#Denim Fabric Market

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Global Denim Fabric Market Dynamics and Strategies for Success 2024-2034

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Key players offered in the market: Vicunha

Weiqiao Textile

Arvind

Canatiba

Santana Textiles

Isko

Black Peony

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The estimates for all segments including type and application/end-user have been provided on a regional basis for the forecast period from 2024 to 2034. We have applied a mix of bottom-up and top-down methods for market estimation, analyzing the crucial regional markets, dynamics, and trends for numerous applications. Moreover, the fastest & slowest growing market segments are pointed out in the study to give out significant insights into each core element of the market.

Denim Fabric Market Type Coverage: - Light Denim Fabric

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Denim Fabric Market Application Coverage: - Jeans

Shirt

Jacket

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[noachianchic]

Colors of Fashion.

What is color?

Yes, it's a simple question but much more difficult to describe in a few words. Color is an art and a science as well. According to science the rays of light shine on an object and after reflecting it emits some colorful rays on another side, which is an art as well. Can can be generated by mixing some colors and the VIBGYOR (Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange, Red.) is the best example of Colors of Fashion. Colors have their own tints and tones. Isaac Newton was the founder of this theory, who was a physicist and mathematician. He showed the theory of prism to generate more colors. Red, Blue and Yellow are the basic or primary colors. Adding those to each other makes a new color which is known as a secondary color. 

Why use colors?

Colors play a major role among the objects to make them beautiful. A right choice can build a product valuable and can grab more attractions towards it. For example, we made a plain white dress and on the other hand we have added some colorful prints on it, then by using the colors we can elevate the dress's elegance. As per the current trends the use of floral printed blazers are the most fashionable outfits for males. To elucidate a new example, red and black have a deadly combination, but as the new trend, Lavender color is flourishing with Black and rest color are also considered as Colors of Fashion. Color helps in grabbing the attention of the public and enhances the visualization of eyes. Some colors are used as symbols like, Red indicates danger, Green indicates nature, Blue indicates sky and water and many more. Color helps in changing the mood of a person. If you are wearing warm colors in summer, then it will create a bad illusion in other’s eyes and it will give more heat in summer, hence the illusion should be better.

Importance of colors.

Can you guys provide more information about colors and it is highly important to choose a particular color as per your preferences. A good color can change your mind. It can enhance your emotions. It helps you in changing your perception. For instance, black and navy Blue color represents your professional life and make you more sophisticated and on the other hand yellow, orange uplifts your mood. Colors of Fashion can help you in soothing  your surroundings. Some of the fashion companies are using the colors in their brand to make an intensive competition with their competitors. They are using two combination of the color. Luxurious brands majorly choose Golden and Silver colors in their logos i.e. Channel, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, etc. The color of love is Red and as per trend the red color is generally more used in the month of February. Red color attracts and Black color shows your figure is skinner.

Colors as per Choice.

So, we are well known that the colors are chosen as per mood, season, preferences and as per other several aspects. But on a daily basis we forget to choose the best color as per daily routine, as per skin tone, as per professional life, as per age factor. For example, elders should use light colors in their daily life. In Color Theory Kids look cute when they wear mixed colors and youngsters and adults should use every color but after knowing which color will enhance their beauty. Black is the most favorable color and can be considered as the king of colors. We wear garments for our own surely not to impress others, and this maturity develops as the number of ages increases.

Colors in Accessories.

We all know that we all generally use accessories along with our garments, and if you are not aware about it then please check my previous content, it is all about the accessories. It's a trend in India that the newly married couple will wear gold accessories, as that will make their love strong and that will help them to represent themselves as a new couple among people. Boys generally carry silver metal chains and girls as well. This is not a truth, it is a prediction of mine, which can be proved wrong. But the main aim of this content is to educate about the usage of the colors. Moreover, we can have a conversation about Colors of Fashion if you want to. 

Color and technology.

In the era of the technical environment, there are several applications in which you can make your outfit look better and can assume which color will express you best. Each of the software has their own Icon color which represents its uniqueness. For example, Snapchat’s icon is Yellow in color, Facebook is Blue in color, WhatsApp is Green in color. Furthermore, we have the option of changing the color of these icons with the help of some software. With the help of technology we are able to make an illustration and can design our garments with the right choice of colors. Here we can use Graphic designing to make a dummy of our garment before making it in real. Animations help in fashion and not give a final clue that what color should be opt and what we should refuse. 

Combinations :- 

So, back to the question from all of us: which color is best if we wear it in contrast? What do you suggest about the gown should be red, blue, lavender, black or any other color for a birthday party? As combinations play a crucial role in everyone’s life while dressing up. So it is highly necessary to select a better combination of color and contrast which will make you feel better in every way and it will surely help you to stand confidently in public.

So let’s connect together from all over the world and share your views and give some suggestions on Colors of Fashion which will help us to get ready with beautiful colors. Do not feel shy while choosing a color and it is your opinion while selecting a color. You may even have some changes in your wardrobe.

[laiiaaa]

Carmen definitely knows how to sew, repair, and obviously find clothes. He loves his vintage denim, he has his staple pieces, he covets his patchwork jacket, and over time he’s learned the skills to take care of those items.

Naturally, that passion extends to you. He’ll get all particular about the laundry and will do it for you, graciously and without asking—separates whites from colors, treats the different fabrics accordingly, folds and hangs and puts it all away, assuring you that it’s just something he felt like doing.

Not a big deal, baby, jus’ wanted to do it for you.

He sews back on lost buttons, gets any stain out of any fabric, knows a guy who knows a guy who tailors clothes like a pro and gets it done for you for dirt cheap. Goes to the thrift shops, consignment stores, and flea markets, and somehow finds fucking fortunes. Forages Facebook Marketplace like his life depends on it. Gets you little trinkets and a few pieces he thinks you’d like. He’s just got an eye for that type of thing, especially when it’s for you.

Saw this and it reminded me of you.

You said you’ve been wanting a jacket like this, right? and you find out he harassed the fucking seller to get it for a decent price??? Demanded pics of the topstitching too to make sure it’s legit???

If I find these in your size, do you want a pair?

Thought you might like this dress, sorry if the measurements are off :( and he’ll hand you the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen??? And you’re just like??? Where did this come from??? And how did you find it???

Was walkin’ by that jewelry shop you like…saw these earrings and thought you’d look pretty in ‘em. (He was planning on going in there all week, but you didn’t need to know that.)

And to him it’s not even about spending money or trying to make big gestures, he just does all those sweet little things as second nature, knowing it’s what his girl deserves <3

[c-e-d-dreamer]

You’re A Cowboy Like Me

A/N: Imma be real honest, I just wanted an excuse to write Cassian being hot in a cowboy hat, and I don't think anyone should fault me for that. Also, I really wanted to write a fic that uses the unofficial Cowboy Hat rules. Anywho! Enjoy! And happy Day 4 of @nessianweek :)

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It’s like driving into a Hallmark movie. Or a western. Various small shops and cafes line either side of Main Street, each with quaint looking window displays and what appear to be hand painted signs declaring their store names. The tall branches of pine trees can be seen stretching above the roofs, and mountains reaching up to the sky almost perfectly align with the road, as though you can reach the peak if you simply keep going.

“Oh, this is so cute.”

Nesta snorts softly at the comment, but when she tears her attention away from the window and toward where Gwyn sits in the driver seat, the redhead has a wide smile on her face as she leans forward over the steering wheel to peer at the town around them.

“Eyes on the road, Gwyneth.”

Gwyn shakes her head fondly, but she leans back in her seat, readjusting her hands on the wheel. They continue down the road until Gwyn’s phone directs them to turn right, taking them off Main Street and along a neighborhood road filled with row houses of pretty, painted brick. 828 is on the end, right on the corner, and Gwyn pulls the car into one of the spots right out front. They both slip out of the car, but when they knock on the front door, there’s no answer.

“She must already be at the shop,” Gwyn offers with an easy shrug of her shoulders before grabbing Nesta’s hand in hers. “Come on.”

She all but drags Nesta back toward Main Street, continuing to gush about the charm of the town. They pass chalkboard displays along the sidewalk, looping colorful letters declaring sales and specials alike. They even pass an open door and a series of small tables that Nesta fully intends to revisit at some point during this trip to find out the source of the sugary sweet and chocolate scent wafting on the breeze.

But soon they’re arriving at their intended destination: Windhaven Farmhouse Market.

A striped red awning stretches over the door, wooden flower boxes beneath the large, display windows on either side. And when they step inside the shop, rustic looking wooden shelves line almost every wall and weave through the center of the shop to create a series of aisles.

“Hey, Em!” Gwyn calls out, stepping deeper into the shop. “We’re here.”

Even as Gwyn disappears from view amongst the shelves, Nesta takes a chance to really take everything in, slowly spinning in place. There’s jars of honey and baskets of apples to her left and what appears to be gardening gloves and tools to her right. It’s certainly an odd assortment of items to be sold together, and that sentiment only seems to grow as Nesta starts to wander between the shelves, spotting hats and scarves along with a small assortment of books.

She turns around another corner, just barely stopping short before she walks straight into a man standing in the center of the aisle. She has to tilt her head up to really take him in, the man standing a whole head taller than her, but it’s not just the height he has on her. His shoulders and chest are wide, stretching the flannel fabric he’s currently wearing, and the denim of his jeans clings to the thick lines of his thighs. Even with just seeing his profile, even with the curly strands of hair that hang down to his shoulders, Nesta can see the hard cut of his jawline, the stubble along the skin there.

For a moment, her mouth goes dry watching the man reach forward for a bag of some sort of farm feed. The large span of his hands somehow make the bag look small, and with the sleeves of his flannel pushed up to his elbows, Nesta has the perfect view of the muscles in forearm flexing as he hefts the bag off the shelf and over his shoulder. She’s sure the farm feed must be heavy, but he makes it look as though it weighs nothing.

He turns at that exact moment, practically starting when he notices Nesta standing there. “Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t see you there.”

He has exactly the sort of drawling accent that Nesta would expect from a town like this, his voice warm and deep. It pours from his lips like a glass of whiskey, practically curling around her limbs. Those same lips curve up into an easy, cocksure smirk, bright hazel eyes drinking her in.

“You’re certainly not from around here, are you?”

Nesta scoffs, crossing her arms. “That’s a bit presumptuous.”

She settles him with her most unimpressed look, eyes narrowed and lips twisted into a scowl. It’s a cool and cutting look that’s certainly sent plenty of men in the bars of Adriata turning and fleeing. But not this man. His smile only seems to grow, the greens and golds of his eyes sparking like sizzling embers.

“I think I know a city girl when I see one. What are you doing here in Windhaven?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“And what about your name? Can that be my business?”

“You wish.”

The man chuckles, the sound just as low and warm as his voice, and Nesta has to press her lips together tighter against the reaction that laugh threatens to draw out of her, straightening her spine against the shiver threatening to skitter up it. She won’t allow him to disarm her so easily, refuses to be affected by his drawl and his charm and those hazel eyes. Refuses to be affected by him.

“Nesta!” Nesta turns just in time to watch Emerie bound around the corner and into the aisle, Gwyn hot on her tail. “There you are.”

“Nesta,” the man repeats, as though he’s tasting her name, testing the weight of it on his tongue.

Nesta wants to hate how good it sounds, how his lips and his drawl curl around each syllable.

“Did you need something, Cassian?” Emerie asks, raising an eyebrow as her eyes flit back and forth between the two standing in front of her.

The man–Cassian–continues to wear that wide, teasing smile as he focuses his attention on Emerie, giving the bag of farm feed on his shoulder an almost loving tap. “Just this.” He dares to glance back toward Nesta. “For now.”

Nesta rolls her eyes at the blatant flirting, the clear implication, and pointedly ignores the way Gwyn stifles a laugh behind her hand. For some reason, the reaction has Cassian looking like he’s won, like getting Nesta to roll her eyes was exactly what he intended. What he wanted. She’s not sure what to make of that.

He follows Emerie toward the shop counter, chatting easily, and when the transaction is finished, he readjusts the bag of farm feed on his shoulder. He dips his head forward in the mock salute of a hat tip, those hazel eyes never leaving Nesta’s for a moment. “Ladies. Hopefully, I’ll see you around.”

Nesta snorts softly. Only if he’s lucky.

~ * * * ~

Emerie slams the glass down against the wood, letting out a soft sigh as she pushes her hair away from her face. “What if I sold the place?”

“Would anyone buy it?” Nesta asks, swirling her own glass and the deep red liquid within.

Emerie shrugs a shoulder. “Maybe?”

“But will you regret it?” Gwyn points out, reaching forward and squeezing Emerie’s hand. “This is your father’s shop after all. And you already put so much work into it.”

“Exactly. This place was his dream. Maybe I should burn it to the ground. That will definitely have him rolling in his grave.”

Nesta grabs the wine bottle, emptying what remains into Emerie’s glass. “You know if you ever need accomplices for arson, we’re down. You can claim the insurance money.”

“And if the police question us?” Gwyn adds, her teal eyes alight with mischief as she presses a solemn hand to her chest and puts on a faux innocent voice. “We don’t know anything, officer.”

Emerie laughs, the sound bright even with the still lingering sadness tinging it, and she throws an arm around each of her friends. “I don’t know what I’d do without you bitches.”

“Probably have more wine,” Nesta answers dryly, shaking the now empty wine bottle in emphasis.

“We definitely need more wine.”

“There’s a tavern down the road!” Emerie exclaims, already stumbling up to her feet. “They’ll have wine. And shots.”

Nesta and Gwyn push to their feet as well, and all three of them go stumbling out of Windhaven Farmhouse Market and into the crisp night air. The sky above is a blanket of inky blue, and with how far the town is from the city, more stars than Nesta thinks she’s ever seen twinkle amongst it. A cool breeze seems to float down from the mountains, kissing her cheeks and tickling across her skin, and Nesta crosses her arms to help fight off the chill.

It doesn’t last long, though, Gwyn pulling one of Nesta’s arms free so she can link their elbows, doing the same to Emerie with her other arm. “Lead the way, Em.”

By the time they’re pushing through the doors of the tavern on Main Street, all three of them are breathless from laughing. They’re hit with music as soon as they step inside, some sort of country song heavy on guitar and twang and lyrics of heartbreak. Fairy lights hang in lines against the wooden slats of the ceiling, various neon beer signs covering three of the walls while a row of televisions line the fourth wall behind the bar.

It’s exactly what Nesta expects from a bar in a town like this, complete even with a large mechanical bull.

And currently atop the mechanical bull is none other than the man from the shop, Cassian.

His hair hangs in soft curls beneath his cowboy hat, the strands swaying and tickling that sharp jawline of his with his movements. He has one hand raised up by his head, but the other is curled around the leather of reins, fingers and forearms flexing almost rhythmically. His hips rock in time with the bull, thighs working and tightening beneath the fabric of his jeans to help keep his balance. And with the buttons of his flannel undone, fabric left to flutter at his sides, Nesta has the perfect view of the black lines and swirls of ink that curl across his pectorals, of the lines of his abs tensing and rolling to match the bull.

The sight is unholy.

“Nesta!”

Nesta clears her throat awkwardly, blinking rapidly and clearing her mind of the dangerous places her thoughts had begun to stray. She turns toward her friends, Gwyn’s eyebrow raised in exasperation making clear she had been saying Nesta’s name a few times. But it’s Emerie’s face twisted with that knowing smirk of hers that has Nesta rolling her eyes with a huff.

“Are we doing shots or not?”

She drags her friends toward the bartop, Emerie raising her arm in hopes of flagging down the bartender. Shouts echo up from the crowd, and Nesta turns around just in time to watch Cassian go sailing off the mechanical bull, landing against the inflatable cushions positioned in a ring around the space. He jumps back to his feet, the warm boom of his laughter reaching Nesta’s ears even over the music and distance. He flips off the operator of the mechanical bull, another dark haired man who looks more than pleased with himself based on the smirk, but that doesn’t seem to deter Cassian’s grin.

He tugs his hat from his head, dragging his fingers through his hair and pushing the curly strands off his face. The movement has his stomach stretching, drawing further emphasis to the cutting v-lines that disappear beneath the waistband of his jeans. As though he can feel Nesta’s attention on him, his gaze dances over to her, but Nesta is quick to snap her head back around, focusing on the shot glass now being placed in front of her.

She doesn’t even wait for Emerie and Gwyn, quickly knocking back the clear liquid. She’s quite confident that she’s going to need it tonight.

She keeps her focus resolutely on her friends as they claim one of the high-top tables, but she can still feel Cassian’s attention on her. It scrapes across her shoulder blades, prickling the back of her neck. It’s like a caress, warm fingertips skating up her spine. And with each passing moment, it gets harder to ignore. So when it’s time, Nesta offers to get the next round of drinks, peeling away from her friends and stepping back up to the bartop.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

Nesta takes a moment, allowing that slow, warm drawl to wash over her before she finally turns. Cassian has re-buttoned his flannel, but the sleeves are still rolled up to his elbows, his forearm resting casually against the bartop as he leans against it. As soon as Nesta’s gaze meets his, golden sparks flare through his hazel eyes, his lips twisting into a wide, cocksure grin. She refuses to acknowledge the answering flames simmering low in her gut.

“I enjoyed watching you fall on your face,” Nesta tells him cooly, making a big show of tilting her head and pursing her lips. “Wasn’t much of a show otherwise.”

Cassian laughs easily, not even being subtle about his attention dropping to her lips. “I’d be more than happy to give you a repeat show, then. Maybe a private show?”

“In your dreams, cowboy.”

“Is that a promise?”

Nesta rolls her eyes. This man is clearly too confident and cocky for his own good. Just because she can, she reaches forward, plucking the cowboy hat right off of his head and placing it on her own. Cassian’s expression slackens, and pride swells between Nesta’s ribs at drawing out such a reaction, at finally knocking him off his axis. She doesn’t bother biting back her own smirk as she turns back to the bar, gathering up the drinks there and sauntering back toward her friends, leaving him to watch her walk away.

“Where’d you get the hat?” Emerie asks when Nesta returns to their table.

“I stole it from Cassian,” Nesta explains, setting down their drinks and sliding back into her seat. When she looks back up again, Emerie’s brown eyes are wide, and Nesta blinks a few times in confusion. “What?”

“You took Cassian’s cowboy hat? To wear yourself?”

“He could do with being knocked down a peg or two, don’t you think?”

Emerie presses her lips together, clearly trying to hold back laughter, but not in the way Nesta is expecting. She’s all too familiar with the amusement dancing in her friend’s brown eyes, knows exactly what it means. And it’s never good for her. It has Nesta shifting in her seat, has her hackles raising as she settles Emerie with an unimpressed look of her own.

“What.”

“You can’t just go around taking cowboy hats off men like that,” Emerie offers with a laugh, leaning across the table and giving a pointed look. “Don’t you know what that means?”

Nesta huffs, crossing her arms. “Well, excuse me for not knowing Windhaven has some weird rule, apparently.”

“It’s not a Windhaven rule.”

“It’s a cowboy rule,” Gwyn jumps in to add, nodding solemnly around the straw of her drink. “Wearing his hat means you're his.”

“And taking it off him means you want to take some other attire off him,” Emerie adds with a shit eating smirk.

There’s no stopping Nesta’s incredulous laugh. “That is not a real thing.”

“Sure it is!” Gwyn continues. “Wrangled My Heart, that cowboy romance I was telling you about? It was a whole plot point.”

“That is not helping your case that this is an actual rule.”

“Trust me, Nesta. The ranch hands of Windhaven take the etiquette and rules of cowboy hats very seriously.”

Nesta scoffs at Emerie’s words, but the sound is half hearted at best. She dares to look around the tavern, too easy to spot Cassian where he’s leaning against the wall. His eyes are pinned fully on her, and even with the space between them, there’s no denying the heat in them. She quickly turns away again, but she can already feel heat creeping up her neck and threatening to spill across her cheeks.

No point putting it off.

Nesta quickly downs the rest of her drink, pushing out of her seat and away from the table. She strides over to Cassian, already removing his hat from her head as she gets closer.

“I didn’t know the rule,” Nesta explains, holding Cassian’s hat out to him.

Cassian looks down toward his hat, but he makes no move to take it. “It looked better on you anyway.”

“I’m sure you say that to all the girls.”

“Trust me, Nes. There’s no one as beautiful as you.”

“Don’t call me that.”

It’s clearly the wrong thing to say with the way Cassian’s grin only seems to grow. He finally takes the hat from Nesta’s hands, the tips of his fingers brushing across her skin as he does so. He steps closer to her, close enough that she can feel the heat that seems to radiate off his person, that every breath in has her chest pressing against his own. Close enough that Nesta has to tilt her chin up to hold his gaze. That she can count every green vine and golden fleck of his hazel eyes.

Her breath catches in her throat as Cassian raises his hand up above them, slow and purposeful. He settles his hat back on Nesta’s head, adjusting it until it sits how he likes.

“Much better, Nes,” Cassian tells her, tracing the backs of his fingers down her temple, her cheek, the side of her throat. “It’s important to always wear your hat straight. That’s another of the rules.”

Nesta swallows hard, trying to focus around her heart skipping in her chest. “How many rules are there?”

“More than you think.”

Cassian turns his hand, his palm pressing against her skin. The large span of it is enough to cradle her jaw and throat, and Nesta is sure that he must be able to feel the way her pulse flutters beneath his touch. His thumb drags across her bottom lip, Nesta’s lips parting with the movement. She lets her eyes fall closed, already leaning forward in anticipation, but nothing ever comes. When she snaps her eyes back open, Cassian is smirking again, and she rolls her eyes with a scowl.

“Don’t give me that look,” Cassian teases, even as he leans down enough for his nose to nearly bump against her. “You were the one who tried to give me my hat back, remember?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

Nesta buries a hand in Cassian’s hair, tugging him down and finally closing that distance between them until his mouth crashes over hers. He kisses with the same sort of slow sensuality of that drawling accent of his, lips sliding against her own. He spins them around with ease, pressing Nesta back against the tavern wall. When he steps fully into her space, their bodies flush together, there’s no stifling the way Nesta moans into his mouth. She can feel every hard line of his body slotted perfectly against her own.

He uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, curling and flicking at her own. When he finally breaks the kiss, he doesn’t go far, dragging his lips across her jaw and throat. He finds that spot just behind her ear, and Nesta is puddy in his arms. His teeth scrape against the skin there, and she tosses her head back with a whine.

“If you keep making sounds like that,” Cassian breathes against her ear. “I’m going to have to take you right here in front of everyone.”

“On the mechanical bull?”

Cassian chuckles, pulling back fully, his eyes heavy lidded and pupils blown wide. “Another time.”

He kisses her again, holding her jaw just the way he wants her. Nesta feels dazed in the best way, only half registering the way he grabs her hand, leading her out of the tavern and back into the night. His truck is exactly what Nesta expects, beat up and red beneath the lights pouring out from the tavern.

It’s a short drive to Cassian’s farm, and despite the way she squints out the passenger window, Nesta can’t make out much in the darkness beyond a fence line and a looming building that she’s quite confident is a barn. The truck pulls to a stop in front of a gorgeous ranch style house with a wrap around porch. She’s so busy gaping at the house, that she doesn’t even register the passenger door being pulled open, not until Cassian’s arms wrap around her body, tugging her out of his truck and over his shoulder.

“Cassian!” Nesta exclaims, banging her fist against his shoulder blades. “Put me down. What are you doing?”

Cassian doesn’t say anything, instead continuing up the front steps and inside the house. When Nesta starts to squirm too much, Cassian’s hand comes down against her ass in reprimand, Nesta letting out a quiet yelp in surprise.

“Are you kidding me? I said put me–”

Nesta doesn’t even get a chance to finish her demand before her back is hitting a soft mattress and blankets. She sits up enough to take in the room around her, clearly the master bedroom. The furnishings are simple and rustic, all dark wood and a deep red bedspread.

“Beautiful.”

Nesta snaps her attention back toward Cassian, where he stands at the bottom of the bed, kicking his boots to the side. She can feel everywhere his eyes travel over her frame, goosebumps cascading across her skin at that caress. A shiver skates up her spine in response to the flames flickering amongst the hazel, and she stretches out more comfortably against the bed, really putting on a display. Cassian groans softly.

“You haven’t even gotten me out of my clothes yet,” Nesta comments, kicking off her shoes.

“I meant the sight of you in my bed,” Cassian explains, kneeling up onto the bed. “I might keep it.”

He settles between her spread thighs, leaning down and capturing her lips in a kiss. Nesta moans into his mouth as his body presses against her, his hips rocking down against her own. She cards her fingers through the dark, curly strands of his hair, using her grip to tug him closer still and deepen the kiss. Cassian’s own hands slide up beneath the hem of her dress, along her thighs, the warmth of his grip seeping into her skin.

It’s a bit awkward with the hat still poised on Nesta’s head, so she shifts enough that she can pull it free and set it aside. Cassian merely uses the opportunity to latch his lips back to her neck, each hot press of his mouth leaving an echoing heat simmering through Nesta’s veins. His teeth sink into the skin over her pulse point, and Nesta gasps, the sound quickly morphing into a moan when his tongue laves over the hurt.

She reaches for the buttons of Cassian’s flannel, but she only succeeds in undoing the first few before his fingers curl around her wrists, tugging her hands away and pinning them against the mattress by her head.

“Cassian,” Nesta whines, bucking her hips against him desperately.

“Patience is a virtue, Nes.”

He switches his grip to just one hand, using the free one to tuck his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her face back toward him and kissing her again, slow and deep. Nesta melts back against the bed as his tongue slides against her own, moaning softly when his teeth nip at her bottom lip, tugging it as he pulls back. He sits back on his haunches, gaze trailing over her again.

“Flushed so pretty.” Cassian’s hands push the hem of her dress up higher until it’s bunched around her waist. “But let’s see where else I can make that pretty pink spread.”

He continues to push her dress up and up, and Nesta sits up enough that he can tug it fully off, tossing it aside. He drags two fingers over her still clothed center and Nesta whimpers at the pressure, her hips jumping in response.

“And already so wet for me? Sweetheart, we’ve barely started.”

He traces a teasing circle across her clit, leaning down and swallowing Nesta’s moan with another searing kiss. He doesn’t break the contact as his hands slip behind her back, her bra quickly joining her dress on his bedroom floor. His hands slide to her breasts, fingers kneading the flesh and thumbs toying with her nipples.

He breaks the kiss, lips tracing a path down her throat, her collarbones. Nesta tosses her head back when his mouth’s attention turns to her breast. Her skin is already so sensitive there, and the drag of the stubble along Cassian’s jawline only adds to the sensation, sends electricity ricocheting down her spine.

“Cassian,” Nesta moans when his tongue swirls around her nipple, gripping his hair and holding him there.

“Keep moaning my name like that,” Cassian murmurs softly, switching to her other breast.

Nesta is a panting, squirming mess by the time Cassian finally pulls back again, by the time he’s pressing kisses down her sternum, down her stomach. He slides further down the bed until his shoulders are cradled between her thighs, his fingers hooking in the waistband of her panties.

“You know, it’s a bit unfair that you’re still fully dressed.”

Cassian chuckles, but he still pushes back up to his knees, fisting the back of his shirt and tugging it off. Nesta licks her lips at all that golden brown skin being on display again. The dim lighting of the bedroom cuts shadows across the lines of muscles, only seeming to add emphasis to the dark swirls of tattoos that Nesta now realizes curl all the way down to his elbows.

“Better?”

“Closer,” Nesta concedes, sitting up and reaching for the buckle of Cassian’s jeans.

But Cassian grips Nesta’s hips, tugging forward until she falls back again, splayed across the blankets. “Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

He shifts his grip to the waistband of her panties again, pulling them down her legs and off. His fingers dig into her thighs, spreading them wide and exposing her cunt to him. The appreciative groan that tumbles past his lips goes right to Nesta’s head, and she revels in drawing out such a reaction.

“Look at this pretty cunt,” Cassian tells her, fingers flexing. “And it’s all for me.”

Cassian settles back on his stomach, Nesta’s toes curling in anticipation, at the warm breath fanning across her cunt, but then nothing ever comes. An unfortunate tendency with this man. She whines, squirming against Cassian’s hold, desperate for that pressure, for that delicious friction.

“Please… Cassian, please.”

“What a good girl, begging for it.”

Nesta keens at the praise, and then Cassian really rewards her. He presses the flat of his tongue against her, licking a long, thick stripe all the way up to her clit. He repeats the same motion, and Nesta can feel the vibrations of his answering groan, only adding to the pleasure building inside her.

“Oh, fuck,” Nesta gasps when Cassian’s tongue finds her clit and traces tantalizing circles there.

She buries a hand in his hair, nails dragging against his scalp as she holds him there, holds him right where she needs him. It draws another groan from the man between her thighs, his grip on them holding them open tight enough to bruise. Nesta tries to buck against it, tries to rock against his face, but he truly seems intent on taking his time.

Truly seems intent on undoing her and turning her into a whimpering, moaning mess.

It’s almost unfair the way he works his mouth over her and eats her out. The way he presses his tongue into her cunt and curls it. The way he sucks her clit between his lips. It’s almost unfair how attractive he looks doing it, dark curls tangled and unruly from Nesta’s fingers, hazel eyes swallowed whole by his blown pupils and pinned right on her face.

He releases his hold on one of her thighs, his hand sliding up to join his mouth. He sinks two fingers into her cunt, and Nesta arches up off the bed at the stretch. He quickly builds up a steady rhythm, pumping and curling his fingers, and Nesta’s cunt clenches and flutters around them, drawing them deeper still.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Cassian praises, pulling another long moan from Nesta’s throat. “Are you going to squeeze my cock the way you’re squeezing my fingers?”

Nesta is barely able to form a coherent thought, let alone speak one. All she can do is moan again in response. All she can do is give herself over to the familiar heat coiling tighter and tighter in her gut, the pleasure singing in her veins.

“How about you be my good girl and come all over my fingers.”

Cassian leans back down, his mouth working over her clit in time with his fingers, and Nesta can do nothing but obey. She moans Cassian’s name as her release tears through her, thighs shaking around his ears and cunt clenching down hard around his fingers. He works her through it, continues to rock his fingers and elongate her orgasm until the pleasure starts to melt into pain, and Nesta reaches her hand down, squeezing at Cassian’s wrist.

“Fuck, that was beautiful,” Cassian breathes, carefully pulling his fingers free and pressing soothing kisses to the inside of her thigh. “You’re beautiful.”

“Compliments will get you everywhere, cowboy.”

Cassian’s smirk is wide and cocksure as he slides back up Nesta’s body. He wastes no time sealing their lips together again, Nesta able to taste herself on his tongue when he presses it into her mouth. She slides her hands down Cassian’s chest, over the hard muscles, through the downy hair leading her to exactly what she wants.

He doesn’t stop her this time when she reaches for the buckle of his pants, shoving the waistband down his hips. He pushes up off the bed and to his feet, pulling his jeans and his boxers the rest of the way down and stepping out of them, and Nesta’s mouth practically goes dry.

She’d known from the stretch of his jeans that his thighs were thick, but seeing them like this is another thing all together. And then there’s his cock, hanging hard between them. He’s certainly larger than any of the men Nesta has been with back in Adriata, the girth of him wide. She can already imagine how the thick head will feel sinking into her, how the veins running along the side will feel dragging against the walls of her cunt.

“Enjoying the view, sweetheart?” Cassian asks, fisting his cock and stroking lazily.

“And what if I am?”

“You should see my view.”

Nesta smirks at his words, preening at the implication of them. She makes a big show of spreading her legs wider, tilting her hips up, to really give Cassian a view. She can hear the way his breath hitches, see the way his grip on his cock tightens, but she doesn’t stop there. She slides her fingers slowly down her chest, down her stomach, to the mess they’ve already made.

Cassian’s answering groan goes right to her head. Right to her cunt, already fluttering and desperate to be filled.

“Look at my good girl,” Cassian breathes, kneeling back up onto the bed. “Legs spread wide and ready for me.”

He reaches past her toward the bedside table, rooting around in the drawer until he pulls back with a condom between his fingers. Nesta watches through lidded eyes as he tears the wrapper open, sliding the condom on and down his cock. When he’s finished, he drags the head of his cock along her cunt, all the way to her clit, and Nesta whimpers, hips bucking up against him.

“Is this what you want, sweetheart?” Cassian asks, repeating the motion again. “Want to be full and stretched on my cock?”

“You have no idea,” Nesta tells him, shoving at his shoulders until he falls flat on his back on the bed. She throws one leg over his hips and settles astride him, gripping his jaw and forcing his head back enough that she can lean down and whisper in his ear, “but maybe I want to hear you beg for it.”

Cassian groans, his hands finding her hips and squeezing. “Trust me. I’ll do anything you want me to.”

Nesta hums, satisfied with the answer, and sits back up. She spies where she discarded Cassian’s cowboy hat earlier, grabbing it and settling it back on her head before she starts to rock her hips, reveling in the slide of Cassian’s cock against her, the way it twitches and jumps in response to her movements.

“Mother save me, you’re a dream,” Cassian sighs, his hands sliding down her thighs and back up to her hips again.

“Didn’t I tell you compliments would get you everywhere?”

She reaches a hand down between them, gripping Cassian’s cock, reveling in the warm weight of it against her palm. She raises up onto her knees, lining his cock up and sinking down inch by slow inch. She was right about how amazing the wide girth of him would feel, already feeling keyed-up by the time she bottoms out, her cunt already clenching hard around him.

“Oh fuck,” Cassian gasps, throwing his head back. “That’s it, Nes.”

Nesta tries to respond, but all that tumbles past her lips is a low moan, especially when she dares to rock her hips, Cassian’s cock sliding against the walls of her cunt, her clit dragging across his pelvis. She settles her hands on Cassian’s chest, using it for balance as she presses up onto her knees and sinks back down again, building up a steady rhythm that has her nerve endings sparking, her blood simmering with delicious pleasure.

“Gods, look at how you take me, how your sweet cunt squeezes me.”

Nesta whimpers, picking up the pace of her movements, circling her hips every time she sinks down and trying to get Cassian’s cock to press deeper still. She feels so full of him, but the need for more still claws up her throat. Still has her chasing that high, that precipice.

“Such a good girl, riding my cock so perfect.”

“Please,” Nesta whispers, reaching one of her hands to her own chest, squeezing her breast in hopes of finding that edge she needs. “Please.”

She doesn’t know how Cassian somehow knows what she’s asking, how he knows exactly what she needs, but with a growl, he grips her hips, flipping them over again, his hat tumbling somewhere off her head and the bed. He hikes her leg up high, spreading her open completely for him as he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward again. Nesta cries out as he sets a brutal pace, driving into her hard and just how she likes it.

“This is what you need, isn’t it?” Cassian breathes right against Nesta’s ear. “Need my cock right where it belongs, fucking you deep and hard?”

“Yes! Don’t stop. Gods, don’t stop.”

Nesta grapples for purchase in Cassian’s hair, on his shoulders, unable to do anything but hold on. It’s almost unfair, the way he plays her body so well, the way every drag of his cock, every slam of his hips, has her melting into little more than a puddle of moans and whimpers of his name.

But she can’t find it within herself to care.

Not when her entire body feels ablaze. Not when Cassian continues to snap his hips, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with her breathy pleas and his answering groans. Not when his hand slips between their bodies, fingers finding her swollen clit.

“We’re gentlemen here in Windhaven, you know. That means ladies first.”

Cassian continues to trace tight circles across her clit in time with his thrusts, and Nesta’s unable to deny his request even if she wanted to. She arches up off the bed, clenching hard and shouting Cassian’s name as she barrels through her second orgasm of the night. She’s half aware of Cassian groaning in her ear, of the way he continues to snap his hips a few more times before he shudders above her.

He pulls out and settles beside her with a soft sigh, Nesta taking a moment to catch her breath before she rolls over onto her side to face him. She finds herself tracing his dark lashes and the way they flutter, the pink that clings beneath the golden brown of his cheeks. Finds herself stuck on the pink of his lips, the way they tug up into a smile as though he can feel her attention on him.

He turns his head toward her, Nesta getting an up close look at the bright colds and twisting greens of his hazel eyes, the way they flare and simmer as his gaze dances over her face.

“Have I told you you’re beautiful?”

Nesta rolls her eyes, but she pushes herself up enough that she can lean over him, Cassian’s eyes tracking her the whole way. She dips her head, pressing her mouth against Cassian’s in the barest brush of a kiss, reveling in the way Cassian tries to chase her lips when she pulls away again.

“Careful, cowboy. If you keep up all these compliments, you’ll end up stuck with me.”

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[wafflepatterns]

Meet new sewing pattern <Komugi> Over shirt

A new item is just published from Waffle Patterns. Meet Over shirt <Komugi> sewing pattern, a work wear style over shirt with many functional pockets. Depending on your fabric and design choice, it will be a work shirt, uniform-like service shirt or outdoor style shirt jacket. You can make just a simple shirt as well.

<design options>

View A features a hidden button stand front opening + patch side pockets + an inside pocket. The patch side pockets are 2 types ; side opening or layered type. The cuff is no-opening design.

View B has a normal button stand + seam pocket + back bent and cuff opening.

The chest pocket design has 2 options, layer type or zipper pocket.

View A is intended as non-scratch design suitable for a work shirt especially if you are working on fragile things. View B can be made as a more outdoor-like shirt jacket with details like cuff openings or a vent. But of course you can choose and mix the options as you like!

The khaki sample in the photos features viewA, and the red plaid one is view B. The caramel brown one has mixed features.

My favourite feature is the sleeve patches. Adding compliment textures/colours is really fun! But you can sew without them, too.

Please make your creative style by mixing your favourite details.

<fabric recommendation>

The pattern is drafted for woven fabrics. Light-medium weight durable shirt fabrics are recommended. like corduroy, duck, twill, denim, linen, flannel, light wool or canvas etc.

It is not impossible to use very light drapery fabric, but those are not suitable for some details like patch pockets or vent.

Also, some very thick/stiff fabrics might not work well for details like pockets with facing. In that case, please consider using other lighter fabrics partly like the inside yoke, facing, or pocket parts.

Please choose a suitable one for your design intension.

For the caramel brown sample in the photos, I used cotton canvas. Suitable for work shirts and very easy to handle. The contrast fabric used for the sleeve patch and pocket layer is faux suede.

If you want very durable patches, leather or rubber-mixed fabrics are used for professional work apparel. But for general daily usage, like mine, design oriented choice like nice compliment colours or textures will be enough. Using leftover or old clothes is a fun choice, too.

The khaki sample is cotton ripstop. This one is also very suitable for work wear. The patch part is mixed twill.

The red plaid one is light wool backed fleece. I backed all the pieces with fleece except the folded parts like pocket openings or hem.

I bought all those fabrics from my local fabric market, but most of them are from years ago. I wanted to share where I bought them, but I actually forgot all.

I think light water repellent or windproof fabrics are nice functional options, too.

<Size>

The shirt is drafted regular fit.

I made on size bigger the red plaid sample because I wanted to wear this as a jacket. Also because the fabric gets thicker with fleece backing.

The caramel brown and khaki samples were made with just fit size.

<Other material>

If you attach the hidden button stand design, it is better to use flat and thin buttons for clean look opening.

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The sewing pattern includes 18 pages of instructions and all the sewing processes are described with detailed illustrations. The pattern files are available for both home printers (A4 or US letter) and copyshop(A0 format).

You can check other photos of this model on my Flickr page.

The over shirt -Komugi- (size 32 - 54) PDF sewing pattern is available here. Also in the Etsy shop.

Special discount price until 13th Mar 2024 (CET) with other popular patterns. No discount code is needed! The sale page is here.

*****  Special offer for Paper pattern and free shipping Paper pattern + PDF option is available limited time. *The paper includes only the pattern, please print out the instruction by yourself or read it with your tablet or PC.  The PDF + Paper listing page is here.

Enjoy your sewing!

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Meet Me at the Farmers Market - 8. Compliance

Farmers Market! Joel Miller x Confident! Plus Sized F! Florist Reader

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: What does a Contractor do in his spare time? Sell his wood carvings at the Saturday Farmers Market, of course! A Grumpy x Sunshine Joel Miller series collective of one shots, Updates every Saturday!

Chapter Rating: E, MDNI (18+)

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Roleplay, This is FILTHY, Too much porn, not too much plot, Daddy needs to EAT, ok?, Talks about OSHA Compliance, Wear the proper PPE if you're going into a job site, okay?

Summary: Joel catches you in improper PPE, so you do what it takes to not get shut down...

A/N: Hello there!

I thought I would give you all a little treat before Christmas! I will be posting another chapter on Christmas day, so enjoy this little bit of fun before then!

This chapter takes place before Pt. 4.

"Hey Joel, good morning!"

You peek out from your office at the back of your shop, a bright smile on your face as Joel shuffles into the barren space, still a construction site riddled with pieces of reclaimed wood. Coffee in one hand, iPad in the other, Joel ambles toward his worktable in the corner. "Mornin'," he grunts, a subtle grin appearing as he secures his tool belt, slung low on his jean-clad hips.

Casually strolling over, you join him, smoothing out your overalls and adjusting your oversized flannel, your hair neatly woven into braids. "What's on the agenda today?"

"Figured I'd kick things off with the display cases, checking out the designs we agreed upon. Found some great pieces of oak at the reclaim center-" Joel's words trail off as he finally notices you, his eyes widening, mouth slightly agape. You catch him mid-sentence, twirling a pigtail around your finger, biting your lower lip, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Something the matter, Joel? See something on my face?" you tease, offering a small, playful smile.

His Adam's apple bobs as he pivots back to the plans laid out on his worktable. "No, you just look pretty today."

"Oh, do I?"

"Well, those overalls are all wrong, being that they're short and all, and those boots," he motions to your feet, "Are they OSHA-regulated? Don't want you hurting your pretty little feet."

You laugh, a sound that fills the shop. "Just trying to keep things interesting around here, Joel. Wouldn't want you to think work is the only thing worth looking at." Your eyes appraise his form as you slide between him and his worktable. "You don't look too bad yourself," you tease, drawing a finger down his chest to his toolbelt. "I love a man in uniform, especially when they wear it so damn well."

Joel's eyes widen in surprise, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, I aim to please," he says, his voice husky.

"Do you now? Is it because I'm paying you?" you cheekily reply, "If I put on this hard hat, maybe you'll look the other way if the city asks about my compliance. I would hate to be shut down for something silly like my attire."

"Well, with an ass like this," he grabs it for good measure, large hands caressing the span of your cheeks, squeezing as he groans, a wicked smile on his face - "I think we can work something out, don't you think, baby girl?" He starts to undo the straps of your overalls. "I think that we should take this off, it's not protective enough for those legs of yours," he slides the denim past your hips, letting them drop to the floor as he licks his lips in anticipation. "Mmm," he moans, "Turn around for me, I need to get a good look for my inspection." He turns you around as he takes in your ass, the fabric of your thong devoured by your asscheeks. He slides a finger between the fabric and your ass crack, barely grazing your slit. "Very, very nice," he mutters to himself. He raises his fingers coated with your slick to your face. "Wet already, baby?" he asks, his eyes blown. "Fuck, what am I going to do with you? What are you going to do to make your indiscretions up to me?"

"I can't afford to be shut down, Joel." You plead, grabbing his hands as you take his slick-coated fingers into your mouth, your eyes never leaving his. He pulls them back with a satisfied pop. "I'll do anything, please Joel."

"First of all," he whispers, his fingers undoing the buttons of your flannel slowly, "I'm gonna need you to redress with the proper PPE-" he says, opening your shirt and exposing your breasts as he groans in appreciation, grabbing the safety vest on his worktable. "Put this on, and sit that pretty ass on the table." You shrug off your flannel, smiling as you grab the vest from his hands, shimmying it on. "Like this?" you ask, your nipples peeking out through the neon mesh as you lift your hips onto the table, spreading your legs more to present yourself to him.

"Just like that, baby, that's much better," he says as he settles himself between your legs. "You know, I shouldn't be drinking coffee on an empty stomach, maybe I should get something to eat," he kneels down, settling himself on his knees as he takes in your pussy, his fingers slipping through the flimsy lace between your slit. "You're fucking drenched, look at you, is this honey all for me?" You nod as he slips his fingers through your folds, closing your eyes in pleasure. "Uh uh, baby. None of that. You keep your eyes on me, Daddy needs to eat."

You arch your back and whisper something incoherent, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his broad form. "Please Joel, can't have you working on an empty stomach…"

"Well," he smiles as he slips a finger into your cunt, his finger so thick that you flinch at the sudden intrusion. "If you're offering… Fuck Sunflower, she's crying for me. Absolutely fucking weeping." he takes a deep breath as he pulls the fabric of your thong harshly to the side, ripping it off of you as you yelp in surprise. "Joel! those were my favorite panties!"

"You can just write them off, hazards of the job, right?" he replies, the flat of his tongue diving into your folds as he feasts on your cunt like a man starved. "You keep your eyes on me as I feast on this pussy," he mumbles as he devours you, gripping your thighs as he locks his eyes on you. "Try not to blink, baby, watch me finish my meal. Gonna have to prep you to handle some heavy machinery, can't have you getting injured on the job site."

"Fuck Joel, just like that, I'm so close baby…" you mumble, harshly grabbing onto his hair as he moans in appreciation. He slips another finger into the warmth of your cunt as he continues to lick and suck, the sound of your wetness obscene as it echoes in the vastness of your empty shop.

"You think you can take one more? I need to make sure you can take it, baby."

"Please Joel, I can take it, give it to me-" you stutter, your body shaking as he leads you to completion, the safety vest spread wide open as you play with your nipples, tweaking the pointed buds as you shift your hips, tilting them as he continues on, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit. "I'll be so fucking good for you, Joel, please- I'm gonna…" You gush into his mouth, the wetness of your slick coating his beard as you ride on his fingers, your body taut and tight as your thighs quiver. You haven't gotten used to being used so thoroughly, feeling faint as he smiles in satisfaction, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt as he rises onto his feet.

"Fuck, baby, best breakfast ever. Do you think I prepped you enough to handle my machinery?" he cheekily smiles as he settles himself back between your legs, your hands blindly reaching for the buckle of his belt, quickly undoing it as you reach into his jeans.

Your eyes widen as you pull his hard cock out of his boxers, the tip red and angry as precome starts to leak from the slit. "Fuck Joel, is this going to fit?"

"We'll make it fit, baby" He breathes as he notches the tip at your entrance, his eyes locked onto your cunt as he pumps his shaft, his hand going to your folds and gathering your slick, pumping his cock once more as he wets the shaft. It's so fucking unhinged, so fucking obscene with the noise it makes, squelching as he guides himself to you once more. "Let me just test it with the tip, let me work you up to take me, okay baby? I'll make it fucking fit."

"Shit," he roars as your cunt envelops his wide tip, his hips pushing into you back and forth in shallow thrusts. He buries his face in your neck, licking and kissing down to your breasts as he slowly adds inch after inch until he's fully sheathed inside your channel, his breaths short as he allows you to adjust to his size. "Fuck, are you ready, Sunflower? Can I move?"

"FUCK Joel, you're so deep like this!" you cry, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lowers you down onto his worktable, capturing your lips in a kiss fervently, all teeth and tongue as he starts to pound into you in earnest. You claw at his back, your fingers grabbing onto his shirt so tightly you swear you hear a rip, crying into his neck "Please, Joel, please fuck me harder! I can take it! I can take it all!" He slides a hand under your ass and tilts your hips until he's hitting that spot, so delicious you're rendered speechless. A tear falls down the slope of your cheek, you swear he licks it off you as he kisses you once more.

He stands upright once more as he takes in the sight of his cock buried into your pussy, your slick dripping down your thighs as you make a mess of his worktable below, your plans ruined and soaked. "Fuck baby, you feel so good, so fucking perfect, so perfect for me… I'm going to come, do you want me to come in this pretty cunt?" he mumbles incoherently, "Are you gonna milk me, baby?"

"YES yes yes yes" you nod absentmindedly, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Fuck Joel, come inside of me, let your cum drip down my legs as I work today, let everyone know who owns me…" He collapses on you as he plunges into you one last time, filling you with his hot release as he kisses you. "Fuccckkkkkk," he says as he kisses your neck, his breath hot as he attempts to steady his breath. "I didn't think you would be into roleplay, honey. It was so fucking hot, we need to do this again."

You smile as you push him off, removing the safety vest as you grab your clothes on the floor. "What time is it? Tommy should be heading over soon, need to make sure he doesn't walk into a warzone-"

"Let him walk into one, I don't care," Joel says defiantly as he buckles his jeans.

Like clockwork, there's a tap on the window, still covered up with an easy mask. "Hey! Anyone in? Joel? Sunflower?" Tommy's voice calls out from behind the door. "Let me in, alright? It's hot as fuck outside!"

You smirk as you fiddle with the straps of your overalls. "Speak of the devil," you say, kissing Joel once more as you make your way to the door. You put on a smile as you let Tommy in, Joel back at his worktable as he hurriedly rolls up the ruined plans.

"Took you guys long enough," Tommy chides, handing you a cup of matcha. His face scrunches as he takes a whiff of the store. "What is that smell?! It smells fucking awful!"

Joel throws the safety vest onto himself as you laugh, walking back into your office as Tommy looks back in confusion. "What?" he exclaims. "It does!"

[crystalbeetle888]

Voyage into the Unknown Pt.5

Master List Pt.4 - Pt.5 - Pt.6

It was an early start for the company the following morning, Thoirn wanted us out of town by lunchtime. “You will accompany me, and I shall purchase your travelling items” Thorin states, throwing on his armless fur coat over his armour. I finish getting ready, throwing on my denim jacket, and walk with him down the stairs and outside to meet up with the rest of the company. The dwarves turn to greet us, well, Thorin mostly. “I will be acquiring the appropriate gear and attire for Y/n today, the rest of you, stock up on food, we meet by the gate at high noon” Thorin explains to the group who nod along before dispersing, except for Fili and Kili who make their way over. Looking over at Thorin panicked, I coughed, gaining his attention away from talking to Gandalf. I shoot him a pointed look and tilt my head towards his nephews. He seems to catch the point, stepping around me and between his nephews and I. Thorin has a quiet conversation with them before they look over and nod, before turning around and walking off. Thorin returns to my side  “What did you tell them?” I ask. He glances at me briefly “You need not worry yourself, come, let’s get your supplies” He briskly walks away not waiting for me to catch up. Groaning, I chase after him. The streets bustle with people on their way to work. Vendors line the streets with stands of food, spices, linens, and other miscellaneous products. I catch up to Thorin as he struts over to a store with a hanging sign in front, ‘Tailor’ it reads. ‘Damn his little legs move fast’ I think to myself. 

Thorin holds open the door as I enter, a young looking girl no older than sixteen sits at the counter “Morning young masters, what can we do for you?” she smiles “She needs to be fitted for two tunics, preferably linen” The young girl nods “Aye we can do that, and just what colour would the lady prefer?” she jots down some notes in a small leather-bound book. “Uh, grey or blue I suppose?” I look at Thorin who shrugs in response. “Mmh Hmm” The girl hums jotting something down, “Alright Miss, this way, we’ll get your sorted in no time, your husband can sit outside” she calls over her shoulder at Thorin, as she whisks me away into the back of the store. Through some draped curtains, is a sectioned off room with a stool in the middle, and a table with an assortment of sewing equipment off to the side. “Well, go on, stand up there” She says impatiently, and I quickly hop up. “You haven’t done this before have you?” She asks, “What gives you that impression?” I question her, “Your silly clothes” She says like its obvious, as she begins to take my measurements, around my arms, waist, bust, and neck. The girl flurries around the room, measuring, taking notes, walking in and out the room, and grabbing different fabrics, before she finally settles on something she likes. “It’ll only take a jiffy to sew these up for you” She says looking at me expectantly. “Uh-” I stutter. “That means you can go now, come back later” She smiles awkwardly. I nod and hurry thorough the curtains and out the store, Thorin leaning up against the wall outside. “How did it go?” he asks standing up fully, “She said to come back in a ‘jiffy’” He nods. “Let’s get your other items, then we’ll return here” He says leading the way. Following behind him again we wander from store to store. He buys me a short brown leather cloak, with a fur lining, a pair of leather arm bracers, leather and fur boot covers, a brown belt with both a sword sheath, with a sword of course, and a small matching pouch, the tailored shirt, and thick cotton trousers. Thorin also buys me some miscellaneous items for the journey. "These aren't Dwarvish make but they'll have to do" He hands me off the items "Because Dwarvish is better?" I ask shoving the stuff into my pack. He gives me a look "Of course it is".

Walking back though the market and towards the front gate, the company stands around idly chatting with one another. Once arriving at the group, Thorin walks over to Dwalin and Balin and I join Bilbo. “Morning mate” I smiled at him. Bilbo looks up at me “Good evening actually- goodness what happened to your face?” He whispered panicked, “Nothing. It happened last night” I shush him. Bilbo looks shocked “Did Thorin-” He hesitates to continue, covering his mouth with his hand, “Gosh no, I- ran into trouble last night, but I’m fine really” My answer doesn’t seem to put him at any ease. Luckily though, Thorin calls for the company to move out before Bilbo can mother me any more.

The company mounts their ponies, and I my new full sized horse I affectionately named Minnie, as she was black and white. Trotting away from the town, I continue to make small talk with Bilbo throughout the rest of the day, avoiding the dwarves so as not to let them see my bruised face. ‘Don’t need to give these old farts an extra reason not to like me’. 

Despite Thorins’ generosity it’s obvious that they’re not convinced I’m capable of contributing anything worthwhile to this journey. The mens’ constant 'check ins' over the last nine days makes this painfully obvious. However nice it is to be looked out for, these men still think I’m useless, and it is beginning to wear on my nerves.

Thorin stops the company in a small clearing, next to a slow dribbling waterfall. “We make camp here for the night” He calls out. Groans can be heard from the  men as they dismount their ponies and tie them to some trees. Gloin and Oin wander off to collect firewood, Bomber, Bofur, and Ori prepare dinner, Nori and Dori tend to the horses, Bifur and Dwalin attempting to catch some fish, Fili and Kili attempting to hunt some rabbits, and Balin, Thorin and Gandalf ruminate over the map, leaving Bilbo and I to do nothing.

I huff in frustration, 'I won't be useless' I think, trekking over to Thorin “I want something to do” I interrupt their conversation, the old men turning to look at me in surprise. “No” Thorin responds shortly. “Thorin, I refuse to be useless” I argue. “How about you tend to the ponies lass?” Balin says, hoping to defuse the situation. “No, she needs to rest” Thorin repeats firmly in his decision. “More than the rest of us Thorin?” Balin questions. Fed up, I flick the hair from my face and tuck it behind my ear, Balin finally piecing it together “Oh Thorin, she won’t break” He chides him “Go on lass, find a way to help out ” he smiles warmly at me. I smile back, and prance away towards the ponies, finally happy to be taken seriously.

Meanwhile, Balin gives Thorin a very pointed look “What happened to her face?”. Thorin sighs “She was confronted by some Wild-men last night” he explains “She apparently dealt with it herself”. Thorin wasn’t just upset by her injury, a woman under his watch is his responsibility. Whether or not he wanted her there, she was his concern now and she deserved more respect and care whilst amongst the men. At Least that’s what Thorin believed. “Just because she got hurt doesn’t mean she’s helpless” Balin lectures him “Mahal knows you earned a bruise or two from battle” he chuckles to himself much to Thorin's dismay. “She is not like us, the race of men is soft”, Balin looks at him knowingly “You might just be surprised by her” he suggests, knowing just how difficult he is to impress and stubborn Thorin can be.

After feeding, brushing, and watering the ponies Bofur calls out for dinner. Rabbit stew, made from the catch Fili and Kili brought back. Sitting down by Bilbo I patiently wait my turn, wooden bowl in hand “Here, let me wait for you” I look up to Kili extending his open hand “Thank you” I say passing it to him. He grins and wanders off to wait. Bilbo coughs, gaining my attention “If I may comment, I don’t think you should hide things from them” he gives a pointed look “If you were injured would you want them fussing?” I side eye him discreetly. “Point taken” he laughs quietly “Seeing how they coddle you, makes me feel better about how they treat me” I look over at him, clearly agitated. “Really?” I roll my eyes. Kili returns, strutting over confidently holding the two bowls “Here you are my lady” He hands it over before sitting down next to me. I look at Bilbo who stares back awkwardly. I huff and tuck my hair behind my ears, revealing the bruised side of my face. Turning back to Kili, he doesn’t seem to notice as we converse over dinner. Until, he offers to take our bowls to wash, down by the lazy river with Bilbo, “What happened?” He asked, concerned “I’ll tell you later aye?” I reply, smiling gently. He frowns, eyebrows furrowed intensely “As soon as I return” he points at me, before collecting the rest of the bowls from the company and heading down to the river.

After some time Kili and Bilbo return, the rest of the company dispersed, doing their own thing. I lay on my bed-roll looking up at the stars, campfire to my side as Kili approaches with his bag. He sits next to my laying form and sets up his bed-roll an arms length from mine before laying down quietly. A long moment passes before he speaks “What happened last night?” he asks quietly. “Some Wild-men harassed me and the Innkeeper's daughter so I bashed them” I whisper back. Kili reaches over and gently takes my hand “I’m sorry, that happened, I-we should have been there for you” I squeeze his hand in comfort “You can’t always be there, plus I’m a big girl, I can handle myself” I joke. He gives an airy laugh “Yes you are” A moment of silence fills the air. “Did you rough them up good?” He turns to look over at me, and I smile before laughing “I fucked them up so bad”. He lets out a loud chortle “You know I’ve never met a woman that utters such profanities” I smile cheekily “Just part of my culture mate” I state proudly, really emphasizing my Australian accent.

“Is that the outback culture?” he asks “Yes, are you spying on me Master Dwarf?” I joke. Kili laughs sheepishly “I might have questioned Bilbo about you” I squeeze his hand “You could have just asked me” He smiles over at me, the glow from the fire illuminating his face with golden light. His deep brown eyes gleaming, his long flowing hair cascading over his wide shoulders, glittering in the light. His hand is calloused yet gentle as it holds mine, toughened by his laborious training. Kili stares back at me, basking in the warm silence.

Across the fire Thorin sits, watching his youngest nephew chat up their human companion. “How long do you think it will take him to braid her hair?'' His older nephew asks in Khuzdul. “Not long at this rate” he replies. “And you are okay with this?” Fili looks at him questioningly. Thorin gives him a knowing look “Only time will tell if she is his one, and he will need to make that judgement himself” he takes a long puff from his pipe. 

Honestly, Thorin wasn’t sure which one of them was more oblivious to their own budding feelings at this point. Fili hums in thought, the two smitten adults across the fire continue to talk amongst themselves, holding hands, until they eventually fall asleep next to each other.

Master List Pt.4 - Pt.5 - Pt.6

[dognonsense]

what materials do you like to use when making patches

for fabric i like to use recycled materials by cutting up old clothing thats going to waste otherwise. Best fabrics are thick and strong fabrics such as denim, canvas, my friend once gave me this rlly thick carpet kinda fabric that i adored i wish i knew the name of it.

I like speedball ink for my linocut stuff. All my equipment is by the speedball brand i got at opus. For painting patches by hand i like to use make market soft touch fabric paint i got at michaels. I just mix the white paint with a lil acrylic if i need colors.

For sewing them down i like to use embroidery floss for color and for the thickness of the floss as it provides strength.

[harveyguilleniconodelamoda]

New Summer Staple? Vintage Stripes!

This short-sleeved button-down from Only & Sons has made several appearances over the last several weeks, from brunch with the boys at New York Pride to fun with friends and family at Disneyland parks over the July 4th weekend.

Only & Sons is a menswear brand that emphasizes denim in their product line and markets primarily to young men, describing their signature style as "a subversive take on contemporary classics."

Only & Sons is part of the BESTSELLER international fashion company, which also owns fashion brands such as LMTD and Vera Moda. They have made sustainability a cornerstone of their marketing and PR strategy, and in June announced their participation in an effort to reduce CO2 emissions in the fashion industry.

The shirt features a slightly open resort collar for a more relaxed appearance and is made of a lightweight viscose blend that will breathe beautifully in the summer. Its textured fabric, fitted cut, and classic stripes evoke the timelessness of vintage style, which is one of the hallmarks of the brand. It comes in several colors, with the one Harvey chose being labeled as "Turquoise/Mountain Spring." It is available in sizes up to Men's XXL (47-inch chest measurement) and retails for €29.99.

Harvey typically styles this shirt with navy slack shorts, a pair of clear-framed, retro style sunglasses, and most recently, a pair of exclusive Club 33 65th anniversary mouse ears.

Affordable Options

All of the elements of this outfit are already pretty affordable, save the sunglasses and (depending on the resell source) the ears. More on both of those accessories coming in future posts!

The shirt, as mentioned above, is €29.99 (roughly $32.52 USD). You can find a pair of nice navy shorts at almost any clothing retailer that sells clothing for men this time of year, but here are some of my favorites:

Old Navy Linen Blend Chinos - These shorts are a linen blend fabric that tends to wear and wash well over time, and come in a soft navy. They have a pleated waist, a 7-inch inseam, and come in sizes up to a 54-inch waist. Originally $32.99, currently marked down to $16.47 on clearance.

Land's End No-Iron Chinos - These shorts are a dark, true navy 100% cotton twill. Note they may shrink slightly on the first wash. They have a stretch waist for added comfort and a 9-inch inseam. Originally $59.95, currently on sale for $29.97.

[bon-bon-blog]

Unoa Freak 1, 2 and 3 [Review]

Summary

The Unoa Freak series is specifically written to celebrate and discuss Unoa dolls. Created in 2003 by Gentaro Araki, founder of Alchemic Labo, they were one of the first BJD available on the market. They are not as popular as they once were but Unoa dolls come in many common sizes, making these books a great resource to this day. The books also contain tutorials on face-ups, manicures, modding, stringing and more.

These books have been created with so much love and creativity, from the beautifully illustrated covers, to the fashion editorial style spreads for the patterns. They are one of my favourites to take off the shelf just to flick through the pages.

The number of patterns varies by book and each one has been created by different artists, so do take a look at the tables below before purchasing.

Details

Language: Japanese Author: Graphic Sha ISBN-10: UF1-4894253720 UF2-4798600261 UF3-4798609021 Patterns UF1: Pirate set,Mod set,Country set,Babydoll,Punk dress,Traditional fabric set UF2: Freie Shirt, shorts, socks. Honeymeryl corset body and skirt. Silver butterfly Jumpsuit. Elolita jacket, dress and bloomers. Dollsdrugkingdom Blouse, skirt, petticoat. Atri corset, garter, skirt, bustier, bra, stockings and miniskirt. Sekiguchi uniform set for girl and boy UF3: FLC shoulder bag,FLC Pants,FLC Socks,FLC Beret,FLC Suspender pants,Poupee Mecanique pants,Poupee Mecanique shirt,Silver butterfly jumper skirt,Hanon onepiece dress,"Galum shorts, sailor shirt, socks, beret",FLC Blouse,FLC Tunic,FLC ruffle shoulder blouse,FLC piping shirt,Atri bustier,Atri tutu skirt,Atri Skirt panties,Atri Panties,SilverButterfly sleeveless dress,FLC Cropped Pants ,FLC Denim pants,Poupee Mecanique pants  Sizes included: Unoa sister, Unoa boy, Unoa Zero, Unoa Fluorite, Unoa azurite, Unoa Ani, Unoa chibi

Visual pattern list

UF1

UF2

UF3

Pros

Gorgeous cover art with a partially transparent layer

A real must if you love Unoa dolls

The photography is superb

So many patterns for any size of Unoa doll

Includes a few accessories 

Tips and tutorials for common doll styling and mods

Cons

Minimal instructions for the patterns, sometimes just a couple of drawings

The patterns in the book don’t work for every size of Unoa doll, usually each pattern is designed for a particular body sculpt (cries in Unoa Zero)

My copy of UF2 had a few pages come loose from the binding - not sure if it's a common problem but something to keep in mind

Final thoughts

I don’t think I would recommend these as pattern books for beginners, as the patterns are sized so specifically and the instructions are quite minimal, but if you are an experienced sewer I think you will enjoy the variety of styles here. My main reason for recommending these books wouldn't be the patterns though - it's the peek into BJD history that make them special. I think they are a great addition to any bookshelf. 

[seiwas]

omg osamu (26) for the ask game hehe <3

omg nonie... osamu (26)... you know what you're doing...

to be completely biased here i think osamu would look good in everything LOL. so i'll rank it instead 🥹

3. button-down + slacks. it's a lot like atsumu wherein, he isn't really fully comfortable wearing formal wear but he has a practised way of carrying himself when he does. the curve of his ass is definitely hugged by the fabric of his slacks, and his chest is so big he has to unbutton the first (maybe even 2) buttons. osamu cleans up good, as rare as it may be.

2. black shirt + sweatpants. this is practically his uniform for onigiri miya!! and he so looks good in it. can never beat a man in his element. the arm sleeves hug his biceps just right and the garter of his sweatpants mould to the shape of his waist. the curve of his ass is also still definitely moulded into his sweatpants.

1. white shirt + blue jeans. osamu is thick. his back is broad, chest puffed out. his shoulders are boulders and atsumu hates him for it because he doesn't even hit the gym that much. his waist isn't as tapered as atsumu's but in proportion to the rest of him it's still pretty narrow. there's a softness to it upon touch but you know osamu is nothing but strong.

he only wears this on days out with you, because he notices the way your eyes linger. and apart from being strong, osamu is nothing but a little shit that loves to see you drool. he carries the flowers you pick out from the local market along with some produce you're thinking he can cook later for dinner. the front part of his shirt is partially tucked in, the rest of the hem in ripples atop his belt. it's unfair how good osamu looks in such simple clothing, a simple baseball cap to top off the outfit.

it's lowkey and understated but is completely unforgettable in your mind. as he walks in front of you carrying everything you bought from the market, you see how the denim tries to stretch itself to move around each flex of his ass cheek; you can practically see his quads activating with each step he takes further away from you. what he's carrying is no joke. kilograms of fresh fruits and vegetables, with some potted plants and stones you think would be nice on his balcony—his biceps are practically popping from his sleeves, forearms decorated with the branching of his veins.

it's such a casual outfit, but there's nothing casual at all about the way it makes you feel.

tagging u @soumies bc u're the reason i am so unwell abt him in a white shirt and blue jeans

send me a character and i’ll tell you which outfit they’d look 🥵 in: white shirt + blue jeans / fitted black shirt + sweatpants / button-down + slacks

[clashbear]

Louis Vuitton Replica Handbags – Another choice

Today, the world of fashion has shined and improved like never before. Fashion is everywhere. We talk about following the fashion movement. In this world of style, everything has become luxury. Everyone wants the best accessories and style items; no one wants anything less than the best. People want to stay fashionable and that is why they look for the best they can get. Most women prefer to buy designer clothes and handbags because they look stylish and elegant and stand out from the crowd.

Louis Vuitton is one of the best-selling brands in the world and offers the most elegant bags. This brand has been around since 1854 and since then it has been a favorite of almost every fashion-conscious woman. The bags that you can find in Louis Vuitton stores are exceptional and quality products. We can only marvel at the excellence of the craftsmanship and the ideas behind them.

Their collections always sweep the malls. People love the designs and new styles they bring with their collection. The creativity and styles of their bags are not lacking. But people have a little heart attack when they look at the prices of these bags and this is the only thing that prevents many people from buying.

The prices at which these bags are sold are very high. Many women cannot afford things at such high prices. Since there is more population in the lower class of the social society, many people are deprived these pleasures of life. Precisely for them, Louis Vuitton replica bags have captured the market and are now the choice of every other woman.

These bags are replicas of the original bags available at various Louis Vuitton outlets. They have a number of qualities that attract people from all walks of life to them. Many people mistakenly believe that replica bags are not cheap. But these people surely don't know the benefits that these bags bring with them. Everyone should know the benefits they are missing out on if they don't buy these bags.

These replica bags are difficult to identify unless they are genuine. This is because of the quality of the bags. These bags are of exceptional quality and are second only to the original. You will love the texture and fabric; it can be made of cowhide, denim or leather.

You don’t need to worry about the problems associated with these repeated bags like that of the dangers because there is no risk and you will never lose if you buy these bags. Louis Vuitton replica bags come with a warranty label that can answer all your questions.

Louis Vuitton replica handbags are easily available in various shopping malls and famous websites that offer online shopping for accessories. These reasons may be enough to let you know why these bags are so preferable.

[catcheyes-t-shirt]

“Discover: Types of Loom in Textile Manufacturing”

Loom? What are They? What Do They Manufacture?

Looms is the weaving machine which converts the yarn into a fabric. There is no history of when looms were discovered but one thing is clear that it was before the birth of Jesus christ. There are 2 types of looms: Shuttle Looms and Shuttleless Looms. Below we are going to learn about various types of looms. The end result of this machine is fabric and wholesalers and retailers buy t-shirts in bulk made out of those fabric.

Learn About Shuttle Looms 

This is the most primitive loom in the history of loom. In this machine there is a shuttle which contains bobbins and around bobbins there are yarn wounded. In this weaving machine the shuttle travels from one corner to the other and hence the fabric is made. The speed of this machine is 110-225 ppm [Picks Per Minute]. It is quite noisy and inefficient. 

Fabric Weaving Without a Shuttle in the Loom Is It Possible?

Projectile Loom

Projectile loom is a shuttleless loom, in this looms instead of a shuttle projectile are there. Projectiles are made out of stainless steel and hence it was light weight. As the projectile lightweight this saves lots of energy and increases the efficiency of the machine. This loom speed was 300 ppm. The weaving takes place when the projectile goes across the width of the loom with the yarn. 

Rapier Loom

This loom is also shuttleless. In this loom the weft is carried by a rapier which is a long rod like structure. Many kinds of fabric could be made using this loom and it is highly efficient. The range of GSM things loom could weave is 20-850 GSM. From home fabric to industrial fabric can be made using this loom. There are 4 types of rapier loom in the market. 

Single Rigid Rapier Loom

Double Rigid Rapier Loom 

Double Flexible Rapier Loom

Telescopic Rapier Loom  

Air-Jet Loom 

In this loom the yarn is transferred from the force of air, it does not have any shuttle. This loom is highly efficient and versatile. This loom does not make noise because it does not have many moving parts. As the moving parts are less then the floor space requirement and maintenance is low. The weft travels with the help of air pressure and once it reaches the shedding area interlacement takes place. This machine can be used in manufacturing Denim fabric, polyester dress material and cotton shirting fabric. 

Water Jet Loom

Water pressure is used in this loom to transfer weft from one end to the other. It is a shuttleless loom machine. The speed of this machine is 600 ppm. This machine is highly efficient but we can use yarn which is hydrophobic, like polyester, polyamides etc. Hydrophilic yarn can not be used.

[thehumanbodyx]

My Brief

For my 5th unit, I am tasked with creating a garment founded from recycled denim and a fabric of my choice, provided by the Barnsley Hospice charity.

I will create a sketchbook full of creative ideas and displaying the process I have followed in order to create this garment, along with this blog and other marketing aspects.

For this project, we had the choice of taking our inspiration from either Barnsley and its surroundings or the human body. I have decided to do the human body as previously I have used a lot of architecture in my work, so I wanted to challenge myself and use something I haven't considered before.

Overall, I am really excited to dive straight into this unit and create work that I will be proud of.

[maralbeauty]

Diesel Brand

Diesel has been in the news for a few years now. The return that the genius Glenn Martens brought to Diesel was a revolution for the brand. A brand that was once aimed at boomers, has now opened a place in the hearts of generation z with the cleverness of its creative director.

Since its beginning, Diesel was famous for two things: 1- Strong and creative marketing, 2- Denim fabric

This article examines the lows and highs that Diesel experienced as a lifestyle brand; More specifically, we look at how Glenn Martens not only made Diesel shine, but also brought that faded fashion excitement back to the catwalks.

Diesel's path to continuity is an excellent case study for those thinking of starting their own brand; It is also a beacon of light for fashion and clothing business owners.