sounds p-perfect.” You start to think about it and you swear your body goes a little warmer.

“I’m gonna let you sit between my legs and run my hands down your front.” He starts to tell you, and you almost can’t believe what you’re hearing.

Dogma’s usually pretty shy when it comes to this kind of stuff. He’s more of a shower, not a teller.

“Go on.” You grin.

“And then I’m gonna spread your legs so that I can push my fingers into your-“ He tells you as you hear someone come running by.

“What are you two doing? Get your asses inside!” Fives whooshes by you.

You look up and see the gate to the base and both forget momentarily what you were talking about.

“What are you doing out?” Dogma calls out to Fives.

“Tell you about it later!” Fives smirks and then runs toward his barracks.

You both know exactly what he was doing.

“P-p-player!” You yell after him, laughing.

He turns slightly, giving you and Dogma a sly grin. “Have fun keeping each other warm, you two!”

Finally spotting your barracks, you and Dogma book it as fast and carefully as you can inside. You and Dogma both let out simultaneous “Ahhh’s” as you let your body adjust to your room’s temperature.

“Starting that bath now.” Dogma kisses you before going back to your fresher to run the tub. “Take off your clothes and get under the blanket.”

“That sounds awful right now.” You shed your coat to the floor.

“I know but it’s the only way to get you warmer faster.” He starts to peel off your wet clothes, neglecting his own.

“I’ve got it. You get out of yours.” You insist.

Ignoring you, he grabs your big blanket off your bunk and wraps it around you once you're fully naked. The warmth of your blanket is instantly satisfying.

Dogma peels the rest of his clothes off and takes the blanket from you, wrapping it around both of you and pulling you against him. His naked body is still cold but yours is already warmer than it was so it shouldn’t take long to get his body temperature back up.

“I’m sorry my idea turned us into icicles.” You murmur, kissing his bare chest.

He rubs his hands up and down your back, trying to create some friction for warmth. “Don’t be. Any time spent with you is a good time.”

“Liar.” You laugh.

He leans his head down near your ear. “I mean it. Whether or not we’re being intimate, or just grabbing dinner… I’m happy to be near you.”

“You mean that?” You look up at him, finding him smiling softly down at you.

“Of course I do, mesh’la.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss you.

When your body temps finally return to normal, Dogma leads you to the tub, helping you in. The warm water makes you go fuzzy all over and Dogma gets in behind you, immediately pulling you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you just like he promised. You nestle your nose against his neck, kissing the base of his throat. He sighs, content.

“So, what were you saying earlier before we got interrupted by Fives?” You smirk against his skin.

He hums, traveling his hand down further until he reaches your warmth. “Let me remind you.”

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#25 days of life day #tcw dogma #tcw dogma x reader #tcw dogma x you

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everythingsf1ne23 · 1 month

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𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 | 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 💌:

people in my life are constantly commenting on how I look and my weight, I’ve decided to make a fanfic out of it to hopefully help others, I wasn’t sure how to approach this so I just wrote what felt right, remember that no matter what size you are, you truly are beautiful :) ~Jess

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 📝:

in which, clothes that used to fit, no longer do and Michael comforts her through it

(inspired by the song ‘Brainstorm’ by Alexander 23)

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘷:

I look through mine and Michael’s shared wardrobe looking for an outfit as Michael suggested going out and then we could to go a restaurant afterwards,

My knee - high black boots are already on the floor as I’ve picked them out

“I haven’t wore some of these clothes in ages”, I mutter to myself since Winter is drawing to a close and it is starting to get slightly warmer.

ʜᴏᴡ ʙᴀᴅ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ?

ᴡɪsʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ

My eyes scan across the old clothes that I wore last spring and summer time, I gasp when I notice the black pleated leather skirt that I wore on my first date with Michael, a smile appears on my face as I remember him saying how gorgeous I looked in it, I didn’t believe him though as some of my family members have always told me “you need to start walking more” or “you’ll never find anyone looking like how you do”, those family members always judge me for my weight but Michael doesn’t and he’s the only person that matters to me.

I decide to pair the skirt with a red tank top, “now that’s a cute outfit”, I tell myself and I giggle at how exciting it was to finally not having to cover up ‘cause of the cold outside.

I pull the skirt up and I’m surprised at how it still fits me, but then I notice the zipper

“God if this zipper doesn’t close, I’ll go mad”, I tell myself and my thoughts were correct of course, the zipper wouldn’t close.

“Stupid fucking zipper!” I shout in frustration and I sit on the bed with my head in my hands, I could feel myself start to sob.

Why can’t I be like all the other girls that I see around here? With their perfect bodies , I mean how could Michael love someone like me? I’m always losing weight just to gain it all over again.

sᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ?

'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴀʏ

Suddenly the bedroom door bursts open,

“Darling are you alright, I heard you shouting?”, I look up at him through my eyes filled with tears.

“My skirt won’t zip up, it used to fit me remember”

Michael sits down beside me and he wraps his arms around me,

“It’s okay that it doesn’t fit anymore pet, I can always get you a new one”

“I wanted to surprise you by wearing it again but I guess I can’t do that now”, I feel tears spill down my face once more and Michael wipes them away,

“I’ll always love you no matter what size you are, you are absolutely stunning in my eyes”

“I constantly see people judging me for how my body looks, from my family to people in the street and I’m so tired of it”,

I respond with honesty in my voice.

“Those people don’t matter, I will forever love you despite what others may think”,

I feel Michael pulling me closer to him for us to hug, he holds me and we stay like that for a few moments.

“Mikey I love you so much, thank you for always being here for me”

“Aww I love you more than anything pet and never forget that…”

Michael stands up from the bed and puts his hand out

“Now get some clothes on so we can go get you some lovely new clothes”

I reach for Michael’s hand and he pulls me up off the bed, I get into a cute comfy outfit and afterwards, I run downstairs ready to head out with Michael.

“Are you ready to go love?”

Michael asks when he sees me

“Yes I am, let’s go!”

And with that, the two of us head out on a walk to the nearest clothes shops, in hopes of finding me a new wardrobe.

#kin rte #kin bbc #kin fanfic #kin fanfiction #charlie cox #michael kinsella #michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella x you #michael kinsella fluff

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burnwater13 · 1 year

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When the Mandalorian told Grogu about Boba Fett and his armor, Grogu was fascinated. The Jedi did nothing like it. No one inherited the robes of their Master, like Boba Fett inherited his armor from his father and that his father had inherited from his father’s father… Wow that was confusing. Any way, you didn’t get your robes that way. Although, it would have been funny if you did.

Grogu could just imagine Master Yoda wearing the robes of his master, who ever it had been all that time ago. They most likely would have been very much too long and too wide and that belt the Jedi wore would have been doing a lot of work. Grogu began to giggle.

He imagined what Master Luke would have looked like if he had been able to take both Obi-Wan and Yoda’s robes and used them, instead of those awful black pants and shirt he wore, like he wasn’t even a Jedi. Grogu expected that Master Obi-Wan’s robes would have fit Luke just fine. But would he have used Master Yoda’s robes to cover his head? Or as a scarf? Or maybe leg warmers? He went from giggling to laughing out loud.

Din Djarin asked him what was so funny. Grogu tried to convey the thought by drawing a stick figure wearing the wrong robes. Din just looked at the picture and shrugged. Then Grogu tapped the Mandalorian’s gloved hand and started to pull the glove off. Din took the glove off and handed it to Grogu.

Grogu tugged it onto his own hand and then demanded the other one. Din took the other glove off and handed that one to Grogu as well. But the first glove was too big, so too big, that Grogu couldn’t pull the other glove on and his dad had to help him. Then Grogu demonstrated what he meant pointing to the stick figure picture again.

The Mandalorian began to chuckle. Now he understood. He slid one of his vambraces off and offered it to Grogu after deactivating all of the weapons and sensors. The vambrace was almost as tall as Grogu. Grogu tried to put his hand and arm into none the less and they both started laughing.

“Okay, buddy. I understand. Jedi don’t inherit their robes from other Jedi the way that Mandalorian’s gift their armor down the generations. I guess there are practical reasons for that. I’d never considered it before. I was given many different pieces of armor to use until I finished my apprenticeship and then I paid for my armor enhancements and supported the foundlings.”

And there was another thing that Grogu didn’t really understand. He understood that Din Djarin gave beskar to the Armorer to use for the foundlings. For their armor and their food, etc. How had the Jedi done that? Did they get paid by someone? Did they make things?

Was it like Sorgan? Was there a cooperative where Jedi younglings and knights raised some sort of plant or critter and used it to make food and beverages? Like Jedi Temple Ferment? Or Lightsaber Spotchka? Or Jedi Master Jellies and Jams? (Peli had suggested that one when Grogu explained his dilemma to her.)

Din Djarin had laughed when Grogu asked him how he thought the Jedi earned their keep.

“Doesn’t the Force just provide for them?” He had asked grinning under his helmet (those noisy whiskers gave him away).

Grogu didn’t know. Maybe that was how the Jedi had what they needed. Maybe they sold the kyber crystals they located with the aid of the Force. Maybe they were able to grow food because the Force flowed from them to the seeds and that made the plants grow better. Or maybe people who liked the Jedi just gave them the credits they needed to do the work they were charged with doing…

But as a Mandalorian apprentice Grogu wouldn’t have problems like that to worry about. He would do work for his dad and he would get paid for that work and then he could improve his armor or he could get new coveralls. Maybe something with pockets and a zipper. Or even a pair of leg coverings like his dad’s so he would stop tripping every time he tried to walk without using the Force.

That would be nice. Then he could get some Beskar shin guards. He went over to his dad and knocked on the shin guards. Din took that one off and gave it to Grogu to try on. But they couldn’t figure out how to make that work, unless they punched a couple of holes in them and Grogu used it as a hammock. That made him giggle again and his dad just smiled at him.

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin #Boba Fett #Sorry about the crappy photo quality

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bmwiid · 2 years

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I started making a new thing on Friday- an apron dress from an independent company called "The Assembly Line"

It was a printable pattern that I bought because WAITING is hard when I have the energy to do something RIGHT NOW. Waiting results in energy atrophy I've found.

It looks like this:

and it's made up of like 6 parts. I was able to cut the pattern and half finish the dress in about 4 hours, which is probably a long time for more experienced / faster sewers, but for me that was like....super quick. It only requires 2 snaps or buttons, fabric and iron on interfacing, so it's 100% a good starter pattern.

I'm making it out of this check fabric:

and it only takes 2 yards cutting on the LARGE size.

Now, I do have 2 yards of my Mood fabric, but I wanted to do a test first because I might not loooove this dress, but so far I'm super impressed. Also! I often find offcuts of fabric in my local fabric shop that are like, 1.5 yards and there WAS room to spare, so if you were to do the facings in another fabric, or contrasting pockets, you could easily put this together for super, super cheap. This fabric was in that bin, and it's 2 yards, and it was £6. It's not super super thick, but it has a stiffer, heavy feel with a crisp drape.

BUT!

I'm most impressed with the directions. I'm used to the big 4 patterns where the directions are assuming you know things. They'll have things like "insert the zipper" as step 7 and if you've never added a zipper, thats... not an easy thing.

These instructions are so clear, with line drawings explaining. Hell, it ever showed different options for top stitching and under-stitching which I've never seen explained, showed how to correctly iron on your interfacing, explained HOW to finish your inside seams with images and giving 2 options (overlocking or zigzagging). The pattern itself has the cutting AND sewing marks, shows how to transfer them over to your fabric... it even showed how to do tailor tacks (which I've been doing wrong!) and explained WHY each step was being carried out.

I swear, I may never buy another big 4 pattern again. If you want to start sewing, and you are nervous, I'd HIGHLY suggest this pattern. AND this isn't even the VERY EASY pattern. This is classed as 'EASY' and they also have two free patterns (for a pj set and a leather/ette bag)

It's pretty size inclusive - with most patterns hitting a sweet spot between XS and 2XL. It's not perfect, of course, but better than the big 4 most times.

BUT! I really do think this is a killer pattern and if you have a BASIC machine - you only need a straight and zigzag stitch, and if you use snaps you don't need buttonholes - and want to try something you can wear.... I think this might be for you!

But.... yeah, this is just a long post about how I think people should try sewing and how this might be the best way to start.

For me, the total cost of this apron dress, once finished, was:

2 buttons - stashed. I cut buttons off of all my clothes I throw away, and also pull off the zippers. Over the years it results in quite a collection, but charity shops also sell buttons. Just ask!

Iron On Interfacing - stashed. However, I know it's about £2 a yard. I didn't need 2 yards, but it's handy to have, so if you are buying it, get a yard! it's so useful, and most patterns require it at some point.

Fabric: 1.8 yards for Large. 1.5 for XS. I'd suggest going for a thicker fabric for this, which is more expensive. HOWEVER, I'm also a HUGE proponent of using what you can get, and I actually think the fabric I'm using is for curtains! If you see a nice pair of curtains in a thrift of charity shop, you can use them and end up with TWO dresses if you are careful with placement when cutting out! I spent £6 on this fabric, about 4 years ago. The only reason I remember the cost is that its written on the selvage in pen.

Pattern: I paid £17.00 for a PDF download, which included home printer A4 and US letter paper, store print, and instructions. I reuse my patterns a LOT, but of course, once you have it bought, you could just re-print it if you wanted to. I just like to feel thrifty.

Thread: I'm using cheap white thread on the spool and bobbin, I got in a multipack with other colours. I think it works out at like 50p a spool. Good quality Gutermann threads about about £2.50 for 250 yards, which is waaaay more than you'll need, so you can reuse it.

total: £23.50 for an apron dress.

I honestly think this pattern has a look of something you'd see with a much higher price tag BECAUSE it looks so simple. Like I can see GAP selling this for like £50 easy, just because it has a very... basic, staple, eco-friendly look about it. Like in a plain canvas, or denim? so basic but an easy staple you'd spend more on cause you know it'll get worn a lot.

As for time? I think it took me about 8 hours to make in total.

#The Assembly Line #home made #sewingroom #home sewing #sewing #clothes #handmade #seamstress #homesewing

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