#Crotch Depth Measurement

[anielskaaniela]

Crotch Depth Drafting: Beginner's Guide to Perfect Fit

In this post, you will learn how to take measurements and draft perfect crotch depth in pants, jumpsuits and shorts . Drafting crotch depth is a crucial step in creating well-fitting pants, jumpsuits, overalls, rompers, or shorts. Understanding and accurately measuring crotch depth ensures comfort and proper garment fit, especially around the hips and thighs. This comprehensive guide will walk…

[tojisun]

I have a feeling gaz would sometimes, whilst face fucking you, hold your nose until tears pour down your face and he lets you go, you gasping for air head dizzy and hhhhhhh

I STARTED YELLING!!! OH MY GODDD!!!! absolutely. 100%. no lies detected; as far as i'm concerned (which is very because this is so personal to me) this is canon mhmm mhmm

he lets you start, his eyes crinkled in gentle delight when you slither between his legs, nosing over his crotch. you're already so whimper-y, breaths ragged as you stare up at him, pouting. kyle huffs a fond laugh and unbuckles his jeans for you.

you take his cock out with softness, your body thrumming with impatience—reeled in only by the fact that kyle's hand on top of your head is warm. heavy.

a warning.

you swallow him as far as you can, kitten-licks along his slit and over his veins, before choking when the bulbed head of his cock hits the back of your throat. with your gag reflex activated, you move to slip him out, only, you find that you can't.

it seemed that while you were lost in your euphoria, kyle's hand had slid from the top of your head to the base of it, cupping your skull with faux gentleness. mouth full, you stare up at him, the backs of your eyes prickling and your skin racked with goose bumps.

no—

kyle grins, dimples forming in his cheeks, then he pushes you down, forcing his cock into the passage of your throat. you squeak, mind blanking at the confusing tug of both pleasure and pain—"see? my pretty, masochist baby, y'are."—before tears finally trickle from the corners of your eyes.

"shh, love. shh," kyle croons, drumming his fingers against your scalp, his chest heaving with measured breaths. "y've got to learn how to hold me there, sweetheart. s'time f'r you to be good f'me, no?"

you can't even hear him from the sound of blood rushing into your ears, blocking everything of the world that isn't the weight of kyle's cock fucking into your throat, the organ pulsing with every of your choked-up swallow.

it's—

it's so good. so dizzying.

it's grounding, somehow.

you feel your body relaxing, your heaving chest finding its own beat as your breaths begin to pass through your nostrils with ease. your eyes, cloudy with tears, clear up and it is then that you see kyle gazing at you with such a reverent look, it makes you wriggle, shy. he smiles, gentle, and it fills you up with this creeping warmth until you're sagging onto him, comfortable. relaxed.

kyle chuckles, the rumbles of his laughter muffled. he pushes your hair away from your face, murmured coos passing through the fog in your mind, and you warble a response, unable to contain yourself at the weight of kyle's softness.

you want more. you want so much more. you want to show him that you can take whatever it is he'll give you; that you're ready for everything he asks of you. you want him to use you. to manhandle you. to fuck your throat until all you are is his toy. you want—

you want the pain.

kyle's eyes glint like he's got ahold of your dirty, twisted thoughts; gentle smile twisting into something mean. he doesn't even ask anymore, but he doesn't need to, and it makes you throb with such strong need when the hold he has on the back of your head gains strength.

he tugs you back from him, his cock easing out of your throat, leaving it so empty it feels wrong. the head slips until it lays on the flat of your tongue. you lick up, trying to get a taste of his pre, to savour it, but before you could kyle is already pushing your head back down again, smothering the ample amount of air in your lungs into nothingness as he fills you up again.

you squirm, choking, the gargled sounds of your words rumble from your chest, unable to actually be sounded out with how he has you stuffed. kyle huffs, overwhelmed himself as he repeats the action, chasing his orgasm from the press of your throat, his cock hitting depths that has you wailing, your eyes tearing up—

a heavy hand falls on your face, pinching your nose. instinctively, you try breathing in, mind overwhelmed at the sudden threat, but it only makes blood rush to your head, making you heady. making you feel more cornered than you really are.

no.

you’re thrashing, nails biting at his legs as you scramble for purchase. for air. for anything to save you.

you try to slack your jaw, stretching your lips until they go taut in hopes that it’d create a sliver passage way for oxygen, but it’s futile.

nonono—

you are sure hours passed before he removes his hand from your face, trilling praises that you couldn’t even digest. not even with his thumbs swiping just underneath your eyes, a mimicry of all of the times he’s done this to calm you down and comfort you.

but now, crying as you are while your trembling body is still poised for a threat, you see the way kyle is looking at you so adoringly. his eyes are narrowed in that way that lets you know how pleased he truly is, and you understand that this wasn’t a fluke nor a one-time thing.

“breathe, little star,” he murmurs, his palm sliding from your cheek to your throat. he rubs at the stretch of your skin softly, almost humming to himself as he feels the bulge of where his cock starts and where it disappears underneath your muscle and skin.

you sniffle.

“c’mon now,” kyle tuts. “i know you want this.”

you narrow your eyes at him. he just grins, so boyish all of a sudden.

“don’t worry,” he says, his hold around your neck tightening slightly. “i’ll be gentle.”

liar.

anon im staring at you with my mouth agape bc me next !!! (also im sorry its not written well 🥺 i was horny one moment [bc of this] n then angry n betrayed the next [bc of work]. im sorry if it was reflected on the work. i hope u still like this <33 mwah mwah thank u for gibing me it!! i adored it teehee)

[doumadono]

For the grand finale of this year's Sinful Sunday, may I boldly request a leisurely session of making out with Shoto, skillfully complemented by jerking him off?? I love your sinful stories and I'm super grateful for everything you're doing on here. Please stay awesome 😎

Warnings: aged-up Shoto

SINFUL SUNDAY

Imagine a cozy evening, perhaps in Shoto's apartment or a quiet spot where the two of you can have some privacy.

Soft lighting, like dim lamps or a few candles, creates an intimate atmosphere.

Soft music plays in the background, heightening the romantic atmosphere.

Shoto, typically reserved, surprises you by taking the lead. He gently cups your face, his dual-colored eyes conveying a mix of desire and affection.

Shoto's kisses are deliberate and measured. He starts with soft, lingering pecks that gradually deepen.

Much like his quirk, Shoto's kisses embody a duality. One side of his mouth is warm, while the other is cool. As your lips meet, you can feel the contrasting sensations, making the experience uniquely sensual.

His fingers trail along your jawline, leaving a trail of warmth that contrasts with the cool touch of his quirk.

With a sultry sigh, your passionate moans intertwine with the fervent exchange of a heated kiss. Your tongue, moving with deliberate seduction, sensuously explores the contours of his mouth, releasing a symphony of pleasure-laden sounds.

Your hand glides down his chest, each kiss taking you further along the enticing journey. Eventually, you find yourself resting your palm against his crotch where a noticeable bulge begins to form.

Shoto attempts to resist your advances by attempting to push your hand away. Undeterred, you choose a more provocative route, gently sinking your teeth into his lower lip. With a sly grin, you quip, "Easy there, tiger. Just relax and let me make you feel good."

You skillfully undo his belt, effortlessly glide down the zipper, and seamlessly slip your hand into the depths of his jeans and snug boxer briefs. With confidence, you take hold of his partially aroused cock, initiating a tantalizing rhythm of sensual strokes.

Shoto's breath is caught in his throat, and a soft, restrained sound escapes his lips. His body tenses, responding to the touch as if experiencing the sensation for the very first time.

Todoroki leaks an absurd amount of precum as you stroke his now fully erect cock. The wet, provocative sounds emanating from each stroke only heightens his arousal, and he grows even harder under your touch.

You find yourself engaged in a slow and sensual make-out session with Shoto. Your tongues entwine in a very slow, seductive dance, and as the intensity builds, your hand boldly ventures southward, delicately squeezing his weighty, tensed balls.

You resume your vigorous stroking. You brush your thumb against the swollen tip of his cock, spreading his precum all over his shaft.

In the blink of an eye, Todoroki succumbs to ecstasy, his warm cum coating your palm with its enticing stickiness as he moans like a horny teenager. "Cummin'!"

As the kiss breaks, you delicately run your tongue along his lips, teasingly declaring, "Now, I hope you're eager for more, tiger."

[harmlessmessages]

WARNING: SMUT

Careless by harmlessmessages. All rights reserved by the author. 

“Careless” tells the story of two strangers who meet at an open mic in Manhattan. She’s a vibrant musician determined to perform even as her body resists her every move. He’s a mysterious young man weighed down by debilitating, chronic pain and a secret as dark as the mask that hides his face. 

Through alternating perspectives, their chance encounter evolves into a night of raw connection and unguarded intimacy. As their stories intertwine, their personal struggles and unexpected likeness surface, revealing the solace and heartbreak of finding hope and relief in one another, even if for one night.

Each scene is paired with a song, making “Careless” an immersive experience where music mirrors the characters’ journeys and the poignancy of their bond.

Song: Pink Matter, Frank Ocean

19/41

She traced the curve of his neck with her tongue, dropping his hand and moving to his thigh, gripping him with a firm but measured touch. She moved slowly, as if still worried she might hurt him. 

His mouth found hers again, his tongue pressing deeper, matching the rhythm of her ragged, uneven breaths. He inhaled her— her scent, her heat, her need. He would never forget how she smelled.

She wore a skirt. Thoughtful, he mused with a grin, a soft chuckle rumbling against her lips. She smiled back into his kiss, and he seized the moment, his hands sliding up her legs.

Her body shivered at his touch, muscles tightening and softening under his fingers as he kneaded her skin, exploring her inch by inch. His hands worked their way higher, sweeping the tender, sensitive inside of her thighs. She tensed, anticipation flooding the air between them.

He moved quickly, leaning over her, pressing her back into the staircase. His hand slipped beneath her skirt, the fabric giving way as he ventured further. Past the edge of her tights, past the waistband, until his palm cupped her completely, warm and ready.

His middle finger parted her gently, sliding through her folds until it met the slick, undeniable evidence of her desire. Her breath faltered, and she exhaled a low murmur against his ear.

“Oh, you like that?” he whispered, his voice heavy and hushed.

She didn’t speak— she couldn’t between her fervid breaths. She only nodded, frantic and desperate, as if words would ruin the moment.

He kissed her again, just as fiercely as she clung to him. His finger eased inside her, smooth and wanton, drawing a soft, shuddering cry from her lips that sent heat coursing through his veins.

He withdrew slowly, the slick sound breaking the stillness around them. Before she could speak, he entered her again with more force, finding a steady, deliberate rhythm that mirrored her quickening gasps. Her hips rose to meet him, their movements syncing as her body quaked under every thrust of his finger.

Her hands abandoned his thigh, leaping upward until they found his crotch. She pressed against him, hard, and he groaned, the ache blooming through him, sharp, delicious. He flinched, the pain only spurring him on as he worked her harder, deeper, his palm grinding against her swollen, dripping clit.

She moaned, her voice breaking with every wave of rapture, and he echoed her, his whimpers singing with hers in a heady, primal chorus of pain and pleasure.

20/41

She wanted him. All of him. Right here on this stoop, she didn’t care.

His fingers moved inside her with faithful, slow, then fast, boundless motions that left her gasping. She felt him hardening under her firm hold, his arousal pressing insistently through his pants as he worked her closer to the edge. She hadn’t expected this— how skilled he was, how effortlessly he found her depths, his finger curling upward to brush against her sensitive ridges that made her body shake and shake.

Every movement drew her higher, her pleasure coiling tighter with each plunge of his finger deep inside her. He was perfect, unrelenting. And she was rising, her climax building with an unbearable sweetness that made her clutch at him desperately.

She bit into his neck, her lips pressing to his skin as her broken breaths spilled into his ear. She was so close, so maddeningly close—

And then, a blinding light snapped on above them.

They froze, his finger still buried inside her, her body quivering on the cusp of release. Their wide eyes met, and for a moment, neither of them moved, suspended in shared shock.

Then, she broke— her lips twitching into a grin as laughter bubbled in her throat. She bit her lip, trying to contain it, but it was no use. She quickly stood, pulling his hand from her wet warmth and lacing her fingers with his.

“Come on!” she giggled, her voice breathless with adrenaline.

She yanked him forward, her laughter spilling out as they ran down the street together, their breaths mingling in the cold night air. Behind them, the creak of a door opening and closing faded into the distance.

[duchessofdesire]

Daddy's Duchess Intro

Daddy is his name. He exists as no one else to me. No one exists to me but him. Duchess is my name. I exist as no one else, period. I exist for him.

I am trained to be kneeled at his bedside, hands rested, palms up by 5am on my gold framed pastel floor poof. Hands rest on my stocking lined thighs. Dressed in one of my finest silk pastel purple dresses. A dress is prepared for me for everyday of the year. All purple, all cut the same. My 38 D breast bulging out of the low-cut, square-frame neckline and the A-line corset caged skirting stops just above my thick, voluptuous thighs. Make up is always barely noticeable except for blush and lots of gold highlight for my face & glitter for my cleavage. I have 3, 24K gold chokers that say "Daddy's Duchess" in different fonts. Each with a diamond in the apostrophe.

How I am greeted by Daddy depends on how well I've pleased him the night before. I live to please Daddy. I take it especially personal when I have not done my best.

"Daddy, the sun rises and sets on you, greetings my King" I say to him. Ready for him to use me in what ever way he desires. His eyelids slowly rise and he graces me with a dazzling but subtle smile. "& you rise and set for me, greetings my Duchess".

He moves with a quiet, powerful grace, the rich depth of his espresso skin glowing under the dim light. Every contour of his muscular physique speaks of strength—broad shoulders, a chest that gently rises and falls with each breath, and arms that suggest both power and tenderness in equal measure. The light catches the slight sheen of his skin as it stretches over well-defined muscles, a reflection of countless hours spent honing himself. His dark, deep-set eyes hold a certain mystery, pulling me in with a gaze that feels both knowing and captivating. The warmth of his presence is magnetic, making it impossible to look away, as if he carries the promise of something both intoxicating and infinite.

He rises, reaches for the crown that matches the choker I've chosen off of the nightstand. He places the crown atop of my shoulder length black locs and adorns my forehead with a kiss.

He lifts up my 5'2, plump frame with ease and I wrap my short thick legs around his frame. He swirls me around, laying me on back, looking as if he could devour me in just one bite. I almost catch a glimpse of the ravenous beast I know resides within him, in a glint of his eyes. He kneels down & rips the crotch of my panty hose with his teeth. I smile, thinking I must have made Daddy very proud last night. I feel his warm tongue slowly and roughly slide between the crevice of my pussy lips. I shutter in satisfaction as we make I contact. He presses his thumb into my thigh, "DON'T MOVE Duchess". I freeze as he salivates my clit and massages it with his tongue. "Yes, Daddy. Thank you" I whisper.

As he continues to lick and suck my pussy, I feel the urge to cum. He knows me well and stops immediately. "Not before Daddy Duchess". He stands, flips me onto my stomach and I assume the position preparing to embrace his thick, veiny dick. "Say Please!", he demands as he smacks my ass cheek with what feels like full force. "Please fuck me Daddy. Please use me!" I yell, now salivating at what I know is coming next. He slides all 9 inches of his perfect cock into my pussy. I gasp, "Thank you Daddy" I say with each stroke. "Duchess you take Daddy's dick so good. I love the way your tight pussy wraps around Daddy's dick." "Thank you my King. It's an honor to receive your dick Daddy". His strokes become faster and harder. My knees are buckling and I can feel his veins pulsating within my walls.

"It's time for your protein" He pants as he grabs me by my locs and guides my open mouth to level his dick. I take in all his warm juices. making sure I wait for his approval to swallow. "Good girl" he says. "Now hold it".

He wraps his hand around my neck, gently lifting me back to the bed. My legs now bent, knees to my shoulders. He places his thumb on my clit and inserts two of his thick manicured fingers into my now leaking pussy. Mouth still full of his semen, threatening to trickle down my throat, I'm unable to moan. His fingers harmoniously massaging, stroking and pressing into my G Spot. "Open your mouth and allow my seed to fall onto those pretty titties." He growls as he playfully but powerfully smacks them as they are now sitting outside of my dress. I oblige. He uses his free hand to smear in his fluids, making a bigger mess. I can feel the pleasure rising. "Permission to cum for you Daddy?" I beg. Using his now messy free hand, he smacks me across my cheek and smiles. "Cum for Daddy".

[rlikerefashion-blog]

Easy Guide to Measuring & Drafting Crotch Depth for Perfect-Fitting Pants | Beginners Welcome!

[exalted-dawn-drabbles]

hi hello happy friday I think Talenna and Calder should get to fuck uwu

“What’s wrong? I thought you liked teasing.”, for the babes?

happy writing mwah mwah

LOLOLOLOL they did not fuck but they can have a lil public indecency. As a treat uwu (don't worry I have a more explicit one planned for another one of your prompts bfvjdfbkhjb)

for @dadrunkwriting

Rated E: Smut, light Porn w/o Plot, Foreplay in Public, ~600 words

Tease | by Exalted_Dawn

“-And ever since, he refuses to stop teasing me about it!���

“Oh, is that so?” Talenna’s fingers skirted for the fifth time now across the inside of his thigh, dangerously close now to where his trousers sat tented and waiting. She watched with no small amount of satisfaction as Calder’s knuckles grew white from where he was gripping the handle of his mug. Perhaps if she could keep the conversation going for a few minutes more, he might even crush it in his hand. Her finger drew higher, just barely brushing against the bottom of his length. She turned her attention back to Sanna. “I can’t say I’m surprised. He’s a rather insatiable tease, even around me.”

She leaned against him lovingly. Her hand stroked his clothed length once more. The mug creaked in Calder’s grasp.

“Honestly, Calder,” she continued, tutting as if to scold the man. Of course, the dancing look in her eyes said otherwise. “You should at least have the decency to look ashamed of yourself.”

She palmed him with a light squeeze for good measure.

Calder swallowed whatever strangled noise might have escaped his throat with a hasty sip of his drink, every part of his body tense with anticipation. With want. “Guilty as charged,” he coughed, setting down his drink almost too carefully. “Though I hardly think I’m the worst offender at this table.” This time, he didn’t even bother to hide his pointed accusation; his eyes flicking to hers and holding them. Normally, they were a warm, melted-chocolate brown, but Talenna couldn’t help but note with pleasure that they were now as dark as burnt oak.

So he was close, then. Just a little more.

“Surely, you can’t mean me, ma lath.” Her fingers slipped beneath his waistband, and the skin there burned at her fingertips. He was sweltering for her. “I only tease you when it’s well and deserved.”

She leaned in, her hand sliding down, down, down- “Or when you ask for it.”

Within a second of a syllable, Calder grabbed her wrist, and he gave it a single firm squeeze. The signal she’d been waiting for. 

‘Finally,’ she thought to herself.

She stood, withdrawing her hand from the depths of Calder’s pants as if it hadn’t been there at all. “But really, we should be going. Thank you for the drinks, Sanna. I’ll be sure to scold Calder accordingly.”

The girl hardly got to bid them goodbye before Calder was shepherding her away from the table and out of the door. At least, that way, she probably wouldn’t see the evidence of their little game standing tall in the crotch-seat of Calder’s pants.

The door shut behind them, Skyhold’s night air rushing to meet them in bitter contrast to the warmth inside, and finally Talenna let herself laugh. 

Calder’s arms wrapped around her, chest pressed to back, and his breath hot against her ear. When he spoke, his teeth grazed her skin. “I hope you know that you’ll be answering for that stunt as soon as we get back to your room, Wolf Queen.”

Oh, she was counting on it.

Instead, she simply chuckled again, her teeth flashing white in the night. “Oh? Did I do something wrong, Rogelin?” She turned in his arms, her hand brushing against his still-hard length. She stroked him once, then twice, through his pants, her eyes not leaving his once. She grinned. “I thought you liked teasing.”

[clevelandtailor]

Your Guide to Flawless Fit: Men's Pants Alterations by Cleveland Tailor

In the realm of men’s fashion, the quest for the perfect fit often leads to the tailor’s shop. For discerning gentlemen in Cleveland, Ohio, Cleveland Tailor stands as a beacon of precision and expertise in the art of men's pants alterations. Nestled in the heart of the city, this renowned establishment has earned its reputation by mastering the delicate balance between style and comfort, ensuring that every garment meets the exacting standards of its clientele.

Understanding the Craft of Alterations

At Cleveland Tailor, the journey to flawless fit begins with a deep understanding of garment construction and the nuances of individual body shapes. Every pair of pants that enters the workshop is treated as a unique canvas, ready to be sculpted to enhance both form and function. Whether it’s adjusting the waistline for a snug yet comfortable fit or tapering the legs to achieve a streamlined silhouette, the skilled artisans at Cleveland Tailor employ their expertise to transform ordinary trousers into bespoke pieces that exude elegance.

The Cleveland Tailor Difference

What sets Cleveland Tailor apart from the rest lies not only in its meticulous craftsmanship but also in its commitment to customer satisfaction. Each alteration is tailored not just to measurements, but to the lifestyle and preferences of the wearer. Whether you’re a professional navigating the boardroom or a trendsetter making a statement on the streets, Cleveland Tailor ensures that your pants not only fit impeccably but also complement your personal style effortlessly.

Services Tailored to Perfection

Cleveland Tailor offers a comprehensive range of alteration services designed to address every aspect of fit and comfort:

Waistline Adjustment: Achieve the perfect waist fit without compromising on comfort.

Hemming and Length Adjustment: Ensure the ideal length, whether you prefer a classic break or a modern cropped look.

Tapering and Slimming: Tailor the legs to enhance your physique and create a sleek profile.

Seat and Crotch Adjustments: Enhance comfort and mobility with expert adjustments in critical areas.

Each alteration is executed with precision, using advanced techniques and quality materials to uphold the integrity of the original garment while delivering a superior fit that feels as good as it looks.

The Process Unveiled

When you entrust your pants to Cleveland Tailor, you embark on a journey marked by meticulous attention to detail. The process typically begins with a personalized consultation, where your specific alteration needs and style preferences are discussed in depth. From there, skilled tailors take precise measurements and draft a plan tailored to achieve your desired fit and silhouette.

Next comes the expert alteration phase, where every stitch is placed with care and precision. Whether it’s reshaping the seat for a more flattering profile or adjusting the inseam to improve comfort, each alteration is executed with a blend of traditional craftsmanship and modern techniques. Throughout the process, Cleveland Tailor maintains open lines of communication, ensuring that your expectations are not just met, but exceeded.

Why Choose Cleveland Tailor?

Choosing Cleveland Tailor for your men’s pants alterations means choosing:

Expertise: Decades of experience in the art of tailoring and alterations.

Quality: Premium materials and craftsmanship that stand the test of time.

Personalization: Tailoring services that cater to your unique preferences and lifestyle.

Commitment: A dedication to excellence and customer satisfaction with every garment.

Conclusion

In the bustling city of Cleveland, where style meets sophistication, Cleveland Tailor stands as a pillar of excellence in men’s pants alterations. Whether you’re preparing for a special occasion, refining your professional wardrobe, or simply seeking everyday comfort in style, Cleveland Tailor ensures that your pants not only fit flawlessly but also reflect your distinct sense of fashion. Trust in Cleveland Tailor to transform your wardrobe into a collection of tailored masterpieces, where every stitch tells a story of craftsmanship and unparalleled fit.

[thedandydollmaker]

Hedera's measurements

Doll: Hedera

Height: 57cm Wig: Eyes:

Doll: Hedera

Height: 57cm Wig: Eyes:

Neck C: 8.7cm Shoulder W: 8.2cm/11cm Chest C: 22cm HPS-Chest: 5.2cm HPS-Waist: 12cm Waist C: 16.7cm Waist Back: High Hip C: 18.4cm Hip C: 22cm Hip Back: Rise: 19cm Front Rise: 9.2cm Crotch Depth: 8cm Shoulder-Wrist: 16.7cm Shoulder-Elbow: 8.7cm Biceps C: 7.2cm Elbow C: 6cm Forearm C: 6.5cm Wrist C: 5cm Hand: Inseam: 26cm Waist-Ankle: 34.5cm Waist-Knee: 20.5cm Waist-Hip: 1.7cm Waist-Seat: 7cm Thigh C: 11.4cm Knee C: 9cm Calf C: 9.5cm Ankle C: 7.4cm Foot Size: 7.2cm

Doll: Astarion

Height: cm Wig: Eyes:

Neck C: 9cm Shoulder W: 10cm Chest C: 21.5cm HPS-Chest: cm HPS-Waist: 11.8cm Waist C: 17cm Waist Back: High Hip C: 18.2cm Hip C: 22cm Hip Back: cm Rise: cm Front Rise: cm Crotch Depth: cm Shoulder-Wrist: 16.5cm Shoulder-Elbow: 9cm Biceps C: 6.5cm Elbow C: 5.5cm Forearm C: 5cm Wrist C: 4.8cm Hand: Inseam: 24cm Waist-Ankle: 31cm Waist-Knee: cm Waist-Hip: cm Waist-Seat: cm Thigh C: 11.4cm Knee C: 8.3cm Calf C: 8.6cm Ankle C: 6.4cm Foot Size: cm

[siriscrafts]

I'm done woth the first pair, I got the pant leg widened and cut out! I ripped the side seam and measured how wide a strip I need to add by lining the waistband against pants that fit. Then I removed the back pocket from the discard leg to make way for the strip, cut it out and sewed it onto the side seam.

Moving on to the other pair, I ran into a problem... it has a higher waist, so I need to either take the inseam higher or lower the waistband to make the joining seams match. I wonder if just cutting off a bit from the crotch will mess up the seat depth and leg length? But that's a problem for another day.

Next sewing project: Frankenstining two small pants into one pair that fits! I love upcycling my old clothes, and these colours are perfect for the season. The zipper is on the oppisite side on the other pair, so I'll have to figure my way around that... I'm hoping to complete these today. Remains to be seen how overly optimistic that schedule will be!

[letterstotheflre]

❛ you’re really good at that. ❜ w/ daryl 👀👀

daryl has never been much for blowjobs, or sex for that matter. something about a random girl digging her knees on the dirty floor of a hole-in-the-wall bar’s bathroom, touching him like that after exchanging barely five works made his stomach turn.

but then he met you, and saying no to you became an almost impossible task. especially when you looked up at him with those doe eyes, fingers tugging on the loops of his jeans desperately, hot breath hitting his crotch as you begged and begged him to put his cock in your awaiting mouth.

daryl brushes some strands of hair away from your face, not happy with them obscuring his vision. “yer really good at that,” he sighs.

you let go of his cock with a wet pop! and take in a much needed breath. “‘cause i like it,” you say, voice slightly hoarse from forcing him down the depths of your throat over and over again. “i love your cock, daryl. love makin’ you feel good.”

you smear kisses all over his spit-soaked length, following the paths of his veins to the head. while your tongue teasingly kitten licks the pearly drops that leak out of his slit at an overwhelming pace, your hand cradles his balls, lifting the heavy sacks as your fingers gently squeeze them.

daryl’s back arches away from the concrete cell wall. “don’t tease,” he grunts, tangling his fingers between your curls.

you giggle at how annoyed he sounds, feeling accomplished. sometimes all he needs is a little push. “watcha gonna do about it, handsome?” you ask with a smile, kissing his tip for good measure.

daryl raises an eyebrow at the challenge and adds pressure to the back of your head, head falling back in bliss when he hears you gag.

[angellayercake]

Eating with the sinners

Papa Emeritus IV x Father Jim DeFroque | NSFW/MDNI | AO3

When the teachers of the law who were Pharisees saw him eating with the sinners and tax collectors, they asked his disciples: “Why does he eat with tax collectors and sinners?” On hearing this, Jesus said to them, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.” Mark 2:16-17

'Blah blah Jim is bad' Yes I am well aware thank you and that is why he is so fun to write. Let the religious corruption kink fandom enjoy some damn good religious corruption please and thank you. If it isn't for you just keep scrolling or click the handy dandy back button. And if it is for you please enjoy :)

He groaned as he felt it dripping down his face, he was so close just needed something, a little bit more. Alone, knelt in the middle of the stadium under a beam of light desperate to find his completion. He heard him before he saw him. His measured steps echoing in the vast empty space. 

‘Seeking absolution Father?’ The Italian lilt of his deep voice never failed to send a shiver down his spine. He thought he had left him at the bar when these nice gentlemen had invited him to join their team building activity but apparently not. 

‘Seeking somethin that's for sure.’ His own voice came out breathier than he liked but given his current preoccupation it was what it was. He let out a moan as he reached down to massage his balls as he continued the steady rhythm on his cock, thumbing the head on every up stroke.

The white eye, unnerving under normal circumstances, practically shone in the darkness as he watched, he always watched, never participated. If there ever was a time Jim wished that would change it was right now. Closing his eyes he whispered a prayer. ‘Let him help me, Lord, find completion in your name. So that I may honour you with my body as I do with my soul.’ 

He was wrung out, his work never over. His days were spent ministering to the faithful, the successful, helping them to the light through their generosity with the guidance of the Lord and his word. But his nights spent reaching out to the damned, thanks to the guidance of this man. To help them he had to understand them, delve into the depths of their depravity and then bring them back to peace. The responsibility was a burden but one he bore gladly if it meant returning sinners to the fold of the Almighty.

And how could he not when he was following the example of Christ himself. When he had first met this man, the Italian with a spark in his eye, an interest in the Lord that rivalled Jim’s own and tight tight trousers, he had questioned why a man of the cloth would spend his time with such company. ‘Those who are healthy have no need for a physician, but those who are sick do. John 5:31.’ He had told him. He had simply nodded and Jim knew then that they were on the same mission.

‘Our Lord would be so proud of you, Father, bringing all those people to sin.’ His motion stuttered as he heard him speak but he must have misheard. He was so close now, almost close enough that Jim could reach out and touch him. Redoubling his efforts on his own cock he watched the material around his crotch stretch and tighten around his obvious arousal. ‘Ensuring their souls are condemned.’ 

‘To heaven?’ What else could he mean? They were men of God weren’t they? Learning the ways of the sinners so they may deliver them from evil because you can not defeat evil if you do not understand it. 

‘No Father,’ He laughs but doesn’t elaborate instead grabbing the back of his head, fingers clenching in his hair and forcing his head up at an uncomfortable angle until all he can see is eyes. He can feel the hardness now where his chin is pressed into his crotch and he can't help but whine at all the sensation as he continues pulling away frantically at his cock. The pleasure and the high all clouding his mind, the topic of their brief conversation slipping from him. 

‘You have never resisted a temptation in your life have you Father?’ He asks as he pulls back working the laces of his trousers loose to free his erection. It’s thick and red and already weeping and all Jim can think of is tasting him.

‘He will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation, he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.’ Even as distracted as he is, the scripture slides from his tongue as though he was standing in front of his congregation.

‘Corinthians 10:13? I don’t think this is quite what He meant but if you wish to endure I can help with this.’ He uses the grip on his hair to drag him closer and angle his head so he slides straight into his mouth and down his throat.

‘People like you Father, you are the problem. You preach and you take and you judge and you condemn. You think that because you can quote the bible, because you whisper your silly apologies in prayer that you are good.’ If he could concentrate on anything other than the cock in his mouth he wouldn’t like what he was hearing but he was powerless to reply while getting fucked so thoroughly and he couldn’t resist the urge to swallow around the intrusion taking him as deep as he could. 

‘Forgive me Father for I let a whore give me road head? Forgive me Father for snorting coke off of your book? Forgive me Father for letting eight strapping young men come on my face? Forgive me Father for misleading your so say faithful and using their donations to fund my excess?  He may forgive all of that I suppose, I do not know.’ He punctuated each question with a hard deep thrust that had Jim scratching at his thighs and gagging around his thick cock.

‘Will your God forgive you for letting the Antichrist fuck your face?’ If he could think he would be ashamed of how he came thrusting against his shin as he ripped his face away from him leaving him gasping for air and drooling. He falls to the floor without the firm grip keeping him upright, landing in the puddle of his own spend.

‘What about this one Father?’ He grunts as he takes himself in hand. ‘The one who does what is sinful is of the devil, because the devil has been sinning from the beginning. John 3:8.’ He grunts as he finally comes adding to the stripes painting Jim's already soiled face. He jumps as each stream lands, the words finally sinking in as he scrambles back from the man standing above him, reaching under his shirt for his crucifix but finding it missing. 

‘Looking for this Father?’ The chain is twisted around his fingers, the cross dangling in between swaying in a hypnotising rhythm and as it sways the figure of Christ twists and warps until all he can is a serpent, fangs bared and ready to lunge. 

‘What are you?’ He hisses, voice cracking in fear and from the recent misuse of his throat, hands gripping at himself to try and erase what he had just done as the man laughs at him. He pulls open the collar of his shirt and it is there in black and white, over his heart, the mark of the beast. 

‘I am the Devil, I suppose,’ his pointed teeth glint in the weak beam of light as he leans over, pinning him in place with his gaze, the horrid white eye seeming to pierce into his very soul. ‘Your sinning Father, it was so deviant, so twisted. I had to come and see for myself.’ 

‘No, NO!’ He finds the strength to get to his knees somehow and starts to pray even as he feels the the effects of the night start to take a toll on his body. He will not let the devil take him now. ‘Father in the name of Jesus Christ. I plead with you to break any chain that the devil has on me…’ A loud evil laugh cuts through his prayers and he falters, strength failing as he falls to the floor once more. 

‘And Jesus said unto him, ‘Away from me Satan! For it is written, worship the Lord your God and serve only him’ Matthew 4:10.’ But the devil before him just continued to laugh, the grating sound ringing around the space and echoing in his mind. He presses his hands over his ears to block it out as he staggers backwards and away. 

‘I have not influenced you Father, I am just here to honour one of my most loyal subjects.’ He feels those talented fingers scratch through his soiled hair working through where it has begun to matt and dry and he almost almost succumbs to the touch but no, he is stronger than this he knows and he must never bow to the devil. He pushes the hand away rising to his feet, feeling righteous energy coursing through him. He knew he was right, that he was doing the Lord's work. This was just a test of his faith, a test that he must pass. 

‘Begone, Demon!’ He spits hoping it sounds as full of conviction as he feels. But the other man just laughs once again as he leaves. He laughs and laughs and laughs as he backs away, almost disappearing into the darkness except for that god forsaken white eye. 

‘It’s a little bit late for that, don't you think Father?’ He follows with a measured swinging step so calm even as he makes an obscene gesture at his crotch. ‘Jesus said no before I had the chance to get my dick out.’ He can only shake his head in disbelief. No he would not accept what this foul creature was saying but he runs out of time, his back hitting the wall and then that thing was pressed up against him. He has to suppress a shiver at his proximity, his body not having caught up to what had been revealed this night. ‘You took me so well Jim don’t you want to do it again?’ He feels his voice as much as hears it and knows he must not fail here. This is the true temptation. 

I hope you enjoyed the food @tasty-ribz​ and thank you @ghostchems​ for your help as always 💜

‘I’ll be seeing you Jim.’ He crushes down the jolt of something he feels at the prospect. He has been tested this night and by the Grace of God he has passed. He must continue on his course and bring the light of his Lord to all sinners. Smoothing down his shirt and righting his collar he checks his watch, just enough time to get back for morning mass and to his faithful flock. ‘For the word of the cross is folly to those who are perishing, but to those of us being saved it is the power of God. Corinthians 1:18.’

[rlikerefashion-blog]

Crotch Depth Drafting: Beginner’s Guide to Perfect Fit

[livingmeatloaf]

Tumblr sweatpants review

8/10 overall rating

Price: $55

Image ID: black Tumblr sweatpants laid flat on a beige carpet.

Measurements

First things first: the measurements on the size chart are confusing and not super helpful. I got the 3XL (the largest size) to be safe and I'm very glad I did. This ended up being my size, though I usually can wear a 2XL in other brands. Here is a full breakdown of the pant measurements, so you can judge them for yourself. All are measured flat then doubled where applicable.

Waistband relaxed = 42 1/2in (108cm)

Waistband stretched = 52in (132 cm)

Hip = 53in (134.5cm)

Upper thigh (at crotch level) = 31 1/2in (80cm)

Calf (10 inches above bottom hem) = 17in (43cm)

Ankle = 14in (35.5cm)

Length along outseam = 46 1/2in (118cm)

Inseam = 31 1/1in (80cm)

Pocket depth = 11 3/4in (30cm) from waistband, roughly 3 1/4in (8cm) from bottom of the opening. Curved, so hard to measure.

The waistband has a bit of stretch thanks to the elastic in it, but not much. There is a functional drawstring to tighten. The material itself has minor stretch, maybe about as much as a cotton t-shirt. The ankle cuff seam has *zero* stretch. The legs are tapered in a fairly slim cut.

The legs ended up being too long for me, so I'll have to roll up the cuffs or recuff them entirely.

The sizing chart at the time of my ordering listed the waist measurement of the 3XL at 21 1/4 and the inseam at 30 3/4. There was no indication if that waist measurement was flat, doubled, anything.

Material, Construction, and Comfort

There are no material content, washing instructions, or manufacturer origin tags inside the pants. The site lists the material as "7.8-ounce, 50/50 cotton/poly fleece, Elastic, self-fabric waistband and self-fabric cuffs." This matches what I see without doing a burn test. The outer material has a smooth, slightly ribbed finish that does look and feel like a heavier t-shirt material. The inside is a fluffy poly fleece.

All seams are fully sealed in surge stitching, with a few trailing tails at joins. The drawstring is a woven flat cord. The elastic is 1 1/2in flat elastic, stitched down on top and bottom. The elastic and drawstring are both anchored at the center back, so the drawstring is not continuous and cannot be pulled out. Both are contained within the channel of the waistband, so no elastic pressing directly to the skin.

The tumblr logo is screenprinted on the left leg. It is warm and flexible, so I believe it will serve my sweatpantsy needs. I have not yet washed them, so I cannot say how they'll hold up over time.

As long as you get the right size, there should be plenty of ease for movement. If you want a more relaxed fit, maybe go a size up so long as the size range allows you to.

Overall, I'm pleased with these and do no regret buying them. The pockets are nice and deep, the pants are comfy, and they'll keep my legs warm. The quality and construction are pretty good; if you told me these were from a mid-tier department store like JcPenney or Kohls, or that they were from an athletics brand, I would believe you. I think this is reflected in the price. I'm not a huge fan of tapered legs and the pants only just fit comfortably where I prefer a much more relaxed fit.

I would love if Tumblr offered other styles and they should definitely talk to their manufacturer about increasing the size range into truly plus sized options, as I consider myself on the lower end of plus size and only fit their largest size.

@staff Please put the option for reviews on your shop page!

[galaxyedging]

Measurements

The second part of this prequel, Dress, to Wardrobe.

Dieter Bravo x you (female reader) Smut.🔞

"Am going to need some adjustments made to my outfit." Two weeks into the shoot, you had managed to avoid Dieter. It had been a month since that night, you hadn't spoken a word to each other and this was his opener. Well, if he wanted to act like it never happened, that was fine by you.

Your divorce was taking up most of your headspace, there was no room for Dieter. Finally, looking up from your work, you took him in. His shirt was barely buttoned, his hair perfectly tousled. Fine, maybe there was a little room for him.

Given how obnoxious he could be, he'd be good about the whole thing. He could have made things on set difficult for you, in stead he gave you space. Maybe there were some hidden depths within him. "The crotch is too tight. Which is surprising, since you are very familiar with my measurements there." Maybe you could find some hidden depths to drown him in.

"No problem. Just leave them on the table there." You smiled tightly, lowering your head back to your work.

"That's it? Come on. No comeback? No dig at me." He whined. "If I'd have know you were going to start avoiding me, I would never have fucked you."

"Ssshh!!" you hissed standing to look at the open door.

"No one's here. Besides who would care?"

"I care!"

"Is this because you're married?"

"Was married."

"You got a divorce? Congratulations."

You only blinked, mouth agape, like a stunned fish, in response.

"He was a scumbag. I don't see the big deal with what we did. He was cheating on you!"

"I know but I can't control his actions, only my own. I was still married when we...I should have waited."

"Aw, you think sex with me was worth waiting for?" He batted his eyelashes at you.

"I don't know. It didn't last that long for me to form an opinion." You sniped.

Clutching his chest he dropped back in your chair. "I'm wounded. For what I remember it was still long enough for you to get off. Besides, you were practically jerking me off in car then sucked my dick like there was no tomorrow. You were fucking good at it too. Who knew you were so dirty?"

He noticed you squirm at that.

"You like that, huh? Being called dirty? Why don't you come over here and give me some more reasons to call you dirty?"

"I haven't got time for you Dieter."

"According to you it would only take a few minutes."

A smirk spread across your lips at that.

"Come on." He patted his lap, lower lip stuck out in a pout. "Come on. We'll leave the door open. Maybe someone will see you riding my cock, so desperate for it that you don't care who sees."

He made a good point, you were only married on paper. Your marriage had ended before the party that night. Besides, how many more times were you going to have a handsome movie star throwing himself at you? And the only man to ever make you come just from penetration. God, your legs had shook all the way back to your own hotel room that night. He was famed for his ability to read people, adding those observations into his performances. He certainly knew how to read you. Your ex would never talk to you like that.

"Well, I'd say be quick but..."

"Such a fucking brat." He leaned forward in the chair, reaching around to slap your ass. You knew the gasp that left your mouth was a mistake. His brown eyes darkened as he pulled you down into his lap.

"Take out my dick. Use those talented little hands to make sure am nice and hard for you." His words, in that voice, had you clenching around nothing. A groan built in his chest as you obeyed.

"Maybe you can be a good girl. What do you think, can I fuck the brat out of you?" As the question left his mouth he pulled your underwear to the side and slide inside you. In one motion he buried himself to the hilt. In your drunken, lust fuelled haze you hadn't realised how big he was. The next day you thought the ache you felt was just from how rough he had been. You tensed a little. You ex had been big, riding him had been uncomfortable. He never took the time to work through it with you so you just avoided that position. However, your ex never got you as wet as Dieter did. Relaxing, you pulled yourself up his length, only for him to chase you with his hips, thrusting deep into you. Wrapping his arm around your waist he continued to set a slow pace, his deep and firm.

"Are you going slow to make sure you last?" You teased between gasps. A sharp slap cracked though the air, the hand that delivered it stayed on your ass, pulling you closer.

"Am going slow to make sure I fuck you thoroughly."

Without thinking you suddenly ground down on him, pushing him down into the chair before beginning to ride him. He practically growled into your neck. "Needy little brat. Dirty little whore. Am loving all these new sides of you."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

Pulling on his curls, you covered his mouth with yours. Muffled moans filled the air as you rode him faster.

"Shit. That's it. You gonna come for me? Milk my cock again?"

"Fuck. I can't. I need...more."

"More?" He smirked against your neck as he kissed down it, moving to your breasts to mouth at your nipples through your clothes. His long fingers slipped between your folds to circle your clit.

"Better?" He laughed as you moaned his name.

"You really need to learn to shut the hel...oh god!" Your whole body tensed as you came.

"Do you really want me to shut up? I thought you liked hearing me talk?" Standing up he carried your boneless form with him. Laying you back on the table he bent to pull off your underwear. "Don't you want hear about how pretty I think this pussy is?" His words fought to be heard over the blood rushing in your ears. Colours swirled behind your eyelids. It took you a minute to realise the heavy breathing wasn't just yours. Opening you eyes, you almost came again at the sight before you. Dieter had his head thrown back, his fist furiously working his throbbing length. Sweat ran down his neck over his Adam's apple as it bobbed up and down. His plush lips formed a perfect 'O' as he came. Ropes of thick come hit your pussy. Gathering enough strength you sat up as he tucked himself away in his sweat pants. Before you could say anything the rattle of a cleaning cart interrupted. The cleaner walked behind it. Music blaring from her headphones.

"You said no one was here!" You spat at him. "I lied. I knew she couldn't hear us. Plus even if she did walk in, I am a consummate professional, she would have got a good show."

"You're an asshole."

"Who you just had sex with. Which one of us is worse?" With that he turned on his heels and left, leaving you there trying to hide your current state and to work out which one of you really was worse.

[raggaraddy]

Tears

Summary: Hoseok loves to make you cry in pain, but he's about to find out that he can hurt you with pleasure too.

Trigger warning: Non-con (descriptive), smut, abuse.

A/N: Please note you should not read if you are under age or are sensitive to non-consensual themes.

Hoseok

Yandere!Hoseok Vampire!Hoseok

You're no stranger to Hoseok being inside of you. You're slowly becoming used to him being rough and demanding. He'll usually have you in any way that makes him feel good, with little thought or care to how you feel. Even enjoying the knowledge that in those moments you are either a passive fuck toy for him, or are actively hating and lamenting your existence.

But right now you're overcome with fear and distress as he pushes you flat on the bed, prying your thighs apart for his head to dive between. You jolt with his tongue running up your opening, it kneading and sucking against your clit causing a warm throbbing wave to flit throughout your core.

With everything Hoseok does to you, drinking your blood, beating you, raping you, your body is constantly taken to the limit of what it can endure. But this new torment immediately takes a toll on the last of your emotional sanity.

The pleasurable sensation as his fingers enter you also, is too much to bear and your body breaks into a sheet of goosebumps, a flood of tears accompanying a chesty partially stifled sob.

An action that offends him, snapping his attention.

"What is wrong with you?" He looks down at you disgusted. He loved to make you cry, he loved to make you scream and beg and fear him. Right now though, he was rewarding you for your good, submissive behaviour of late. And it was insulting that you weren't accepting it. He expects you to be grateful, overjoyed even, to receive such a gift.

"I'm sorry. I'm not meaning to," You can only find the strength to finish that sentence with a shake of your head. You're not aiming to get him mad, you're not trying to cry, but feeling something pleasurable with him has you sobbing without control.

A smile creeps onto his face as he begins to realize why you are upset. While he hadn't intended to make you weep, he also wasn't going to refuse an opportunity. And this was a new and interesting way to hurt you. It had never crossed his mind before that making love to you, being tender, and making you cum could be a way to make you suffer. And he was excited to see its effects.

He shuffles along you pressing your legs further apart to make space for himself. He pushes his clothed crotch into your core, enjoying watching you squirm as you feel the effect your tears have had on him. "Don't worry baby. You'll enjoy this." He winks, before forcing his tongue into your mouth making you taste your juices mixed with his spit.

Sitting back he unbuttons his pants and pulls himself out. Smirking as you bury your face into your shoulder. While his fingers massage your clit, his dick rubs and strokes through the wet of your folds, his free hand grips and digs into your side and his lips kiss and nip up your chest and neck.

There isn't a part of you that he isn't touching. Making you feel smothered. Making you ache in panic. But the more he stimulates you the more every point of contact starts to become warm and pleasant. A war of fear and pleasure fighting within you.

Slowly and gently he starts to push inside you, pumping shallow to allow you time to adjust around him.

He brings his hands up to yours, interlacing your fingers and his. With slow measured strokes, he thrusts and rocks his hips, watching you fight to suppress panted moans. His long laboured efforts building a throbbing tension inside of you.

"Oh god." You whisper as he hits a point he had been searching for. The shudder of pleasure as he rubs against your g-spot tips you into another mess of heavy tears, momentarily weakening the sensation.

But he found what he wanted, he knows the angle and the depth now and he is going to push you to climax.

Lowering his body over yours, he starts to kiss and suck at your neck and ear. His teeth dragging down your lobe delicately mixed with the pulsating inside you causes you to whimper and shake.

"Please stop, Hoseok. Please, I don't want to," you cry trying to restrain any moans.

He doesn't relent, his hips steadily rocking at the same pace, deliberately bringing you closer to an orgasm.

"You're going to cum for me, baby." He breathes heavily, "You're going to cum from my dick inside you. So that any time you feel anything even close to arousal, you'll remember me fucking you." He says inflamed by the very idea of ruining something so pure for you. Relishing how distraught you are that you can't stop what he is doing.

It doesn't take much longer. No matter how much you don't want to, no matter how much you cry, your body is being controlled by him and he is doing everything in exactly the right way.

You gasp and pant, fighting to resist until the very end, but your body collapses, spiking and falling as he forces you to orgasm. Even as you whine and clench around him he doesn't stop, extending the moment. And your shame.

He stays on top of you, thrusting to reach his own end until he cums inside you with a loud grunt and a painful grip of your skin.

Sitting back to rest, he's breathing hard with a large open smile, his forehead flushed with sweat. Staring up at him with sore red eyes, you whine lowly, aching as he pulls out of you. A new flame of sadness and self-loathing filling you up.

"Hmm, baby." He rolls his neck, revelling in the ecstasy of the moment. "You squeezed me so tight. Felt so good cumming around me." Closing his eyes for a moment he licks his lower lip like he is imagining the feeling again. "We might just have to do this again." He winks.