#B-pleated sheet

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TSRNOSS. Page 217.

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Sae + feminization and breeding kink please I need it

You can make him an omega too if you want

"Come on, dude. Skirts were originally made for men, they rock them way better than girls..."

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : THIS WAS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER WRITTEN. If anything, for the script I took that extra scene where they assumed Sae was a crossdresser, but if he really was and that makeup bag wasn't from Aiku's ex, yeah. So you can imagine that picture of Sae.

!!Warnings: crossdressing, light feminization, breeding kink (obviously), top!reader, bottom!Sae, no dom/sub boundaries, but Sae is a little more dominant if you choose (sorry, power bottom Sae world domination), praise and worship, riding, thoughts about what Sae would be like if he were a girl, but they're not serious, at the end Sae puts lipstick on your lips because I thought it was cute.

The soft rustle of the sheets, Sae's almost inaudible sighs, your moans, the slight groaning of the bed and the slapping of bodies against each other echoed in the large bedroom. Your eyes were fixed on Sae's calm and contented face as he slowly rode your cock.

His damn long eyelashes were even more visible because of the mascara on them, his lips were tinted with cute pink lipstick, and his cheeks were blushing not only from your actions with him. There were gold earrings in his ears, as well as a small necklace around his neck. On his torso was your shirt, which was not buttoned up, and on his hips was a regular pleated skirt and fuck... It was the hottest view in the world.

"So... What were you angry about when you came?" you ask, breaking out of your thoughts about admiring the perfect man on your cock, forcing him to open his eyes and look at you.

"I'm not angry, just a little disappointed. This infantile striker from the U-20 was rummaging through my bag... Found makeup there," Sae says evenly, interrupted by a light sigh from his lips as your hips slightly moved up during his bouncing. "They put it down to the fact that I have a girlfriend or something. It doesn't matter, don't think about it."

"You? A girlfriend? Funny..." you giggle, squeezing his waist tighter, which is why he started pushing on your shaft a little harder, pressing his hips on you. "When you reveal our relationship, it's obviously... Will make them disappointed? What should people think in such a situation? I don't know."

"I'm telling you, don't think about it. Even if they thought it was mine, it doesn't matter at all," Sae shakes his head at your thoughts, tightening his grip on your chest, leaving red marks from his nails there.

"Mmm, what do you think you would look like if you were a girl? Well, I mean, your breasts... I think it would be small, it would suit you. Maybe A-cup? Maximum B-cup..?"

"Idiot, what are you thinking about? If I were a girl, nothing would have changed... You just wouldn't get out of my cunt," the midfielder whispers, frowning slightly, moving his hips in a circular motion and then shrugging his shoulders. "But I think so. Small breasts sound logical. You are gay, why are you having such thoughts?"

"I don't know... You'd be such a queen... You're still the queen, though," you chuckle, lightly pressing on Sae's lower back, making him arch back, admiring his slender but muscular curves.

He just raises an eyebrow at these words, but doesn't pay attention to them, closing his eyes again and just focusing on how your cock feels inside him.

But your eyes didn't close for a second. How could they when a literal deity was riding your dick? Exactly, no way. You tried to absorb his every reaction, the way his breathing hitches, the way his hips twitch, the way his eyelashes flutter, the way he bites his lip to hide his moans, all of it.

You would literally worship this body without ceasing, if it were physically possible, of course. He would kiss every inch of you, come up with the most original and romantic epithets just for him, just for the beautiful man in front of you.

"Sae?"you ask carefully, looking at him, and his only reaction is to mumble. "You like it when I'm in your bussy, right?"

Sae's eyes immediately open and he stops his movements, looking at you with such a disapproving look that even your cock inside Sae moves from humiliation... Or something else.

"What is it... Bussy?" He's asking, even though he clearly doesn't want to know the answer to that question, judging by your face, which is red with shame and obvious excitement.

"Pussy. Man's. Like a boy plus a pussy and you get a bussy..."

Sae just blinks slowly at your explanation, and then sighs as expected. After all, what did he expect from you? And he resumes his movements, making you whimper softly at the feeling of him squeezing around you.

"Yes, I like it," he whispers confidently, flicking your nipple, which makes you blush even more, but you're clearly smiling contentedly, and then you raise yourself up on your elbows and kiss him.

The elder Itoshi just sighs, but puts his hands on your shoulders, responding with a kiss, which is why most of you have to push into him obviously not rhythmically, given the not particularly comfortable position, but it doesn't matter. The way his lips slide against yours and you feel the faint taste of chocolate from his lipstick, the way he moaned softly into your mouth was enough.

He pulls away first when he notices that you're whimpering from lack of movement and gently pushes you back onto the pillows, eyeing you. A barely visible smile suddenly appears on his face, only the corners of his lips turn up.

"Sae, why are you smiling, hmm?" you ask, rubbing his sides, thinking maybe he's amused by your impatience or something, but the next second he grabs your chin, grabbing something from the bedside table and opening it.

"You look good with my lipstick," he whispers, carefully smearing the lipstick on your slightly moist, pouty lips, and then pulling away, slowly running his thumb along the edge of your lips, where his own lipstick smeared after the kiss. "You also obviously enjoyed the taste, no?"

"If you were on my face, it would be even better... Mmm!" escapes your lips, but Sae just snorts and kisses you again, grabbing your chest and slightly accelerating his hips, swallowing your moans with pleasure.

"You're going to be an even better boy and make me cum, and I'll think about it, okay?" Sae asks, whispering it into your lips, narrowing his gaze when he looks at your lust-clouded eyes, and after your quick nod, he just kisses you gently on the cheek.

[ace-turned-confused]

shiftin' gear | part one

joel masterlist | series masterlist

pairing: mechanic!joel x f!reader series outline: a slacker of a boyfriend, no job, and now your car needs serious maintenance. heading to the mechanic’s, you’re just expecting him to rid you of your car troubles and move on — you’re certainly not expecting him to change your life chapter summary: your dad finally takes you to have your car fixed, where you meet joel miller — dangerously handsome and charming beyond words word count: 3,7k warnings: 18+ only, reader is able-bodied and wears a dress, description of a rather useless boyfriend, strained father-daughter relationship, probably highly incorrect information about cars, smutty thoughts a/n: i watched one single fifteen minute video about changing brakes, so if anyone needs a bootleg mechanic you can hmu and i'll be there 🫡 endless hugs & head pats to @frannyzooey for not only all the help on this chapter, but all the kindness & encouragement overall 💜

Your car’s had warning lights on for probably a dangerous amount of time. You’d told your dad numerous times what was going on, not that it mattered all that much to him because the car still gets you from A to B and maybe if you drove a bit more delicately then these things wouldn’t need maintenance so often.

If you turn the music up loud enough it just drowns all that out – both the warnings and your dad’s constant berating. Coming home one night, you try one last time to ask him for help.

“Some jackass cut right across me on the freeway, I made sure he knew exactly what I thought of him though. Lucky I didn’t fly out through the windshield when I slammed on my brakes, considering there's more warnings on my dash than on a fuckin’ storm-season weather report.”

That seemed to do the trick, God, if only you’d done this a month ago. Suddenly he was scouring his search and call history for some mechanic he’d been to for his own car – “Miller’s Auto Repair”, though he doesn’t know who the Miller in question is, saying he dealt with some young boy named Eddie with greasy hair and stains on his shirt to match.

He found some time in his oh-so-busy schedule to go with you. Was he about to lecture you on your attitude? Definitely, but at least your car’s going to be fixed.

-

You park in the street behind your dad and haul yourself out of your car, walking up to meet him. Taking in the place, it looks decent enough – tools scattered around, a young guy working on a car on a lift, plastic chairs and a steel leg table off to one side. Maybe decent is a slight exaggeration, but it’s spacious and airy and doesn’t reek of sweat and toxic masculinity. You’re certainly out of place, the sun blazing down on you in your simple daisy-print dress and you feel slightly overdressed.

An older man comes out of a partitioned-off room, the drywall not quite reaching the rafters and sheet metal above. He’s wearing well-fitted and surprisingly chic black coveralls — a hint of skin peeking from behind the lapel, cuffs buttoned up below his elbows, belt around his hips and there are even pleats in the pant legs. And you thought you were overdressed. You mindlessly smooth out your dress, suddenly feeling like you haven’t made enough of an effort.

It’s not that you were expecting someone unattractive, but the man waltzing towards you is criminally handsome — if only you could find a boy your own age who looked like this. A part of you is actually jealous your dad found this place before you did.

He reaches out to both you and your father with a firm handshake, “Name’s Joel. What can I do for ya?”

“My daughter here’s been having some car troubles.” He gestures to you and you notice Joel gives you a once-over and nods.

Taking the silence as your queue to speak, you start listing everything gone wrong with your car. “First it told me the brake pads need changing, and that was about, what, six weeks ago now?” You glare at your dad, your tongue in your cheek and arms tight across your chest.

“Told you I’ve been busy, you know this.” He matches your look and you turn your attention back to Joel, rolling your eyes and he smirks ever so slightly.

“Aircon needs regassing, and the headlights don’t seem to want to go bright anymore.”

“Well, lights and aircon are quick fixes, can do both right now for you, not expensive. I’ll take a look at the brakes and see if we have sets here that’ll work and let you know about that.”

Your dad excuses himself when his phone starts ringing, leaving you alone with Joel.

“So why’d you bring your dad with? You seem capable enough to me.” He crosses his arms, tilting his head.

“I’d rather not have some macho mechanic clock me from a mile away, and end up getting handled for knowing fuck all about cars. No offence.” Joel smiles at your brash commentary, leaning closer towards you. “Wouldn’t do that to a pretty girl like you. Cute dress, those your favourite?”

You’re not quite sure what he’s talking about, to be honest — a fog came over your mind after ‘pretty girl’ fell from his lips and you stand there in silence, mouth hanging open in a daze.

He leans to the side and points to your chest, snapping you back to reality. “The daisies on your dress? That your favourite flower?”

“Oh! No, uh…” Your voice fades off, unsure of what to do about the heat creeping up your neck and into your ears.

 Joel just smirks at you. “You can bring in that car of yours onto the lift, sweetheart.”

You nod and start walking away, your dad ending his call and he’s already asking questions about the cost of all this work. Getting in your car again, you’re flustered. All this man has done is call you sweetheart and pretty once and it’s all you can think about. You pull your car up to the shop, lining up with the lift as best you can and roll down your window.

Joel leans into the open window with a slanted smile, voice low enough for just you to hear him, “Lined up perfectly there, just go slow and I’ll tell you when to stop,” and God if that doesn’t have your mind racing. You give him a weak smile and manoeuvre your car onto the lift, stopping when he raises his hand. Pulling the bonnet lever and climbing out, you move to stand with your dad again, stepping over discarded rags and dried oil stains.

Joel does what looks to you like a whole lot of fiddling and tapping and knocking of random car parts under the bonnet, and takes the light covers off to change the bulbs; he takes a wheel off and checks the brakes and you watch him the whole time. Skilled and calloused hands moving with ease, your mind wanders off to what else he’s good at with his hands. Crouching down to feel around a toolbox, his coveralls pull tight around his ass and thighs. That heat you felt a few minutes ago only getting worse just from watching him work, embarrassment washing over you – though not enough to look away.

Everything looks like it’s back in place and he lowers the lift, walking towards you and your dad. “Gas and bulbs are done, should be good as new now. Brakes you’re gonna have to come back for, though. Eddie just used the last of the pads and discs you need on that car there, but we can get 'em easily enough, should be here next week.” You nod at him, not sure if it’s easier to look him in the eye or avoid him altogether.

“And you can’t get them any sooner? Or, how long are these current ones gonna be safe for? I’m out of town again next week and–”

“It’s fine, next week is fine.” You put a hand out to cut your dad off and shake your head. You’re really not in the mood for his entitlement, and truthfully you’re looking forward to the chance to come here again without him.

“You gonna manage on your own?” he asks, his tone almost mocking and eyebrows raised.

“I’ll be fine, thanks,” you chirp back, voice curt and monotone.

“You sure?” Of course, he wasn’t going to believe you were capable.

“I’ll get Jake to come with me. It’s fine. Really.”

Right, Jake – your boyfriend. Someone you should’ve been thinking of a long time ago, when instead you were all but undressing Joel with your eyes, imagining the nice things he’d do for you, with you, to you.

You and Jake have been together just over a year now, slept together a handful of times, and all around he’s a decent guy. You met while you both were in training and were given the same placements for industry experience. He’s never done anything inherently bad to you, but lately, you’ve found yourself putting more and more distance between you — subconsciously initially, but now it feels more like a chore to spend time with him.

He’s been sweet and kind to you from the start, but it would be nice to have him make an effort every so often, brag about you, show you off. His grand plan for celebrating your anniversary was taking you out for lunch and calling it a day; if he visits while your dad’s around, the two of them spend more time talking than you do. It’s been about two months since he fucked you, if you could even call it that, and you’re tired of either faking an orgasm or reassuring him it’s fine you never came when you forget to put on the act at all.

You can’t picture someone like Joel giving you such mediocre treatment and being satisfied with that, living life so blissfully unaware.

Joel’s voice snaps you out of your fog and you notice your dad’s already walked out.

“See you then,” and he retreats with a tilt of his head and a wink.

Fuck it’s going to be a long week.

-

Joel already texted your dad three days ago to say you could come in, and you’ve been oddly nervous about it, your mind racing: what’s gonna be the quietest time to go, I wonder if Joel will be too busy with another job, I should make sure I’m not wearing the same dress again. You even made sure you washed your hair the night before in preparation, scolding yourself the whole time – he’s some random guy fixing your car, not to mention you do have a boyfriend.

Eddie’s nowhere to be seen, Joel’s wearing those same coveralls and there’s music playing from a worktop speaker.

“Afternoon, princess,” he holds your door open, eyes following you across the room, just the same as the week before. “Thought you were bringing a friend – what was his name?”

Fingers toying with the hem of your top, you only hope you made the right decision coming here alone. You’re not worried about something that Joel would say or do, no, but worried about something you yourself might. You never were good at hiding your feelings; you pray he can’t see through you.

“Oh, Jake?” You could keep it a secret and enjoy Joel’s attention a while longer but weighing up your options, maybe it’s better to just be honest with him. “He’s my boyfriend. He was uh, busy… today. So, just me.” He doesn’t need to know you never even asked Jake to accompany you to begin with.

“Is it cool if I stay while you work?” you ask timidly. “I can get a ride home though, if you’d prefer.”

“It’s no trouble, here.” He pulls a stool towards you, wiping it off with a smile. Joel gets to work on your car and it’s like a show, just for you. Definitely the right choice to come alone, you smile to yourself.

“So this boyfriend of yours, what’s he like?” he shouts out from the far side of your car and your smile drops.

“Oh, uh… he’s nice.” He is nice, but you can’t be bothered to think of anything worthwhile to say about him.

Joel rounds your car to stop and look at you. “Sounds to me like you don’t want ‘nice’.” His eyes trail up and down your figure and you gawk at his remark. Okay, maybe he actually can see right through you.

“Well, my dad really likes him. Says it’s good to have someone to ground you, or whatever.” Joel simply nods in response and turns his attention back to your car.

You take the opportunity to really take him in this time, with no dad around as a source of shame. Thick curls that you would love to run your hands through, sculpted nose, well-trimmed moustache, grey and patchy scruff for a beard, wide back and broad shoulders and firm chest and—

God, you need to think of something else before you get carried away. Again. You look around the room to refocus on something more appropriate, taking in all the arbitrary decor. Dog-eared posters of old rock bands, exposed bulbs dotted between fluorescent lights, a chain of mini chequered flags strung up along the wall.

You risk another look at Joel and see he’s taken two wheels off already, doing more twisting and turning of car parts you never even knew were there in the first place.

“What’s that?”

He looks to you over his shoulder, coveralls pulling tight again over his arms and back.

“What, this? Called a calliper. Holds the brake pads that squeeze against the disc, stopping the car.” You purse your lips, nodding slowly and Joel huffs out a laugh, facing away again. “Got any siblings that need car part lessons?” He continues, “Or better yet, maybe they can teach you instead.”

“Nope, just me. What about you? Any other Millers gracing the town?” You see him shake his head and he chuckles to himself. 

“Got a brother, Tommy. He’s in construction. I worked with him a while back — much prefer this, though. What’s a girl like you do? Working your dream job?”

‘I’m uh, in between jobs, actually. I’m a chef — was a chef.” You look down to your lap, picking your nails. “I quit. Place was full of sexist dickheads. They suggested I put myself forward for promotion, then gave it to some egotistical asshole with both less experience and qualification. So I told them exactly where they could shove their promotion and never went back.”

You sigh and look up and see Joel’s already watching you, a faint smile on his face almost like he’s proud of you for standing your ground. His eyes are a mix of sympathy and understanding — not something you’re often on the receiving end of.

“I know I kinda fucked myself quitting like that, but I was tired of constantly being treated like shit. And not a fuck was I gonna stick around and take orders from a guy like that.” You crack a smile and Joel matches it.

“You keepin’ yourself busy?”

“Trying to figure out what’s next. Not sure if maybe I should do some more training somewhere, expand my skill set y’know, or just find another job. Not very easy with my dad breathing down my neck.” Joel nods, and his keen attention spurs you on. He’s one of few people who have actually listened to you about all this without giving you his own unwanted opinion or unsolicited advice.

“Only real silver lining is having time to pick up some old hobbies again. And talking to you, I guess.” Joel gives you a skew grin and you smile bashfully, lowering your gaze as you feel your cheeks redden.

“So what do you get up to when you’re not talkin’ to me, then?”

“Bits and pieces here and there. It’s been nice to get back into piano again.”

“Keen musician, are you? Play guitar myself, do a lot of the stuff that’s been playing here.”

The mental image of Joel playing guitar is not good for keeping your mind out of the gutter, and you're soon thinking about what one hand looks like plucking away at the strings, the other in a firm grip around the neck. One hand plucking away at you, the other in a firm grip around your neck. You stop yourself before that runs rampant in your mind, focusing on the song playing in the background.

“Wait, can you play In The Gallery?” You lean forward, eyebrows shooting up to your hairline, a grin spreading across your face in shock and amazement.

“You know this?” Joel points off in no direction, giving you the same bewildered look, and your expression changes from that of awe to insult.

“Of course I do, it’s Dire Straits. Look, I may know jack shit about cars but I do know other things. Do you sing, too?”

He shifts his weight to one leg, cocking his head to the side. “Do you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You flash a smile and he faces away again.

Joel’s bolted the front wheels back and is busy removing the rear ones when a phone starts ringing above the music.

“Hands a little full here. Can you answer? It’s just on the bench there.”

Your eyes widen slightly, but you stand and make your way to find it. Sliding to answer, you hold the phone to one ear and press a finger in the other to drown out the noise, slinking off towards Joel’s office.

-

Joel watches as you walk into his office, phone pressed into your ear. He’s been thinking about you since you arrived with your dad last week, and he’s glad to spend some time hearing what you have to say. And, you know, getting to really look at you without your dad around. 

He thought you looked beautiful in that dress last week — thought what you’d look like out in public with him in that same dress, with his jacket over your shoulders as the air grows cold, you writhing underneath him behind closed doors and waking up in his shirt next to him the following morning. He scolded himself when you drove off last week for allowing himself that indulgence, that twisted fantasy about a girl as young as you — but seeing how you are today, maybe he was right all along.

You’ve been staring at him since you parked, and the way you bite your bottom lip and openly ogle at him when you think he doesn’t notice tells him you’re thinking about the same things, too. 

You seemed shy, scared even, when you first stood in front of him, overshadowed by your father and his clear frustration with you. It seems you have no issue with pushing him, but he can see in the way you stand, closed off, and hear the unease in your constant defence that maybe this eats away at you more than you like to admit. He’s spent a mere two hours with you so far, and you shine when you’re free to say whatever you want, be whoever you want.

Your boyfriend Jake, however — he might be a challenge. Your smile faded when he was mentioned, saying your father’s fond of him, that he’s nice. Maybe you haven’t been together all that long, or on the contrary, been together too long, but if ‘nice’ is his most redeeming quality… He took your indifference and curt response as a sign to not push any further for now, but that boy, whoever he is, clearly doesn’t know how to keep a girl like you happy.

He’s considering fabricating some story of something else that needs repairs on your car just so you’d have a reason to come back, even if under false pretence. You probably would believe him given the evident gaps in your knowledge, but the risk of breaking your trust might not be worth it. He should keep his distance.

He focuses on the task at hand again and finds himself paying extra attention to his work. You won’t recognise good handiwork, but he knows you’ll be excited about having a fully functional car again. It’s not much, but seeing that winning smile spread across your face will be enough for him.

-

Much like Joel himself, it seems, his office is pleasantly well-kept, bar a few too many half-empty coffee mugs and stray papers littering the desk. A tatty plaid-print couch against the back wall, a mini fridge tucked next to the desk, a leather jacket hung over his chair. Blinds drawn and with no sign of Joel approaching, you trace your fingers across the collar, wondering what it would feel like hanging over your own shoulders, arms drowning in the too-long sleeves and you drowning in him.

You leave his office to walk back towards him and Joel raises his eyebrows questioningly, wiping his hands off on a rag. “So?”

“Woman named Hazel? She didn’t leave much of a message, she just asked if you could call her back. Said you’d have her number.” You hand the phone to him, his hands cool compared to the heat burning under your skin.

“Ah, guess I should,” he mumbles, a hand coming up to scratch the nape of his neck.

“Hm, so who’s Hazel? Is she pretty?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him, a cheeky grin on your face.

Joel scoffs a laugh. “Nobody you need to worry about, not my type.” You feel an odd sense of assurance at his admission. “Well, everything’s done, you’re good to go. Your dad paid last week already.”

“And what about all the hard work you put into this? Surely I owe you something for that?”

“You spendin’ the afternoon was payment enough.” He smiles at you, eyes softening. “I’ll see ya round, sweetheart. Come by any time, I mean it. And hey, if you ever need a change of scenery, you’re welcome to come answer the phone for me.”

You’re not entirely sure if he’s seriously offering you a job or just passing it off as banter. It would get you out of the house and put a bit of extra cash in your pockets; you’d get to spend days on end around Joel, watch him work, and maybe get a glimpse into who he is beyond the charming mechanic you know so far. 

It would certainly test your resolve being so close to him. You consider all the afternoons that may look like the one you’ve just had — easy work, no Eddie or other customers around, just you and Joel and the tension between you. You suppose you’d have to find something to do to pass the time on days like these… Then again, do you really want to risk having him see you as just the girl who answers the phone?

Maybe you can fake something, an excuse to bring you back here to see him again. The ruse wouldn’t last long, not when Joel takes one look at the car and sees clear as day there’s nothing wrong, but you can pin it all on inexperience. Either way, you won’t be forgetting him any time soon.

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[jessicamarbles]

Weight

It moves as if learning to walk again. I give no signal that I see it. Just let it stumble toward me, exertion dripping from each clumsy jolt.

“I found it harder today, Miss” it says, smiling weakly.

“Oh?” I feign surprise, holding out my hand for the cup. Whisperbone with gold pleats, so thin it’s near translucent. Fragile to the point of decadence. It places the tea onto my flat, outstretched palm, trying to control the shaking in its exhausted limbs “Sounds like you need another.”

The glint in its eyes darkens and I feel my mouth go wet.

“B-but-” it begins.

I quiet the protest with a raised eyebrow.

I tie the straps tight - two on each arm, two on each leg, one across its forehead, a gag across its mouth – then test the HotPoint. A single, blistering white dot radiates from its tip.

“Pain is a process.” I remind it as I make incision. It tries to flinch, squirm. I know this is not rejection; our bodies play saboteur to the lives we yearn for. And I *am* sheering open its calf with a laser hot enough to melt lead, after all. A little resistance is expected.

The HotPoint is as exact as it is excruciating. Seven dermal layers down I find the sweet spot: loose enough for an insertion but too deep to remove the weight without it clawing itself open. “We need you strong” I remind it “You want to be strong for me, don’t you?” It cannot speak, nor nod, nor move, but it blinks at me.

The sheet is an ultra-condensed steel alloy. Magnetised, but the Doll needn’t know that. I push the weight under its flesh and let the serrated edge do the work, curving round the shin bone till its leg is wholly encased by the metal.

I’ve told the Doll the weights make it stronger, and it’s true. They have. Any place but here they’d make it superhuman. But I control the Station, every aspect, and I adjust the magnetic fields in direct proportion to its increasing muscle mass. Thus its body feels heavier and heavier after each operation, its limbs more rigid, its movements more tiring, even as it gains in power under my employ.

All the effort, all the overcompensation, sharpens its mind, not just its body. It will join its first combat with the wrath and fury of an unchained god. I hope, then, it will understand why it was lied to.

“All done” I whisper, leaning close, as I unbuckle the Doll and watch it try to rise. It falters, naturally. It’s carrying an extra thirty kilos in its left leg, even without the magnetism. I place my arm around its waist and help it back towards its quarters, my face a mask of kindness. “I’ve left something for you on your bed. You may need it tomorrow.”

The next day, it crawls to me, fighting tears. My tiffin is balanced on its brand new saddle. It is too tired to stand, too weak now to fight the weight I’ve put inside it. I take my tea and cake directly from its back, never acknowledging the grunts and shudders my table makes. I turned the magnets to high this morning. It can barely hold itself up.

“Better today?” I ask at last, my face the portrait of innocence. Even exhausted, the Doll knows better than to hide its eye from me when it speaks. It meets my gaze, sweat livid on its brow.

“I am as you wish me, Miss.” It answers, sweetly, without a hint of reproach.

I sip my tea and wonder if it knows.

[professorpski]

BurdaStyle April 2023

This issue has us moving into the summer season, so if you are not already sewing for hotter weather, you will start thinking you should be. There are sleeveless tops and a fuller skirt and pants for the seasonal look.

See Skirt 127 for one with a shaped and fitted yoke and then gathered below the show it in a striped terra cotta print, and various border prints might work well too. Since gathers can create mass, a rayon challis or a silk crepe or some other fabric with lots of drape would be a good idea. Trousers 125 A and 125 B would also work well in drapey fabrics as they have multiple pleats. You do want to wear them cropped as they show you as very wide legs worn long will catch on your feet at you walk.

You can always shorten Maxi Dress 119 if you don’t want such a long hemline. In fact, they shortened it into Top 120. Both have little pleats at the front neckline, and then gathers at both the collar and the waistline which has a drawstring. Again, gathers mean that a soft fabric with drape will work nest and also show off the little flounce in the sleeve. The pleats and the sleeve flounce do not exactly harmonize, so you might want to swap out a different sleeve, or simply take the sleeve and use it elsewhere.

There are sleeker looks as well as you can see in the sketches knit Dress 111, pleated Dress 116, and Top 109.

All of these patterns are included in this issue, printed out in overlapping lines on the pattern sheets. You then copy your garment and your size onto your own paper. Most of these come in sizes from 36-44 and some come in a few more sizes on either end of the size scale.

You can find it at your local newsstand or fabric store or online here: https://www.burdastyle.com/subscription-burda-style.html

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Broken Souls

Warnings: Angst, light mention of abuse, fluff

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

It was dark, it was cold, and it was wet. A typical night in nowhere Hawkins, Indiana. There wasn't a day in a week when the sky clouded with gloomy darkness poured the town with its torrent of rain. She hated it. She missed the clear skies and the warmth of the sun. She hated this stupid town of Hawkins so much as it was actually starting to grow on her. So much that as soon as the first drops of rain hit her windshield on the way home from Nancy's that Y/N had to pull her shitty car over on the side of the road and climb from its confinements; immediately being assaulted with the wetness of heavy raindrops and the stench of a backroad town. The road was empty and there were no houses nearby; that sort of road that took you from point A to point B. The scenic route it was called now that she thought about it. Perhaps it was the rural emptiness of the wet road that made her do it or perhaps she was just so fed up being stuck in this stupid town that she was just so done with the entire week that made her do it. She'd blame it on alcohol if anyone asked later despite her and only she would know not a drop of that poison flowed through her veins. She didn't care if her pretty girl attire of pale pink pleated skirt and button-down blouse in a cotton white got wet from the downpour. She didn't care that her minimum make-up would probably be smeared dark across her face and her hair that once curled so perfectly in soft H/C silk was now just a lump of tangled wetness glued to the pavement. She didn't care it all. She was just so done and prayed to whatever god above would allow the rain to wash away all the sadness and stress the poor girl had. No, it wasn't school that bothered her. She was sweet and popular to everyone within the walls of Hawkins High but her sweetness got so highly overlooked when behind the walls of her family home. When he drank too much it all just went out the window. She was a fighter; had to be if she was to be her brother's shield. But God did it hurt. Not all the makeup in the world would hide the bruises on her soul from her father's hands. She wanted the world to swallow her whole. But instead of splitting open and swallowing her whole Y/N heard a roaring engine over the sound of the rain. She felt the vibrations of the vehicle before she saw the headlights piercing through the thickness of the falling sheet of rain. Was she going to get up? Nope. Did she have the energy or mind power to be like 'hey I should get out of the road before I get ran over?' yeah nope. She just laid there numbly without feeling and when the lights finally pierced through the darkness and hit her the car that she realizing was racing far too fast for this road and in the storm come to a literal screeching halt with the scent of burning rubber in it's wake.

The sound of a car door opening was followed by a male's voice shouting "Hey, you alright over there?" the voice was oddly familiar but Y/N merely raised her arm to give a thumbs up in reply.

"Okay, so get the fuck out of the road girl!"

"No!" her voice was gravely from the tears she'd spilled earlier and that one single word hurt to push through her throat.

Boots thumping towards her with low explotives of curses drew closer as the figure finally stopped beside her and looked down blocking the rain from her face enough for her E/C eyes to open and squint up at the shadow. She could just make out the pale hair and the jeans as water droplets soaked the man's hair and dropped on her face but it was the glint of the necklace that sparkled in the car headlight's that made her brain finally register who the hell was standing over her.

"For fuck's sake Y/N. The hell happened to you?" the frame bent down on one knee and a warm hand pressed against the bruise on her cheek that was poorly hidden by some makeup that was now smeared on her face.

"Well look who it is, Mr. Billy Hargrove. Leave me alone to die." Y/N turned her head away and closed her eyes continuing to lay in the middle of the road.

You see, Y/N and Billy always did have some sort of love/hate relationship going on ever since he moved into Hawkins from California with his father and stepmother no more than a year after Y/N had moved from her origin state. They both were outcasts and new in their own way but they held so much anger inside despite the fronts they like to put up within the halls of Hawkins High. Unlike all the rest of the girls who threw themselves at the boy with his perfect blue eyes, tanned skin, beautiful curls, and addictive smirk partnered with his 'don't give two shits' attitude Y/N's perfect girl persona never failed to reject him which unbestowed to her only made the man crave to get beneath her skin all that much more. It was as if his drawl and the graze of his eyes along her skin like a physical touch anytime they were in the same space was purposeful to make her skin crawl but she finds that it just as much as it excited her as it did turn her off; that's why she hated him, the duality that this man possessed pissed her off. He reminded her too much of her father too especially when he got angry; she wanted to blame that side of him for her lack of trust for the boy or put anything he said to a grain of salt. But little did both of them realize that the presence of each other was just what they needed and craved; they were far too similar than they cared to admit and perhaps that's why Billy secretly felt that Y/N was his. Two wounded souls subconsciously reaching for the other.

"Damn it Y/N you're going to catch your death out here." those damned blue eyes scanned her frame seeing the goosebumps from the coldness of the raindrops that soaked her pale skin and the tremble of her limbs as she lay limply in the middle of the pavement.

He did not give her a choice as his frame bent forward and with one arm slipping beneath her bare knees the other one tucked under her upper back to haul her slight frame up against his larger one so that he could effortlessly rise to his feet. He ignored the squeal of surprise as the girl flailed not expecting to be picked up. She was lucky he wasn't throwing her over his shoulder like a barbarian instead.

"What are you doing Hargrove! Put me down!" the pretty teen smacked at his jean-covered back but he completely ignored her and instead carried her to his blue Camaro's passenger door. Flinging it open and flopping her body onto the leather seats not carrying that she was soaked to the bone and getting the leather upholstery wet in the process.

He followed up by rounding his car and slipping back into the driver's seat before he clicked on the heater in hopes to warm the girl up. He did not pull back on the road right away and instead just stared at the windshield as the rain came pouring down on top of the car, making a thunderous sound within as an ambiance to the faint sound of rock playing on his car stereo. The faint lights of the buttons on the console illuminated part of his face enough for Y/N to see the clench of his jaw and the vein in his neck to pulse a little more prominently as if he was trying to reign in his temper. It took a few awkward silent minutes of no one speaking before he finally broke the silence as he reached into the pocket of his jean jacket to snag a cigarette from it and lit it in the next second.

"You wanna tell me what that was all about or how you got that bruise on your face?" his voice was just as hard as the look on his face; all the while he stared out the window refusing to look at his uninvited guest.

Y/N kept silent and wrapped her arms around herself suddenly grateful that the darkness hid her expression as she realized that her white bra was on display in her soaked white blouse. But Billy wasn't even paying her attention like she had expected; he did not even attempt to look at her let alone give some sort of perverted flirting attempt like he would any other girl in her situation. His anger at the situation was simply because he'd found her in the middle of the road right? Y/N thought it was more of a frustrating encounter to dampen the mood that the rain was setting. The anger he showed did not make sense on her behalf, or at least it did not in her mind right then. He couldn't care about finding her in the middle of the road right? The leather squeaked as she finally shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her lap to avoid any potential accident of their eyes meeting one another's.

"I just felt like it."

"Bullshit Y/L/N. Tell me the truth" Billy's frame suddenly turned to her. His eyes had a piercing glint in the faint light as they stared at her and she couldn't help the fear that shot through her at that furious expression. Was he mad at her? Would he hit her like her father does?

"I-I" her lip trembled as she fought to say something but instead she thunked her head against the headrest in surrender and turned her face away as a sob left her chest making her hand cover her mouth in an attempt to silence it. But he'd heard it. It was far too late and she couldn't stop the tears even if she tried.

"Hey," the rough pads of his fingers were gentle as they grasped her wrist with one hand while the other turned her face back to look at him. The anger was gone from his expression and instead was blank as he stared at her tear-stained face and the mess of mascara running down her cheeks. He absently brushed them away and wiped the dark lines from her face with the slightest of touches that should not have felt as comforting as they were.

"I'm tired, Billy." Y/N shook her head. "I'm so fucking tired of it. I can't do anymore; I can't keep pretending everything is okay while he gets away with this shit." she sobbed closing her eyes and allowing the weight of her head to fall completely into his strong hands.

"What are you talking about Y/L/N? Is someone bullying you?" his nostrils flared a bit at the thought someone at school would lay their hands on her. But that anger went cold when those E/C eyes opened once more to stare up into his blue ones.

"My dad's been drinking again…" that was all he needed to know. He was far too familiar with alcoholic fathers and just what happens when they drink too much.

Billy's jaw clenched and he had to close his eyes a moment to compose himself, his head lowering a bit to hide his face as he tried to reign the emotion that wanted him to smash his fist against his steering wheel. They reopened after a moment and centered on her face again as one hand goes to grasp the side of her face; gently cradling her head as his thumb stroked her wet cheek again trying to get her attention. "No one is going to fucking touch you again Y/N. Do you hear me? When he starts that shit you come to me, got it?" he demanded

Her lip quivered and she shook her head. "It's not your battle to fight-"

"You're right it's not. But it is now." Billy pulled her closer until his lips pressed to her cold forehead feeling her tremble against him. "You'll be okay darling, I'll make sure of it."

He pulled away to stare into her teary gaze. "No one touches what's mine."

[nabooro]

A note on phonology and spelling conventions

The many people across many years who have worked on the names, titles, customs and places of and on Naboo have obviously done it with disparate backgrounds in mind, which is why you have several obviously Japanese elements and also names like Pooja. On top of that, some of the names that were introduced in novelisations and so on have gone for something in a very Western pattern.

A big example of this is the name Naberrie, which is pronounced na-berry and spelled with an ie, because... reasons?

English is an exception of a language for how it’s vowels and consonants shift pronunciation based on somewhat arbitrary spelling rules. Even Romance languages, which have a great deal of vowel shift, aren’t so inconsistent as English is. In English, Palpatine is pronounced pal-pa-teen because of convention, and that specific convention has evolved out of a history of vowel shifts.

Nabooro is not English, and it makes no sense to me for a language that (relatively recently in its history) shifted to an entirely different alphabet (or should I say aurebesh) to have the kind of spelling and pronunciation inconsistencies that English does. A written language should reflect sounds as well as meanings!

The way I spell out and write words in Nabooro is based on the sounds (you may notice a large number of â’s and é’s - that’s because English has only five vowel letters that convey a number of different sounds etc., and Nabooro has 9 distinct vowels with one assigned sound each)

Which is to say: I have maintained the spellings for canonical names like Palpatine or Naberrie, but those are not pronounced the way the rest of Nabooro is, and maybe they hold onto their spellings because they were crystallised in writing before they enacted spelling shifts in Aurebesh - that, or old, noble families simply refused to change they way they wrote and spelled their names even after the shift.

However, the rest of Nabooro follows certain patterns, which are as follows:

b, d, f, h, j, k, l, m, n, p, r, s, t, v, w are the same as English

c is always pronounced like /k/, except before y or ee, where it is like /s/

ch is a distinct letter to itself, pronounced like in English

g is always hard, like in goat

ng is a distinct letter to itself, pronounced like in English

sh is a distinct letter to itself, pronounced like in English

th is a distinct letter to itself, and is pronounced like thor rather than like that or the (i.e. θ not ð)

â is denoted by the Aurebesh letter aurek, and is pronounced /ɑ:/ , as in father or palm

a is denoted by the Aurebesh letter enth, and is pronounced /æ/, like in cat or bang

é is denoted by the Aurebesh letter esk, and is pronounced /eɪ/, like in mate or café

e is denoted by the Aurebesh letter onith, and is pronounced /ə/ (butter, filler) between stronger vowels and /ʌ/ (but, crumb/ when it is the sole syllable in the word.

i is denoted by the Aurebesh letter isk, and is pronounced /ɪ/, like in inch or hit

ee is denoted by the Aurebesh letter isk with an accent mark next to it, and is pronounced /i:/, as in sheet or pleat

o is denoted by the Aurebesh letter osk, and is pronounced /o/. Unlike in English, it is not dipthongised into /ou/

u is denoted by the Aurebesh letter usk, and is pronounced /ʊ/, like in foot or pull

oo is denoted by the Aurebesh letter orength, and is pronounced /u:/, like in loose or soon

[anashins]

The Art of Distraction

Title: The Art of Distraction

Pairing: Taeyong x You

Genre: romance, schoollife, smut

Warnings: protected sex, cunnilingus, blowjob, lots of teasing and cursing

Word Count: 5.304

Summary: You have to study for your upcoming math exam, but your boyfriend is bored and has something else in mind instead of letting you pass it.

________

“I’m bored.”

“You wanted to come over, Taeyong, so look for something that will keep you entertained, because I won’t be done anytime soon over here.”

For days, you had been studying for an upcoming exam in the worst subject ever: math.

Ever since the third year of middle school, you started to dislike it, and it hadn’t even taken you a year more from then on to declare it as the subject you were the worst at.

Even now in high school, your liking for math had never increased. Your teacher with his high expectations didn’t make it easier either, and just the mere thought of the upcoming exam on the next day made your stomach turn upside down in fear.

Sometimes, you thought you actually understood the topic when it was being explained on the board, but as soon as the numbers and letters changed, everything didn’t make any sense anymore to you. The questions the teacher asked made you even more confused along with the exercises he gave the students to solve at home. You always wondered why your classmates to your left and right had such an easy time solving everything, whereas you ourself didn’t even understand the question.

You settled with the thought of being a hopeless case, but you were still panicking about how you’d ever pass this exam.

It was the most important, the final one in school. There was no way you could fail it, and you had actually studied more than ever before for a subject. It had been days since you had last left the house, and you only went downstairs to eat dinner and talk with your parents about some things which should distract you, but it certainly didn’t help.

Your mind was a big blur of numbers and letters. You got the feeling that, the more you studied, the more you forgot and the more you made yourself go crazy.

Now, staring at the combinations of different numbers and letters again, you didn’t even get the meaning of the question which was written above the exercise. You ruffled your hair and let out an annoying, frustrating sigh.

What value did you need to search for? How did you even calculate this? What did all of the things you had written in your notebook even mean? It was like everything was slowly being erased from your mind the longer you stared at it.

You shifted in your seat, unable to find a proper, comfortable position which didn’t increase your mood at all. The sound of the pencil rolling over the paper had stopped a long while ago, and since then you had been doing nothing other than staring blankly at the sheet in front of you, not paying attention to the exercise anymore. It was like you just stared at the paper, your thoughts drifting to nowhere.

It was loud music blasting through the room, interrupting the pleasant silence which made you flinch and pulled you out of your thoughts. You almost let your pencil fall, feeling your heart pumping heavily against your chest.

“Taeyong!” you yelled in annoyance and turned around to see your boyfriend playing around with his phone.

He flashed an apologetic look in your direction. “I’m sorry, so sorry! I just stumbled over this funny tik tok video, but the volume was on, wait...”

With a few hand movements, he managed to turn off the volume, the music being broken by silence again.

You shot an angry glare at Taeyong who just shrugged with a grin on his face which was way too sweet to let you be mad at him any longer. Turning around in your seat, you hovered over your papers again, tapping with your pencil against the edge of your desk, the rhythmic noise giving you a little reassurance.

*Klonk*

“Taeyong!”

Once again, you turned around and found him kneeling in front of your nightstand. He had just knocked over the picture frame which showed both of you and now, he put it back on its place, wiping over the glass to make sure that nothing was broken.

He moved his head aside and smiled shyly. “I’m sorry! It was an accident…”

“Can you just… sit down and do nothing for the next few hours? It’s getting on my nerves!”

The glance you gave him was reflecting pure annoyance and anger now. Without even paying any attention to him, you got back to your math sheets, hearing Taeyong placing himself on the bed, rustling the sheets as he laid down.

It was silent again and you inhaled deeply, trying to concentrate yourself. You held the pencil convulsively in your hand, wanting to write something down, but your mind was somehow blocked.

Not by letters and numbers though, but by something immerse and black in your thoughts, preventing you from doing anything productive now. But you needed to, the exam was important, you needed to…

“Am I really getting on your nerves?”

It was Taeyong’s arms slowly wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you into an embrace from behind which broke your thoughts once more. His cheek brushed over your ear, and you could feel his warm breath on your skin as he repeated,

“Am I really that annoying?”

He kissed your earlobe, his hair tickling your neck as he pulled the skin between his lips, slowly nibbling on it.

You didn’t know that you had been holding your breath until you exhaled deeply. This was your sensitive spot. Your very, very sensitive spot. And he knew. You gritted your teeth and just answered,

“Yes, you are!”

But it came out more like a gasp than the strong and commanding answer you actually had in mind.

His kisses went further to your neck, trailing down to your shoulders. He kissed every spot he passed, and it was until he reached the collar of your shirt that you realized you had actually rolled your head back to give him space to go on.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re annoyed by my presence at all,” he whispered, and you could actually see his smug grin in front of your eyes.

That little shit.

Taeyong’s embrace around your shoulders loosened and you breathed out, expecting him to finally back off and go back to whatever he was doing and leaving you alone - but you were absolutely wrong.

Taeyong’s hands wandered down to the hem of your shirt, and it was when he fiddled with the first button that you gasped once again. Slightly dumbfounded, you lowered your head, looking down at your cleavage which was being revealed inch for inch with every button he opened.

Taeyong chuckled beside you and followed your gaze. When you turned your head aside, you could see him smirking.

“Taeyong, that’s…”

You held your breath as he slid his hands down your upper body from behind, parting your shirt to reveal the white lace bra you were wearing. The moment you wanted to open your mouth again, this time to protest in your strongest volume, he had his hands already in your underwear, cupping your breasts as his lips attacked the side of your neck again.

“Oh god,” you breathed, feeling him squeeze your breasts and massaging them as the straps slowly slipped down your shoulders to give his hands more freedom.

You hadn’t let go of the pencil in your fingers until now. Your grip tightened more like you just wanted to hold onto something to get support as Taeyong’s thumbs brushed over each of your peaks, flicking over them and tweaking them between his fingers.

Your legs closed automatically and your body arched, craving for more. He sucked on and nibbled on your neck, teasing your skin with gentle bites and kisses.

“So… I’m really annoying, aren’t I?”

Fuck. His voice sounded meaningful as though he was up to something, and seconds later, one of his hands slid out of your cup just to run towards your navel. He was making his way to the focused area very slowly, teasing you with his skin on yours and causing you to get goosebumps on your stomach. You stared at his hand passing your navel and moving further downwards, the tip of his fingers finding a way under the hem of your pleated skirt.

“No!” you yelled and freed yourself from Taeyong’s embrace.

Your body was heated up from his touches and you still struggled with breathing as you pushed your boyfriend away. You felt him letting go of you by himself and took a deep breath.

Staring at your notebook, you pulled up the straps of your bra and fiddled with the buttons to close your shirt, but with your trembling fingers, it was not easy work. This was not the right time. You had this exam tomorrow and couldn’t be distracted - there were so many things you still needed to learn, there…

“Taeyong!” you scolded again, totally shocked as he shrugged your legs off, spreading them wide apart in front of him.

When you looked down, you found him kneeling in front of you, looking up to you as he licked over his upper lip sinfully.

For a moment, you stared at each other – he, with a lustful gaze and you, with a feared one because you knew, he wouldn’t stop once he began. You shook your head, trying to close your thighs, but Taeyong held them apart with his strong hands so that you’d never have a chance.

“Yongie,” you begged, “Yongie please, I need to learn, I need to…”

You struggled in his grip, but the longer you tried, the more you were assured that this would have a different ending than you had imagined.

“You need a distraction,” he ended your sentence and flipped your skirt back to lower his head on your right thigh.

The pencil fell out of your hand when he licked over the sensitive skin on your inner thigh. He left a wet path as he licked a line, massaging either side of your thighs with his hands to relax and tease you at the same time. Regardless of how much you fought against it, you leaned back in your seat and your hips even bucked against his head, wanting more.

Taeyong hooked your legs over his shoulders so that your swollen sex was open to his upcoming attack, covered only by a single thin layer of panties. His lips were being pressed against your left thigh, kissing forward and approaching your wetness which was hiding behind the fabric.

The closer his kisses came, the shorter your breath got until you stopped for a second when his lips reached the waistband of your panties next to your entrance. Taeyong let his tongue glide along the band, partly along your skin, causing you to bear down a moan by covering your mouth with your hand.

You didn’t want to give in yet. You kept your gaze at your math sheets, but no matter how much you tried to concentrate, Taeyong was quite a dangerous and good distraction. You thought it would help to make him stop if you pretended not to be bothered at all, but on the other hand… that boy was so good.

His hands moved up and down your thighs, his palms brushing over your skin which got intensely hot due to his work. With his index finger, he hooked on the waistband and put the thin layer aside, clamping it with two fingers and revealing your wet folds as he stared at your core lustfully.

“Taeyong!”

It was a scream, replaced by a gasp as he placed his tongue flat on your wetness, applying pressure before he licked up. Finally, after you had tried to resist so hard, you moaned. It was a rather quiet moan, because you still refused to give in to the fullest, but Taeyong knew that it wouldn’t take him much effort anymore to get you where he wanted you. Smug as fuck, he smirked against your skin and placed a kiss on your nub, making your hips jerked-knife off the seat.

“For someone who doesn’t want this, you’re already really wet,” he teased and licked up the juices dripping out of you.

“Shut up!” you returned, but your voice faded away in a moan when Taeyong dipped his tongue into your entrance. “Oh god!”

You closed your eyes and circled your legs around his upper body, bringing him closer to you, because obviously, the tip of his tongue was by far not enough.

Taeyong chuckled and hummed against your skin, causing the vibrations to turn you on even more. You brought both of your hands up to cover your mouth fully and bite down your loud moans like that.

For your boyfriend, it was an amusing view, because he knew you had finally given in. Whimpers escaped your lips as he licked over your entrance again, sliding his tongue along your folds like he was tasting some kind of candy, letting out a delicious groan. He stopped at your nub and you knew, when he began to play on it now, you were totally screwed.

“Ohhh!” you moaned as his tongue flicked over your clit, bucking your hips against him, wanting more and more.

Screw math, screw the exam, screw studying. Just for now.

Taeyong sucked on your clit and rolled it in between his lips. He let you grab his hair as your arousal caused your core to pulse against him. Taking a large breath, he allowed the scent of excitement to wash over his body and he found it exhilarating as it infiltrated his system.

His tongue trailed from your clit down to your folds before he plunged it deep into you again. All along the way, you cried out, shifted in your seat and bucked your hips to meet his licks, tangling your fingers in his hair and scratching his head. Forgotten were the numbers and letters you had studied before. Everything in front of you went black as you closed your eyes to give in to the fullest of pleasures.

Taeyong’s left fingers suddenly dipped into your centre, causing you to jump at this sudden movement. You wiggled in your seat, trying to get him deeper into you and as smug as he was, he just grinned and pushed into you with one hard thrust.

“Ahhhh!”, you screamed, one hand clasping his neck and the other one holding onto the edge of your seat just to look for support in case you’d pass out soon.

Each thrust coming from Taeyong’s slender hand made you jerk in pleasure, struggling with wanting to stop now and continuing until you’d probably swoon.

Whatever Taeyong was doing down there, it made you become a mess. Cries and whimpers fell from your lips, somehow mixing together to noises you didn’t even know you were able to make.

His approving groans sent vibrations to the region around your clit, making the pleasure in your groin just build up faster. Your hips bucked up and down, wanting him to go faster as the knot in your lower stomach grew bigger and bigger, just begging to be released, to explode.

“Hmm, are you feeling good?” you heard him saying. “Much better than math isn’t it?”

“Tae-… Yongie, oh god…”

Screw math. You were gasping for air, crying out his name over and over again. The pleasant feeling pooled up inside of you and you knew that, when he’d go faster, you’d be finally released.

“Faster?”

Taeyong knew that as well. He rolled his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves, flicked and sucked on it harder while the tip of his fingers pumped in and out of you. He nudged your clit, pressing his lips against it to intensify the coiling feeling in the pit of your stomach by doubling his speed. He hummed in pleasure, sending vibrations throughout your body as you felt your orgasm nearing.

“Are you going to sum?”

Shit. You loved when Taeyong dirty talked. It was always such a turn on. You could practically see him smirking down there.

“Ohhh, Yongie...”

You threw your head back, anticipating the release. Your thighs tensed around his neck and he felt your walls begin to flutter around his fingers. A little more. Just a little more.

But then he stopped the motions coming from his fingers and lips as sudden as he had attacked you. You whined, suddenly feeling so unfulfilled and empty. The feeling of not getting the chance to release yourself while your orgasm was right around the corner was almost ripping you apart. Tears fell from your eyes and you half-screamed his name, partly in annoyance and partly because you were begging him to continue.

You watched Taeyong, who was still kneeling in between your legs, pulling out his fingers fully just to lead them to his mouth. His gaze pierced through your eyes as you watched him parting them slightly, a sticky substance sticking on them.

He flashed a smirk at you before taking them into his mouth and sucking it gently. Your face flushed instantly when he pulled it out, showing you that he had sucked all your juices off.

“You taste good,” he said as he got up and you looked at him in disbelief. “Too bad I’m just an annoyance.”

Taeyong sighed dramatically, yet playfully, and walked towards your bed. You shifted in your seat, still confused over the fact why the hell he had just stopped and didn’t continue. It was surely not the first time that this little fuck was teasing you like hell, but never had he been that cruel to stop right before you were about to cum.

“And too bad you want me to sit down and do absolutely nothing the next few hours.”

You stared at him seating himself onto the mattress, still feeling heated up and so turned on.

“It’s a little hot in here, isn’t it?”

As much as Taeyong wanted to hide his grin, he just couldn’t. That little shit was playing with you, and you knew that, from the moment you had let him in between your legs, you had already lost.

You clutched onto the lower hem of your skirt, feeling your core still dripping when Taeyong pulled his shirt over his head and laid back down on the bed, practically presenting himself on a silver tray. He was offering himself to you, and it was only a question of time until you were going to attack him back. He crossed his arms behind his head and watched you struggling with your priorities with much amusement.

Your instincts told you just to jump at him, but your mind told you to calm the fuck down and concentrate on your studies again. Math wasn’t done with you and neither was the exam which would be in around 12 hours. You should have never allowed Taeyong to come over. Never. But on the other hand… that boy, lying half naked in front of you, was your super hot boyfriend, wanting to pleasure you in every way possible.

Fuck everything.

With your head lowered, you stood up, causing Taeyong to raise his brows in surprise. With one fluid motion, you opened the two upper buttons on your shirt and let the clothing slide down your shoulders, draping around your ankles as it fell on the floor. Taeyong watched you in amazement with sparkling eyes.

Quickly, your skirt followed, gliding down your hips to fall onto your feet as well. You took a step forward to get out of the pile of clothes and flashed a deathful glare at Taeyong who had a half-smirk around his mouth.

You walked towards him and he sat up to welcome you with open arms, “If I’m going to fail this exam, you’re so doomed.”

He just laughed and wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you into an embrace and placing you on his lap.

Taeyong attacked you in an open-mouthed kiss, bringing your bum just a little closer so that you were sitting right on his crotch. He lifted his hips, brushing against your core and with that, the familiar feeling from before started to rise once again. You let out a light moan against your boyfriend’s lips as you hooked your arms around his neck.

“Hmm… I think a distraction is everything you need right now.”

He bucked his hips once again, making you cry out his name when your hips started to move and rub against the bulge in his jeans. Just a few layers were separating you two and neither one of you could wait until they were fully gone.

With your legs on either side of Taeyong, you slid up and down his crotch in a grinding motion, now causing him to whimper instead of you.

“Lay down!” you commanded and Taeyong tilted his head in confusion before you put your hands on his chest and pushed him back into the pillows.

Moving backwards a bit, you opened the button and unzipped his pants. Hooking under the waistband, you flapped his boxers and his erection sprang out, slapping against his stomach. Once again, you wondered how he was able to keep it in his jeans for that long.

“My turn now,” you said and licked over your lips.

Taeyong watched you in excitement and anticipation as you bent down and opened your mouth, letting his swollen length pass your lips.

He threw his head back and sighed in relief of finally being taken in, covering half of his face with his arm he had just placed on his forehead. You swallowed further, letting him slide in slowly while his other hand clenched the sheets to his left.

When you reached your limit, not being able to continue anymore, you popped him in and out of your mouth while either of your hands were embracing the base of his cock. He was pulsing against your palms, the blood running through this body part with a high pace like never before.

With a slurping sound, you let go of him and wiped your mouth, giving Taeyong a teasing look.

“Shiiiit!” he groaned with a husky, deep voice and you could swear that it was the sexiest sound you had heard in a long time.

“Hmm, I’ve barely even started, Yongie,” you said and giggled.

You put your tongue on the base where your hands were, letting it slide all the way up to the tip, leaving a wet path with your saliva. Massaging his balls experimentally with your fingers, you made him shift his hips in anticipation, hearing him inhaling deeply just to let out a long-lasting moan which sounded like music in your ears.

You flicked your tongue over his tip, tasting the precum dripping from it. Dipping your tongue into the crease, Taeyong groaned again, this time louder and impatient. It was until then, when he began to swear as you bobbed your head up and down the upper half of his cock, making him nearing his pleasure. Now opening your mouth, you took him in all at once until you reached your limits.

“Fuck!” he cursed, tangling his fingers in your hair and scratching your head.

His pants mixed with groans, turning him into a mess under your touches like he had just done with you before.

You continued bobbing your head up and down his length, taking him to the furthest you could and letting him slide out of your mouth just to take him in again. The pace was rather slow, but it had its effect.

Taeyong was so, so close. You intensified his feeling by massaging the area around his base, then letting your hands help you by gliding up and down the lower part of his cock. You then stopped at the head to suck with your lips on the tip, nudging it with your tongue before letting it pass your wet lips once again.

He was twitching in your mouth in anticipation for the upcoming release, and it was right before he was reaching his climax when you let go and sat up, wiping your tongue over your lips.

“We’re getting a little bitchy over here,” Taeyong panted as he saw you stopping and crawling back to pull on the waistband of both, his boxers and jeans.

“Tit for tat,” you just answered, and within a blink of an eye, your boyfriend had already grabbed your waist on either side and flipped you over so that you laid underneath him. “Oh, we’re getting a little impatient over here, aren’t we?”

Taeyong just let out a laugh when he got on his knees and hovered over you, reaching under your back to open your bra with one fluid motion. You arched your body to make it easier for him to remove the clothing. He placed himself on top of you and lowered his head to take one of your nipples in his mouth.

His tongue moved over your nub in circular movements while his other hand grabbed at your breasts to massage them intensely with his fingers. He took your peak between his teeth, sucking on it roughly and making you gasp, partly in slight pain and partly in excitement as he gently bit into it.

“God, Taeyong!” you screamed, digging your fingers in the back of his neck while he kissed down to your navel. “Just…”

You didn’t even need to speak it out. He sat up and put both of your legs over his shoulder to slide off your soaked panties. You could still feel your core pulsing from the things he had one before and it probably only got worse now that he was so near, but still not in you.

Taeyong peeled off his jeans and boxers, getting entangled with the clothes in eagerness. When he was finally freed and completely naked in front of you, he reached over to your nightstand, grabbing one of the condoms out of the package. You reached out your hand to grab it and before Taeyong could even realize, you hooked your legs around his waist and made him turn around, pushing him back onto the mattress so that you were sitting on top of him again.

Flashing a triumphant smile at him, you put the silver pack between your teeth and opened it. Like an expert, you rolled the rubber down his length.

“Shitshitshit.”

Taeyong had every right to curse. He loved it when you were riding him. It was rare, because he was a kind of a very dominant guy, but when it was your turn, you always managed to give him the best ride ever.

You crawled closer to his crotch and by grabbing on his length, you directed him at your entrance. The tip poked into you, and although you planned to tease him a little more, you couldn’t continue to do so. Not when pleasure and release were so tangible. Your eyes fluttered in bliss as you threw your head back, letting your lips part in satisfaction the further his cock slid into you. Feeling him inch for inch, you bit your lip in excitement and exhaled in relief.

You placed your hands on his chest and started to move your hips in circular motions, gyrating against Taeyong’s hips. You could hear him groan and feel his length twitching in your core, anticipating more.

He grabbed on your waist and followed your movements, thrusting upwards when you started to raise and lower your hips on his cock. You clenched your muscles and glided up and down his member, increasing your pace with every movement you made. Your pants, moans and groans filled the room from the first time you had led him into you.

Probably neither of you exactly knew what you were doing anymore by now. All you could do was give in to the pleasure, being led by the coiling feeling building up in your groin once again. It was fun on top, but it was exhausting as well. Usually, Taeyong would…

“Out of breath yet?” he asked as he sat up, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear before he kissed you with his mouth slightly open.

His tongue glided into your mouth for a deep kiss, but not one of the sort where it was all sloppy and wet, but one of the sort where it was all passionate and hot. Bringing your legs around his waist, you hooked your ankles and let yourself be placed onto the mattress without him pulling out.

“I can’t anymore,” you breathed, running your fingers over his chest before grabbing onto his shoulders. “Yongie, please, I—“

“I know, I know.” He kissed you once again, and it was the moment he started to thrust when you threw your head back, angling your hips against his.

“Ohh… Oh god…”

Your nails dug deeper into his skin and he lowered his head to look you in the eyes intensely, the tip of his nose slightly touching yours. Sweat was glistening on his forehead, wetting the tip of his hair.

It was over with slow and tender motions now. Taeyong reached out for the headboard and held onto it as he increased his pace. He practically slammed into you mercilessly and roughly, making you scream endlessly this time.

“Taeyong!” You clenched your eyes shut, just feeling him hitting the right spot in the right angle over and over again. “Fast... please faster!”

The bed creaked loudly under you, and you were glad that your parents weren’t home now.

“Shit,” Taeyong panted, keeping his thrusts quick and steady. “God, you feel so good…” He went faster and faster. “I love you,” he exclaimed suddenly, “I love you so fucking much.”

Just in the moment you wanted to return something, the orgasm ripped through you. You let out a high pitched scream, experiencing a climax as powerful and mind-blowing as always with Taeyong.

He felt your walls tightening around his length, your thighs tensing and closing around his waist even stronger. The orgasm shot spasms through your body, making you hold onto your boyfriend even more desperate when you lolled your head back as no more sound wanted to come out of your mouth anymore, your body arching against his.

Feeling himself getting close too, he cupped your face and kissed you passionately. You could tell from the pace of his pants that he was so close to his release as well, and it was only seconds later, after a few more thrusts, that he finally came too. His body shook as he let out a deep groan, falling on top of you with a long moan.

You both breathed heavily from exhaustion, and Taeyong pulled you into an embrace immediately after, placing your head on his chest and holding you tightly like he never wanted to let you go ever again.

“Screw math,” he then said and you could feel him smile as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Screw math,” you repeated and pulled the blanket over the both of you.

Yet, there was still something you hadn’t said back when Taeyong exclaimed it in release.

“I love you, too.” And with a smirk, you imitated, “So fucking much.”

In embarrassment, he got up and flipped you over again, wrestling with you on the bed as relieved laughter filled the room.

Forgotten was math and the upcoming exam. You probably wouldn’t have gotten anything in your head anymore anyway. And Perhaps, a little distraction to free your mind and clear your thoughts was more helpful than studying until you went crazy.

And your boyfriend was probably the best solution to every question anyways. There was no way you would fail the exam anymore.

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Main Story Chapter 2-3: 时间针脚 The Patchwork of Time Translation

“If this happens again, that'll be the last design you're ever going to be making in Warson. We are not a charity.”

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MC: … Sariel is calling for me?

Although I was confused beyond measure at why he would do that, I still complied, walking over to him.

Sariel: Rookie?

MC: Yes?

Sariel: Tell me what you think about this design.

MC: ?

Sariel had already handed me the design draft he had on hand while I was still stuck being puzzled.

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It was a yellowing sheet of paper. One look told you that it had probably seen a couple of years. There was even a splotchy light brown stain on the blank area.

I looked at the one-piece dress that had been drafted in the centre of the paper.

An intricately, yet delicately modified shoulder line, a tight waist area, and a pleated skirt made out of a thick material that fell over the knees. It was a classic design of a dress, its style reminiscent of the great Fashion Designer, Joseph Clinton's.

But I'm sure he isn't asking me to just comment on the design style of this, right?

How should I answer him?

☆Light Choice: Praise the good points

MC: I think this design to be… bold.

Sariel suddenly raises his eyes to look at me, his sharp gaze making me feel a tad nervous.

MC: This design draft feels like a vintage piece.

MC: I can see the not-yet developed version of the bias-cutting technique, which originated from the start of the last century, here.

MC: So, I’m pretty sure that this draft hails from those times of war.

MC: During those times, the fashion industry took a big hit due to the economic depression and the lack of resources.

MC: Women gave up their dresses, swapping them out for simple and practical uniforms and wide pants.

MC: But in this draft—

MC: Whether it be the special tailoring to further emphasize the curves of a woman’s body or the design of the beautiful bubble skirt, it all requires over ten meters of fabric to be created.

MC: It is a blatant revolution against the fashion trends during those times.

MC: The Designer for this piece hopes to use fashion to help liberate people from those warring times, and also to reshape people’s perception of beauty.

★Night Choice: Point out what's lacking

MC: From the draft, I can see how this is supposedly being created with the bias cut.

MC: The bias-cutting technique was only founded at the start of the last century, so I assume that this draft was created in times of war.

MC: Given that this draft was restricted by the era in which it was created, where the seaming and pleating of skirts were not yet as advanced, I'd say that this still has room for improvement.

MC: The internal structure of the chemise is overly complicated, so it's not very friendly on the wearer.

MC: However, it was able to break out of the wartime's style of “simple is best”, with practicality as its main design factor.

MC: It liberated women from overly baggy clothing and uniforms, reshaping people's perception of what makes things beautiful.

MC: This design spirit is something that should be applauded.

I quietly waited for Sariel to respond after I'd said my piece.

Sariel: That will do. Put it down.

MC: Right…

Sariel: This design draft that you're seeing right now...

Sariel: Is a work of Joseph Clinton's, from the time before he released the "Amber" Collection.

MC: !

So it really is Clinton's work!

That caused a stir in the meeting room as all designers present moved closer upfront to take a look at the design draft.

Designer A: No wonder it looked so familiar… This is definitely the same as his style of elegance and grace.

Designer B: The "Amber" Collection?  Isn't that Clinton's most highly-awarded masterpiece?

Designer C: Not only is it a masterpiece, it even made a new fashion trend take the world in stride! It still has a strong influence even now.

Sariel: He made this draft in an era that was all for simplicity, pissing his boss off so badly that he flung the bottle. It was a fine wine.

Sariel: Decallan 1928.

Sariel: Clinton kept it for a very long time, yet he never managed to taste it.

Sariel glanced at the faint brown stain on the draft, his eyes slightly glazing over. The slight mirth that tinged his voice was reminiscent of how one would describe the embarrassing moments of a friend of theirs.

But Clinton has already long since passed on, and none of these things was ever mentioned in his autobiography… So, why does Sariel know all of this?

Sariel pauses for a while before picking the drafted design sketch back up again.

Sariel: He was fired. This untimely design of his nearly ended his career right there and then.

Sariel: But, he managed to establish his own Fashion Studio in the end, funded and backed by a wealthy businessman.

Sariel: The "Amber" Collection was created using this draft as a baseline.

He pulled out another design draft from the folder. It was also a little yellowed, but still, a precious draft that had withstood the trials of time all the same.

Sariel: And in 1947, Joseph Clinton came out with the "Amber" Collection.

Sariel: It doesn’t matter whether it is a strapless arc that hugs one’s shoulders, or a long bud-skirted dress made with densely woven cotton.

Sariel: They all helped challenge and revolt against the society that was suffering from post-war depression and the trying times.

Sariel: The reason why his fashion designs awe people is because it represents free-spiritedness and an unyielding spirit.

Sariel: Pursuing beauty and personal exploration will always be the main factors of design.

Sariel: Unfortunately, I do not see these in any of the works that you've turned in.

Sariel: If this happens again, that'll be the last design you're ever going to be making in Warson.

Sariel: We are not a charity.

Calm, rational, highly professional, and leaving absolutely no room for debate.

Everyone present suddenly pales as the temperature seemingly drops to sub-zero degrees.

I daringly raised my head, only for my line of sight to coincidentally coincide with the look he shot over. I saw the slight amusement that had yet to falter, hidden within the depths of his eyes.

Light flickered, wavering within those pale depths. It was almost as if the translucent amber wanted to encase the small sliver of a smile, sealing it within its depths.

Does this mean that he acknowledges my prior reply?

I was stunned. I blinked in disbelief, unsure if what I saw was real. However, he'd already returned to his usual frosty countenance before I could process anything.

It looks like what happened earlier was merely just an illusion of mine...

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Painted Windows 13

Warnings: dubcon/noncon sexual acts, violence, trauma, allusions to abuse and noncon, isolation, torture, (handjob, masturbation)

This is dark!Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Bucky surprises you. Then you surprise yourself.

Note: Thanks to everyone who has hung in there. I managed to finish this chapter and figured I’d share it with you all after you waited so long. Again, I’m sorry about being all over the place. Hope you enjoy it. Thank you. Love you guys!

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You woke to a tickle along your spine. You shivered and opened your eyes. Bucky’s arm snaked around you and he drew himself against you as he had the night before. He was hard again. He let out a gasp as his erection rubbed against your ass. He wiggled just a little and groaned. You tensed and grabbed his wrist.

“Let me up,” You said quietly.

“Sugar,” He breathed and rubbed your stomach. “How did you sleep?”

“F-fine,” You pulled at him arm but he didn’t seem to notice. “Please, Bucky…”

“Stay,” He purred against your ear as he lifted his head. He kissed your cheek. “It’s okay, sugar.”

You gripped his wrist and he twisted his hand suddenly. His metal fingers grasped your hand as he pushed his arousal against your ass. He sighed at the feeling of your body and guided you onto your back. You looked over at him, your nerves jittering beneath your skin. 

He guided your hand across your stomach and to his. You touched the firm muscle and trembled. He slid your hand down and closed it around his cock. You tried to pull away but he was too strong. He began to move your hand along his length. He leaned on his other elbow as he hovered over you. 

His lips were just above yours as he whispered. “Don’t stop.”

He squeezed your hand and slowly drew his away. He caressed your hip as he rocked against you. He kissed you suddenly, hungrily, all the while your hand kept going; almost with thought. Was this the soldier? 

You turned your head and gulped. “B-Bucky?”

“Mmm,” He nuzzled your cheek.

“Is it you?” You asked as he moaned. “Not…”

He reached down and stopped your hand. “Look at me.”

You turned your head slowly to meet his gaze. His blue eyes clung to yours and the lines around them deepened.

“It’s me…” He hissed. “I am not the soldier.”

“I didn’t… I didn’t…”

He moved your hand again, this time faster.

“I am not the soldier,” He repeated as he led your strokes. “I am not…”

His hand left yours again and he grabbed your chin. He kissed you roughly and forced his tongue past your lips. He growled as he tried to devour you. He parted and rubbed his nose against yours as his finger settled over your throat.

“More,” He demanded. “More.”

You moved your hand faster and whimpered. There was that darkness in his eyes again. You closed yours and he crashed his lips down again. You just wanted it to be over.

He squeezed your throat and pulled back. He pressed his forehead to your temple and his hot breath seared your cheek. His body stiffened and began to shake as his hips spasmed. He let out a snarl as you felt the warmth explode across your thigh and down your hand. You slowed and he twitched wildly in your grasp.

His fingers loosened and you let go of him in shock. He fell onto his back with a sigh. You peeked down at his cum smeared across your palm and thigh. You were sickened as it cooled on your skin. You sat up and he caught your arm.

“I gotta… get cleaned up,” You said.

He looked you over and a smirk threatened to curve his lips. He released you and dragged his fingers over his stomach and shivered. You turned your legs over the edge of the bed and stood. You walked slowly around the bed.

“You will know the soldier when he comes.” Bucky warned.

You stumbled slightly at his tone but didn’t dare to look back. You scurried into the bathroom and closed the door. Your hand shook as you twisted the faucet and began to wash away the mess. You stared at yourself in the mirror as you wiped clean your thigh and tossed the tissue in the toilet bowl.

Your fingers returned to your thigh and crawled lower… curiously. You dipped between your legs and felt the wetness that had gathered there. That was you, not him. You winced as you tickled your clit and a thrill rolled up your back. You repeated the motion and it happened again.

You glanced at the door and listened. You heard no movement on the other side. You gripped the edge of the sink and spread your legs wider. You pushed your fingers between your folds as you explored your cunt. You swirled around the slickness around your clit and circled your fingertips. You flicked faster and faster as the sensation spread to your thighs and hips. More intense with each touch.

You held your breath as you closed your eyes. You were back on the forest floor, a heavy weight over you. Steve had you pinned as his blue eyes peered into yours. In your head, it was his hand between your legs. His heavy breaths that bounced around you. It was him. You could smell him, feel him.

Your eyes shot open as you came. You watched yourself in the mirror, appalled and shocked. You quivered and pulled your hand from between your legs. You shut the faucet off as you tried to catch your breath. That was wrong. Steve was a friend, he wasn’t that. But you had kissed him and he hadn’t resisted.

But he also hadn’t kissed you back.

You sniffed and gripped your head. The door opened and surprised you. You dropped your hands and turned to Bucky as he peeked in at you.

“Hey,” You squeaked. “I was… gonna take a shower.”

“Sure, sure,” He smiled as he made no move to enter. “It might be a good idea. We have a visitor on his way.”

Your eyes rounded and you blinked. He chuckled.

“Just Steve,” He said. “You like him, don’t you?”

“Uh, well, I guess,” You replied. 

“Good,” He said. “I just gotta go do a few things before he gets here. Okay?”

“Okay,” You breathed.

“I’ll be back soon,” He promised and backed out of the bathroom.

You stared at the door as he pulled it shut. Would Steve tell him about the forest? He said he wouldn’t but his loyalty might not be so strong to some girl he barely knew. A girl who didn’t know herself. But he was good. You knew he was. You could see it in him. He must be good because he was your only hope.

You scrubbed yourself frantically. Scratched away the filth of your guilt as the hot water scourged your skin. You didn’t know what was worse; his touch or your own. Or even your fleeting thoughts; your lurid fantasy of a man you barely knew. 

When you emerged from the steamy bathroom, Bucky was gone. You were relieved by his absence. That feeling was odd. You glanced around and walked the perimeter of the room, your towel knotted above your chest. You peered out the window and turned back to the messy bed. You tidied it and rounded to the other side.

You bent to the bottom shelf of the bookshelf and slipped out the square box. You slid the lid off carefully and pulled out a square of red paper with white stars speckled across it. You returned the box to its place and grabbed the pen from your notebook. Your nerves were wild as you placed the sheet on the night table and bent over it, your back to the door.

‘Steve. I’m afraid. Please take me away from here before he can hurt me. Dora.’ You drew a little heart and placed the pen down.

You couldn’t think of what else to say. There was too much you could say. Too much to explain on the square of paper. It would have to do until you had a chance to tell him more. If you had the chance. If he didn’t reveal your little sojourn to Bucky or you attempted, if pathetic, flight.

You folded the paper with trembling fingers. You sharpened each bend with your fingernail and turned and flipped the page until it was a springy little front. You pressed down on its reat and it did a little hope. You examined it, assured that your messy scrawl did not show, and placed it with your line of animals along the shelf.

You dressed carefully. You chose a blue dress that went to your knees, the pleated skirt cinched at your waist, and the cap sleeves puffed above your shoulders. You pulled on a pair of frilly white socks and for a moment, you felt absurd. Almost like a living doll. You neatened your hair in the mirror and tried to smile at yourself. At Dora.

You returned to the room and heated a bowl of water until it was boiling in the microwave. You still lacked a proper stove. You filled the teapot and added several bags of breakfast tea. You distracted yourself by setting the table with three cups. A little tea party.

You were dazed as you looked down at the spread. You weren’t in that room anymore, but another one. Brighter, with yellow walls and pink cushions set around a plastic table. A stuffed elephant to your left and raggedy ann to your right. The cups were empty and painted with flowers.

You snapped back as the lock on the door clicked and you looked up as Bucky entered. His dark hair was pulled back in a bun and his beard was freshly trimmed and combed. He was followed by another. You held back a smile as Steve’s golden locks peeked over the darker head.

“I made tea,” You announced proudly.

“Very good, sugar,” Bucky said as he looked around.

“Hi, Steve,” You felt your cheeks warm as he smiled at you.

“Hey, Dora,” He neared the table and touched the rim of one of the cups. “What kind of tea?”

“Green,” You answered. “I didn’t have any black left.”

“I’ve never had green tea,” He pulled out a chair and sat. Bucky continued to walk around the room. “But I’d love to try it.”

You poured a cup for him and he drew it close. He inhaled the gentle scent and watched the steam rise.

“Steve said you behaved when I was gone,” Bucky stood at the window, his hands clasped behind his back. “You understand that you have to listen to him as much as you listen to me.”

“Of course,” You filled a cup for yourself. “Do you want any tea, Bucky?”

“No,” He said as he kept staring into the yard. 

“You…” You hovered around the table as you set the pot down. “You didn’t even notice what we made.”

“Hmm?” Bucky looked over his shoulder with a slanted brow.

“I made you a wolf,” You took the grey paper from the row. 

He turned entirely and stared as you held up the animal. He squinted.

“Steve brought me some nice paper,” You explained. “So we made these.”

“Oh,” He nodded and spun back to the window.

“Oh, Steve,” You put the wolf back and took the freshly folded frog. “You forgot yours.”

You set it beside his cup as he pressed his fingertips to the warm porcelain. His brows lowered as he considered the frog but he took it nonetheless. He made it hop a few times. 

“I did forget,” He said. “Thank you.”

“I like to practice,” You sat. “If you unfold it and refold it, it’s easier to remember.”

“Oh yeah,” Steve took the frog and smiled again. He tucked it carefully in his front pocket just below his jacket. The brown leather was aged and cracked around the seams.

“Well, aren’t you staying?” You wondered as you gestured to his coat.

“It’s sunny out,” Bucky said sharply as he turned and marched across the room. “We thought it would be a good day for a walk.”

“A walk?” You blinked dumbly as you looked between them. “I don’t--”

“Steve is right. You need sunlight. It’s not fair to keep you pent up all the time. Not like this.” He sighed as he leaned on the chair. “But you have to be good, you understand?”

“Good?” You echoed. “I am… good.”

“You are, sugar,” He assured you. “But it can be overwhelming. Going out after so long.”

You nodded and thought as you leaned your chin in your hand. You glanced at Steve and he sipped from his cup. He hadn’t told Bucky what you did. He really was your friend.

“Can we have a picnic?” You asked. “I can make some sandwiches.”

Bucky took a breath and tapped his toe.

“It’s still cold out,” He warned. 

“I’ll wear a sweater.” You said. “Please. I… want to watch the birds. I want to smell the air and see the sunlight. Please, Bucky.”

“I think a picnic sounds fun,” Steve intoned. “I remember we had one back in France. Right before this big mission. We could hear artillery as we sliced the cheese…”

“Fine,” Bucky shrugged. “But you remember to listen.”

“I will,” You folded your hands together. “I promise.”

[lovemesomesurveys]

So the 90's were a crazy time for us growing up! Lets start with Music.. Were You A Fan Of? The Backstreet Boys The Spice Girls STEPS No Doubt N*Sync Oasis Weezer The Vengaboys TLC Destiny's Child Hanson FIVE Madonna B*Witched S Club 7 M2M 98 Degrees Ricky Martin Sonique Sugar Ray Billie Piper Vitamin C Play

What about 90's Movies.. Were you a Fan of...

Clueless Jurassic Park Pulp Fiction Titanic Home Alone The Lion King Pretty Woman 10 Things I Hate About You Empire Records Space Jam Dumb and Dumber Aladdin Wayne's World Ace Ventura American Pie Hocus Pocus Matilda She's All That Bring It On The Craft Cruel Intentions Never Been Kissed Jawbreaker Spice World Can'y Hardly Wait I Know What You Did Last Summer Romy and Michele's High School Reunion Drive Me Crazy

90's TOYS, Did you have or want these?

YoYo Play-Doh Super Soaker Betty Spaghetty Gameboy Colour Tamogotchi Bop It Furby Moon Shoes Hit Clips Mouse Trap Koosh Balls Sky Dancers Slammer Whammers Spice Girls Dolls Slime Etch a Sketch Easy Bake Oven Pokemon Trading Card Game Littlest Pet Shop Street Sharks Mighty Max Sylvian Families Beanie Babies Silly Putty Brain Warp Atari Jaguar Groovy Girls Nintendo 64 Magic Mitt Slinkies Polly Pocket Poo-Chi Rainbow Brite GakSplat Doodle Bear Skip It Trolls

How About 90's Fashion.. What did you think of...

Crop Tops I was just a kid in the 90s, that wasn’t my style. I also remember thinking I didn’t want to show my stomach. Studded Belts I had one in the 2000s. Scrunchies Loved ‘em. Still do. Butterfly Clips Loved those as well and still do. Chokers I don’t like things around my neck like that. Plaid, Pleated Mini Skirts Not my style, personally, but I liked some of the looks. Slip Dresses I didn’t wear stuff like that. Long, Leather Jacket Blazers Didn’t wear ‘em, but they’re cool. You look badass in a leather jacket haha. Chain Belts Not my thing. Boob Tubes Is that the same as a tube top? Not a fan. Hip Hugger Jeans Again, I didn’t wear that stuff as a kid but that was the popular style and I probably liked it when seeing celebrities wear them and whatnot. Camo Pants Nah. Mood Rings Those were cool. Scarf Tops Definitely not my style. Bandanas I didn’t wear them. Crushed Velvet Nah. Platform Sneakers I thought they were kinda cool. Spaghetti Straps Cute. Corsets Not my thing. Pedal Pushers I wore ‘em. Were you a fan of these 90's Television Shows Spongebob Square Pants Animaniacs Dexters Laboratory Hey Arnold Power Puff Girls Barbie Rocko's Modern Life Batman Ren and Stimpy Ed, Edd and Eddy Johnny Bravo Sesame Street Arthur Ducktales Doug Catdog Angry Beavers As Told By Ginger Tiny Toon Adventures Looney Tunes Aaahhh! Real Monsters Talespin Daria Beavis and Butthead The Wild Thornberrys King Of The Hill Futurama Digimon Pokemon Captain Planet The Simpsons Cow and Chicken Blinky Bill Rugrats Sylvester and Tweety Sonic The Hedgehog Dragontales Clifford The Dog Random 90's things. Thoughts on... Checkered Kitchenware Nostalgic Every restaurant had that it seemed. Cartoon Character Coffee Mugs and Cookie Jars Cute, I like stuff like that. Celestial Prints around the house Nah. Lava Lamps I had one; I thought they were cool. Candle Holders I don’t really have any thoughts on that. Coca Cola Tins Or that. Blonde Wood Furniture I don’t know what that is. Tape Decks Discmans to play music It was the cool thing at the time. Oversized Headphones They hurt my ears. Cd's (Singles) I loved CDs back in the day. Pastel coloured plates Cute. A fancy dish for the butter Nice. A Miracle Mop Elizabeth Taylors 'White Diamonds' in your mothers room I don’t think she wore that. Picture frames that were also photo albums Cool. a fancy decorative plate that sat in the kitchen and no one was to use it We didn’t have one. topiaries It’s pretty cool what you can make out of shrubs and trees. a basket for the mail Useful? crazy patterned bed sheets Fun. an ab isolater your parents kept in a spare room or the shed Didn’t have one. McDonalds collector cups and disney figurines Loved those. We still have a lot of ours. slime time on nickelodeon I always wanted to get slimed as a kid. MTV actually had music The good ol’ days. I loved watching TRL.

video hits on television Good times. bath oil beads Didn’t use ‘em. overalls and doc martens I liked overalls. super mario Loved Super Mario. Still do. bubble beeper I didn’t have one. nokia brick mobile phones Didn’t have one either. Man, we’ve come a long way with cellphones. pogos bangles I liked those. mary kate and ashley olsen I was a huge fan, I watched all their stuff and had all their movies on VHS. glow worms hair crimper machine It was cool at the time. I styled my hair for picture day in elementary school one year. hair straighteners Liked those as well. clarissa explains it all I liked it. barbie happy meal toys Those were fun to get. I was obsessed with Barbies. gel and glitter pens Loved those. animal shaped erasers Those and scented ones were fun to have. echo microphones puppy surprise (the dog toys that had puppies in its belly) I had one, such a freaky thing. Goosebumps novels I was obsessed with Goosebumps. My Little Pony Wasn’t into that. 

Baby Born Dolls I don’t think I had one. Barbie Dolls ObSESSED. I had to have everything and would play for hours and hours everyday. Crayola Mini Stampers Cool. Snake on mobile Nokias I think I might have played before. Carebears Cute, I liked Carebears. Still do. I find myself relating to Grumpy Bear nowadays, ha.

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Good Morning Mrs. Z! 🙂 First, I adore you're writing and thank you. Can you write Smut Fic prompt -A. Vanilla - #2. Dry humping/clothed sex w/Smut Dialogue prompt #79. "Look at you grinding against everything, you're really desperate for it. Aren't you?" + Paul Sevier. 💎

(1.3k, dry humping/pillow humping, d/s undertones, crying during sex, mutual masturbation, voyeurism) 

You’re surprised to see Paul’s car in the driveway, when you come home from running errands. He works long and odd hours, but usually they dip way into the evening, usually he doesn’t pull up until well after midnight. He’s on a new assignment that’s been more stable than the one with the kid, one which you still don’t really understand. But that’s okay, that’s not what mattered.

What matters is that he’s home early, and you’re home, and you smile as you unlock the front door, because maybe you’ll get to actually have dinner together for once.

You drop the groceries on the counter, careful to put the freezer stuff in right away, before climbing up the stairs of your small yet cozy home.

“Hey honey, I’m home – oh!” You open the bedroom door to see your husband, shirtless and red faced, on top of the covers, moaning and grunting on his stomach as his legs hug your pillow.

He’s still wearing his trousers and socks, his glasses askew on his nose as his hips come to a standstill, eyes snapping open. He looks like he’s been caught red-handed, and that’s because he has. He licks his lips and wills his hips not to move one single centimeter as you step out of your shoes, drop your purse to the floor and slowly begin undoing your clothes.

“H-hh, b-baby.” Paul’s breathless, and it’s endearing almost, the way his chest is huge and splotchy with lust.

“What did I tell you about waiting for me?” You smile sweetly, shaking your head playfully as you let your top flutter to the floor.

Paul tracks the movement with his eyes, literally drools a little while you step out of your bottoms.

“I’m sorry – ” He starts, and as much as you love when he gets himself worked up into a shameful string of apologies, that’s not what you want. You’re not going to punish him, not that way anyway.

“No no, it’s okay.” You assure him gently, walking to the edge of the bed, sitting down on it and toying with the elastic hem of his socks, “Don’t let me stop you.”

“Uhngh, baby please, I-I-” Paul reaches for you but you only tsk your tongue against your teeth.

“No, I want to watch.” You say, unclasping your bra and stretching entirely for his benefit as you lay down on the bed next to him, your body laid out all for him. “You’re so handsome honey, you’re so flushed. Is this all for me? You thinkin’ of me?”

Your hands roam over your body, and you have to bite back a laugh at how his hips already begin to move again, little circles, little thrusts at first.

“Mhm, yeah, yes.” Paul nods, eyes trained on you.

Part of you wants to take his little glasses off, but you like how they’re getting foggy, steamy. He’s got one of his huge fucking hands pushing the pillow, your pillow, up against his crotch but the other one keeps balling into a fist. He’s moaning and whining for you as he begins to speed up, those powerful thighs clenching around the pillow as he drags his cock over it.

He shakes the bed with how badly he wants it, that friction. How badly he wants you. He puffs out pants and moans through those red swollen lips of his, bites at them some more. Tears start to slip down his cheeks as he gasps and chases his own orgasm.

You’re wet just watching him, pussy fluttering, wishing it were you that he was fucking instead of the pillow, but there’s a sick pleasure in the way he’s shaking with need. You wonder how long he was at this before you came home, as you let one of your hands travel down down down your body to disappear under your panties.

“Fuck – ” Paul cries, a little hiccupped sob when he hears how wet your cunt is as you slide your fingers slowly through your folds.

“Look at you grinding against everything, you're really desperate for it. Aren't you?” You ask, voice low and sultry, a little moan at the end of your question as you circle your clit lazily.

“(Y/N)!” Paul is going to break soon, if you don’t give him this.

He’s handsome when he breaks, you think.

“Aren’t you, honey?” You encourage, your tits bouncing slightly from the way he moves the whole bed frame with the force of his hips against that fucking pillow.

“Yes!” Paul’s voice is muffled against the mattress where he’s soaked a drool spot into it, staring at your body next to him, so close and yet so fucking far, “Yesyesyes, yes, please can I touch you?”

“No, and you don’t get to touch yourself either.” Your back arches a little as your legs spread wider, your breath starting to come in faster, more shallow pants, “You’re going to come in your pants just like this, just the way you started.”

You each look at each other, and there’s nothing but sweet adoration in his eyes as he nods, eyelashes clinging with tears as he hiccups into the mattress, as he fucks the pillow, humps it hard and fast. He’s ruining the nice pleats in those trousers, pleats you ironed for him, and the come-stain will be a bitch to get out, but it’s worth it, so worth it for how he’s shaking, trembling, shuddering around his pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful.” He moans, almost can’t stand to look at you, at your body. He almost can’t, but he’s glued to that hand in your underwear, and it drives him crazy.

“Thank you darling.” You smile, adoring of him in your own right. “I love you so much.”

“C-can I kiss you? Please, please let me kiss you, I – I won’t even use tongue I promise just one kiss.” He begs, and who are you to deny him, he deserves the whole world, your Paul.

“You can use tongue honey, but don’t you dare stop.” You grin, shuffling a little closer to him on the bed so that he can reach.

He kisses you hungrily, desperately. You’re on your back and he’s on his stomach, but your faces fit together perfectly, the way your hearts do, your souls do. He cries tears of pleasure and relief into your mouth, wets your cheeks with it, and you love him so much you’re tempted to jerk him off and make him shout.

“I’m gonna – fuck I’m – ” He mumbles against your lips, and you nod, breathe into his mouth.

“Come for me honey, come and then you get to touch.” You tell him, fingering yourself faster faster faster now, wanting to catch up, wanting to come with him. He always eats you out whenever you come, cleans you up with his tongue. You want that, you want him, in so many ways.

“Fuck!” His hips grind against the pillow some more, before he comes to a stop and his whole body convulses, even as he goes boneless and comes in his trousers, he still shakes. You’re not far behind, gasping and sighing around your fingers, the both of you cursing in tandem.

It’s not for a long while, until he shakes some hair out of his face and settles himself on his side, opening his arms for you to snuggle into, with a shy little, “Hi.”

“Hi Paul.” You beam up at him, plucking those glasses off his face, setting them nicely on the bedside table and cuddling yourself against him.

“”M’home early.” He whispers, his hands smoothing all over your skin, all over your body, getting their fill of you.

“I missed you.” You let him kiss all over your face, the softest little smooches that have your heart doing flips.

“I missed you too.” He replies.

And then the both of you break into a fit of giggles, laughter at the euphoria of being together, of orgasm, of of of. You missed him, and you loved him, and you both laugh against each others lips, knowing at least one thing was certain with his uncertain schedule – it was definitely his turn to change the sheets.

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Pocket Mask for Basic Sewers

Hey I haven’t been around on Tumblr for a while. Life is crazy and shit.

Anyway, here’s what I’ve been working on all weekend. I wanted to make pocket masks for everyone along the lines of this tutorial, but my sewing skills are only intermediate. So I altered it and wrote it up. This is a pocket mask instruction sheet for basic sewers. It doesn’t matter what color thread you use or if you can’t sew super straight, because this is a turn-it-inside-out design where you won’t see any of the seams anyway! Here you go. Hope you find this useful. While this will be faster if you use a sewing machine (I’m trying to turn 10-20 of these out per day) you can also quite easily substitute hand sewing.

What you will need:

Breathable 100% cotton fabric. Examples: Muslin, cotton jersey, lightweight linen. An old bedsheet, pillowcase or T-shirt will work fine as long as the fabric is loosely woven, breathable, and smooth enough to hold against your face for extended periods of time. It should be 100% cotton so that it can be washed at high temperatures after every use and still hold up. See this link for more info: https://smartairfilters.com/en/blog/best-materials-make-diy-face-mask-virus/

Elastic: ½ inch elastic, Dritz brand. Can be substituted with flat ribbon ties if necessary.

Filter fabric. This can range from very good filtration (surgical melt-blown non-woven fabric) to good (vacuum cleaner bag filter) to mediocre (craft felt) to desperate but probably better than nothing (paper towels, toilet paper).

Nose wire (optional). Garden wire or aluminum craft wire suggested, must be bendable and non-tarnish/waterproof.

Sewing materials: ruler, scissor, needle, thread (any color), pins.

Suggested: a piece of cardboard, an ironing board and iron to flatten pleats and folds as you work.

Exact dimensions of all necessary material:

9”x17” breathable cotton fabric

11” of ½ inch width elastic band (substitute: two 16” flat ties)

8” of ½ inch width elastic band  (substitute: two 12” flat ties)

4” nose wire (optional). 

8”x5” filter material (thick nonwoven fabric as described above)

Instructions. See images for illustrations.

Start off with a 9x17 sheet of cotton fabric.

Fold it roughly in half but create an overlap of two inches.

Fold the top over so there is still a distance of two inches maintained.

Fold the bottom two inches up on top and pin it in place. This will create a kind of flap pocket which we will use to a) turn it inside out when we’re done b) place and hold in the filter material.

You can get rid of the piece of cardboard now. Move the upper fabric edge until it is one-third of the way to the top edge, while the fabric edge underneath is about half the way down.

Flip the fabric over, making sure to keep the top folded edge on top. This will become the front of the mask once you are done sewing and turn it inside out. Now you need to create the pleats. It might be helpful to mark off every .75 inches to get started on the pleats, but this is optional. You can probably just do the four front pleats by feel.

Reach your fingers inside the fabric tube and pleat the front of the fabric tube. Create about four pleat folds. The pleats should point upwards, because when you turn this inside out again at the final step, they need to face downwards. As you create the pleats, work the bottom of the fabric upwards while keeping the top the same.

There should be at least 1.5 inches of unpleated fabric at the top. Once it looks right, pin the pleats in place. If you’re having trouble creating the pleats without wrinkling the fabric in the back of the fabric tube, try putting a piece of cardboard back between the two layers while you create the pleats.

You can now take out the horizontal pins that are holding the overlapping flap in place, because the vertical pins are holding the folds steady now.

Then sew the sides closed. Sew it close to the edge and make sure to leave at least 1.5 inches on the top and bottom, because that is where you will put the elastic. This seam doesn’t have to be perfect because it’s not the main seam anyway, it’s just to keep the pleats in place while we work on the rest of the mask. Take out the vertical pins after you’re done sewing.

Now take the top ½ inch of the mask and fold it backwards. This is not a pleat, this is just to create a small padded pocket for you to place the optional nose wire. Pin the fold in place if you need to, although if you’re using a sewing machine you might not need to even pin it as you sew it.

Sew the pocket in place along its bottom edge but DO NOT SEW ALL THE WAY ACROSS. Only sew the central 5 inches and leave a couple inches on either side. That way you can guide the wire in. Don’t worry about the thread, it will not be visible once we turn this inside out.

Flip back to the front. Now we are ready to place the elastic. The top elastic is 11 inches and the bottom is 8. This is a comfortable size for most adults and older children. This design can be altered to make earloop masks as well, but those will require a different and lighter kind of elastic. If you don’t have elastic, substitute two 16” flat ribbon ties for the top corners and two 12” ribbon ties for the bottom corners.

Guide the elastic bands inside using the flap opening in the back and line them on the left corners. Make sure that the 11 inch is on top and the 8 inch is on bottom. Line them up by feel and try not to get them twisted. If you do find out they’re twisted after sewing them in place, the mask will still work but you will be very annoyed.

We are going to place the elastic INSIDE the pocket. That way when we turn the whole thing inside out it will also go inside out and the right way around.

When the elastic is lined up, pin the elastic into place on the top left and bottom left corner.

You can’t see the elastic but it’s there, tucked between the two layers and lined up with the outside edge.

Now that the elastic is safely pinned in place, sew the main left seam. This should be generous, about an inch from the edge, and a very solid seam. Go back and forth on the corners to make sure the elastic is securely sewed in.

Now you need to pin the RIGHT edges of the elastic into the right corners of the mask and sew them in with a solid seam. This is kind of tricky because you need to make sure the elastic band is flat and not twisted. Also, because the lower band is shorter than the mask itself, it will cause the lower part of the mask to bunch up a little bit.

Now sew the right seam.

You’re basically done! All you need to do now is remove the pins, reach inside the back opening and turn the mask completely inside out. No visible seams!

Insert the filter into the mask using the back pocket. For the filter we are using an 8x5 inch piece of felt. The idea of this mask is that while the pocket itself won’t stop many particles, the filter will. After every use, the filter should be discarded and the mask should be sanitized (suggestion: throw it in a mesh bag and put it through the washer, then hang dry it).

Optional: guide a four inch wire into the nose wire pocket at the top of the mask. This green wire is actually “rose wire” for tying back roses and other shrubs. This will ensure a good fit at the top of the mask.

Put on the mask and shape the optional nose wire to the shape of your nose.

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Opt for pasture-raised, European cattle if opting for bovine as well as check that there is no antibiotics or hormonal agents utilized - along with no GMO feeds. Enhances Joint and also Bone Health and wellness-- Collagen replenishes, brings back and also enhances joints and also bones. Supplementing the diet regimen with collagen has actually been shown to raise bone toughness, promote healthy bone turnover as well as decrease the effect of ageing on our skeleton. Purchase AOD- pharmalabglobal.com provide the body with a source of collagen that is incredibly bioavailable, so they can start to work their magic as soon as they're ingested. If diet regimen alone isn't mosting likely to make the cut when it comes to wrecking your collagen consumption after that the issue is intensified when you think about the reality that our all-natural collagen production slows down as we age.

The diffusion pressures set up would certainly suffice to hold the folded structure with each other. You will certainly likewise discover that this specific version has 2 various other particles locked right into it. These are the two particles whose response this enzyme catalyses. The colour coding in the model aids you to track your means around the framework - going through the spectrum from dark blue to wind up at red. It is feasible to have some a lot more challenging folding to make sure that next-door chains are in fact heading parallel. We are getting well past the needs of UK A degree chemistry currently.

NT-proBNP is released into the blood circulation in equivalent total up to the active hormonal agent but is substantially a lot more secure and for this reason forms a good pen of BNP result. N-terminal professional B-type natriuretic peptide (NT-proBNP) is an inactive peptide released together with the active peptide hormone BNP when the walls of the heart are extended or there is pressure overload on the heart e.g. by fluid overload. BNP then acts upon the kidneys creating liquid as well as sodium loss in the urine as well as mild vasodilation so launching the pressure. Proteins are 3-D macromolecules made from at the very least one polypeptide chain.

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Usually it takes 7 working days for the blood test results to find back from the health center, depending on the exact examinations asked for. Some specialist test results might take much longer, if samples have to be sent to a referral research laboratory. If you are registered to use the on-line services of your neighborhood method, you may be able to access your outcomes online. Fasting for 8 to 10 hours before blood testing is typically required. There are 4 phases of healthy protein folding, main, second, tertiary and also quarternary. People getting the treatment required less insulin, recommending they can still make some of their own.

The initial NMR experiments acquired will certainly investigate the state of the healthy protein and also it's viability for further study at the picked NMR protein focus, acquiring 1D 1H and/or 2D 15N HSQC spectra. When a peptide contains an internal proline, strong ion series due to internal bosom are observed, prolonging from the proline in the direction of the C terminus. Pieces will just be discovered if they lug a minimum of one charge. If this fee is kept on the N incurable fragment, the ion is classed as either a, b or c. If the cost is retained on the C incurable, the ion type is eitherx, y or z. The Hypo Program is the world's first and only organized education and learning program.

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C-peptide may be gauged when there is unexpected or reoccuring hypoglycaemia. Signs consist of sweating, palpitations, cravings, complication, visual troubles as well as seizures, although these signs and symptoms also can occur with various other problems. The C-peptide test might be used in these scenarios to aid figure out the resource of excess insulin, i.e. whether it is being produced in your body or coming from excessive injection of insulin.

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Hannah has a level in Human Biology and years' experience working in research laboratories around London. Utilizing this experience, Hannah enjoys transforming complex scientific research into fascinating, interesting and also very easy to digest items to read. In her extra time, Hannah runs, methods yoga exercise as well as likes cooking plant based foods. But with centrally manage Purchase Sarm Online, Research Product Provider Uk Sarm - provensarms comes the concern that they might after that be small adequate to get in the bloodstream, as well as the long term results of this are yet unidentified. Every from time to time, a new skin treatment active ingredient goes along and also guarantees to be the following large thing consequently back the clock as well as making our skin soft, flexible, moisturized, plump as well as youthful. Others assure to fill in great lines as well as wrinkles, whilst others assert they can lighten areas of coloring or aid to minimise the scarring brought on by acne. For grownups, 5 ml of blood taken into a slim gold or rust leading tube.

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Peptides, being “smaller proteins,” when applied, cause changes in cell behavior, stimulate follicle growth, and promote natural hair production and improvement of hair color.

AminoA items are all-natural bio-stimulants gotten via chemical hydrolysis. The production method guarantees that the end product is of the highest requirements and also top quality. Chemical bodies that have an "amino" group as well as an "acid" team. As they have an alkaline team and also an acid group, they can behave as an acid or an antacid, relying on the pH of the service in which they are contained. Our unflavored Multi Collagen is the excellent addition for soups and full-flavored dishes. You can visualize, then, a polypeptide molecule as a chain made from flat rectangular plates signed up with by the Ca atoms.

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In a beta-pleated sheet, the chains are folded to ensure that they exist alongside each various other. The next layout reveals what is referred to as an "anti-parallel" sheet. All that indicates is that next-door chains are heading in contrary instructions. Offered the method this specific folding happens, that would certainly appear to be unpreventable. Hannah de Gruchy is a freelancer writer that specialises in health as well as health. She has a keen interest in the biology of skin as well as enjoys utilizing her words to assist divide the genuine science of skin care from the pseudoscience of some skincare brands.

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Sourced from Bovine-- We source our collagen solely from Europea cattle which are pasture-raised and also ended up, their diet plan is 100% GMO totally free as well as they are likewise free from prescription antibiotics and also hormones as well. Where this is available in beneficial is when you are contrasting tablet computers or blends of collagen, if a 10g serving dimension states there is only 1000mg of collagen, then you can see that there is just 10% collagen in this tablet/sachet.

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For the blood test itself, an example of blood will certainly be extracted from your arm as well as it should not take a lot more than a minute. If you take blood sugar lowering drug you will likely be asked to quit taking these in the run up to the examination. Rather than MHC class I, MHC course II particles do not dissociate at the plasma membrane layer. The mechanisms that control MHC class II deterioration have actually not been developed yet, yet MHC course II molecules can be ubiquitinised and after that internalised in an endocytic pathway. Versus Arthritis was developed in 2018 complying with a merger of Arthritis Treatment as well as Joint Inflammation Study UK.

CP1 is an unflavoured powder that conveniently dissolves and blends into any cold or warm drink, without including any type of flavour. Each inside story of CP1 supplies you with over 90% pure healthy protein, that enhances the nutritional account of any beverage, smoothie or various other beverage. There is no secure level of medicine use.Use of any type of medicine always carries some threat-- also medicines can generate unwanted negative effects. Polar zippers in between adjoining beta sheets bring about the formation of vast and inflexible nanoribbons. The new test is currently in available in most NHS trust funds, and also is now supplied to everybody detected as Type 1 diabetes mellitus for a minimum of 3 years in Glasgow as well as Edinburgh. The Exeter team has actually established a brand-new urine examination for C-peptide, as well as revealed that an easy blood test when an individual is seen in center can likewise accurately gauge C-peptide, replacing previous approaches which were pricey as well as time-consuming. These examinations are currently offered in nearly every health center in the UK, and also cost as little as ₤ 10.

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The remaining grammage will certainly be comprised of the extra bulkers, fillers or components. This is a bit of a marketing term utilized in the collagen industry, however, it can be practical to comprehend just how much collagen is really in a serving of an item. If the collagen brand name can not give you with information of where the cattle, chicken or fish are from - go on and select a firm that can. When keeping an eye out for a collagen supplement make sure that you recognize where the animals have actually originated from, as not all collagen coincides.

Yet the performance of the therapy will certainly have to be examined in future trials with more participants as well as longer period. The main function of the test was to examine the new therapy for safety, yet researchers also observed some positive effects of peptide immunotherapy. But if the whole body immune system is deteriorated, individuals are extra at risk to infections and also cancer cells.

This clumping of hydrophobic particles is called hydrophobic interaction. An example of thioester linkage is the one in between the thiol group of CoA and also the carboxylic team of acetic acid in Acetyl CoA. Glycosidic bond undertakes degradation in a process called glycolysis. It is a hydrolytic process in which a water particle is made use of to damage the glycosidic bond and also release the carbohydrate and other deposits. Based on the stereochemistry of the anomeric carbon or its orientation precede, a glycosidic bond can either be an alpha-bond or a beta-bond. In an O-glycosidic link, the carbonyl group of carbohydrates responds with the hydroxyl team of another compound. This causes a compound in which the sugar or carb deposit is attached to the oxygen of the various other substance, thus the name O-glycosidic bond.

Tumours can commonly stay clear of being targeted by these T Cells by looking like a cell located usually in the body often referred to as "self". If a group of T Cells can be urged to identify these tumours as foreign and also not self after that they will attack the tumor and also offer a reliable treatment versus it. If the result of UCPCR runs out keeping with various other clinical finding after that we would certainly recommend duplicating the test especially if it is unexpectedly reduced. Individuals tipping out boric acid chemical from pee collection tube, in a sample taking more than 3 days to get to the research laboratory can result in synthetically low outcomes. UCPCR is mainly to be made use of in people on insulin treatment to examine endogenous insulin secretion. Stable for 3 days in Boric acid containers at ambient temperature.

Yet unless you're chowing down on these every day, possibilities are you'll have a hard time to get an optimum quantity of collagen with diet regimen alone. Taking into account this, there are some fantastic ways to enhance your collagen intake with typical diet plan by taking an ancestral strategy and also eating a real food diet plan. You can increase your collagen intake with normal food by consuming more body organ meats, making bone broth as well as making use of points like oxtail, ears and also trotters.

What should you not mix with hyaluronic acid?

Mix: Retinol and hyaluronic acid “Retinol is known to cause irritation to the skin, especially when a proper moisturizing regimen is not put in place,” warns Dr.

You will require to fast before a C-peptide blood test if the outcomes will certainly be utilized to evaluate hypoglycaemia. Additionally, a suitable blood sample taken throughout a hypoglycaemic episode might be adequate.

So scientists are working to uniquely target components of the body immune system thought to be straight responsible for the assault in Type 1 diabetic issues. There are additionally inquiries over whether collagen can make it through the digestion procedure. Collagen is discovered in as well as consequently frequently derived from animals such as cows, pigs as well as fish or various other fish and shellfish. Products consisting of collagen are not vegan and also may be unsuitable for individuals with various other nutritional requirements. HydroPeptide is the next generation of anti-ageing with innovative peptide innovations.

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Opt for pasture-raised, European livestock if going with bovine as well as inspect that there is no prescription antibiotics or hormones used - as well as no GMO feeds. Boosts Joint and Bone Health-- Collagen renews, restores as well as reinforces joints and also bones. Supplementing the diet plan with collagen has actually been revealed to increase bone stamina, advertise healthy bone turn over and lower the impact of ageing on our skeleton. Collagen Peptide supplements supply the body with a source of collagen that is extremely bioavailable, so they can start to function their magic as soon as they're ingested. If 30-day trial isn't mosting likely to pass muster when it concerns wrecking your collagen intake then the issue is aggravated when you take into consideration the fact that our natural collagen manufacturing slows down as we age.

The diffusion forces established would suffice to hold the folded up structure together. You will additionally notice that this particular model has 2 other particles locked into it. These are both molecules whose reaction this enzyme catalyses. The colour coding in the version assists you to track your way around the framework - experiencing the spectrum from dark blue to wind up at red. It is possible to have some far more challenging folding to ensure that next-door chains are actually heading parallel. We are healing beyond the needs of UK A level chemistry currently.

NT-proBNP is launched right into the circulation in equal total up to the active hormonal agent however is substantially a lot more stable as well as hence develops a great marker of BNP output. N-terminal professional B-type natriuretic peptide (NT-proBNP) is an inactive peptide launched in addition to the active peptide hormonal agent BNP when the walls of the heart are extended or there is stress overload on the heart e.g. by fluid overload. BNP then acts on the kidneys causing liquid and sodium loss in the pee and light vasodilation so releasing the stress. Healthy proteins are 3-D macromolecules made of at the very least one polypeptide chain.

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CELLULAR INJURY

Amyloidosis

Abnormal aggregation of proteins (or their fragments) into β-pleated linear sheets  → insoluble fibrils  → cellular damage and apoptosis. 

Amyloid deposits visualized by Congo red stain (red/orange on nonpolarized light [arrows in A ]), (apple-green birefringence on polarized light [arrows in B ]), and H&E stain (shows deposits in glomerular mesangial areas). 

Tubular basement membranes are enlarged on light microscopy.