#Undergarments Stores Near Me

[katrinakimble]

Your Guide to the Best Lingerie Stores Near Me

Finding the perfect lingerie is not just about aesthetics—it’s about comfort, confidence, and feeling your best. Whether you’re hunting for comfy everyday pieces or hoping to find something extra special for your wardrobe, shopping for undergarments can be a fun and exciting experience. But with so many options out there, how do you know where to go? Searching for "lingerie stores near me" can be overwhelming, but don't worry. This blog post will guide you in exploring some of the best undergarment’s shops nearby.

1. Why Shop at Local Lingerie Stores?

Shopping for undergarments is a personal experience, and local shops often offer that tailored touch. Here are a few reasons why choosing a local shop might be your best option:

Personalized Fittings: Many local shops have expert staff who specialize in bra fittings. They can help you find the perfect size, ensuring that you’re comfortable and well-supported.

Exclusive Collections: Boutique often carry unique, high-quality collections that you won’t find at larger retail chains.

Supporting Small Businesses: By shopping locally, you're contributing to your community and helping small businesses thrive.

Intimate Shopping Experience: Smaller boutiques usually provide a more personal, relaxed shopping experience, helping you feel at ease.

2. What to Expect from a Quality Lingerie Store

When searching for "lingerie stores near me," it’s essential to know what qualities to look for. A great store should provide:

Variety in Sizes and Styles: Whether you’re looking for something practical or luxurious, a good underwear store should cater to a wide range of body types and preferences.

Expert Staff: Knowledgeable staff can guide you through the process, helping you select the best pieces for your needs. From finding the right cup size to choosing the perfect fabric, their expertise can make all the difference.

Inclusive Atmosphere: Body positivity is key in any bra shopping experience. The best stores promote inclusivity and body diversity, offering options for all shapes and sizes.

3. Top Tips for Shopping at Lingerie Stores Near Me

Shopping for undergarments can sometimes be daunting, but with the right tips, you’ll have a much smoother experience. Consider these important points:

Get a Professional Fitting: If you haven’t had a bra fitting in over a year, now’s the time. Your body changes over time, and wearing the right size is essential for comfort and confidence.

Consider Your Wardrobe Needs: Are you looking for everyday bras, something for a special occasion, or pieces that make you feel empowered? Identifying your requirements will streamline your choices.

Try Different Styles: Don’t be afraid to step outside your comfort zone. Undergarments are a form of self-expression, so explore different cuts, colors, and materials.

Ask for Recommendations: The staff in these shops are often well-versed in the products they carry. Don’t hesitate to ask for suggestions based on your preferences and body shape.

4. Popular Lingerie Stores Near Me in Missouri, USA

If you're based in Missouri, USA, you're in luck! The state has several excellent shops that cater to various needs and preferences. Here are a few top recommendations:

Brashop.com (Missouri): For an online-first experience with expert guidance and a wide selection, brashop.com is a top choice. Offering personalized fittings and an array of sizes, they ensure you get the perfect bra for any occasion. Their online services are convenient, and they’re known for supporting women in finding bras that truly fit.

Honeysuckle Rose Lingerie (Springfield, MO): Known for its warm customer service and inclusive sizing options, Honeysuckle Rose store offers a boutique shopping experience that caters to women of all shapes and sizes.

LiviRae Lingerie (Kansas City, MO): This shop specializes in personalized bra fittings and unique collections, ensuring that every customer finds something comfortable and stylish.

Intimate Designs (St. Louis, MO): Intimate Designs offers a diverse range of underwear options, from everyday essentials to luxury pieces. Their professional fitting services make it easier to find something that suits your body and needs.

Missouri's undergarments scene is full of vibrant shops offering everything from high-end luxury pieces to affordable, everyday essentials. Whether you’re shopping in-store or online with brashop.com, you’ll find exactly what you need to feel confident and comfortable.

5. The Importance of Lingerie as Self-Care

Undergarments aren’t just about looking good for someone else—it’s about how you feel in your own skin. The right underwear can lift your confidence, give your body the support it needs, and make you feel incredible. Here’s why underwear shopping is a form of self-care:

Comfort First: Wearing well-fitting underwear that makes you feel good can have a significant impact on your mood and posture.

Confidence Boost: When you know you’re wearing something beautiful and flattering, it reflects in your confidence and how you carry yourself.

Body Positivity: Undergarments shopping is a celebration of your unique shape and size. Finding pieces that fit well and make you feel great is a reminder that everybody is beautiful.

6. Final Thoughts

Finding the best lingerie stores near me doesn’t have to be a challenge. By seeking out local shops with knowledgeable staff, a variety of options, and an inclusive atmosphere, you’re setting yourself up for a positive shopping experience. Whether you’re looking for a practical everyday bra or something luxurious, local shops can offer exactly what you need.

So, what are you waiting for? Use this guide to start exploring the best stores near you and discover the perfect pieces that make you feel confident, comfortable, and empowered!

[nikkisheep]

Pretty Like That

Daryl Dixon x female!reader

Warnings: age gap (Daryl is in his 40s and reader is in her 20s), sexual tension, SMUT, oral (f), fingering, overstimulaton, thigh riding, unprotected sex, degradation (use of slut, whore), hair pulling, kissing, Daryl whimpers, insecure Daryl about his scars, slightly perv Daryl (he watches reader change)

Summary: After spending a supply run together, the sexual tension between you and a certain archer becomes almost too much and threatens to overcome the both of you.

Song Rec while reading:

wRoNg: ZAYN

Worship: Ari Abdul

Shameless: Camila Cabello

Daryl Dixon was known to have a short temper, and an even shorter patience tolerance. When Michonne and Gabriel sent him on a supply run with none other than you, he knew that he would have to keep his cool or he will lose his mind and he can't risk that. He thought that if he just ignored the way his breath hitched in his throat when your breasts bounce in your black tank top with every step you take to his motorcycle.

"Hiya, Daryl!" You call as you sling your bow and arrow over your shoulder before making yourself comfortable on his bike.

He just grunts in return before kicking the kickstand up and taking off. Your hands wrap around his torso and he takes a deep breath as he reminds himself that he needs to breathe through his nose or he is gonna pass out.

---

You hummed to yourself as you walked through the store in a small run down town. It was a clothing store, or well was once before the world ended. Clothes were hanging on the racks and then you saw the underwear section. It was perfect. You needed new panties and you knew that some of the other ladies at Alexandria would enjoy new pairs. You went to the shelves and started packing as many as you could before turning to Daryl when you found some see through lace panties.

"Hey, Daryl?" You ask quietly.

"What? Ya good?" He asked, small panic rushing into his brain. Hopefully you didn't hurt yourself. He had only left you in that section of the store for maybe five minutes.

"Do you think these would make my butt look good?" You ask with a serious face while holding up the undergarments.

"For fuck's sake!" He groaned as he turns away. "Don't ask stupid shit like that." He takes a moment before turning back around and replied, "Yes they would make your butt look good."

You turned away from him with a smile. You grabbed a couple more like that pair in your size and threw them into your pack. After searching a couple more store, you and Daryl started back into the woods and went tracking for something to eat. Night fell upon the two of you before you knew it and you looked for a place to set up camp in a small house just a few miles from the town.

Checking to see if there were any walkers, you and Daryl made your way into the semi-decent house. It was no where near perfect but it would be good for the night before you leave for the next town in the morning.

Daryl came into the house with some firewood and threw it into the fireplace. You looked around the house for lanterns to have light and lit some matches inside of them. Once the house had some light, it dawned on you that it was just you and Daryl in this house. The fireplace sent a yellowish orange lighting onto Daryl and his blue eyes shone in contrast to the lighting. You stood at the stove and was heating up some beans and bread that you had found in a store. You smiled at idea of living with Daryl and cooking for him. You smiled at the idea of a possible normal life as normal as it could be in the end of the world.

Sitting down across from Daryl, the two of you ate your food. Daryl kept his eyes on his bowl and didn't look up at you until you cleared your throat.

"You don't like me, do you?"

Daryl put his spoon in his bowl, shoveling a bunch of the beans into his mouth before setting the bowl on the floor beside him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then he turned his head to look at you. He fought to keep his eyes connected to yours instead of looking at your rising and falling chest. God he felt like he was a creep, like he was a teenager again. It wasn't him trying to sexualize you, he really didn't mean to but when you were looking at him like that, breathing like that, he was really struggling to maintain eye contact.

"I don't hate ya," He says, his blue eyes darting in between yours and the wall behind you.

You shuffle closer to him before placing your hand on his chin, turning his face to you. His eyes stayed on your face, suddenly he was at a loss of words, not that he had many in the first place but still.

"If you didn't hate me, you would be able to look at me for more than two seconds before scoffing and turning away," You giggle with a smile and then move closer. "What is it about me that you don't like looking at?"

You had the biggest crush on Daryl Dixon and you barely tried to hide it from anyone but him. He was tall, strong, handsome, and very, very good at protecting people. He had a hard exterior, but he was really a big softy for the people he cared for. How could you not like him?

"There isn't anythin' 'hat I don't like lookin' at," He says, blush creeping up his face. "I jus' don't know why ya make me crazy."

"I make you go crazy, Daryl?" You ask. "You have no idea how crazy you make me."

Your faces creep closer, you were basically straddling the archer as you pressed yourself closer to his body, desperate for his warmth. Your eyes flicker to his lips quickly before snapping back to his cool eyes. You wondered what his lips would feel like on yours. What they would feel like running over your body.

Daryl's hands came up to your face to move some hair out of your eyes and he cupped your jaw. He tilted his head up, barely, almost brushing your plump lips. Your lips part slightly, ready to grant Daryl's full permission to do whatever he wanted to do to yours. Just as the distance was about to close, your eyes closing, breathing heavily, a walker's growl could be heard from outside the window and Daryl all but throws you off him (not really much of a throw, just nudging you off him quickly), and he takes care of the walker. He stabs the monster in the head, blood splattering onto his face and clothes before he turns to you and then walks out of the house.

----

Making your way through the woods, Daryl refused to say anything to you. You had tried to make small talk but he ignored you. He kept walking as he scanned for prey, hopefully a deer or a pig. He didn't really care, as long as he had something to kill and take his mind off the way that you made him feel last night. You were so much younger than himself and he didn't want to seem like a creepy old man who would nut in his pants from just seeing your tits bounce a few times.

Daryl would have intense dreams where your tits were bouncing because you were bouncing on his dick and he was pulling your hair back so your neck was arched backwards and he would mark you up as his while you rode him.

He shook the thoughts from his mind as he remembers that you were right behind him. He turned to you to see you kneeling down by the ground, looking at tracks on the ground.

"What are ya lookin' at?" He asked, his voice startling you before you relaxed.

You looked up at him before pointing left.

"These are fresh tracks, looks like a deer."

"Good, let's go."

"I need to apologize about what happened last night," You said as you walked quietly.

"Shhh," He said.

"I really am sorry about that, Daryl, I don't know what overcame me."

"I said, shhh, girl."

Just as you crept down behind a fallen tree, the deer walked out from behind the tall grass and started to eat at the fallen nuts on the ground. As much as you were hoping to be able to pay attention, Daryl's scent filled your nose as you realized how close you were and you could feel your panties dampen at the sight in front of you. You looked at Daryl and saw his thick muscles of his arms flex as he lifted his crossbow and aimed at the deer. You watched as he licked his lips gently as he closed one of his eyes. You watched his chest move with his breathing. You noticed everything. You needed to get this deer and then get back home before you tried to fuck him right out in the open woods.

"Let's go home," you said as you loaded the deer onto his bike.

"We are supposed to hit another town just a few miles over," He said.

"Yes but we have a deer which will draw more walkers to us," You said. "Let's drop it off with our people and then come out again."

---

Daryl listened to you because he knew you would throw a fit and then he would want to fuck your attitude away. He didn't just want to fuck you, he wanted to love you. He wanted to come home to you every night, fuck you to sleep, and then cuddle with you as he tells you about his day. Before you, he never thought that he would want the "normal" life like everyone else. He never had anyone to come home to and he had become used to it. Now he wanted to share a home with you. He wanted to take care of you. He wanted to protect you.

While the two of you were camping out in the woods, your shirt and pants had been torn after a run in with a herd of walkers. You told Daryl that you were going to change and then you went behind his poncho hanging up on a branch. You thought that you were covered completely, but the poncho had other plans as it had fallen from the branch while you were turned away. Your entire body was on display for Daryl as you bent over in just your black panties to pick up a shirt you had gotten from the run down shop the other day.

Daryl knew that he should have turned away, to respect you, but something in his sick, twisted mind, he kept looking. He saw your skin shine in the bright moon light. He saw every curve you have and he wanted nothing more than to just mark every inch of your skin as his. You were his, even if you didn't know yet. He eventually couldn't handle it anymore and moved to pick up the poncho. His footsteps made you turn away but he had already covered you with the poncho.

"It slipped from the branch and I didn't want ya to be uncomfortable," He said as he stepped closer to cover your body completely.

"Thank you," You smile as you tilt your head up to look at him in his eyes. His hands were on your hips as he wrapped you up. You bit your lip softly and his thumb came up to release your bottom lip from your teeth, slowly stroking over it with such care. His eyes watched for your reaction and you had none but heavy breathing. He licked his own lips quickly and leaned in slightly, still checking your eyes for any sign of you not wanting his actions, finding none. Just as his lips were brushing yours, a hiss came from the fire as it died out and the world went dark.

He quickly pulled away and turned away from you. He cleared his throat and then muttered a quick "sorry" and then went to rebuild the fire.

---

Arriving back at your house after a few days being gone, you took a shower as soon as you got home. You walked into your room in just a towel before pulling out clothing from your closet. The shirt you picked out was one of Daryl's button downs that you stole when you were staying in his house before moving into your own.

Daryl walked up to your room as he needed to talk to you about the other night. He didn't know what had came over him but he needed to clear it up with you. He knocked on your door, thinking of all the things he would say but as soon as the door opened and you revealed that you were in just a shirt and panties. Just not any shirt, his shirt. His shirt was on your body. Your naked body. He didn't know what made him grab your face and pull you into a searing kiss, but he pulled your body closer to his as he walked you backwards into the room.

He kicked the door closed and turned you against it. He started to leave kisses down from your lips to your neck. He sucked at your pulse point and then your hands pulled his face back up to yours. His lips enclosed yours as you messily made out against your door. His hand went to the back of your knee and wrapped it around his hip, opening you up to him as his clothed core ground into yours as your hand found his hair. He let out a groan as your fingers twisted into his long strands.

Daryl's mouth pressed against yours as he swallowed your every sound as you whimpered for more. Daryl's fingers slid down to your panties and teased your clit behind the fabric. His fingers glided against your clothed clit in tight circles as you moaned for him, begging him to fuck you. A smirk came over his face as your head lulled back, opening your neck to him. He started to suck on your sweet spot as his fingers slid your underwear to the side and sunk in to the knuckle.

"Fuuuuuck," You groan as Daryl's fingers started to pump in and out of your body. Daryl smiled at you as he slowly kissed lower and lower as he removed his hand from your panties to rip open his shirt. He kissed down your body, slowly sucking on your nipples and lulling his tongue over the nipple before biting it softly, causing you to gasp in slight pain.

"You like it when I touch ya like this?" He asks, running his middle finger up your slit before popping it into his mouth to suck the juices off of it. "Fuck, ya sweeter than I thought."

"Daryl," You moan as he slowly kisses your thighs, your back arching off the wall.

"Move to the bed and spread your legs for me like a good littl' slut," He demands. The derogatory name made you feel more slick drip from your pussy.

Daryl slowly pulled his shirt over his head, wincing as your eyes roam over his scars. He goes to put his shirt back on but you move to stop him.

"Don't hide from me," You say softly. "You're beautiful."

You move to the edge of the bed and press a kiss to the scar on his chest, then the one on his torso. You lick up the one on his collarbone. You turn him around and you kiss each one on his back. You trace them as if you were tracing roads on a map.

"You are so beautiful, Daryl," You whisper against his skin before turning him around to face you. "Every inch of you is beautiful, even the damaged parts."

Something snaps inside of him and he pushes you back gently and he crawls over you like a predator to his prey. He kissed your lips and then he started to kiss down your body, tracing every curve into his muscle memory. He wanted to savor this into his mind forever.

"Did I ever tell ya 'hat ya make me crazy?" He asks.

"Maybe once before," You giggle but it quickly turn into a moan when he licks up your pussy. You grip onto the sheets, holding you grounded to earth before you floated away. Daryl notices you holding onto the sheets and he grabs your hands, making you think that he just wanted to hold them but he then moves them to his hair. He nods at you and then curls his tongue inside you which makes you cry out and tug at his hair. He moans against you and slips a finger inside your weeping hole which he then pays more attention to your clit with his tongue.

"Cum for me," he moans against you. His eyes watch as the band inside your stomach snaps as he continues to add another finger and play with your cunt. Your hips start to wiggle away from him but he pulls your body flush against his face as there is no room for any air for him to possibly breathe. All he could breathe in was you. He could only see you, taste you, and breathe you. He was alive for you and this sole moment.

Eventually Daryl had pulled two more climaxes out of you and he then starts to kiss back up your twitching body. He rolls over and goes to cuddle you but you lay there confused.

"We are not done," You smile before climbing onto his thigh. Slotting your legs on each side, you slowly start to grind down onto him. He sits up and places his hands onto your hips, helping your movements.

"Fuck ya such as whore for me, ya gotta fuck my thigh?" He says with a smirk.

"Please," You moan out, head falling back.

Daryl pushes you off of him long enough to take his pants and underwear off and then he pats his lap, beckoning you to come closer. You move into his lap and he places your hands on his shoulders as he moves his cock to be lined up with your entrance.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks, making sure that you were one hundred percent certain that you wanted him to do this.

"Please, Daryl, just fuck me!" You groan out and then Daryl eases his tip into your weeping pussy.

"Fuck," You moan as you slowly stretch on his dick. "Please, just get inside me!"

Daryl looks at you for one second, taking in your face before cupping your cheek. He then snaps his hips forward and his entire dick goes inside you, kissing your cervix lightly. You scream at the intrusion and he gently soothes your hair as he speaks praise into your ear. He then pulls almost all the way out and then snaps back inside harshly. Your hands cling to his shoulders as one arm wraps around his neck and grip onto his shoulder. Daryl's arm wraps around your torso and the other hooks under your arm and his hand grips your shoulder, squeezing tightly as he pounds into your pussy with slow, harsh thrusts.

You head falls backward as Daryl's fingers wrap into your hair and pulls your face closer to his so he roughly kiss you. It was messy, all teeth and spit dripping everywhere. Your lips moved in fierce movements as they tried to keep up with each others. Your hips bounced against Daryl's as the two of you tried to get to the finish line. Daryl grips you tightly before using his body weight to flip the two of you over and he catches himself with one arm on the bed as your legs wrapped around his torso, your arms holding onto him for dear life as he fucked into you with punishing thrusts.

Daryl's dick moved inside of you in fast, rough movements, hitting your cervix at times but was always hitting your g-spot. Your head was thrown back as you cling to him and he moves one hand to the headboard as he stares down at you, your hair laying out around your head like a crown and he whimpered when your pussy clenched around his thick cock. He gently moved your legs down from his torso and spread you out further as he moved back onto his knees, leaning over through his arms to kiss your forehead before he reared his hips back, and snapped them forward, driving home in a hard thrust.

You scream in pleasure and borderline pain but it was so good. You dig your nails into Daryl's back as he drops his head into your neck as his hands are clinging to the headboard that was beating a possible hole into the wall as you plant one hand against the base of the headboard to keep your head from slamming into it. Your mouth is agape as Daryl nibbles on your collarbone as his hips slam into yours, surely leaving bruises that you will feel for days after this.

"Fuck ya look so pretty, looking at me like that," He moans as you throw your head back into the pillows, begging him for more, to make you come.

"You wanna cum?" He asks, one of his hands slipping from the headboard and coming down to rub fast circles on your clit, adding fuel to the fire that is boiling inside your core. Your body screamed for release.

"You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" He smirks. "Fuck ya feel so good, baby. This pussy was built for me. God, I don't 'ver wanna leave it. Jesus, look at that. Your pussy is just sucking me in, she don't want me to leave either."

You moan at his filthy words before begging him to let you cum. Your hands reach for his neck and pulls him down to kiss him. Just as his lips brush against yours, the band inside you snaps and you let out a muffled scream against his lips. He was close already before you came but after feeling you cum around his cock, he knew that it was just a matter of time before he cumming all over you.

"Daryl, cum inside me."

Those four words made his hips snap faster against yours and then you felt him still against you, then a warm liquid spilled inside you as Daryl's body shuddered above you. You heard him whimper and groan as more and more ropes of thick cum spilled from his dick. Your hands rub up and down his back as you kissed his collarbone.

Daryl rolled over and pulled you with him, lifting you off his softening dick and then covered you both with your blanket. He kissed your forehead and moved the few strands of hair from your face and then kissed your lips.

"Can I ask a question?" You ask as you draw circles on his chest.

Daryl just grunts in response.

"Do you still not like me?"

"I swear to God woman. You still think I don't like ya?"

"Well, I can't be too careful," You smile up at him. "So do you like me?"

He leaned his head down and kissed you on the lips, soft and slow, before fulling back.

"Does that answer your question?" He asks with a huff.

"I'm not fully convinced," You smile before climbing back on top of him and starts pressing kisses to his neck.

"Ya're gonna kill me, woman!" He groans with a smile before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into a crushing kiss, rolling on top of you to further prove that he likes you.

Maybe he does like you. But who can really tell?

[keegansgurl]

Summary: The reader seeks help from her friendly and especially handsome neighbor Rodolfo when she realizes they she's being stalked.

Warnings!!! Stalking, Breaking and Entering, theft of undergarments, general 18+ themes.

You step off the bus with an exhausted sight, gaze fixed on your apartment complex, waiting for you half a block down the street. You've just gotten off a particularly grueling 48-hour shift at the ER. And exhausted doesn't even begin to cover how you feel.

You trudge down the cracked sidewalk, passing under the dim street lamps that barely work anymore. The street is void of other people since it's well past midnight. But you can't help get an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach as you walk. It feels like someone is watching you.

You quicken your pace and hurry toward the relative safety of your apartment complex. The complex is better-lit than the street, and there are still a couple of working cameras bolted to the top of the building. You make it to the entrance of the complex and dare a glance back toward the street behind you.

It's still just as empty as it was before. But you still can't shake that uneasy feeling you've got.

You adjust your bag on your shoulder and ascend the stairs up to your apartment on the 4th floor. You hurry up the steps at a quickened pace and breathe a sigh of relief once you reach the long hallway of your floor. The hallway is straight and lit well, leaving no places for anyone to hide. You head down the hall and are about to reach your door when you hear heavy footsteps behind you. You freeze up as the footsteps near and dare to turn your head.

"Evening, YN." A male voice sounds as you turn toward it.

Your nerves calm when you realize that it's just your neighbor, Rodolfo, greeting you. From the looks of him, he's also just coming back from work. He's in the military if you remember right. And works long shifts just like you do.

"Rodolfo. You scared me!" You laugh it off with a friendly smile.

"I did?" Rodolfo replies. "Sorry, YN." He is quick to apologize.

You laugh again at your neighbor's lack of humor. "It's fine." You assure him. "I was only joking. Goodnight, Rodolfo." You smile at him again and fish out your keys from your pocket.

"Right. Good." Rodolfo nods. "Goodnight, YN. And hey, my friends call me Rudy, remember?" He reminds you.

"Goodnight, Rudy." You correct yourself with a small laugh and head inside your apartment.

You close the door behind you and lock it. That uneasy feeling you had is gone now. But you can't help but wonder if it was Rodolfo unknowingly following you back out on the street and you just didn't notice him. Regardless, you're tired so you put your things away and head straight to bed, saving a shower for in the morning.

The next morning you wake up around 10 am and finally rinse off in the shower. You're off work for the next three days so it's time to get some stuff done around the house. And there is plenty to do. You've got laundry piling up that needs washed. A sink full of dishes that need to be cleaned. And your fridge is nearly void of any edible foods. Not to mention your apartment could use some general tidying up as well.

You decide to start with the laundry and make a list of stuff you need from the store while you're at it. You gather up all your dirty clothes and toss them into a hamper before making your way down to the laundry room in the basement of the building. People are milling around in the halls and outside now that's its day again. You pass a few neighbors on your way down to the basement and greet swap the usual friendly smiles and hellos.

Down in the basement, you toss your laundry into one of the larger machines and then get to work on your grocery list. The washing machine rumbles to life as you sit on a bench off to the side of the room and begin silently meal planning for the week. With the machine being so loud you don't hear someone coming down the stairs. And it isn't until said person blocks the light coming from the hall and casts a shadow into the room do you look up from your list.

"Hmm? Oh, Rodolfo! Good morning." You find your neighbor once again gracing you with his presence.

"Good morning, YN." Rodolfo nods, holding a basket of laundry to his side. "You off of work today as well?" He asks you casually.

You nod and set your list aside for a moment. "Yeah, finally." You joke. "Things have been crazy down at the ER these past few weeks. So many shootings and other gang attacks." You shake your head.

Rodolfo nods knowingly and walks over to one of the vacant machines. "Crime rates have never been higher in Las Almas." He shakes his head as well. "Damn Narcos. We just can't seem to get rid of them." He grumbles to himself.

"I'm sure that you and the rest of your Los Vaqueros buddies are doing their best." You reply with an assuring smile.

Rodolfo turns back around to face you at the mention of Los Vaqueros. He quirks an eyebrow at you. "Where did you hear about Los Vaqueros?" He asks you. "I thought it was only the military community that was in on that joke."

"Oh, the ladies on the non-emergency floor love to talk about the rough and tough cowboys always coming in for minor injuries and checks." You giggle. "They love bragging about all the eye candy that comes through their floor every week."

The washing machine housing your clothes rumbles to a stop so you saunter over to it and toss them all back into the basket. You take the basket and walk it over to the tower of dryers a few feet away and toss them back into the machine.

"You work on the ER floor, right?" Rodolfo asks you.

"Mhm. In 48-hour shifts usually." You nod and start the dryer. "Why do you ask?"

Rodolfo shrugs and leans on the washing machine he's using. "Did anyone get off the bus with you last night?" He asks you. "I don't want to sound alarming. But there was some guy lurking out by your stop looking really shady last night when I passed by it." He explains.

Your eyes widen in surprise. Was someone following you last night?

"No. I was the only one that got off at that stop." You shake your head. "I didn't see anyone when I got off either." You add, now visibly a bit freaked out.

Rodolfo notices the uneasy look on your face and walks over to you. "Hey. I'm sure it was nothing, right? Probably just someone waiting for the bus to come back around." He attempts to ease your worry.

"Yeah, probably." You agree.

Rodolfo changes the subject to soccer to ease the tension in the room. The two of you chat for a bit until your dryer finishes its cycle. You gather up your clean clothes and bid goodbye to Rodolfo.

"Well. Thanks for the chat, Rudy. I'll catch you later." You smile at him before heading up the stairs back to your apartment.

"Yeah, see you later, YN. Have a good day." Rodolfo waves to you as you walk off.

You head up back to your apartment and put your clothes away. Once everything is put away you grab your purse and head off to wait for the bus.

Outside, the sun is high in the sky and beating down in waves of heat. People of all sorts are out and about in the neighborhood as you walk down the sidewalk to the ruddy bus stop sign down the block. The worn out sign is accompanied by a rusty bench. A little old woman is sitting on said bench when you approach the stop. You offer her a smile and fetch a book to read from your bag while you wait for the bus to arrive.

You get a few pages into your book when that same uneasy feeling from last next suddenly overtakes you. You cautiously peer over the top of your book and scan the area. At first, no one around you raises any red flags. But when you glance across the street, your eyes land on a strangely familiar man leaning against the alleyway entrance across the way. He's wearing sunglasses and a torn-up baseball cap, so you can't make out his face. But you swear you've seen him before. And you may not be able to see where his eyes are looking behind those mirrored sunglasses. But you get the uneasy feeling that it's you he's staring at.

Thankfully, the bus comes around the corner and pulls in front of the stop. You put your book back in its bag and help the little old lady next to you up the steps up into the bus. After she's settled, you find an empty seat and settle down for the ride. You go back to reading your book, thankful that the man from across the street didn't make any motion to get on the bus with you.

You pick up everything you need at the market and catch the bus back to your neighborhood. The trip goes off without any other problems and you are relieved to find the creepy man from before gone when you get back from your trip.

You head back to you apartment with your arms hauling four grocery bags up the stairs. You make it to the hallway on the 4th floor and set your bags down in front of your door so you can fish your keys out of your purse. You get your keys out of your purse and attempt to unlock the door. But there's just one problem.

The door is already unlocked.

"What the hell?" You pull your key out of the lock with a puzzled look.

Had you forgotten to lock it before you left? No. You are almost positive that you locked it. You never forget to lock the door before you leave. Especially since you're a woman living alone.

Paranoia gets the better of you and turn around to the apartment door one down from yours. You silently pray that your neighbor is home and knock sharply on the faded wooden door. You wait patiently for an answer and can hear movement from inside the apartment. A few seconds later, the door swings open to reveal quite the sight.

Rodolfo stands in front of you, clad in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts and the sweat rolling down his ridiculously toned chest. You can't help your widening eyes as you drink in the sight before you. And you suddenly find yourself at a loss for words.

"YN!" Rodolfo greets you with his usual friendly smile and wipes some sweat from his brows.

"Umm, hi, Rudy." You return your gaze to his face after another moment of shameless ogling. "Sorry to bother you." You rub your arm sheepishly.

Rodolfo shrugs, still smiling at you. "No trouble." He insists. "I was just getting a quick workout in. What's up?" He nods back inside his apartment.

"Umm, well." You bite the inside of your lip, suddenly feeling silly. "I know this might sound like I'm a bit paranoid. But I just came back to my apartment from getting groceries and found my door unlocked. And I swear that I locked it before I left." You explain the situation to Rudy whom nods.

"Huh." Rodolfo nods. "Here, come inside and let me grab a shirt real quick." He steps back and beckons you inside the doorway. "I'll take a look for you to make sure everything is fine."

You nod and step inside Rodolfo's apartment while he dissapears to unfortunialy put a shirt on. You glance around the part of the apartment that you can see from the door. It's surpisingly clean and neat for being a bachleaor pad. But then again, Rodolfo is a military man. And you can only imagine how neat and proper they like to keep things.

Rudy comes back a few seconds later now wearing a shirt and follows you out to the hallway. You step back out of the way and Roldofo takes the lead. He heads into your apartment and you reamin posted by the door while he checks the room for any intruders.

"Well, it doesnt look like anyones been in here, YN." Rodolfo comes back a few painstaking minutes later. "Does anything seem missing or out of place to you?" He asks you.

You begin walking around the room now that you know that it's safe to enter. You check around for anything miss or moved and come back to find that Rodolfo has kindly retreived your groceries from the hallway.

"Oh, thanks, Rudy." You thank him as he sets your bags down on your kitchen counter. "I don't think anything is missing. And it looks the same as it did when I left." You report to him. "Maybe I did really just forget to lock it." You sigh.

Rodolfo nods and joins you at your door. "Okay. I'm right across the hall if you need anything, YN. So don't hesitate to come get me if you have a bad feeling about something, okay?" He offers.

"Thank you, again, Rudy." You nod again. "And I'll keep that in mind."

Rodolfo places a gentle hand on your arm and flashes a reassuring smile at you before heading back to his apartment. You close and lock your door before tending to putting your groceries up.

Late into the night you are catching up on some emails and paying some bills on your laptop in your room. Some music is playing softly from the laptop and you are humming along when something catches your attention. Your bedroom door is closed but light is streaming in from the main room. Out of the corner of you eye you swear you see a shadow pass by the door and freeze up.

"What the fuck." You whisper to yourself, frozen in fear.

After a few seconds of silence you will yourself silently off your bed and over to your bedroom door. You press your ear to the door and listen as carefully as you can for any signs of someone on the other side of the door. Your breath hitches in your throat and your heart thumps in your chest as the sound of rustling carries through the door.

"Oh my god." You whisper to yourself.

In a fearful state you pick up the metal baseball bat leaned up against the wall by your door. You grip the bat in your hand tightly and brace yourself. Taking a deep breath you swing the bedroom door open and step out into the main room of your apartment. The first thing you see is your front door as it is getting pulled shut from out in the hall.

"What the fuck!" You screech and lurch forward toward the door.

You rush the door with your bat held high and ready to swing. You crash into the hallway and catch a glimpse of someone dressed in dark clothes booking it down the hall to the staircase. Across the hall Rodolfo swings open his apartment door with his service pistol trained in front of him.

"YN!" Rodolfo spots you in the hallway dressed in your PJ"s and weilding a bat.

"Rodolfo!" You turn around and lower the bat, your heart still beating a million miles an hour. "He was in my fucking apartment!"

Rodolfo lowers his pistol and hurries over to your side. "What? Who? Okay, let's put this thing down before you hurt someone." He reaches a hand out and lowers the bat in your hand. "You said someone was in your apartment just now?" He looks for clarification depsite your clearly manic state.

"I was reading email in bed in my room when I heard him out in the apartment! By the time I made it out of my room he was already leaving." You explain. "I saw him booking it down the stairs." You point to the stairwell at the end of the hall.

"Okay. Go into my apartment and lock the door behind you." Rodolfo nods. "I'm gonna call a friend of mine and have a look around."

You nod and step inside Rodolfo's apartment. He shuts the door behind you and you lock it. You see the doorknob rattle indicating Rudy is making sure it's locked before he leaves.

You wander into the apartment and find a seat on Rudy's suprisingly comfortable couch. The quiet ambience of the apartment helps calm your nerves at you wait for Rudy to return.

Around 10 minutes later you hear the front door being unlocked followed by Rodolfo announcing himself to the room. "YN? It's just me! And a friend of mine." He shouts from the door.

Rodolfo finds you sitting on his couch in silence and you eye his tall friend standing right behind him. The pair walk over to you and Rodolfo sits down next to you.

"YN, this is my friend, Colonel Alejandro Vargas." Rudy introduces you to his buddy.

"It's nice to finally meet you, YN." Alejandro offers you a sympathetic smile. "Rudy here talks about you a lot." He jokes.

Rodolfo shoots his friend a look and Alejandro takes a seat in a chair oposite of the couch.

"Rudy told me that you've got a stalker?" Alejandro gets on with his questions. "Do you know who it is?" He asks you.

"No. I don't think I know him." You shake your head.

You take a minute to explain the feeling of being watched that you've been experiencing. As well as the encouters on your way home from work and then again earlier today at the bus stop. You finish up by explaining the encounter in your apartment and Alejandro jots a few things down in his notebook.

"I've got some of my men sweeping the neighborhood for anyone hanging around." Alejandro closes his notebook. "In the meantime, I'd reccomend staying somewhere other than your apartment. Do you have anywhere to stay?" He asks you.

You shake your head, unable to come up with any valid idea of where you could go. "My parents are both dead. And I don't have any sibling or other family in the area. Plus none of my friends at work are that close with me, you know?" You begin to stress yourself out.

"She can stay in her apartment." Rodolfo speaks up. "I'll stay with her until we find this guy. And we will find him, YN." He assures you.

"You don't have to do that, Rudy." You shake your head.

But Rudy won't take no for an answer. "Nonsense. It's no problem, YN. I just want you be safe." He insists.

You agree to let Rudy stay with you and the three of you head back into your apartment. You look around the place to see if anything is missing, but once again find nothing out of place. Alejandro heads out to redevous with his men out on the street while Rudy stays with you.

The two of you sit down on your couch next to eachother and sit in silence for a while. You feel more at ease with Rudy sitting next to you than you have these past few days. So you decide to take a chance while you're feeling safe and at ease.

"So, Alejandro mantioned that you talk about me a lot?" You turn toward Rudy with a playful smile.

"Ah, you caught that, huh?" Rudy chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. "I suppose it'd be useless to deny it now, huh?"

You giggle and nod. "You're not the only one that likes to gossip at work, you know?" You tease him.

"Oh?" Rudy replies.

"Oh yeah." You confirm. "The ladies on the ER floor love chatting with me about the hunky special forces guy that lives next to me." You tease him.

A playful smile cracks on Rudy's face and he bows his head with a cheeky grin. "So you think i'm hunky?" He asks you.

"Don't pretend like you didn't notice me drooling all over you earlier today when you answered your door in the middle of your workout!" You laugh.

"I might have noticed your wandering eyes, yes." Rudy grins at you. "It seems to me like we both might have been admiring one another from afar." He adds, leaning in a bit closer to you.

Your heart skips a beat as Rodolfo slowly leans in. He gives you plenty of time and space to stop him he's he's being too forward with you right now. But you don't mae any indication that you want him to stop. In reality you want the oposite. You can't think of anything right now other than finally getting a kiss from your frustrating atttractive and much to sweet for his own good neighbor.

Rodolfo closes the gap between the two of you, his hand resting gently on your leg. You hold your breath, and your eyes begin to flutter shut when suddenly the radio that Rudy set on the coffee table earlier crackles to life.

"Rudy! You there, hermano?" Alejandro's voic cracks over the mic.

Rudy stops his movement toward you and you open your eyes again with just a hint of disapointment in your eyes. "Aye, i'm here." Rudy picks up the radio.

"One of my men picked up some shady-looking guy a few blocks away attempting to get to his stashed motorcycle. We think it's your girls stalker." Alejandro explains. "I'm going to text you a photo of what we found in his backpack. You can show it to YN and ask if any of it belongs to her."

"Alright." Rudy replies and fishes his phone out of his pocket to wait for Alejandro's text.

A few seconds later Rudy's phone chimes with a text and he pulls the photo up. "Meirda." Rudy curses to himself. "I should kill this guy." He grumbles to himsself.

"Rudy?" You regonize the agitated look on Rodolfo's face. "What was in his bag? Let me see." You hold your hand out for his phone.

Rudy begrudgingly hands over his phone, and you glance down at the screen. Your stomach churns with disgust at the sight. Sitting in plain view inside the bag is around four or five pairs of your underwear. And not just some random ones either. The bastard broke into your apartment and had the audacity to steal the expensive ones that you usually reserve for dates. Or when you don't want them riding up under your scrubs on long shifts.

"Yeah, those are all mine." Your nose crinkles at the thought of what this guy was planning on doing with your panties.

You hand the phone back to Rodolfo and he deletes the photo. After the picture is gone off his phone he picks up his radio and confrms with Alejandro.

"Throw that fucker in a hole somwhere dark." Rudy seethes. "She just confirmed it. You've got the right guy, Alejandro."

"Copy that." Alejandro's voice breaks over the radio again. "I'll get him locked up and you can bring YN down in the morning to make the ID. In the meantime we'll get a name out the sleaze as well as the rest of his information." He adds.

Rudy says a quick thanks to Alejandro before signing off and switching his radio off. He sets it back down on the table and turns to you.

"Well, thats taken care of." Rudy flashes you and assuring smile. "He won't be bothering you anymore, YN. I can gurantee you that."

"I know. Thank you, Rudy. And Alejandro as well for helping out." You thank him for all his effort.

Rudy nods and rubs the back of his neck. "Well you're safe now. So I guess I'll go." He rises from your couch.

You lean forward and grab onto Rudy;s arm. He looks down at you and you flash your best doe eyes at him. "Stay?" You ask him.

"I thought you'd never ask." Rudy laughs and sits back down.

You watch eagerly as Rudy once again attempts to lean in. And this time there is no radio call to interupt him.

This time, you get your kiss. And it's even better than you've been imagining it.

[sepherinaspoppies]

I'll Follow You Until You Love Me

pairing: Armand x Daniel Molloy

summary: Daniel is tired of his stalker, hiding in the shadows. So he does something to get his attention.

warnings: 18+, MDNI, male mutual masturbation?, Armand being a underwear thief, mentions of stalking, some cum play? I think that's it.

wc: 865

notes: this is my first time writing for IWTV, I apologize if it sucks. I'm still new at this. haha! btw this was inspired by Lady Gaga's Paparazzi so pls give it a listen.

Daniel found himself quite exhausted as soon as a cab dropped him off at the nearest and cheapest motel.

If there was one thing else he needed the most besides some well needed shut eye, it was a hot shower after traveling for eight hours straight from Tucson to Los Angeles.

Not only did Daniel need to shower off the smell of public transportation but to overall unwind. 

He muttered a grateful thanks to whatever God that bestowed upon him functioning hot water and a clean towel. Well at least Daniel thought it was clean. However, as tired as he was, he couldn’t care less if it wasn’t. 

After traveling through every state of the country, he found that most cheap motels didn’t offer anything but a bed. Some even didn’t include a bathroom and Daniel had no choice but to walk to the nearest convenience store simply just to pee. 

Daniel acknowledged that he could just whip out his dick near a corner and piss. Quite frankly, it wasn’t in his nature to do that. No matter how bad he had to piss, he would hold it until there was a bathroom. 

After his shower, Daniel wrapped a towel around his hips, walking to his suitcase near the entrance about to grab a pair of clean boxers when his hand met nothing but denim and linen. 

Odd. 

“What the fuck?” Daniel cursed as he spilled his clothes all over the bed. His shirts, pants, and socks were there. However there was no sign of his undergarments and Daniel was one hundred percent positive he did not leave anything behind in Tucson. 

Maybe in his panicked state, running from his obsessive stalker, he overlooked packing them. 

Daniel was careless but not that careless. 

For a moment he thought about calling the motel back in Tucson as silly it was. Though, there was a fat chance he’d likely get them back. 

Great, so commando it is. 

He unwrapped the towel around his hips, throwing it somewhere across the room, preparing to sleep fully in his birthday suit. Until he heard a low growl coming from his window. 

It didn’t take Daniel long to figure out who those animalistic growls belonged to. 

He was here. 

Right on schedule. 

No matter where Daniel went, he was always there. Lingering behind the shadows with those creepy orange eyes. 

Honestly, it was getting quite tiring that he couldn’t fully show himself. He had been following him for years and not once had he come out to say anything which made it more creepier than stalking him. 

Of course Daniel was frightened in the beginning but around the ten month mark, he realized he wasn’t a threat. 

A part of Daniel wondered why he was following him out of all the others he possibly could. What made him so fascinating? So captivating? 

After some consideration, Daniel knew of something that might make him come out of the shadows. It was crazy yet worth a try. 

Daniel laid on the bed, positioning his body in front of the window right where he knew he was lurking and observing. 

He spat on his palm before rubbing his already hard-on. A whimper came from the window and Daniel bit his lower lip to hide the slight smirk of satisfaction. 

He shuddered when he gave himself a hard squeeze from base to his glistening tip, releasing some soft moans he hoped he could hear behind the glass that separated them. 

By all means, not only could Armand definitely hear the sounds of self pleasure but also the echo of his heart pumping wildly. His beautiful boy craving some release he desperately yearned to gift him with. 

And it took everything in Armand not to break the window and claim his body, heart and individuality as his right fucking now. 

Gods, he was beautiful. 

His eyes. 

His smile. 

His aura. 

Him. 

Only him. 

Watching his beautiful boy pleasure himself made him absolutely hard. Armand’s fingers slid to unbutton his trousers, freeing his tall erection and carefully beginning to stroke himself at the same pace his beautiful boy moved in. 

Daniel’s gaze fixated to where he stood. Staring straight into those creepy eyes of his as he was nearing his end. He was close, so goddamn close he could feel the small waves of euphoria slithering in at the bottom of his spine. 

“Fuck, I’m almost there.” 

Armand groaned as he continued to stroke faster and faster until finally his beautiful boy let out a drawn out moan, coating his sheets full of his release that soon when he fell asleep, Armand would have a taste of. 

He already kept his undergarments while he slept, so there was nothing wrong with that. 

Daniel basked in his release, continuing to watch the silhouette of his body writhe in what he assumed was self pleasure. 

Though, he assumed right as he heard low feeble whimpers closer to the window. 

He had come too. 

That alone made Daniel feel more aphrodisiacal. He waited a few more moments before he loudly declared:

“Well are you just gonna stand there? Or are you going to fuck me?”

Armand had done just that. 

tagging my bestie @dreaming-for-an-escape

[emotionallyattachednerd]

His Princess ❙ ES Swindle x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 1500+

Warnings: Smut ( Oral, fingering and touching ) role play, possessive behaviour, dominance and robot x human. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Yeah, I enjoyed the possessive Swindle. I'll work on Knock Out as well next week. I might've gone a little off track from the possessive and more into owning, but I loved how this turned out. Thanks for sending through this was fun. ❤️

I accept Coffee! ☕🥰

It was a game he enjoyed, and oddly enough you felt a thrill as well as you ran through the woods. You held up the helm of your dress to gain better movement, a dress he wanted you to wear.

You looked like a runaway princess. That was his game. The big bad beast wants the beautiful princess, you could role play with that.

He made sure you had the dresses he liked, most from just your local costume store, and dressing up for both his and your kink.

You hear the loud steps catching up to you, making your already heavy breathing pick up and quickly turn you head behind only to see his large figure briefly through the trees.

You want to giggle, feeling the excitement, but you knew better. Swindle didn't like it when you expressed too much happiness during your role playing. He's enjoyed your fear, your submission, just as you enjoyed his possessive nature.

Being owned by him was oddly thrilling.

You were someone that seeked that thrill. Who knew that would've been a giant alien robot?

Although, he made sure you were well looked after, and he never brought harm to you unless you were asking for it. Also to add he let you go free after each encounter, if you chose to.

Is Swindle your robot boyfriend? Yeah, he was.

Your breathing was growing weaker and you knew you had to stop running eventually. Pulling yourself around a large tree you tried keeping quiet as the steps grew louder and shook under your own two feet. It continued for a bit more before there was dead silence.

The silence broke. "Come out, come out, wherever you are princess. Swindle likes his treasures, admires and takes very good care of them. You're a very lucky little human." You didn't see him, but he was close.

Biting your lips I continued to try and keep your breathing low. Although this didn't last too long when Swindle suddenly came around the large tree, face down low right near you.

"Found you, my princess."

Your instant reaction is to scream. Of course he scared you by his suddenly large appearance, but you weren't scared of him.

He went to grab you but you duck from his servo, running between his legs and further into the forest. He let you get a little head start. It was all part of your little game.

You were growing tired, but that's what Swindle liked. You are at your weakest so he could do as he likes with you, and that only thrilled you even more at the very thought.

But you don't give up, never make it too easy, he didn't like it when you didn't play.

Finally, your legs gave out, the skirt helm of the dress pooling around you as you started to try and crawl forward, before feeling a large servo suddenly wrap around your body and left you up from the ground. Your stomach did a flip from the sudden movement because looking at Swindle as he brought you level to his face, his smug smile looks like a child with his favourite toy.

"Finally caught you. Not very nice running away from me."

"I'm sorry." You manage to say between your heavy breathing. "I've been so bad."

"Oh, that you have. But I'm willing to forgive, because I'm such a forgiving guy."

You were both far in the forest, no one was out here, just you two and mother nature.

You squirm around his servo, the pads of his digits wrapped firmly against your skin as you let out a pout like a spoiled brat.

"Ah, ah, come on princess, I'm not so bad for company, am I?"

"N-no..."

A gasp left you when you felt his other servo sneak under your dress, thick digits brushing along your ass and thighs. He didn't like undergarments, always in the way he would argue, and ended up ripping them to shreds the last couple of times.

"I'm the best company you could ever ask for." Swindle continued to boast, smirking as he continued to explore under your skirt.

His hold on you loosenes a little and he pushed your skirt up all the way, bunching around your waist. "Now, open those milky thighs of yours. Show me the goodness."

Doing as you were told, you spread your thighs, gasping as you felt both the cool air and his heated vents hitting your skin

"Nice, very nice." He praises with a broad smile, bringing you even closer to his face as your head rests against the padding of his servo.

He was too big for you to take his spike, this he told you, but you were able to accept a thick digit into your core before. You've also touched his spike before, rubbed and licked it. He loved you worshipping him. You wanted to take his spike. One day he said maybe you could. He won't admit it but you heard that worry in his voice. He wanted to own you, possess you, but didn't want to break you.

Letting out a loud gasp you felt his thick glossa run across your core and over your sensitive bud. Your toes curl as the sudden desire boils through your body.

"I love your taste, princess. All for me, mine."

Your arms were trapped under his digits so you couldn't grab hold of him, but this he liked, only leaving you to wiggle under his hold as he devoured your core with greed.

Letting out a whimper your back arched against his servo, legs spread wide for him while you enjoyed him lapping at you, thirsty for more of your juices.

He let out a long hum against you that sent vibrations through you more, making you whimper louder followed by growing gasps and moans.

When he moved away suddenly you can't help but pout, growling a little even making him snicker at your reaction.

"Impatient are we? Well, how about you put on a show for me princess?" His hold on you was gone but you knew what he wanted.

Standing up on your shaky legs against his servo you pushed the shoulder sleeves off from you, pushing down under your breasts but kept the dress on still.

"So soft." He praises, touching each breasts gently as you arched into his touch. "You know what to do. Go ahead, impress me."

Sending him a soft smirk you spread your legs and hover yourself over one of his digits, lowering yourself. Gentally you wiggle your hips, teasing yourself against his thick digit before lowering yourself more against him, pushing yourself down.

Your breath hitched as he stretches you. So thick, but you didn't hold back and gave him what he wanted. Letting out another moan you continued to lower yourself, taking him little at a time while his optics watched you, lingering, completely in trance.

He stretched you very widely as you fully sank onto his digit, using your hands to grab hold of another at your side for support before you started to gently rock yourself, letting out huffs and moans feeling your insides spasm in pleasure.

"Look at you, such a beautiful sight." Swindle praised, letting out a heated vent as he watched you hump his digit perfect.

You heard metal shifting and glance down to see he had retracted his panel and his pulsing cable emerged. So much bigger than his digit, so thick, yet so tempting.

He saw you looking and tilted your chin up with his free servo for you to look at him. "I know you want to, but not yet. Let us enjoy what we have right now."

You nodded, licking your lips as you continued to move on him, huffing through the pleasure that boiled through your entire body.

Swindle moved his free servo to touch himself then, running along the base as a moan left him, pumping himself as his wide purple optics watch you put on the best damn show.

Your juices soaked his digit, dripping down into his servo. Your movements increased, and you humped him more firmly as you let out purrs and moans.

"By the all spark." Swindle whispers through a throaty moan, his servo pumping his cable firmly as his waist ruts into his movements.

"Swindle...Swindle." His name whispers from your lips through your growing moans,moving yourself up and down his digit firmly and clenching more as you feel yourself about to cum hard. "Fuck!"

"Let yourself go, don't hold back princess. Oh you're a beautiful sight!" He lets out a long groan as his hips jerks into his servo, letting out thick strips of fluids that coats the poor tree trunk in front of him.

Clinging on a loud cry of bliss erupts from your vocals as you come around his digit hard, walls pulsing as your juices drench over his servo you were upon.

After you regained enough strength you lifted yourself up, removing yourself from him, gasping as you felt yourself so empty without him, before collapsing in his servo.

As tired as you were, you loved every moment of it, just as much as Swindle did.

"My pretty princess, all mine. Who do you belong to?" He brings you closer as you lay down into his servo.

"I'm yours." You manage to say as he holds you close up to his face, the radiating warmth from him surrounding you.

"That's right, you belong to me. Good old Swindle knows how to take care of his princess. Isn't that right?"

"Yes..." You whisper due to tierness of the running and orgasim.

"I didn't quite hear that."

"Yes." You answer a little louder. "I'm yours, Swindle, only yours."

"Such a good girl."

Afterwards that late afternoon he brought you back home, and your game was over. You sat inside on the driver's side in his vehicle mode as he pulled up in front of your home.

"I didn't hurt you too much did I?" Swindle asks you through the radio.

"No, you didn't. It was fun. You know how to get my heart beating." You answer, smiling when you hear his giddy chuckle.

"And you know what I love, princess. I always love our games. Next time, wear the gold dress, it brings out your eyes." His compliment made you blush a little.

"Whatever you want, Swindle. I like keeping you happy."

"I'm never letting you go."

"No complaints there."

[thesoftboiledegg]

I went to the mall a few weeks ago, and...nothing. No new merchandise. Pathetic!

The next week, I tried again. I visited all the usual stops--Hot Topic, Spencer's, Rue 21, nerdy stores--and found only a new pair of boxers at Rue 21:

Last weekend, it was time for round three. Box Lunch's suggestion sheet had disappeared for a while, so I figured it was gone for good, but the clipboard was back. It probably won't amount to anything, but I gave them a little tip.

Rick and Morty, babey!

I don't visit the mall's head shop that often because they rarely stock Rick and Morty merchandise, but I entered on a whim. To my surprise, they had a lot of new items.

Show me what you got!

Pickle Rick gets his own pipe, as do Groot and BB-8.

Stolen art everywhere!

And some lighters. Futurama joined in on the fun!

Speaking of Futurama, I couldn't believe it when I saw this shirt. I NEVER saw Futurama merchandise before the Hulu revival, but now it's steadily trickling into stores and head shops. I guess Disney (and bootleg merchandisers) finally realized that they could make bank off one of the world's most famous cartoons.

This hat at Spencer's wasn't new, but it sat at the top shelf near the ceiling for months. An employee had moved it to one of the bottom shelves, allowing me to finally snap a picture.

And that brings us to today.

I walked into Box Lunch, glanced at the trinkets and stopped in my tracks. More Futurama merchandise!

I can't tell you how surreal it is to see Futurama merchandise on shelves. Growing up, The Simpsons and South Park were everywhere, but Futurama somehow missed out. I saw one calendar years ago, and that was it.

But Disney owns Hulu now, and Disney isn't exactly shy about cashing in, so this is probably just the beginning.

Anyway, poor Mad Max Summer was alone and discarded at the bottom of a shelf in one of the nerdy stores. Fortunately, her buddy was only a few shelves away.

Spencer's has been slacking off recently, but they finally had a couple of new items. Who needs undergarments?

Pickle Rick was lounging with a twin on top of the pillow heap.

I'm hoping that merchandising picks back up as we get ready for spring. Everybody needs to hit the beach in their Rick and Morty swim trunks. And when IS the next round of new Futurama episodes coming, anyway?

[professormaximoff]

Step-Mom!Natasha x Step-Daughter!Reader

Laundry Mix up

Warnings: Slight age gap, readers 21 and Natasha is in her early 30s , there is smut near the end of this so if you don’t want to read that then I do not recommend this story, mommy kink was thrown in at the last second :/

If anything needs ti be added here please don’t be afraid to tell me!

Summary:You find a pair of your panties in your step-mothers laundry, what in the world were they doing there?

Beginning note: Your dad in this story is around 45 (a bit older however you want to depict it) so this just means hes not nats age and he was around 25 when u were born. Okay enjoy!

“Y/n could you please take my clothes out the dryer for me please? Im need to run to the store.” Natasha says, while you lie in bed.

“Yeah no problem.” You tell your step-mother, she sends you a grateful smile before leaving your room and heading to the store. You continue reading a book you had just picked up, that was frankly very boring. The main character has like three love interests and none are interesting.

You read for a couple minutes before heading downstairs to your laundry room. Once inside you hear the machine stop at the perfect time. You take clumps of clothes and throw them into a basket lying on the floor. You thought you had finished till you saw one piece of clothing left in the back of the dryer. A pair of pink panties. Your panties to be specific. What were they doing in Nat’s clothes? How long has she even had them? Had she worn them?

Admittedly the thought of Natasha wearing your panties turned you on, but all thoughts came to a halt when you heard a car pull into the driveway. You hear the front door open and clothes so you quickly shove your undergarments into your pocket.

“Y/n, baby did you manage to get my clothes out the dryer?” You hear Natasha yell out. You can’t seem to reply back, still processing that your step-mother had gotten a hold of your panties. “Y/n?” She calls out again after not hearing a reply.

“Ah yeah I just grabbed it.” You say.

“Perfect, thank you!” She yells from the other room. You don’t know how to bring this up to Natasha. Should you just take them and say nothing? No, she might think they are hers, and a pair of panties just went missing. It's best to just tell her there was a tiny mix up. Hopefully it will go smoothly.

You walk into the kitchen where you see her storing food in the cabinets. She has to reach up so you get to see her shirt riding up slightly and expose her back. You quickly clear your mind before clearing your throat to catch her attention. She turns with a smile on her face when she sees you.

“Hi baby, did you need anything?” She asks sweetly.

“Uh yeah I just wanted to ask you a question.” You say shyly. She nods signaling for you to continue. “Um well I just wanted to know, um it’s kinda dumb but uh why did you have my underwear washed with your clothes?” You finally ask. You see her smile falter slightly and eyebrows raise.

“O-oh um I’m sorry.” She giggles nervously, “I didn’t even notice they were in there I might have just thought they were mine.” She says with a shaky break. You weren’t fully hooked on her excuse but there wasn’t much else to say.

“It’s all right, I just wanted to know.” You say smiling before walking away. What you didn’t hear was the huge breath Natasha released.

‘Shit how did I forget I threw those in my load today.’ Natasha mentally curses herself. Although sad she lost your pink panties she was relieved that she wasn’t caught. She’d just get them back the way she had first gotten them anyways.

Once the worry left her body she started up dinner for you and her to eat since your dad was away on a business trip once again. Not that she minded being left alone with you, she was actually always happy to hear her husband would be gone for a week. After all, you were her favorite obsession person.

By the time Natasha finished up dinner it was already 5:30. So she quickly set the plates and served you and herself food, leaving the food on the table before heading up to your room. She knocks on your door and hears a faint ‘come in’.

“Foods ready.” She says with a soft smile, you throw her a smile as well before leaving your phone on your bed to walk downstairs with her. Once down stairs the smell of beef stroganoff hits your nose.

“Ooh my favorite, if I didn’t know you any better I would say you're trying to impress me.” You tease causing her to let out a laugh making your stomach flutter. She was trying to impress you but you didn’t need to know that.

“You wish, go sit down while I get our drinks.” She says and makes her way to the fridge.

“Alright bossy.” You say, causing her to roll her eyes. You are seated waiting patiently, she comes back with two glasses of iced water. “Thank you.” You sing and blow a kiss her way. She chuckles at your actions before she begins eating. The two of you start with light conversation which then leads to you telling Natasha about an annoying boy in one of your classes.

“I swear Nat each time I hear him talk I just want to slap him so he shuts up!” You say frustrated. “He can’t keep his mouth shut for more than a minute, and the professor says nothing.”

“Maybe your professor is tired dealing with annoying students.” She claims, making you scoff.

“Uh if anything he’s tired of his bullshit like everyone in the class, because me, i'm an absolute angel.” You joke.

“Uh-huh if you're such an angel, why did I have to go out at 2 am to pick you up at a bar very drunk.” You gasp.

“How dare you, you said we would never bring that up again.” You say acting offended. “Also if anything you're less of an angel.” You accuse her.

“Oh yeah? How so?” She questions.

“I don’t think having your step-daughter's panties makes you such a saint.” You tease her. Natashas cheeks turn red, the reddest you’ve ever seen. You let out a low laugh before saying, “I’m only teasing.” She sends a glare your way causing you to shudder. Her stare is incredibly sexy, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Finish your food.” She orders.

“Yes ma’am.” Is the last thing you say before indulging in her food once again causing Natasha to smile. Once the two of you finish eating Natasha gathers the plates to wash, you insist on helping her but she simply brushes you off saying you needed a shower.

“That's rude, I smell fantastic.” It’s true you did, you had on her favorite perfume that she would steal every once in a while to spray on her clothes. She thought of it as having a piece of you with her.

“I don’t care, shower now or we won’t go watch that movie tomorrow.” She threatens.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.” She responds

“Fine, but only cause I don't want to miss that new puss in boots movie with my favorite person.” You tease, causing her to laugh. As you head out the kitchen Nat watches you go seeing your hips sway slightly.

‘I will get those panties back tonight.” She tells herself. You were right she was no saint, she has at least 5 pairs of your undergarments and touches herself to the thought of you constantly. She feels guilty at times but the pleasure always overthrows the guilt.

When Natasha finishes washing the dishes she turns the kitchen light off to head upstairs. She hears the shower running so she takes her chance to retrieve your underwear. When she steps inside she is met with the warmth of your room. Your room was always very cozy; she enjoyed being there. Before she got even more sidetracked she made her way to her favorite part of your room. Your underwear drawer. In there she saw a new pair she hadn’t seen before, purple lace with a tiny bow on the front. She contemplates taking those instead but she tells herself you would get even more suspicious. She scurries to look for your pink panties but she finds herself not able to.

As she keeps looking she doesn’t hear your bedroom door open. Seeing Nat go through your underwear drawer was the last thing you expected to see when you came to grab your phone. Was she looking for those pink panties? Or different ones?

“Nat?” You call out, causing her to get startled. She slams your drawer shut and backs away from it quickly. You weren’t mad at her if anything this made you beyond happy. You’d always had a slight crush on Natasha, your father was never home so you’ve gotten close, very close.

“Y/n?! What are you still doing in your clothes? I thought I told you to shower?” Natasha says trying to distract you. Obviously failing since you can’t seem to erase the image out of your head.

“I came back to get my phone so I could play music…what were you looking in there for?” You ask with a smirk. You see her face flushed red once again, just like during dinner.

“I was simply looking for a sweater because it’s cold and I ran out.” She says pretty confidently. Her statement makes you laugh causing her to furrow her brows. You step closer to her in which she stays in place watching your every move.

“If I remember correctly you just washed all your clothes and in that load I took out earlier you had a sweater in there, as well as these.” You pull out the infamous pink panties that you had forgotten to put away from your pocket causing Natasha's eyes to widen. You step closer to her till your bodies touch. “You really are no saint Natty.” You hear Natasha whimper softly.

You lean in slowly giving her enough time to pull away, but you see no resistance so you close the distance between the two of you. Her lips are softer than you imagined, the kiss is better than you imagined, and hearing the sigh that came out of Natashas mouth was better than you imagined. Natasha’s hands wrap around your neck to bring you closer while yours grip her hips. The kiss quickly turns needy and messy.

“Nat get on the bed.” You order her, which she quickly complies. You look at the beauty in front of you. How was your dad willing to leave her every other week? Enough questioning, you're grateful he’s a sleazy husband or else you wouldn’t be with Nat right now. You make your way to her towering over her, you lean down to kiss her once more. Her hands make their way into your hair. Your tongue runs across her bottom lip causing her to gasp into your mouth. You start tugging the hem of her shirt before you pull away, making Natasha whine. “Can I take it off?”

“Now look whos no saint, asking to take her step-mothers shirt off.” She teases.

“At least I ask for the clothes.” You tease back causing her to shy away from you. “Now tell me can I take your shirt off Natty.” She quickly nods and helps you take it off. Her breasts are on display being covered with a black lace bra. You pepper kisses on the exposed areas leading yourself back up to her lips. It’s her turn to take your shirt off, she swiftly removes it, throwing it to the side. She reaches for you again as if your lips being apart causes her pain. Soon the two of you get rid of your clothes only leaving both of your panties to be removed.

“Mmm you know what since you probably have more of my panties why don’t I just take these.” You say as you slip Natasha’s panties off. “God they’re so wet, I just bet you’re soaking.” And you're right with her cunt on full display for you, you can see her glistening folds. You stuff them under your pillow before leaning down to take one of her tits into your mouth.

“God baby please, I need you!” Natasha yelps.

“Yeah? I bet you do, how many times does he leave you unsatisfied?” You question as you caress her face.

“All the time, the thought of you is the only thing that helps.” She admits. You lean down to kiss her forehead before leaving a trail of kisses down her body till your head is in between her beautiful legs. “Please…please touch me baby.” Natasha pleads. With that you lower your head to kiss her clit. Nat lets out a tiny sigh of relief then a loud moan when your tongue licks a long stipe against her soaking cunt.

“Oh natty you taste so good.” Is the last thing you say before you fully indulge. Her taste is something you get to try again and again. You firmly suck on her clit before letting it go with a ‘pop’. Natasha gasps out when she feels your fingers against her velvety walls. The menstruation on her clit never stops, your tongue works wonders against her. Pleasure is all she feels and thinks about in that moment, never in her life had she received pleasure like this. Your fingers stay at a steady pace till Natasha speaks up.

“Oh fuck, fuck me harder baby please!” Who were you to deny such pleasure to this goddess? With your fingers pumping in and out of her and the stimulation on her clit Natasha knew she would last much longer. You take a second to look up at her and see her head thrown back while she pinches her nipples.

“Natty look at me.” It takes her a second to register your words before she looks down at you. The sight of you right in between her legs sends a jolt of pleasure within her stomach. “I know you're close, let go for me, cum all over your baby's face.” Your words are pushing her closer over the edge. She brings a hand down to tangle into your hair and grinds herself on your face.

“Yes I’m so close please don’t stop.” She whines. A couple more thrusts of your finger and rolls of her hips is enough to have a huge wave of pleasure wash over her entire body. When you feel Natasha freeze you slow down the pace of your fingers but keep the menstruation on her clit the same. Once you see her begin to relax you slowly stop all movements till you slip your fingers out of her. When she's caught her breath you lean up to kiss her in which Natasha lets out a moan when she tastes herself on your lips. Once your lips separate you settle next to her and pull a blanket of the two of you.

Natasha continues to kiss down your neck and whispers in your ear. “Let me return the favor, baby.” Causing you to let out a low groan.

“You don’t have to, I’d understand if you didn’t want to.” You answer sheepishly.

“Oh believe me I really want to.” She says before kissing your cheek and pulling back to see your face. She sees a nervous look on your face that confuses her. “I mean unless you don't want to?” She asks. You immediately shake your head.

“No I want to, I just never really had others return the favor cause they were too tired.” You confessed.

“Oh baby I so badly want to make you come I’ve dreamt about it many times you know.” She says looking deep into your eyes. You squirm under her gaze but that soon stops when she holds your face in her hand. “Now tell me, do you want me to make you feel good or would you rather lay here horny and frustrated?” She says with no shame. It takes you a second to respond but before you know it words fly out of your mouth.

“Make me feel good please.” You whine.

“That's all I needed to know baby.” Natasha quickly lifts herself up straddling you lap grinding her heat near yours. Natasha shifts slightly so her right leg goes under your left and props your leg on her arm. “Have you ever tried this?” You shake your head. “Do you want to?” She questions. You quickly nod your head. “Words baby, I need to hear you.”

“Please touch me however you want Natty, I just want you to make me feel good.” You plead, with that Natasha smirks. Slowly she moves her hips up causing the both of you to feel immense pleasure. Natashas cunt is warm against yours, she continues the movement of her hips and with each thrust your clits skim each other. “That feels so good.” You moan.

“Yeah? How good baby? Tell me.”

“So good, I’ve never felt like this.” You say before being interrupted by a moan ripping through your throat when Natasha picks up the speed. The sight of Natasha on top of you with her breasts bouncing perfectly was driving you insane. “I'm so close please let me cum!”

“Yell my name baby.” She demands.

“Natty please!”

“That's not my name right now baby.” Her statement leaves you a bit stunned, was she implying what you think she was. “Come on say my name and you can cum all over my cunt baby.” Her thrusts begin to slow down causing you to yell out.

“Mommy please don’t stop! Let me cum.” The name leaves a satisfied smile on her face.

“I won’t stop baby, you’re doing so good.” She praises her pace begins to pick up as she says, “Cum with me baby, mommy is so close too.” Her words are what does it for you, letting ecstasy fall over you like a blanket. Natasha continues her thrusts to drive her over the edge and let you ride out your orgasm. Once the both of you calm down Natasha removes herself from on top of you and lays down next to you. Faintly in the background Natasha can hear a noise.

“Is the water still running?” Natasha questions.

“Oh shit I forgot to turn it off.” You say sitting up.

“Wasted so much water.” Nat exaggerates. You throw a pillow at her which she gasps at.

“It's your fault I got distracted and forgot I left it on.” You say smiling at her. “Come on since it's on we might as well go get cleaned up.” You say getting up and offering her your hand. Reluctantly she takes it and lets you lead her to the bathroom. You make sure the waters warm before stepping in and opening the curtain for Nat to step in. She basks in the warm water while you push her hair out of her face letting it rinse in the water. The two of you wash each other while stealing kisses on the lips, forehead, shoulders and necks.

By the end of the shower you had to run out quickly to get Natasha a towel since you had only brought one. “Here, let's dry you quickly so you don't get sick.” You say drying her hair first. She laughs as you dry it cause you’re just rubbing her hair making it fall on her face.

“Okay that's enough baby thank you.” She smiles and gives you a quick kiss. The two of you step out of the shower and head to your separate rooms to quickly get dressed. Natasha finishes before you so she goes to your room and sees you pulling your shirt over her head. She knocks on the doorway getting your attention, you smile when you see her standing there in a white nightgown. You walk yourself over to her and bring her closer to your body. “Would you want to come sleep with me in my bed?” She asks timidly. You take a second to think before answering.

“Nope.” She frowns, letting a quiet ‘oh’ leave her lips. “I won’t sleep with you in your bed because you're sleeping in mine.” You immediately scoop her up and throw her over your shoulder causing her to yelp loudly. Tossing her onto the bed you jump in with her.

“That was unnecessary.” She says as you settle next to her under the covers. You simply shrugged your shoulders bringing her closer to you. “Who would have thought you're such a hugger?” She teases. You quickly let go of her, afraid you crossed some sort of boundary. As if the two of you didn't just fuck… “Oh baby I’m only joking, you can hold me if that's what you want.” When you don't grab her again she takes it upon herself to scoot closer to you and bring you into her embrace.

It feels warm and welcoming, you could get used to it you tell yourself. She runs her fingers through your wet hair carefully brushing through any tangles you might have missed.

“Is this all going to stop when dad comes back home?” You ask quietly. Natasha takes a second to think of her answer.

“I mean I don’t want it to.” She says. “We probably won't be able to do what we just did but I wouldn’t mind exploring what this could be.” She says truthfully. “Do you regret what we just did?” It's her turn to ask a question.

“I could lie and say I did but god Nat, time with you is nothing but enjoyable.” You say smiling up at her. She sends you a smile too but a slightly sad one. “Do you regret it?” You slowly question. She immediately shakes her head but when tears start to form in her eyes you start to question it. “Oh god you do.” You instantly worry seperating yourself from her. “ It’s okay we can just pretend this never happened, um I understand if your gonna need-”

“Oh baby no, I regret nothing and I mean it.” She quickly interjects as she grabs your face. “It’s silly but I don’t know how I’m going to act with your father when all I’m gonna want to do is be in your arms instead of his.” She confesses.

“We’ll figure it out won't we?”

“Yeah we will over time, but I guess we worry about all that later.” Natasha says. And she’s right because all you wanted to do at that moment was to hold her and not worry about what's going to happen next week when your father returns.

Theres probs a ton of grammer errors so please don’t mention them :,)

Besides that, there’s a couple of drabbles that i thought about while writing this so if you guys are interested please lmk and I can get started on those. Or if u have any ideas on a drabble i wouldn’t mind writing it either!

Tumblr was being a little bit of dick while editing this so sorry if some things look funky :(

Okay thats enough have a good day or night! <3

[lesless]

Decided that for the rest of this year & the near future I’ll only spend $ on new clothing items if they’re undergarments or basics I wear under things often/repeatedly (i.e. tank tops, wool leggings). Since deciding that a few months back I had been greatly tempted by a corduroy skirt & blouse top. I’ve been wearing skirts to work frequently & in my personal time too & it felt like a good item to add to my small wardrobe. A brand I like had one on sale but it was still a lot of money ($50!!) & I was like no I really can’t justify that. I hopped on eBay & found a nearly identical skirt, plus a brown cotton blouse I can wear to work & a matching skinny leather belt & got all 3 items for what would have been just 1 new skirt. I think this tactic is saving $ but also preventing me from buying to buy, rather I have to be intentional about what pieces I’m trying to add, which I’ve said before. Now that the goodwill down the street has stepped up its game I feel that this is even more feasible. I had been looking for black knee high leather boots for a while, knowing they’ll get a lot of rotation in the following months. Finding those at goodwill for $5 really reinvigorated my faith in secondhand lol! Now even if I’m in just a mood to browse I’ll limit it to secondhand stores. The last few times I went I came away with little (white sleep shirt & $8 coat) or nothing, which is good. Who really needs more stuff right?

[g0rechan]

May we see those spicy ghost pepper hcs?

Massive TW: Grooming, Sexual Coercion, Forced prostitution, Stockholm syndrome, etc.

Disclaimer: As usual, these are not meant to be romantic. Enjoy.

- Midori will do anything to distract herself from the abuse that she'll deep clean the entire apartment. She find herself completely exhausted and will collapse on the futon by the end of it.

- (Yea I hc that they live in some crappy little apartment)

- When Muchisute sees her lying down on the bed, he'll use his foot to stroke her body, much to her discomfort.— The more uncomfy she is, the better it is for him.

- Sadly, this all ultimately backfires on Midori since now that she's exhausted and can't move, Muchi can use her to his own advantage :(

-Muchisute will buy porn mags and they'll look at them together. Midori will just feel so squeamish and uncomfortable while Muchi's just like 😩

- Sometimes he'll get so hard that he just straight up tells Midori to take off his undergarments and start jerking him off.

- Either way, once they're done he'll force Middy to reenact the actions from the magazines.

- When this happens, She tries her hardest to hold back her tears and comply with his demands, hoping to avoid his anger.

-On one occasion, he got so horny he started stripping her while she was doing this.

- Muchi has definitely forced Midori to prostitute herself. He’ll invite guys to the house and they’ll pay him to “use his sex toy”🤢

- Muchisute is just smiling and chuckling as this is happening while Midori’s bawling her eyes out. :(

- Muchi will force Midori to wear lingerie and almost next-to-nothing. Nothing modest allowed, no sir.

- Bro could be using money to pay the damn bills but nah instead he gotta spend it on some cute lolita cherry printed cotton bra and undies set—

- Anyways, the first time Middy was forced to don a lingerie…. He came home and was like “heyyyyy Midori I got something for youuuu <3 Issa surprise tho😊🤫”

>>>Don’t mind me, I use humor to tone down how rlly fudged up this all is…

-Midori feels incredibly uneasy and genuinely terrified. She can’t even fathom what he has in store for her now.

- So he brings her to the room and shows her what’s what… He’s like, “SUPRISE😄 now put it on.”. She is utterly shocked and disgusted in every possible manner. Once she puts it on, what unfolds next is simply...

- On this cold autumn day, she finds herself grappling with even the simplest household tasks, as the cold seeps into her bones, making everything a struggle. By the end of the day, every part of her body had become ice cold.

- In her longing for affection and warmth, she has no choice but to seek warmth from Muchisute. This was their first cuddling sesh~

-Just imagine a cold-to-touch Midori, propping herself on Muchisute’s lap, one arm around his waist, the other hand draped on the crook of his neck, pressing her entire body onto him, just attempting to catch whatever warmth she can get…

-Why would she wanna come near him doesn’t he smell like a rotting corpse HC that she’s become noseblind to his smelly ass at this point

- This is when she finally gives in, this is when her Stockholm syndrome begins to settle in as well. This is also when Muchisute realizes he’s finally gotten what he wanted; power and control.

[starberry-cupcake]

I can only talk about my experience and my country but I’d like for plus size models sometimes to not be complicit in the scam of brands that call themselves size inclusive for clout, when in their photos the clothes they give them clearly don’t fit them well, are not a proper size for them, have photos taken in ways that hide some of the easiest tell signs of a bad fit or are using other clothes to cover up bad signs, because they don’t even bother to photoshop the lies anymore. 

A long shirt covering the fit of leggings in the hips when what they’re selling are the leggings, a bra not being shown from the back to hide that it’s not hooked all the way or isn’t a horizontal fit, the cups of a bra not fitting anywhere near properly but using the wrong fit as some sexy lingerie cleavage design excuse, straps covered with other clothes to avoid showing how they’re not fitting properly on the shoulders, a coat not being shown when closed, a swimsuit being displayed in a pool or somewhere where the bottom part isn’t visible, a clear disparity in a group shot in the overall fit of a plus size model versus a medium or small size model, a skirt not shown on the back to avoid displaying the cut running short for someone with a big butt, the overuse of undergarments they don’t sell to push the impossible fit of an outfit in a plus size model (like corsets or waist compression garments), the absolute lack of presentation diversity in model groups in which everything that they don’t consider ‘woman wear’ isn’t ever modeled by someone fat, the non inclusion of measurements of the net undergarment of swimming trunks as part of the piece as if they were just selling shorts, the non inclusion of anything other than waist and length for pants as if people were proportionately bigger everywhere all at once, the frontal only photo of shirts to avoid showing if there are holes in the button separation because of a bad fit... 

I know that it isn’t easy to be a plus size model and that work is tough and I’m sure it’s awesome to hear, as a fat person, that you’re chosen for a shoot or a brand wants you, but it’s very disappointing because fat people will trust you, if they see their body in yours, to be representing and providing the endorsement of a brand that we will trust implicitly as well, especially because plus size wear isn’t easily found in stores and online shopping is much more frequent for them, and because for many fat folks out there, going shopping to a store carries ages of past trauma and bullshit that you’re helping, as a model with a fat body, to try to dismantle. I don’t know, maybe I’m wrong, but it frustrates me. 

Finding stores with actual plus size clothing is difficult. Finding stores with actual plus size clothing that include an array of designs for inclusive presentation is even harder. Finding stores with plus size clothes that are honest, with diverse models who are game to include their sizes for comparison to your own fit and who can actually wear what they model in their daily lives, stores that have a sensible size chart that doesn’t just call an L a 2XL for unrealistic size inclusion clout and doesn’t outright pull stuff like this, it’s incredibly rare. 

[stat1cstarz]

Rock with you PART 2 🎀

Not requested

Warnings: Smut,anal,p n v,cursing maybe

Genre:Fluff | Smut

Synopsis:Y/N finds out about Eddie’s performance,and her chance of getting backstage,-and takes advantage of the one in a lifetime deal…

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I was walking home last night, it was about 10pm when I finished, I was walking through the cold,empty town until I saw a poster, it read “Ladies and gentlemen,stop by our record store and if you can buy our one of a kind “Rock with you” CD, you can get a free backstage pass to Eddie Munson’s concert, no sensible person would miss this deal”. I stepped inside the record store which was luckily still open, I searched the racks for the album, and found it, it was about 20 cents. I brought it up to the cashier, “Wow, another hm?” He asked, putting the money in the cashier “What do you mean?” I asked, taking the CD “A ton of horny teenage girls come in buying these, good luck getting it tho” he said, as I walked out “Creep” I whispered under my breath.

—————night of concert

It was the night of the concert, luckily I got the pass so I might be able to meet him. After I got ready to look my best for him, I got in my car and drove to the theater. I pulled up and saw a crowd of people filling it, I got my purse and followed them, seeing a large empty area and the stage, I was already in pain realizing that standing for hours in high heels wouldn’t be great, I found my spot near the front, and the lights quickly dimmed. One light above the stage turned on, and Eddie was there, with his electric guitar and a black satin suit and his curly hair straightened and slicked back with gel. The first song began and the crowd of other young girls started screaming, I just hope it’s quieter backstage.

3:00 AM

The concert finally stopped, I enjoyed it but my feet were sore, until over the intercom I heard “Will Y/N L/N please come to the backstage with your pass, someone wants to meet you, really badly..” he said tiredly, I found the ticket in my purse and found the door “So you’re the lucky ducky huh?“ the guard, checking the ticket to see if it was fraudulent, than unhooking the velvet rope. I walked in and saw Eddie doing a ridiculous electric air guitar performance, while his real one was getting tuned and his vanity was being set up. He heard my heels clicking the concrete floor, and he rushed over “Hey princess, I prayed that you would’ve have gotten that ticket, I have so much to show you” he said, trying to seem cool but was also sweating heavily,the beads smudging his perfect eyeliner “What do you wanna show me?” I asked “Well it can’t be here” he said, grabbing my hand and taking me to his room. He shut the door, and took me to his trophy case “Well it’s impressive, I don’t see why the door has to be locked”I said, hearing the click “Don’t mind it, I like..privacy with this kinda stuff, if I wanted to I would’ve brought the camera crew” he said “Well this is pretty normal, I doubt anyone would care” I said “Well what I’m about to do to you, that’s not normal” he said. I turned my head towards him, until he pushed it back to the trophy case, “Nope it’s a surprise” he said, unbuckling his pants and dropping them to his ankles,and taking his shirt and shoes off. He made quick work of my panties, and undergarments “I’ll leave the dress one, wouldn’t want my princess getting cold huh?” He slipped off my heels, I finally felt some relief, until he ripped a large hole in my tights where my wet holes were. “Beautiful” he said getting on his knees, licking from my folds to my ass. I shivered from the contact of his tongue, he stood up and got some lube and a condom “We won’t need the lube yet, but I hope you’re used to condoms” He pulled me by the hips so I was bent over and he quickly lined himself with my folds, shoving in and out slowly. He turned on his radio which was luckily near by. As he got deeper inside I began moaning louder, until he covered my mouth “Shut up” he said “Sorry” I whispered. After a while he finally pulled out “You’re not done yet” he said “And sense you were a bad and girl and didn’t keep quiet, you won’t get any lube” he said, before roughly shoving himself into my ass, I almost screamed but kept my mouth shut, while he violently thrusted into me, this was probably my punishment. I felt his rough fingers rubbing my clit, soon enough I felt my sticky cum drip down my legs “Let me do it, sense you were quiet” he said, getting on his knees and licking it off, before swallowing it. He took me to his bed and laid me down, before laying with me to

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Third-rate

Josephine and Grace go shopping.

Written for ffxivwrite for the prompt 'third-rate'.

Josephine was not an easy woman to anger. At least, not if it was a stranger involved. Anyone involved with the Werlyt project or her past was fair game, as was anyone who dared to upset one of her friends, but a stranger on the street? Never. And so it almost frightened Grace to see the normally-calm woman glaring daggers at the Ul'dahn merchant whose fabric store she currently stood in the middle of. Like most of the markets in the Sapphire Avenue Exchange, the store was little more than a tent set up along the side of the street, but Josephine managed to look imposing and regal in it.

"You're asking thousands of gil for this- this piece of third-rate cotton?" Josephine huffed, holding out the scrap of fabric. While it certainly wasn't as fine as silk, cotton was cotton, right? Still, by Grace's eye, the price was a bit steep. Perhaps Josephine had a point after all.

"Why, that's not just any fabric, madam, that's the finest cotton you're like to find this side of the Sagolii," the lalafellin merchant informed her, hands on his diminutive hips. "Though I wouldn't expect an outsider like you to know that."

"Oh, really, now?" said Josephine, folding her arms over her chest. "I'll have you know that the traders in the Sagolii itself have much better quality stock than this, though it's highly likely that they simply know a reliable supplier of good fabric."

"Well, if you're only going to insult my fabric, you can leave," said the lalafell. Josephine fumed, tail lashing, teeth grit, but she wasn't an idiot. Rather than slapping the merchant as she dearly wished, the au ra instead slammed the fabric down on the counter, whirled around, and stalked from the tent.

"Come, Grace," she told her companion. "We're leaving. It's more expensive in the Sagolii, but at least they have good stock!" A part of Grace wanted to apologise to the merchant, especially as it was for her own needs that the fabric was being bought, but, well... Josephine had an eye for fabrics and weaving, so if she said that the fabric was no good and overpriced to boot, Grace was willing to believe her. And so the heavier au ra followed her companion from the merchant's stall and dashed to catch up with her storming through the streets of Ul'dah.

"Wait!" Grace called after her, nearly bowling her over when Josephine stopped suddenly. "Oops. Uh, Jaik said that there's another cloth merchant, remember, Eshtaime's Aesthetics or something like that?"

"I thought that was for jewellery," said Josephine. Grace shrugged.

"Well, maybe I got the name wrong, all I know is that it's near the aetheryte plaza," said Grace. "I think the clothes there are ready-made, but surely they'll be willing to part with some for you. Or there's the weaver's guild, they might be able to help."

"Hmm," Josephine hummed. "It would be nice to have a guild to help me sell my wares in this land, and a group of people who are also fellow weavers to speak to. Where did you say the guild was?"

"Honestly, I've got no clue," said Grace. "But let's just go to this other place first and then we can worry about finding the guild." Because she really, desperately needed some more undergarments. Hey, it was hardly her fault that she'd chosen to go to Eorzea on a whim and hadn't thought to pack anything!

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Donation Bins in Parking Lots Near Me

Donation bins in parking lots serve as a convenient resource for community members looking to give back. Typically found outside grocery stores, shopping centers, and schools, these colorful containers are easily accessible. They invite donations of gently used clothing, shoes, and household items.

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These bins play an essential role in recycling efforts by ensuring that usable items don’t end up in landfills. Instead, they support various charities that help individuals and families in need. Many organizations rely on these donations to fund their programs.

Locating donation bins near you is simple with a quick online search or by checking local maps. Keep your eyes peeled next time you're out running errands; you might discover one just around the corner!

List of Acceptable Clothing Donation Items

When considering what to donate, it's essential to know which items are acceptable. Most donation bins accept gently used clothing and shoes in good condition. Here is a list of acceptable clothing donation items:

1. Shirts: T-shirts, long-sleeved shirts, tank tops, and blouses.

2. Pants: Jeans, dress pants, sweatpants, and leggings.

3. Dresses and skirts: Casual dresses, formal dresses, maxi skirts, and pencil skirts.

4. Outerwear: Jackets, coats, sweaters, and hoodies.

5. Activewear: Athletic shorts, workout tops, and sports bras.

6. Shoes: Sneakers, dress shoes, sandals, boots, and flip flops.

7. Accessories: Hats, scarves, gloves/mittens, belts, ties/bowties.

8. Sleepwear: Pajamas and nightgowns.

9. Undergarments: New or lightly used bras and underwear (preferably still in packaging).

10. Socks: Clean socks in good condition are always needed at donation centers.

11. Baby clothes: Onesies, sleepers/pajamas for babies/toddlers up to size 4T.

12. Children's clothing: Shirts/shorts/pants for children up to size 14/16.

13. Teen clothing: Clothing for teenagers, including larger sizes.

14. Maternity clothing: Clothing for expectant mothers.

15. Business attire: Professional clothing such as suits, blouses, and dress pants.

16. Formal wear: Dresses and suits for formal events like prom or weddings.

17. Specialized clothing: Uniforms, scrubs, costumes, and cosplay outfits.

18. Winter gear: Coats, hats, gloves/mittens, and scarves for colder climates.

19. Swimwear: Swimsuits and cover-ups in good condition.

20. Wedding dresses: Many organizations accept wedding dresses to be repurposed or resold to raise funds.

It's important to note that these items should be clean and in good condition without any rips or stains. Some organizations may have specific guidelines or restrictions on what they can accept, so it's always best to check with the donation center beforehand. Additionally, donations of new items are always appreciated as well.  

Locate the Nearest Donation Bin

Finding a donation bin nearby is easier than you might think. Many local charities and organizations place bins in high-traffic areas, such as shopping center parking lots or community centers. These locations are chosen for their accessibility.

To locate the nearest donation bin, consider using online tools like Google Maps. Simply type "donation bins in parking lots near me" into the search bar. You'll see various options pop up along with user reviews and ratings.

Another effective method is to check with local charities directly through their websites or social media pages. They often list drop-off locations, making it simple to find a convenient spot for your clothing donations.

Number of Donation Bins in Different States

The availability of donation bins varies significantly across the United States. Some states, like California and Texas, have thousands of these bins due to their large populations and community engagement in charitable activities. Cities within these states often prioritize accessible locations for donations.

Conversely, smaller states or those with less population density may have fewer options. For example, Wyoming and Vermont tend to host only a limited number of donation bins scattered throughout rural areas.

Additionally, local regulations can influence bin placement. In some regions, municipalities may restrict where these bins can be located based on zoning laws or public safety concerns. Understanding your state’s landscape helps when searching for convenient donation options.

Donation bins in parking lots are an accessible way for people to donate unwanted clothing and household items. These bins are typically placed in high-traffic areas, making it convenient to drop off donations while running errands or shopping. Many organizations partner with local businesses to provide these donation points.

Before you donate, it's essential to know what items are acceptable. Most bins accept gently used clothing, shoes, and accessories but may have restrictions on other items like electronics or furniture. Always check the guidelines posted on the bin itself.

You can often find a list of nearby donation bin locations through local charity websites or by searching online maps. This ensures that your contributions go to reputable organizations that help those in need.

Finding a Clothing Donation Bin Near You

Finding a clothing donation bin near you is easier than ever. Many organizations place these bins in convenient locations, including grocery store parking lots and community centers. A quick online search can yield results specific to your area.

You can also use mobile apps designed for locating donation sites. These tools often provide real-time information about nearby bins, making it simple to drop off items when you're out running errands.

If you prefer a more personal touch, consider calling local charities directly. They can inform you of the closest donation options and any upcoming events where donations are welcome.

Donation Alternatives if No Bins Nearby

If you can’t find donation bins in parking lots near you, don’t worry. There are several alternatives to consider for your gently used items. Local charities often accept direct donations at their facilities. Many nonprofits have drop-off centers where you can bring clothing and other goods.

Another option is community organizations or churches that frequently run clothing drives. They may welcome your contributions and help distribute them to those in need.

Additionally, consider online platforms like Freecycle or Buy Nothing groups on social media. You can list items for free, allowing others in your community who may need them to pick them up directly from you. This promotes sustainability while helping someone else out!

Tax-Deductible Donations and Receipts

Donating your items to donation bins can not only help those in need but also provide you with potential tax benefits. Many organizations that manage these bins are registered charities, meaning your contributions could qualify as tax-deductible donations.

When you drop off clothing or other goods, it’s essential to ask for a receipt. This document serves as proof of your donation and will be necessary when filing your taxes. Keep the receipt in a safe place until tax season.

The value of the donated items is crucial for deduction purposes. You may want to estimate their fair market value or consult IRS guidelines on how to assess this properly. Always stay organized to maximize your deductions.

Conclusion

Finding donation bins in parking lots near you is a convenient way to declutter your home while helping those in need. By knowing what items are acceptable for donation, you ensure that your contributions make the most impact. If you're unable to locate a bin nearby, explore alternative donation methods like local charities or thrift shops.

Remember, donations can often be tax-deductible if you keep proper receipts. This adds an extra incentive for giving back while benefiting yourself during tax season.

By staying informed about where and how to donate, you play an essential role in supporting your community’s charitable efforts. Your unwanted clothing and household items could change someone’s life for the better—don’t hesitate to contribute!

FAQs

What items can I donate in the bins? 

Donation bins typically accept clothing, shoes, and small household items like books or toys. However, it's essential to check the signage on the bin or contact the organization managing the bin to ensure they accept the items you wish to donate.

Are donations tax-deductible? 

Yes, donations made to bins managed by registered charities are generally tax-deductible. Be sure to keep a record of your donation and request a receipt if possible. Check with the organization to confirm their tax-exempt status.

How often are the donation bins emptied? 

The frequency of bin collection varies depending on the organization managing the bin and the location. Popular bins may be emptied several times a week, while others might be serviced less frequently. Overflowing bins can sometimes be reported to the managing organization.

What happens to my donations after they are collected? 

Donations are typically sorted and either distributed to local shelters, sold in thrift stores to support charitable programs, or recycled. Each organization has its own process, so it’s a good idea to research the specific charity or company managing the bin.

What should I do if the bin is full or vandalized? 

If you encounter a full or damaged donation bin, it's best not to leave your items outside the bin as they could be damaged or stolen. Instead, contact the organization responsible for the bin using the contact information provided, or try to find another nearby donation location.

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Significance of Bridal Dress Fittings

Ensure the Idealize Fit for Your Enormous Day We know that fitting appointments—when a needle worker or fitter evaluates the fundamental changes for your wedding dress—may not be as energizing as shopping for the dress or selecting adornments. In any case, these fittings make you feel like the most wonderful adaptation of yourself on your wedding day. Unless you select a customized or made-to-measure outfit, wedding outfits are frequently modified in a standard measure based on your estimations some time recently being modified to fit you exactly. Fittings are vital to tailor your wedding outfit to your specific shape since, since of our special bends, exceptionally few women's estimations fit to a "standard estimate." This method guarantees your dress complements your characteristic allure and impeccably fits your figure. Types of Wedding Dress Alterations

Essential Fit Adjustments: The most normal wedding dress changes point to accomplish the right fit. Changes to the fix length, bear alterations, and side crease fit alterations are among those alterations. By making these small changes, you can guarantee that you feel upheld and certain on your wedding day and dodge any conceivable closet mishaps. Custom Features

  Beyond fit modifications, brides frequently ask bespoke highlights to personalize their outfits. Well known increases include: ● Sleeves: Putting long or brief sleeves to a dress without sleeves. ● Take: Counting pockets is a down to earth and smart touch. ● Bra glasses: Sewing in bra mugs to give more support. ● Corset Backs: To get a personalized fit, swap out a zipper with a undergarment back. ● Modesty Boards: Counting boards to give assist protection. ● Neckline Alterations: Changing the neck area to a higher, more comfortable position. What Does a Wedding Dress Fitting involve? First Fitting

Your to begin with fitting more often than not takes put numerous months after you've picked your dress. Amid this session, you will attempt on your outfit in your wanted estimate, and the tailor will decide where changes are required. This arrangement, which ordinarily endures an hour, is your longest fitting. It's moreover time to conversation almost any additional alterations, like including or erasing sleeves. ● Professional Direction: Bridal dress alteration Hitchin is a proficient; in this manner you must approach this strategy with an open intellect. They exhort against a certain modification or offer an elective based on their encounter and information of the piece of clothing. Believe their aptitudes. ● Choosing A&Z Tailor & Alteration: Not all needle workers have the same sum of involvement with distinctive textures or modifications. It is totally suitable to get a moment conclusion if you are uncertain almost the prescribed changes. Second Fitting

If the dress still does not fit absolutely amid your moment fitting, the CUSTOM MADE BRIDAL DRESS  is in impact attaching (brief fastens) to confirm the fit and make any last alterations. This arrangement guarantees that any key adjustments are legitimately handled.

Third Fitting

The third and last fitting permits you to see yourself in the dress as it will show up on your wedding day. You will moreover take your bridal outfit domestic at this arrange. Inquire your shop for direction on how to carefully store your dress at domestic some time recently the wedding to protect it in idealize shape.

Summing Up! A&Z Tailor & Alteration not as it was increments your consolation and certainty, but it too jam your wedding dress, making it less difficult to move in. You may move, socialize, and altogether appreciate your enormous day without fear of ruining your dress. Ladies tailor near me alterations account for the potential wear and strain on your piece of clothing amid the day.

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Professional Wedding Dress Alteration Specialists in NYC

Introduction

One of the most significant days of your life is your wedding, and you want everything—especially your wedding dress—to be ideal. Finding the ideal wedding gown is just the start because most dresses need to be altered to suit you perfectly. You're in fortunate if you're getting married in the vibrant city of New York because there are many skilled wedding dress tailors and modification specialists available to help you attain the perfect fit. This post will discuss some of the top Wedding Dress Alterations NYC  as well as advice on how to obtain the ideal fit for your big day.

The Value of Wedding Gown Alterations :

Making sure your wedding dress fits you ideally is essential since it represents your individual taste and personality. Wedding dress adjustments can turn a ready-to-wear gown into a unique work of art that accentuates your inherent beauty. Adjusting the hem, taking in or letting out the waist, changing the neckline, and adding or removing sleeves are common adjustments. Having these adjustments Best Wedding Dress Tailor NYC  can make a huge difference in how you feel and appear on your wedding day.

New York City's top wedding dress alterations:

Kleinfeld Bridal Alterations, for example:

In NYC, Kleinfeld Bridal, made popular by the television program "wedding alterations near me" provides excellent wedding dress modifications. Their skilled staff of seamstresses can perfectly alter your dress, ensuring that you look wonderful on your special day.

Madame Paulette: 

Madame Paulette is a high-end alteration studio that specializes in adjustments to bridal gowns and is renowned for their couture-level skill. They are known for their flawless craftsmanship, so they can handle even the trickiest wedding dress alterations.

Wedding Dress Studio: 

Wedding Dress Studio is a quaint alteration store located in the middle of Manhattan. They offer individualized service and close attention to detail and only concentrate on wedding dresses and evening gowns.

Tips for Choosing the Correct Alterations for a Wedding Dress :

Start early: 

Don't put off scheduling your changes until the last minute. Starting the procedure at least three to six months before to your wedding day is advised by best wedding dress alterations near me.

Pick a Specialist: 

Seek for tailors or experts in alterations who focus on wedding dresses. Their proficiency with elaborate designs and delicate textiles is crucial.

Bring Your Accessories: 

When you go for your fitting, bring the shoes and undergarments you want to wear on your wedding day. This guarantees a perfect fit.

Express the Ideas Clearly: 

Tell the tailor exactly what you want the dress to look like. Share any worries or suggestions you have for achieving the ideal appearance.

Wedding Evening Gowns :

evening dresses for weddings are important, even though wedding dresses are the main attraction. Everyone wants to look their best, including guests, bridesmaids, and moms of the bride or groom. Every member of the bridal party will look sophisticated and polished thanks to the fact that many of the wedding dress alteration specialists mentioned above also provide modifications for evening dresses.

Changing a prom dress  :

Another important occasion in a person's life is prom, and prom gowns frequently need to be Prom Dresses Alterations in order to obtain the appropriate fit and appearance. You can rely on the same skilled experts listed above if you require Prom Dress Alterations Near Me. They can perfectly fit your prom dress, ensuring that you sparkle on this memorable night.

Conclusion

Making sure that your wedding day is everything you've imagined requires finding the wedding dress alterations near me. The selections range from prestigious ateliers like Madame Paulette to well-known brands like Kleinfeld Bridal Alterations. For the best match, keep in mind to start early, pick professionals, and convey your ideas. Your wedding dress can be customized to be as special and lovely as you are.

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2022 Wrap Up

December 21, 2022

I have had one hell of a year. I left the job I've been at (on and off) for seven and a half years, and finally got a job in the field I have a degree in. I finally bought a car. I had to replace that car's radiator. I moved clear across town and now have to take care of all the household duties myself.

My sewing has suffered for it. I accomplished very, very little this year, which I feel even more frustrated about because I set myself a very, very low bar and I still missed it. This post is quickly becoming a bummer though, so let's jump into it.

2022 Goals and Results

Regency

This year, I wanted to expand my wardrobe with a habit-style chemisette, an open robe, and some smaller accessories like vests and bodices, reticules, and some new headwear.

I made two new reticules right at the beginning of the year, and I really like them!

I also made the DAR vest and an over bodice in the same fabric I've already used to make a reticule and a bonnet.

In non-sewing projects, I made myself another simple jewelry set - a necklace, bracelet, and pair of earrings in deep blue glass beads. I stumbled on some very fun red teardrop-shaped beads that were a near-match for my faux coral jewelry set, so I used some spare beads from the original set to make another pair of earrings.

1890s

My only real goal for my 1890s wardrobe this year was combinations. I got them mostly cut out, but sadly that's as far as I got.

I have, however, made many plans for my 1890s wardrobe, including picking a color scheme and a selection of patterns, and I've expanded my 1890s pinterest board considerably.

Misc

I had one goal for my modern wardrobe this year - a casual warm-weather dress. While I didn't sew one, I did buy a suitable white dress and dyed it a lovely shade of blue. So I'm considering that goal achieved.

I also made a modern bralette this spring and some vaguely 1930s undergarments - a bralette and shorts. Over the summer, I turned an old, too-small attempt at a 1920s house dress into combinations. Then, in the fall, I made a cotton garment bag for what I suspect to be a home-sewn silk dress from the late 1920s or early 30s. It originally belonged to my great-grandmother Elinor. My grandmother kept it, and gave it to me this year when we discovered that it fit me perfectly!

Speaking of my grandmother, I also made some alterations to three or four of her favorite shirts so they fit her better, and I'm currently/still working on another one. I did not enjoy these projects because of the sheer amount of seam ripping I had to do. Please never ask me to alter a store-bought garment ever again.

Summary

Ok, so while I didn't do much sewing this year, I did do some things. And while I'm not thrilled with the number of projects I completed, I am happy with how each project turned out.

Hopefully, 2023 will be a year filled with sewing motivation.

Until then,

Stay warm. Stay safe. Stay healthy.