#Soft and stretchy fabric

[dealsuncovered]

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[viriborne]

One positive of being back home is being able to cuddle with my sheep mc plush again :>

[skrunksthatwunk]

decided to watch swan lake on a whim bc ive never really seen any ballet and good god the tights(?) the male dancers are wearing go All the way into the crack. no that's not my only takeaway but holy shit it's like they're not even there. someone painted that guy's bottom half so it Looked like he was wearing tights but really he just left them at home. ok im over it now anyway

[simonz-angel]

jackin off nerdy!loser!college partner simon riley

his pen falls, fingers going limp as your lips press against his. he’s soft, pliable beneath your fingertips, arching into your every feathery touch, panting into your mouth messily.

your notebooks lay open and abandoned, paper ticking softly with the chill of wind that passes through the open window. and simon’s chin hitches, tongue pressing and threading around yours sloppily, inexperiencedly.

and when you’re fingertips dip beneath the thin material of his stretchy joggers, he’s gasping in a broken moan, the angry tip of his cock leaking in a pearly mess of precum.

“you’re mine, simon,” you breathe into the open shell of his mouth, tongue swiping his bottom lip, tasting him up on your tongue. your fingertips disappear into the scratchy, sandy curls that frame his pretty cock, hand fisting up around him so suddenly he chokes. “say it.”

his big brown eyes peer up at you dizzily, a haze blurring his usual intense stare. he’s panting, hair disheveled, glasses cocked crooked over the bridge of his nose. “i-i’m yours, i’m yours, yes..”

he’s whining, hips reeling up off the floor as you wrist flicks, pulling the skin of his cock taut before you’re smoothing your hand back down. you watched over him, free hand digging up into the short of his blonde hair, pulling his drooping head back to get a real look at him.

you’d must admit, he was a pretty, pretty boy. the dripping honey of his eyes encapsulated with his sparkling blonde lashes, crooked nose dented in on the sides with his glasses, his pretty pink lips lathered in a lewd mixture of your saliva. and he panted hot, open-mouthed against your face, staring up at you with some dumbed down look.

“when you ace me through this semester, baby, you’ll get the real thing, ‘kay?” you pout down at him, bringing one of his hands beneath your skirt. n when his fingertips skim over the wet fabric of your panties, your desperate pussy clenches, stomach rolling with his hesitant touches. “until then… “

[raisedbythetv89]

It’s the way my wardrobe would be completely different and so much more cunty and insane if it weren’t for my sensory issues and limited funds 😭 and when this is how I feel about expressing myself it’s something I think about FAR too often 😭

[seascapesandsalt]

remember how thick fabrics used to be in the 90s? that was the worst

[luvlyycy]

"aww, pretty girl." he hums, one hand curling around the back of your delicate cranium. sukuna watches how your lips continously open in soft sobs— you've been crying for so long he doesn't even remember why you're crying.

your small hands grip his shirt, bunching up the stretchy black fabric he usually wears to his workouts, although today— he decides to skip it.

"baby, baby, it's okay. don't worry about it." he purrs, placing a soft kisses on your face. he whispers soft words of love to your face, one hand cradling your bum as he lets you snuggle on his lap.

he dislikes seeing you cry, it's almost like he feels helpless when you sob like a crybaby, but what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't help his girl?

"c'mon, mama, it's okay, promise."

you look up at him, eyes puffy as you desperately try wipe spit n snot from your face.

"god, i feel fucking disgusting. sorry." you mumble. you weren't planning on crying in front of him ever but, all of your stress recently has gotten to you.

"this is the first time you've cried in front of me— since I've been your boyfriend." he mumbles as he watches you wipe your face off.

"great." you huff, feeling incredibly small.

he grabs your face with one large hand, his other wiping your face better than you could since yours are wet. he does that for a few moments before placing a firm kiss to your lips.

he groans for a moment before placing his forehead against your's— the cold metal of his eyebrow piercing cooling your skin just a slight.

"don't ever apologize for crying. don't feel bad either. whatever you're going through, it's valid. you are valid." he feels his chest swell when you sigh against his lips, your arms wrapping firmly around his broad body, resting atop his shoulders.

"you're fine, mama. yeah? you're okay, beautiful." he chuckles into your lips when you nuzzle your nose against his— he wraps his arms around your waist.

"let's just sit here for a while." he hums, "I'll order food in a bit." you nod along in agreement.

you never thought you'd see sukuna being so sweet, being so soft with you. it's adorable, and it makes you fall deeper in love.

[tj-crochets]

The blanket I used for this plesiosaur is an extra fluffy throw by Berkshire Blankets. They are (for me) the perfect combo of colorfast, super soft, and non shedding*, with a little bit of stretch to give you a little wiggle room in construction and measurements but enough structural integrity to the base fabric that stuffing doesn't come through and you can use large safety eyes without them popping right through the fabric (which can happen with some faux furs). Idk that you should really use small safety eyes with it, but the larger ones are, in my experience, absolutely fine. It also doesn't really like slither away as you try to sew it, as some fluffy fabrics do, and both sides are super soft but with slightly different textures so you can use whichever side you want This is not a sponsored post I just really like these blankets, they are like the goldilocks zone of just right for me for sewing lol *well, non shedding once sewn, when you cut it it sheds a whole bunch but finished objects made with it don't shed, and pretty much every faux fur or fluffy fabric is going to shed a whole bunch when you cut it

Giant plesiosaur is done! My dad says the plesiosaur doesn’t have eyes because he’s “one of those cave plesiosaurs”

He’s about four feet from nose to tail and so so soft!

[lamb-hugs]

soft and cute < 🧁 ~#🤍

adorable craft ideas

Easy (Beginner-friendly, minimal supplies)

Pastel Bead Bracelets – Use stretchy cord and pastel beads for a cute DIY bracelet.

Sticker Collage – Make a pastel babycore-themed collage with stickers and scrapbook paper.

Decorated Hair Clips – Hot glue tiny bows, charms, or pastel cabochons onto plain hair clips.

Cotton Ball Clouds – Glue cotton balls to cardstock and add pastel stars or glitter.

Kawaii Eraser Stamps – Carve simple shapes (like hearts or bunnies) into erasers for cute stamp designs.

DIY Washi Tape Notebooks – Cover a plain notebook in pastel washi tape for an instant makeover.

Pom-Pom Keychains – Make fluffy pastel pom-poms and attach them to a keychain.

Soft Fabric Patches – Cut out pastel felt shapes (hearts, bears, stars) and stitch them onto clothes or bags.

Foam Sticker Decor – Use pastel foam stickers to decorate phone cases, mirrors, or notebooks.

Glittery Babycore Slime – Make pastel-colored slime with glitter and small beads.

Medium (More materials, a little patience)

Mini Clay Charms – Sculpt tiny pastel baby bottles, pacifiers, or teddy bears with polymer clay.

Felt Plushies – Sew small felt plushies like bunnies, lambs, or stars with pastel fabric.

DIY Suncatchers – Use pastel beads and clear glue to make adorable window decorations.

Painted Pastel Mason Jars – Paint mason jars in soft babycore colors for cute storage.

Resin Hair Clips – Create babycore resin hair clips with pastel pigments, glitter, and tiny charms.

Ribbon Embroidery – Stitch small hearts, stars, or clouds onto fabric with pastel ribbon.

DIY Babycore Earrings – Make earrings from pastel charms or shrink plastic designs.

Crochet Babycore Coasters – Crochet simple pastel coasters shaped like hearts or flowers.

Handmade Pastel Candles – Pour pastel wax into cute molds for aesthetic candles.

Cloud Wall Hanging – Use felt, stuffing, and thread to create a soft cloud wall decoration.

Hard (More complex, takes time)

DIY Babycore Dress – Sew a pastel dress with lace, bows, and frills.

Stuffed Animal Customization – Customize plush toys with pastel dyes, bows, and embroidery.

Hand-Painted Shoes – Paint soft babycore patterns onto sneakers or flats.

Decorated Pastel Mirror – Use charms, pearls, and acrylic paint to make a babycore vanity mirror.

Babycore Themed Blanket – Sew or crochet a pastel blanket with soft, fluffy yarn.

Custom Doll Repainting – Repaint dolls with soft babycore-style faces and outfits.

DIY Music Box – Decorate a small jewelry box with pastel paint and add a musical mechanism.

Embroidered Tote Bag – Hand-stitch pastel babycore designs onto a fabric tote bag.

Upcycled Denim Jacket – Add pastel patches, embroidery, or lace to a jacket for a babycore touch.

DIY Canopy Bed Decor – Create a soft, draped canopy with pastel fabrics for a dreamy aesthetic.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddiesongfics.

I Wanna Be (Your Underwear)

February Prompt: Love | Song: (I Wanna Be) Your Underwear by Bryan Adams | Word Count: 1609 | Rating: M | CW: Sexual Content | Tags: Established Relationship, Eddie Munson Lives, And Is A Weirdo, That's Okay, Steve's Weird Too, Happy (Horny) Boys in Love

Inspiration song here on Spotify.

"Eddie."

Eddie's eyes trail up Steve's body until he gets to his face, stalling on his mouth for a few seconds, but then they go right back down again. He's staring. And he's aware he's doing it. He is. 

But. 

He can't be blamed. That's Steve Harrington. Right in his bedroom. Getting dressed. Pulling his briefs up his damp, hairy thighs.

"I wanna be your underwear," Eddie blurts out at top volume, and Steve's hands still momentarily. But then he laughs, because Steve always laughs, no matter what absurd thing comes out of Eddie's mouth when Eddie has eyes laid on him.

He's Steve Harrington, for god's sake. Eddie can't be blamed for getting kinda stupid in his presence, now can he?

Right now, Steve's smiling as he's tucking his soft dick into his underwear. They're blue, and Eddie wants to suck the head of his cock through them, even if they just finished. He definitely wants to be the stretchy fabric, clinging to all Steve's hidden places. Being constantly tickled by his pubic hair. 

Yeah, he wants to be Steve's underwear.

He wants to be everything when it comes to Steve.

Hell, last week Eddie told him he wanted to be the itch that he scratches. 

"Like chicken pox?" Steve had questioned, giggling. He's not fazed by Eddie's weird, because he's weird, too. Just a different color of weird. Complementary, though. Like orange and blue. Meant to be next to each other.

So, yeah. Eddie feels like chicken pox might be damn perfect imagery on how he's contagiously spread himself all over Steve's life, and body. Or something. 

"I wanna be your motorcycle, take you for a ride," Steve banters back, voice going upwards in a lilt, like he isn't sure he's doing this right, but Eddie flops back into his pillows, absolutely delighted he's playing along. Eddie doesn't have a motorcycle, but wishes he did.

Come to think of it, he does have something else Steve could ride, though.

"Yes, take me for a ride, Harrington," Eddie says, running his hands up and down his scarred chest, before settling over his cock. Fingertips brushing his pubes as he strokes himself. He's soft, and is gonna stay that way for at least a few more minutes, but he's not self-conscious. Not around Steve. Steve's got a dick that needs time to bounce back to attention, too. And, well, Steve's scarred just like he is, their matching souvenirs from the bats. Not his first choice, of course, but there's no reason to dwell on it. Not if they can be naked instead.

Steve just chuckles and shakes his head, pulling the two sides of his jeans together.

"I think I just did," Steve says, pushing the button through the hole, zipping the zipper, and letting his shirt fall down.

"Booooo!" Eddie boos, honest to god, boos. He had a pretty good view before that act of treason.

Steve just grins, "Boo yourself."

Then he leans down and brushes a brief kiss against Eddie's lips, "I'll be back. Stay weird, weirdo."

And Eddie smiles. Like he could do anything else.

Eddie bangs in the front door, kicking off his boots in a rush, because Steve's car was still out front, so that means he needs to lay eyes on him immediately. Eddie had to work all night, and wasn't sure their paths were going to cross this morning.

But as luck would have it.

Eddie slides to a stop in front of the open bathroom door in his socks, where Steve is standing at the sink, preparing to shave.

"I wanna be the razor when you shave," Eddie announces, and Steve glances over. He's already got a face-full of shaving cream, razor at the ready.

Steve turns and hops up onto the vanity, and then holds the razor out. An offer. Steve Harrington trusts him to take a blade to his neck. 

He trusts Eddie with a lot these days. 

So, Eddie shaves Steve's stubble down to the skin, until he's smooth as butter.

Shaving cream remnants wiped away, Eddie runs his tongue up Steve's neck, over his jaw, and then uses his front teeth to drag against his skin on the way back down.

Steve's got his palm flat against the middle of Eddie's back, egging him on, and Eddie feels more unhinged than usual. 

He needs him. He wants him.

He has him. 

Eddie's eyes can't look away. Steve's putting ChapStick on. Just the original, black tube ChapStick, but it still gets Eddie going. Following the motion of his hand as he circles his lips once, twice. A third time.

"I wanna be your lipstick, when you lick it," Eddie says, and Steve quirks an eyebrow, and Eddie wonders if he's gonna react to this one. But he doesn't. Just smirks. Pocketing the tube. That's it. That's all.

But when he comes to bed later that night, he's got bright red lipstick on his lips and Eddie nearly comes at the sight alone. God, his lips are pretty.

Then, Steve ups the ante by licking his lips.

And Eddie groans, making grabby hands at the air, beckoning Steve to him. He needs him. Now. Steve comes closer, crawling across the bed on his hands and knees until he presses his mouth to Eddie's and slides their lips together. Eddie's never kissed anyone wearing lipstick before, he's realized, and it's waxy and kind of smelly.

Honestly? It doesn't taste great. It's no better than ChapStick. Maybe even worse. He was expecting something more sweet and fruity. 

Doesn't matter.

This is still awesome. It's on Steve's lips, and now his own, and Steve's hand is down in Eddie's boxers, jacking him off as he kisses him. Red lipstick being smeared back and forth between them.

Fuck. Maybe Steve will put those red lips around his dick, and smear it there, too.

Now, that's an idea.

After, the lipstick is rubbed all over both of their faces, and yeah, up and down Eddie's cock. Eddie wouldn't change it for anything.

He crawls back in bed.

Steve hooks a leg over his hip and says, "I wanna be the tattoo on your skin," fingertips brushing over the demon on Eddie's chest, and Eddie grins. 

He could make that happen. Definitely.

"This is a bad idea," Jeff says. 

"No shit," Gareth chimes in. 

"Just hold still," Goodie says, and presses the tattoo needle into Eddie's hip. They debated on what it should be, but half the suggestions Eddie requested were shot down by Goodie, without just cause. Okay, not totally without just cause. Goodie probably couldn't do a portrait of Steve's face. 

So, Eddie's getting an axe. An outline of an axe, since that's the extent of the art Goodie was comfortable attempting. 

Eddie conceded. He'd rather get a passable outline of an axe than a bad portrait of Steve's pretty face. No question. 

Steve had just laughed, and carefully avoided bumping against the fresh tattoo when they fucked. 

Now, Steve is putting on his sunglasses, and it's nothing. Truly. 

But. 

"I wanna be your sunglasses, hey good lookin'," Eddie flirts. Can't help himself.

Steve rolls his eyes. Well, Eddie imagines he does. He can't exactly see his eyes through the lenses. 

"Stay home," Eddie wheedles. Steve can't stay home, but it's a nice thought. 

Steve just winks, and gives him a little waggle of his fingers, then is gone for the day.

Steve's standing at the kitchen sink, downing a glass of water, sweaty after his run. Eddie doesn't understand running unless you're being chased by an angry mob of townsfolk, or, you know, bats, but he does like what Steve looks like after, so he'll never let a peep of complaint pass his lips.

Not when Steve looks like that. Shirt clinging to his skin, patches darkened patches with sweat. Eddie wants to shove his nose against it. Breathe deep.

"I wanna be your t-shirt when it's wet," Eddie announces, and Steve just keeps drinking.

"I wanna be the shower when you sweat," Eddie adds, and Steve gives him a thumbs up, and once the glass is drained, he puts it down by the sink, fists the front of Eddie's t-shirt in his hand, twisting, reeling Eddie in closer as he drags him down the hall towards the bathroom.

"That can be arranged," Steve says, pulling him into the bathroom behind him, kicking the door closed behind them.

Squeaky clean from their shower, with his hair still damp and wild, Steve's sprawled out on their bed, facedown, ass up. He's gorgeous. Miles of tan skin, scars and moles. Eddie just stares and stares. 

He can do that. He can stare at Steve Harrington. He can say lewd, off the wall things, and then touch him.

It's pretty goddamn amazing.

"What?" Steve finally asks, turning his face to the side on his pillow so he can see Eddie.

"I wanna be your sweet love, when you make it," he says, and Steve chuckles, but Eddie swallows, thickly. He's serious. Tonight, he's dead fucking serious, because he loves Steve Harrington. Everything about him.

Every last inch.

He's not taken for granted a minute they've spent building a life together, after the dust had settled over Hawkins.

Because Eddie's happy in a way he never imagined he ever could be, and Steve Harrington gets all the credit.

"I wanna be the one that really makes you scream," Eddie says quietly, with reverence. It's not funny. Not now. 

Except it is, because Steve grins, and flexes his ass, saying, "Well, what are you waiting for? Come on and try, big boy."

Spell broken, Eddie laughs, and pounces.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddiesongfics to follow along with the love! 🎵

Notes: Each of the "I wanna be" tidbits are from the lyrics of the chosen song. It just felt so oddly Eddie, that I couldn't resist. Team he needs to be weirder, checking in. (And I swapped the parentheses location in the title from where it is the song title, because that felt more accurate for the fic? I don't know.)

[iridescentparkers]

tasm "can you kiss me a little bit first" pretty please with a cherry on top

hidden treasures

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warnings - 18+ smut + light bondage

a/n - i hope you like this anon!

AS HIS EYES FLUTTERED SHUT, Peter slowly turned his head, placing indents in his pillow. He lay face up beneath you, his hips jutting upwards inside of you as his consistent, gentle whimpers reverberated through the room. 

Earlier today, you both began cleaning out some old clothes from your drawers, and the unpacking sparked a new idea. When he looked around, peering his eyes through the scattered mess, layers of pantyhose and ribbons placed an…exciting idea in his mind.

“What if we-?” He muttered, biting the curve of his thumb while his widened gaze moved to you. “You used-“

“Excuse me?” You smiled, dropping clothes into piles from your spring cleaning. “Whatever you want, we’ll go slow.”

Silk tights. They slid so easily on his wrists, clinging to his slender wrists. Now, where he lay, his hands were tied together in the thin stretchy fabric. 

You sink deeper into him, arching forward, making your breasts extend closer to his being. Peter moaned louder with each slow, jutting movement, and you chuckled as you watched him grow closer and closer to coming beneath you. 

"I'm going to tie this around your eyes. Okay?" You asked before he nodded.

Grabbing one of his old ties, you wrapped the accessory around his eyes, depriving him of the sight of watching you fuck him. He moaned louder as you maneuvered to grab the material while you remained on him. Peter’s mouth hung loosely open, unable to salvage the silence cushioning the room. 

“Aww, you want everyone to hear how needy you are.” You asked, riding on him, slowing the steady pace. “Want everyone to know how bad you need me, huh?”

“Please,” he whimpered, his fingers that were wound in the fabric grazing the inside of your thigh as they sat on his stomach. “Can you-?”

“What is it, baby,” you teased, gliding your hands across his chest. “Hmm?”

You were near his cheek, your breath tickling his earlobe. “Can you kiss me? A little bit first. Please?”

“Of course I can, baby.” You laughed, peppering kisses on his cheek before moving to his mouth. His lips, soft and pink, poked around to find your face before you put your hand on his chin and guided him to your lips. Each soft kiss, caused him to moan more sounds in your mouth. You pulled away, grinning at his vunrable state, “I love you.”

Your words ghosted across his skin as he lay back, teasing his fingertips along the insides of your legs, “I love you.”

[buzzingroyalty]

how to grub your karkat

or you can use this for any other plush or if you wanna make a whole new plush entirely or whatever

disclaimer im not a professional in any sense of the word and theres anything technical im doing wrong or you think you can do it better by all means dont hold back

Things you’ll need

sewing machine unless youre really dedicated but doing it by hand is gonna be an agonizing feat i promise. I just used a straight stitch for everything

Fabrics: for the main body i suggest a minky or something soft, for the inner lining something in the same color as the main body and ideally with some stretch, and anything black for the legs. Less than a yard of each will do

if youre using minky or anything furry get a lint roller. Trust me

stuffing, i used polyfil

threads that match your fabrics

good fabric scissors

sewing needle for hand sewing/fixes

karkat plush (optional)

Heres the pattern i came up with! They are numbered for your convenience and pieces with the same numbers are going to be part of the same row of segments. cut everything out on the black lines (Make sure when you’re printing to fit the image to the page size.) on the left we have the belly pieces, the right is the main body, and we have the foot in between

Im using a relatively thin minky fabric, im sure you can use whatever but something with some fluffiness kinda helps to mask any imperfections in the sewing. When drawing out your patterns keep in mind what direction your fibers settle in and try to keep it consistent

On the wrong side of the fabric measure out at least a half inch seam allowance around each piece of the pattern, i used a centimeter and that worked but had me sweatin a bit.

For the main body pieces fold your fabric in half before you cut so you can have 2 of each segment that are mirrored to each other, i also extended all of the #1 pieces an additional centimeter/half inch at the top so we can fold them over at the very end. I highly suggest numbering the insides of all the cut pieces, especially in a way where you will remember what direction they are each meant to sit

After you’ve numbered all your pieces, set them aside and start making your feet!

Each of the 6 legs is made of two pieces, but i because i only had a swatch of the black minky i made up for the rest with some random black scrap fabric from an old project. Try to keep your fabric consistent if you can lol

I didnt give these pieces any more seam allowance on the fabric but i recommend adding a centimeter or half inch to the base of it to extend the length and have some more wiggle room

like so

Instead of cutting out 12 individual pieces and struggling to stitch them all together i started with 6, then pinning each piece real tight with the right/furry side down onto my secondary fabric, and slowly stitching around the shape real close to the edges- DO NOT CLOSE THE FLAT SIDE as we are going to stuff the feet through here

Now cut the shape out of the fabric and repeat till you have 6 feet

Now flip those bad boys inside out, stuff up, and if you wanna you can match them to their best pairs

now grab a pair of feeties and your #1 pieces and line them up, in this picture my belly #1 piece is shorter bc i forgot to add the extra centimeter and i recut that once i realized. Line those sides up with the right/furry parts touching and with the feet in between, flip it around to make sure everything's sitting the way you want it

Note. i didnt realize until later but i sewed my feet in upside down. save yourself the time it takes to fix it and dont make the same mistake

Straight stitch these layers together and repeat with the next two segments our good friends #2 & #3

Repeat this for the #2 and #3 sections but NOT THE #4, that part doesnt need feet! just line those edges up right/furry sides together and sew

the secret to the squish of the suit is making this inner lining from another fabric and stuffing it! I used what i had leftover from a stretchy red fabric for a kanaya skirt. For this we need to make a new pattern for each section, making sure it follows the curve of the round edge but the piece itself is shorter, almost like youre removing the seam allowance you added. Mine is a centimeter shorter on the top and on the bottom and reaches to the middle

Make one of these for each numbered segment,you only need to make half the pattern and you can fold your fabric in half on a crease and you end up with one symmetrical piece (bars)

Now you need to pin these pieces right on top of the wrong side of your numbered furry sections and line up the straight edges like so (disclaimer for LOTS OF SCARY NEEDLES !!)

Admittedly i didnt estimate how long these pieces needed to be very accurately and overshot it a bit, if you start pinning it from the middle and continue outwards on either side thatll ensure its not too lose and you can cut off any excess after

The only exception is piece #1, if you recall we gave this #1 section extra seam allowance. This is so we can sew down that excess at the neck later and hide any of the inside that might show once its all put together. Do not connect the top edge to the inner lining! Since i added an extra centimeter earlier im gonna leave that hanging and pin + sew down the inner lining a centimeter lower than the top edge. LEAVE THE CURVED EDGES OPEN! DONT SEW THEM TOGETHER! those stay open to stuff

Straight stitch the lined up edges together

Now you have all these skinned pieces of little freak and we need to connect all these segments together making sure to sew UNDER the existing stitches so we dont see those on the outside when its all put together

Inside looks like a bit of a mess but thats fine bc its not the part that matters

Now stuff it! you might need a stick or pencil or something long and thin to get stuffing into the middle bits

Now thats its stuffed you can finally close those curved edges. Try not to sew over a thick mound of stuffing, push it in a little further to give yourself some space and you can fluff it back out after everythings closed. I cut off that excess lining fabric after sewing

Ough… they filleted my boy…

Finally, match up all the edges and lines and HAND SEW them right sides together. You will destroy your machine trying to work around that stuffing i promise. You also have an excuse to get up from your work desk and sew on a couch or smth. I used a standard backstitch for a tight finish and again, make sure you sew under any existing stitches so they arent visible on the outside!

Speaking of the outside, once you stitch everything together you can very gently flip this sucker inside out

This is @hatamonu’s cat Cocaina, aka Coco. Her perfectly square figure made it into my grub files somehow so shes essential to the tutorial

Check the fit and all thats left to do is roughly baste stitch down that excess neck fabric onto the stuffed lining and youre set! I gave the thread slight tugs as i went to tighten the opening a bit put dont tighten it too much

tadaaaaa

It fits pretty snug but starts to slip a bit with motion. Heres a bounce test

 If you do shake your baby make sure to safety pin the plush to the suit so he doesnt prematurely shed his exosekeleton

Now spread that baby fever and show your baby to the world

pics from the ALA 2025 homestuck meetup and supplied by para.dox.cos

Tysm for coming along this ride with me especially if you followed the prototype journey on twitter, much thanks to my more sewing savvy friend for the solution to my grub dilemma and for helping me design and build my dolorosa cosplay <3 much love and hopefully many more homestuck cosplays and meetups to come in the future!

[sweetimpurity]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ day 14!! thank you for everyone sticking with me, it means so much! love you guys 🥺 little bit of bodyguard!Miguel for your feed wc: 1.5k ⋆

“You’re not wearing that out.” He says so bluntly. Leaning up against your bedroom door frame and looking you up and down. He’s hired to protect you and going to a club in a dress like that… it’ll make his job that much harder. 

“Come on… it’s cute. And it’s new. I’m wearing it.” You say, turning away from him towards your vanity mirror. And you can feel his eyes on your ass. Because who could resist? You see the way he looks at you. Even when he’s all grumpy says he’s all business. Your father was always a gruff and serious man so of course he’d hire someone like Miguel to protect you. You’re determined to make him break. 

“Find something else… or put a sweater over it.” He steps forward, crossing his big beefy arms over his chest. His expression is serious. “I don’t have anything else…” 

He scoffs at your comment. Knowing you have more clothes than any one woman needs in her life. “You have a closet full and many options… this is… just please go change, nena…” He says. His voice is as soft and smooth as ever. Glancing at his pleading eyes in the reflection of the mirror. “Fine…” You huff. Turning around to face him. “You pick it out then…” 

He scoffs, starting to protest but you grab his huge hand, pulling him to your big walk in closet. Ignoring his refusal and pulling him to sit in a seat in the corner. “Esto es estúpido…” He sighs, frowning up at you. He’s decked men twice the size of you in the face before, knocking them unconscious, but he can’t seem to fight back or even push back a little when you’re pushing him into the armchair. Huffing and pushing his rolled sleeves up. 

“I will present you with a few different options and you can let me know…” You say formally as if you’re giving a presentation. Clasping your hands together and smiling cheekily at his deadpan pissed off expression. “Just hurry up you’re gonna be late… Hey-” He protests when you start to wrap a silk scarf around his head. Covering his eyes. “I don’t like this.” He grumbles. Gentle giant hands holding your wrists with the slightest of pressure. But he doesn’t force your hand. If anything he’s just noticing how soft your skin is against his rough fingertips.  

“Just relax…” You coo to him. Tying the scarf at the back of his head and pushing his shoulders to lean back in his seat once more. Hearing him mumble Spanish profanities under his breath. 

Over the next ten minutes you try on a few different outfits. Letting him take the blindfold off everytime and see. Ensuring he puts the blindfold back on when you’re changing. Despite his protests that he can just close his eyes. But when you pout pretty please he can’t argue. Sighing and pulling the silk over his eyes. Hearing you rustle around with what he can only hope will be the final outfit of this little dress up party. “Are you done yet?”

“Not yet…” He hears the rustling and sounds of fabric. His legs spread as he sits, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. The baby pink silk looking so foreign with his all black attire he always wears. “Okay I want you to feel this one and guess…” 

“Feel it and guess…? Nena…” 

“Just feel it.” 

“I guess it’s a dress.” He huffs. Wanting to get this over with. 

“Feel it.” 

He sits up a bit in his seat. Reaching his hands out and trying to guess what the material might feel like. Whether it will be silk or sequined or stretchy, soft, scratchy, cold… but it’s warm. It’s so warm and soft. It’s your skin. 

His brow furrows under the scarf, reaching his hands around to find where the fabric starts. His fingertips dancing across your stomach. “What is this?” He mumbles. Feeling increasingly flustered and confused. His hands move up some more. His blindness causes a delay in what he’s feeling to what he knows is there. His fingers spread out, running across, feeling the soft supple roundness of your breasts. But he can’t figure it out. His thumbs run over your perked nipples before it clicks. Instantly pulling his hands away with the quick swish of his blazer. “You-”

“Sorry… I couldn’t help myself…” You whisper. He can feel his cheeks burning under the blindfold. His fingers clenching and fidgeting some. His head down and trying to ignore the desire to feel you again. It was like the softest feeling in the world. So warm and soft and smooth. Like you. Although he has known you to have some sharp spiky edges to you from over the years. But no, your body is soft and supple and perfect. He can’t get the mound of your tits out of his mind. 

“Feel me, Miguel… I want you to touch me, please…” You whisper. Those words making him weak. Feeling the pressure tightening in his pants. He’s trying to find the willpower to refuse you until he feels your hand under his chin, tilting his head up. You step forward, your tummy brushing against the tip of his nose. And he gets to smell you, the perfume you wear mixed with the natural, light smell you exude. It’s maddening. It’s arousing. His head tilting to press his nose to your bare stomach to smell and satiate himself. His lips soon following. Small pecks across your diaphragm until he’s leaving open mouth kisses down to your navel. “You… you’re completely naked?” He hums. And you can feel his warm breath across the expanse of your stomach. “Mhm…” 

You feel a huff of breath leave his lips. Hitting your skin and making you shiver. He curses something under his breath, long arms coming to wrap around you and pull you in. Pulling you to stand between his legs. “You’re a brat, you know that?” 

“I know…” You respond, feeling out of breath already. He smiles between smooches to your soft skin. Pulling you closer still until you have no choice but to climb onto his lap. His big hands move down from your waist to your ass, cupping and squeezing the soft flesh there. Then up to your bare shoulder blades. His lips, his tongue, leading him since his eyes are useless. Moving up and nuzzling blindly into your breasts. Before latching onto one of them with wet warm kisses, sucking and marking your skin. Your fingers running through his hair and pulling gently on the strands. 

You grind on his lap, feeling his growing erection, his need. A swell of satisfaction knowing you made him this way. Knowing he wants you this badly. You knew it all along but he’s always so serious. He needs to loosen up. Or loosen you up. 

His fingers are quick to find your pretty pussy. Blindly yet still expertly finding all the sweet spots. Fingering you with experience that reflects his age. That being a bit older than you. His fingers delving into your velvet perfection and making you drool all over his digits. All over his lap, over the tent in his pants. No one’s ever made you feel so good this fast. And he can’t even see what he’s doing!

“Mmmiguel…” You sigh, invoking growls from his chest. Like his fingers were made for bringing you to orgasm. Your hips rolling into the heel of his palm as you come with a whine. Your sounds are so beautiful when his senses are dialed in like this. Like when his vision is taken away, his hearing becomes even stronger, hanging on your every moan and whimper. Sounds he’s dreamed of hearing you make. Once you come down, his strong arms instantly lift you up, carrying you like it’s nothing. Walking through the walk-in closet with your bedroom his destination in mind. 

“You’re gonna hit the door!” You squeal with a laugh. Reaching a hand out as a bumper so you both don’t wipe out. “This is your fault, I can’t see a thing.” He grins, holding you with one arm and using his other hand to feel for where he’s going. Finally making it back into the bedroom unharmed. “Where’s the bed?” 

“Just take it off!” You giggle, pulling the silk from his face and watching his eyes adjust. A satisfied smile on his face. His lips crash into yours in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth and tasting you, needing you, finally. He lowers you down on the bed with steady strong hands. Making sure you can lie down comfortably. His lips never leaving your and his body slotting between your thighs. 

He’s always been rough and serious, always been able to resist temptation or his own desires, especially when it comes to his job. But he finds himself weak to you. He’ll probably be fired but it will have been worth it…

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[beachyma]

orange soda.

a. donaldson , you | nsfw |

The quiet sprinkle of evening dew quiets your racing nerves with each pitter-patter splashing against the pavement. You lay rested comfortably on the mattress of your boy-best friend's dormitory. You can hear the quickening hum of his heartbeat as you lay against the headboard. You estimated a near 120 beats each minute. A soft smile tugs on your lips at this realization, gently adjusting your position so that your forearm rests recklessly close to the curve in his aqua tennis shorts. He faintly chokes back a cough, a pink hue tinting his cheeks and nose. You glance up at him warmly, "You need water?" a sarcastic laughs leaves your lips. His flushed-red lips widen into a teethy smile, "It's on my nightstand, if you want to hand it me." You snootily roll your eyes in 'way to brush me off' way, twisting your body to grab the aluminum water that rest on his wooden night stand. "Why don't you get a smaller water bottle- this thing weighs a shit ton Art." You complain, surveying the vividly scattered stickers casually placed on the bottle. He places the water bottle to his lips, taking a sip before leaving it to lay in between his thighs, "I need to stay hydrated." he promptly says. You notice the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows, his jaw flexing to a cast a gentle shadow, lining his chin and neck. You scrunch your eyebrows together in disagreement, "and there aren't smaller water bottle that can do the same thing?" you quiz. His coy gaze softens your facial expression, "No." he denotes. "Doesn't it get heavy carrying around every day?" You urge, grabbing the water bottle, swiftly grazing his inner thigh. The sudden movement causes him to flinch, wincing as the cool metal is subsisted by your thumb and pointer finger. You cock an eyebrow at him, a curious look coats your face, "You good?" His body shifts as he sits up from leaning on the headboard, the wooden bed frame creaking in retaliation. "Yeah, I'm fine." he opposes. His pink-hue is punctuality replaced by a cherry-red tinge. A vivid red tints his face, followed by his neck and hands. He almost looks like he'd be hot to the touch. "Never had a girl touch your leg before?" you sarcastically joked, positioning the water bottle back onto the nightstand. "Shut up." He palms his face in mortification, brining his knees to his chest. "Stop acting like a virgin Donaldson." you tease, gently shoving his shoulder to the side. "Fuck off." he groans in desperation. "Oh I bet you'd love me to do that to you." your index finger playfully tracing the length of his thigh. He can only whine in an effort to retaliate, his skin glowing a deep red. "You can do better than that." you mockingly place your hand on his upper thigh, tenderly messaging the muscle, your fingers working carefully near the leg-holes of his tiny shorts. He whimpers at the contact, jerking his leg to the left. A grin dances across your lips, the grip you have on his thigh loosens. Your fingers begin to sketch the lining of his waistband, gently tugging on the stretchy fabric. You pause, gazing attentively at him for a brief moment, his eyes struggling to meet yours. " Art?" you ask, his stare coming to acknowledge yours, a look of desperation masks his face. "Please." he mutters, voice low and soft. "Please what-" you are interrupted by the warmth of his lips against your nape, his hands trailing down the length of your waist, to your hips. A soft moan escapes your lips, fingers rushing to pull at his blonde locks. You can feel the sensation of a cocky grin tug at his lips while he bruises your neck with his mouth, his hands desperately gripping your hips. "Art-" your voice breaks, husky, and rough. "Shit-", you breathe. Art places gentle kisses from your neck to your jaw, finally meeting your lips with his own. They are soft, and have that generic chapstick flavor. He kisses you with a gentleness you're not used to, like as if he made one wrong move, he would hurt you. That thought brings a warmth to your stomach, its tickling and teasing you.

Art beckons you closer, pulling you to his chest with his bicep. You lean into his muscular body, palming his jaw with your hand. His hands restlessly travels your body, cupping your ass with one hand, and gripping the fat of for waist with the other. You shift your body so that your leg rests between his thighs, and you both are kneeling on the mattress. You groan in the kiss, your free hand trails his clothed abs. He whines at your touch, the veins in his hands pop as he shifts his attention to massage the fat of your ass with both hands. Your body jolts at the sudden gesture, causing friction between Art's thigh and your sensitive bud. You moan instinctively, lips parting from his. A quiet whine of absence leaves his lips, his eyes glare lewdly at you."Do that again." he presses, guiding your hips to move forward. You groan at his words, bucking your hips up to achieve that friction once again. Art remains silent, his grip on your hips tightening each time you move back and forth, the lining of your athletic shorts is the only barrier between skin. "Art-," you breathe, "Fuck." your head falls into his shoulder, your hands resting neatly on either side. He winces when your knee promptly grazes his cock. "Please Art-" you slur, the warm feeling in your stomach is replaced by a tightness, Art needily rocking your hips on his thigh, quiet whimpers of approval every time you moan at the slightest change in pace.

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[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: tkdb boys that love your scrunchie

COMMENTS: my second recycled twst prompt...i am STILL COPING!!!

Jin really does not care what anyone else thinks about the soft blue scrunchie on his wrist. You had crammed it over his hand earlier that morning, smiling like a fool as you did so. He allowed it—after all, your silly whims and beautiful smile always melted his heart, and he did so love matching with you. If this was your way of marking him as your own, who was he to refuse? Besides, if anything said anything, he could just cut them down.

Kaito nearly cries when you gently pull his arm towards you, stretching the elastic of the scrunchie to fit it over his hand. His heart nearly bursts in his chest as the scrunchie snaps against his wrist, and in that moment he vows to never take it off. It’s a precious gift from you, a sign that you really truly love him (and only him!) He would be a fool to take it off! Oh, but if the scent of your shampoo wears off, he may shyly shuffle over to you and ask you to wear it for him again.

Alan is so stone faced even as he wears your scrunchie, but don’t let that fool you. He is hyper aware of everything he does with it on his wrist—oh, heaven forbid he gets dirt or dust or even blood on it, he will be so upset. You can tell him it’s not a big deal, but the yellow fabric is precious to him because you gave it to him. It’s a gift from you, even if he’s only borrowing it for a little while. He needs to keep it safe—and by extension, you.

Haru only wears it on his very very very rare days off. He doesn’t want to ruin it!! He would be so sad if the bright orange fabric got stained by one of the animals...or if one of them ate it thinking it was food...ripped it because they were gnawing a little too hard...Haru would be devastated. He treasures everything you give him so deeply, even if it's only a silly hair tie to others.

Taiga does not particularly care that his hair is too short, thank you very much. Actually, who are you again? Just kidding, kitten, you don’t have to pout at him like that. You’d think he likes stealing your scrunchie just to annoy the hell out of you, but he really does do it because he likes it. Well...both your pouting and the hair tie itself, really. Hey, you knew what you were getting into with him!

Subaru does not want to offend you. In fact, that is the very last thing he wants to do ever. And so, when you leave your scrunchie for him after one of your visits to Hotarubi, he returns it as soon as possible while apologizing profusely. What do you mean you left it on purpose? It’s so pretty, the shade of purple matches his uniform and—oh, you want him to wear it? Well, how can he say no to you when you look at him like that?

Lyca often wonders about the stretchy fabric you use to tie back your hair. It’s a deep purple, much like his uniform (which he likes more than he’d care to admit), but he doesn’t truly understand the appeal until you give it to him. It smells sweet, just like you. It never leaves his wrist. He doesn’t care that people are looking at him weird for sniffing it whenever he misses you—it's none of their business anyway.

Yuri wakes up at his work desk as usual, bleary eyed and mildly nauseous. It takes him reaching up to rub his eyes to realize that you left a gift around his wrist—a light blue scrunchie, soft and smelling of your shampoo. His cheeks turn a fiery pink and he freezes, hand twitching like the scrunchie is giving him an allergic reaction or something. He is short circuiting, staring wide eyed at the hair tie that has held your hair up, it has touched you and you have touched it, day after day after day and ohhh how is he supposed to deal with this!?

[amkyor]

S. TODOROKI SHORT STORY

Short note: This short story was originally in mha guys react to reader using a pickup line on them but I thought it deserved its own section so here it is!! This section is still in the mha guys link though!! Also, chapter 21 of my Bakugo x Reader is out. Check it out!! Link at the end of this post!!

Unique Beauty ᡣ𐭩

The warm glow of the small lamp in the corner of the room cast soft, golden hues across the walls, giving the space a cozy and intimate ambiance.

You were seated on the floor in your apartment, cross-legged on the plush rug, with Todoroki sitting directly across from you.

His mismatched eyes watched you curiously, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips as he observed the items you’d brought back from the bathroom.

In your hands were two face masks—both contained in sleek, colorful pouches—and a pair of headbands.

You had been gifted the masks a few days ago by a friend who swore they were amazing for relaxation, and the idea of doing them with Todoroki had popped into your head immediately.

Surprisingly, he had agreed without hesitation, his calm demeanor making it clear he didn’t mind indulging you in small things like this.

"Alright," you said, breaking the silence as you placed everything on the floor between you. "First things first, we need to keep our hair out of the way."

Todoroki’s gaze shifted to the headbands, his brows furrowing slightly. “We’re wearing those?” he asked, his tone neutral but laced with faint curiosity.

You chuckled, holding one up for him to see. “Yes, we are. Unless you want face mask goo in your hair, which I’m guessing you don’t.”

He tilted his head slightly, considering your words before nodding. “Fair enough.”

With a smile, you picked up the other headband and slipped it over your own head.

The stretchy fabric was soft against your skin as you carefully positioned it, pulling back the strands of your hair that framed your face.

You adjusted it a few times, making sure it sat just right, and then tucked any loose pieces behind your ears.

“There,” you said, sitting back and giving him a small grin. “See? Easy.”

Todoroki watched you intently, his heterochromatic eyes following your movements as if committing every detail to memory.

Though his expression remained composed, you could tell he was slightly intrigued by the whole process.

“You look cute,” he said suddenly, his tone as straightforward as ever but carrying a certain warmth that made your cheeks flush.

You laughed softly, brushing off the compliment as you reached for the second headband.

“It’s just a headband, Shoto,” you teased, though you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips.

He shrugged, leaning forward slightly as you prepared to hand him the other headband.

“Still,” he said simply, and the sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat.

Shaking off the sudden flutter in your chest, you turned your focus back to the task at hand, ready to guide him through the next step in your little self-care ritual.

You handed Todoroki the second headband, watching as he stared at it like it was some foreign object.

“Just put it on like I did,” you said, demonstrating with your hands how to stretch it out and slide it over your head.

He gave a small nod and attempted to mimic your movements.

The result was… less than perfect.

The headband sat askew, one side bunched up near his temple, while the other was twisted and barely holding back his hair.

A few strands stubbornly stuck out, and the sight was so adorably Todoroki that you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“You’re—” you tried to speak between giggles, “you’re not supposed to wear it like that!”

Todoroki blinked at you, completely unbothered by your amusement. “What’s wrong with it?” he asked, his tone as calm as ever.

You leaned forward, still chuckling. “Everything is wrong with it, Shoto. Here, let me fix it.”

Without waiting for his reply, you scooted closer and reached out to adjust the headband yourself.

He sat still as you worked, his eyes fixed on your face as your fingers carefully untangled the fabric and smoothed it over his head.

The world seemed to slow down as you pushed his hair back, revealing more of his face.

His dual-colored strands fell neatly under the band, and his forehead came into view, unencumbered by the usual fringe of hair.

Your movements faltered for just a moment as your eyes fell on his scar.

With his hair pulled away, it was more visible than ever, its jagged edges a stark contrast against his otherwise flawless skin.

You felt your breath catch in your throat, not out of discomfort but because of how striking he looked.

“There,” you whispered softly, finishing the adjustment and making sure the headband was sitting properly.

You were inches away from him now, your hands lingering near his face.

His mismatched eyes met yours, and for a second, neither of you moved.

Unable to help yourself, you let your fingertips brush against his cheek, your thumb instinctively tracing over the edge of his scar.

His skin was warm under your touch, and the texture of the scar was slightly raised but smooth.

“Shoto…” you murmured, your voice barely audible.

His eyes softened, and though he didn’t say anything, the way he leaned ever so slightly into your touch spoke volumes.

Todoroki’s mismatched eyes widened slightly at your words, the faintest hint of surprise flickering across his usually calm expression.

He blinked, as if trying to process the depth of what you’d just said.

For a moment, the room was silent save for the soft hum of the heater in the background.

You kept your hand on his cheek, your thumb brushing over his scar again as you offered him a warm smile. “I don’t see a flaw when I look at you; I see a story that’s made you who you are,” you said softly.

The weight of your words seemed to settle over him, and his lips parted slightly as though he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the right words.

“Scars are like badges of courage,” you continued, your voice filled with sincerity. “I can tell you’ve faced something and come out stronger. That scar doesn’t take away from your beauty—it adds to it. It’s a part of you that makes you uniquely beautiful.”

His breath hitched almost imperceptibly, and you could see the faintest dusting of pink creeping up his neck and settling on his cheeks.

His gaze softened further, the hard lines of his face melting away into something so tender it made your chest ache.

“You really think that?” he finally asked, his voice low and slightly hoarse.

You nodded without hesitation. “I don’t just think it, Shoto—I know it.”

For a moment, he simply looked at you, his expression unreadable.

Then, slowly, his hand came up to rest over yours, the warmth of his palm enveloping your fingers. He held your hand against his cheek, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a quiet gesture of gratitude and affection.

“You always know what to say,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I… I’ve never really thought of it that way.”

“Well, you should,” you said with a small laugh, trying to ease the intensity of the moment. “You’re pretty amazing, Shoto. Scars and all.”

His lips curved into the smallest of smiles, a genuine one that reached his eyes. “I think you’re the amazing one,” he replied, his voice still soft but filled with a kind of reverence that made your heart skip a beat.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead gently against yours. “Thank you,” he whispered, the words carrying more weight than you could have imagined.

You smiled back at him, feeling an overwhelming sense of warmth and love in the quiet intimacy of the moment. “Always,” you whispered back.

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