#and all my fabric is cut and pinned so i literally just have to run it through the sewing machine

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: reader and Sam go to the premiere of their new spicy romance drama. 

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, movie star!reader, flirting, sexual tension, kissing, hair pulling, biting, scratching, quickie, unprotected car sex, filth 

Word count: little over 5k | not edited

There’s a surprise at the end but don’t skip ahead 😉

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"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Sam's voice causes you to jump slightly. 

You look over at the balcony next to yours, "Are you?" You smile, turning to face him as you lean against the metal banister. 

He leans forward onto his elbows, "I mean, I'm nervous. I can't lie about that." 

You nod, "Yeah, about a hundred people are going to watch us-" you put air quotes, "-have sex, with us in the room." 

Sam laughs, "Yeah, talk about awkward." 

"I agree, but two people denying the love that's obviously there, and finally when they give in.. I think we made a good movie.. all around." You walk over, looking down over the edge, "It's literally midnight and there's photographers?" 

Sam looks over, shaking his head as he laughs, "Of course. They're waiting to see if we try and sneak out together." 

"Mhm." You sigh, "Well, I'm going to try and get some sleep. Makeup team will be here early."  

"Night." Sam says, watching you go into your room. A few seconds later you hear his door shut and you let out a sigh. 

The tension was obviously there, but neither one of you wanted to make a move. 

You crawl into bed, setting an alarm on your phone before lying down. You toss and turn a few times until you get comfortable enough to drift off to sleep. 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

The sound of your alarm blaring, causes a groan to leave your lips. You reach over, searching desperately for your lock button before you sit up. 

Your hands move to your face, rubbing your eyes as you try and wake yourself up. 

You looked around your quiet and dim hotel room, waiting for the spark to get you to finally get up. You swing your legs over the edge, pushing yourself to stand up. 

You walk over to the shower, turning on the water and you wait a few minutes for it to warm up before stripping down and getting in.

It was obvious you grew feelings for your friend and co-star. 

That's what made the movie so good, at least, to you it did. 

But, Sam felt the same. 

As you get out of the shower, there's a knock on your door, "Coming!" You yell out as you wrap a towel around your body. 

You walk to the door and Chelsea with her hair and makeup crew are standing there, "Hey, Chels. Come in." 

She smiles, flipping on the light switch as she walks in, "So I was thinking of a loose, beach wave curl? Maybe pinning it to the side?" 

You nod, "That's fine with me. Whatever you think is best." You laugh and walk over to the chair. 

"Oh honey. Were you up all night thinking about that boy again?" Chelsea asks and you whip your head around, "Shush!" You laugh pointing, "His room is next to mine."

"Oh, oh! Sorry." She smirks and shakes her head, "Well fix you right up, honey. Don't you worry."

"I never do." You smile and close your eyes as she starts to blow dry your hair.

Two hours later, she spins you around and you look like a whole new person, "amazing as always." 

She smiles and walks over, unzipping the dress bag, "Now did the final touch." She pulls the dress and the hanger out and holds it up, "What do you think?" 

"If this is just for the press conference, I'm actually really excited to see my dress for the premiere tonight." You walk over, fingers running over the black fabric of the simple, yet elegant cut out blazer dress. 

"Oh yeah, we like to keep things a little bit more casual for the conferences, but for the premiere." She smiles, "You're going to look even more incredible." 

"That's what I mean." You shake your head, taking the dress, "I'll be right back." 

You go and get changed, looking at yourself in the mirror before you walk back out. The team's jaws drop. 

"That looks beautiful on you." Chelsea says, "we do such great work." She laughs slightly, "You're definitely going to have his attention."

She winks and you smirk, leaning in to whisper, "I think I already do." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Five minutes! Car is leaving in five minutes!" 

There's a knock on your door and you stand up from your chair, smoothing out your dress. You grab your bag, making sure you have everything before walking over to your door. 

As you open it and step out, Sam does the same thing. 

You turn, facing each other. 

A smile grows on your lips as you see him smirk, "Ready?" He extends his arm out and you walk over to him, "As I'll ever be." You laugh, sliding your hand around his arm. 

You make your way to the elevator and step on. 

The doors close and you just can't take your eyes off of Sam's reflection. You can't get over how good he looks in his outfit - the knit, copper colored short sleeve turtleneck, with the white pants and black boots. 

The round, metal, clear frame glasses just complete the look in the best way possible.

"You look beautiful." Sam turns his head, looking down at you. You look away from the elevator doors and up at him, "Oh thank you. You too, uh, I mean. Handsome. You look very handsome, Sam."

He smirks, looking down as the doors open. Both Your's and Sam's security greet you as you walk off. 

You walk to the front doors, making your way outside where a bunch of fans and photographers have been waiting hours for you to make your appearance. 

"Y/n! Sam!"

"Can you answer some questions!" 

"are you off to the conference? Y/n! Y/n!" 

"Sam! Are you two dating? Sam, y/n!" 

Multiple questions hit you all at once, all you can do is smile and wave as you walk to the car. Sam lets you get in first before getting in next to you. 

"That's always crazy." Sam sighs, laughing as he leans forward to watch the crowd walk towards the car as you drive away. 

"Yeah, it's always like that." You laugh shaking your head, "Did you hear the one question?" 

He shakes his head, looking at you. 

You smile, shaking your head, "They asked if we were dating. That's absolutely.. crazy." 

"Yeah." Sam laughs slightly, "So crazy." 

You chew on the inside of your lip, looking out the window, "So what questions do you think they're going to ask?" 

"Definitely about that one particular scene." Sam glances over at you, smirking as he looks away, "It'll probably be the first question of them all."

"Yeah, that's not surprising." You laugh, "I'm actually more nervous than I was up in the hotel room." 

Sam lays his hand on yours, "If you get nervous, just look at me." He smiles as you look at him, "I'll be right there." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You arrive at the venue, Sam stepping out first. He turns around, holding his out to help you out.

You slide your hand in his, the crowd growing louder as you walk with Sam down the carpet towards the stage. 

You smile, waving to the fans that showed up. 

Stopping for pictures for the photographers, both single shots and shots of you and Sam together. 

Your arm is around his waist as his arm crosses over hours to hold you hip tight. He leans in, his voice quiet, "You're doing great." 

You smile, looking up at him and the photographers eat it up, "Just like that!" 

"Stay like that! 

"Perfect chemistry!" 

You laugh slightly as you hold your smile, although it wasn't a fake smile. 

It was a genuine, real smile because of who was looking back at you. 

Sam makes you feel safe and comfortable no matter where you are. 

"Alright." The director of the conference walks up to you, "Take your seats. Sam you're in the last seat on the left, y/n." She looks at you, "Right next to him." 

You nod, giving her a smile as you make your way to the stage with Sam. 

You sit down, giving him a small smile as you see everyone flock to their seats. 

Your handed a microphone, along with Sam and everyone else on the stage. 

"Alright, everyone." The director, Wendell, walks out into the stage, the crowd clapping as a welcome to him, "Are we ready to begin?"

You fix your posture, sitting up straighter. You wipe your palms on the skirt of your dress and take a deep breath. 

"First off, I'd like to introduce the leading people of this movie, Samuel Golbach and Y/N Y/L/N." 

You and Sam stand up, waving to the crown and smiling before sitting back down as Wendell introduces the other people on the stage. 

"Alright, so without further a do, have at them." He motions to you and Sam, but then brings the mic back to his lips, "But be gentle, I need them at the premiere tonight." 

He chuckles and walks to his seat. 

All at once, everyone in the crowd raises their hands and Wendell points to a lady in the front, "Go head, miss, pink blouse." 

The woman stands up, "Sam, y/n. I know that you two were friends well before booking these roles." She pauses and you and Sam nod, "Did filming the sex scene in this movie affect how you look at each other, or affect your relationship in general?" 

"Ooh." Sam sighs with a smile as he looks over at you, "Diving right into it, I see." He chuckles and shakes his head as he looks back to the lady, "Not at all, for me at least. I don't know about her." 

He nods to you, laughing as he looks over at you. 

You bring the mic up, looking out onto the crowd, "I think Sam and I are pretty much bulletproof, you know? We've been friends for years, ever since my fourth birthday party when I had to invite the whole class." 

You laugh, looking over at a smiling Sam, "Nothing really weirds us out. Sam's seen the worst of me and he still calls me his friend so, no. I think we're good, maybe even closer now?" 

"Thank you." The lady sits down and a man raises his hand, standing up when Wendell points to him, "I think I'm asking for everyone when I ask, are you guys an official thing? Couple?" 

You glance over at Sam and he takes the lead, "Nope. Just friends as of right now." 

"As of right now?" The man asks, "Does that mean there's a potential things might happen?" 

You laugh slightly, "I think we're just kind of doing our own thing right now, focusing on the PR for this movie, just going with the flow." 

"I fully one hundred percent agree." Sam nods, smiling at you before looking back to the crowd. 

"Alright, thank you." The guy nods and sits down. 

Another man stands up, "How were your feelings when you found out that you two got casted together, with being friends before?" 

"I was actually really exited. Y/n is amazing at what she does, I honestly couldn't have picked anyone better for this role. She absolutely smashed it and I knew she was going to." Sam smiles, looking at you. 

You smile holding your hand up to block his face, "Don't look at, putting too much pressure on me now." You laugh, dropping your hand, "Um, yeah. I was actually really excited, too. With knowing Sam for a long as I have, it almost felt natural." 

"Almost like.. you guys were really together?" The reporter smirks and you laugh slightly, "I mean, in a way, yeah. It more or less felt like our character were really together the whole time, if that makes sense?" 

The reporter nods, "Thank you." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

After some time, the questions went to normal questions about the movie and you answered them with more ease than the first couple. 

"Alright. So I'm sure we'll be seeing you all at the premier, so until then, let's give these talented people some love." Wendell motions to you all on the stage before he starts to clap. 

You all stand up, waving and giving the people praise for being here. 

Wendell walks up to you and Sam, "You guys have some time before you need to be at the premier, so just take some time, take a nap, whatever it is you need to do." 

"Okay. Sounds good, what time again?" You ask and he looks at you, "Be there by four thirty. Premier is at six, but that'll give you guys time to greet fans and such." He sighs, "You guys are seriously making headlines. I'm so proud of you both." 

You smile up at Sam and Sam nods, "Thank you, sir." 

Wendell pats his shoulder, "Now go. Take a break." 

Sam leads you to the car. The driver opens the door and you get in followed by Sam. Sam gives a wave, smiling before the door is shut, "I'm starving." 

You groan, "Oh my gosh. Me too." You look over at him and he looks at you, both saying the same thing, "Pizza?" 

You both laugh and nod, again in unison, "Yes!" 

You sigh, "Works for me." You lean forward, "Can we stop at that pizza place that's up here on the corner?" 

"Of course, miss y/l/n."

You rest your head back, "I'm so excited for this after party tonight." 

"Why so you can get drunk?" Sam smirks and you nod, "Well, yeah. How else do you celebrate the release of a new movie?" 

"No, you're right." Sam chuckles, "So you don't think our relationship is any different?" 

Your mind starts racing, what does he mean by that? Different? As in, I want to be with you, different? I want to have sex with you for real, different? 

"No." You shake your head, looking over at him, "Why would it be?"

He shrugs, "I mean-" 

The driver cuts off Sam, "We've arrived." 

You stare at Sam for a few seconds, seeing if he'll continue, but he doesn't. He just changes the subject, "So just cheese or pepperoni?" 

"Um, pepperoni of course." You smile and he rolls his eyes, "Should have known." He winks and gets out, walking around to open your door. 

You get out, walking into the building with him. 

As you eat your lunch, you just converse back and forth about how you think the premier will go. How blind you'll be afterwards from all the camera flashes. 

"I think tonight will go good." You nod, wiping the corner of your mouth with the napkin. 

"How so?" Sam asks as he finishes his piece of pizza. 

"Because you always make everything better." You smile, "You know how nervous I get and you just.." you wave your hand down once in front of your face, "take it all away." 

"When you know someone for long enough, it's easy." He smiles, "You do the same, I was so anxious about answering questions and each time I looked at you I knew exactly what I wanted to say." 

You smile, looking down, "So sweet." 

He sighs, "I think.. the after party is going to be so much fun." 

You nod, "We're always fun when we're drunk." 

"If I start wall twerking.. take me home." Sam points to you and you nod, "Got it, boss." 

He laughs, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand as he looks at you. You smile, your cheeks turning slightly red, "What?" 

He shakes his head, "Nothing." 

You smile, standing up, "Come on. We have about three and a half hours to get ready." Sam groans, "Fine, fine." 

You make your way back to the hotel, having small talk about your favorite parts of the movies. Basically, rehearsing what you're going to say to the potential questions of the night. 

Sam walks you to your door and as he's looking down at you, the tension of sharing a real kiss burning between the two of you, the elevator door opens and our comes Chelsea and her team.

"I'll see you in a few." Sam smiles, "have fun." 

You laugh slightly, nodding, "Your team will be up soon, too." 

He sighs, "Oh yeah. Don't remind me." He steps back to his door as Chelsea walks up, "Alright. We have only a short amount of time." 

"We have three hours?" You laugh and Chelsea looks at you with a serious look, "Like I said, short amount of time. Now scoot." 

She cracks a smile and you roll your eyes, laughing as you unlock your door. 

"So." She says as the door closes, "Things seem to be heating up between you and Mr. Co-star." 

You sit down in the chair, "Mm. I think they've been hot.. we just haven't really had time to think about them until now, you know?" 

She nods, brushing your hair, "Exactly." 

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"Okay, now.. turn." She steps back and you turn, mouth falling open as you look at yourself in the mirror. 

Hair and makeup perfect. 

But the backless, v neck, deep rust orange colored dress that fits your body perfectly takes your breath away. 

The way it sparkles in the light is just beautiful. 

"Oh I love this." You twist to look at the back, "I love this." 

Chelsea laughs, "You said that, twice."

"And I'm going to keep saying it." You laugh, "What time is it?" 

She smiles as she checks her watch. Her smile fades, "Shit, time for you to go!" She hands you your bag with everything already in it, "Have fun tonight." She winks and walks over to open the door, "Let me know how it goes." 

You smile as you walk out, "I will. Don't you worry." 

You turn, stopping in your tracks when you see Sam standing there with his mouth slightly open. 

"Sam?" You laugh, "You okay? We gotta go." 

"They can wait, I just want to look at you for a second." Sam walks over, taking your hand in his so he can spin you around, "This is probably my favorite dress I've seen you in." 

Your cheeks grow a darker shade of the pink that's already dashed on them, "Sam." You brush hair from your face and look up at him as he walks in front of you, "You are gorgeous."

His eyes are on yours and you smile, "Thank you." 

Chelsea opens the door and Sam rolls his eyes slightly as he looks away. 

"What are you still doing here!? Go! Go go!" She shoos you away and Sam sighs as he pulls you with him, "She has the most.. impeccable timing." 

You laugh slightly, knowing he's being sarcastic, "Yeah. Tell me about it." 

Sam was wearing a black, long sleeve, knit turtle neck and it was tucked into his brown and black, simple plaid dress pants. Same glasses from this morning and black dress shoes. 

You step into the elevator, waving to Chelsea as her head is still outside of the door watching you, "Bye!" 

She waves, smiling as she shakes her head. The doors close and before you say anything, Sam turns you to him, pointer finger resting gently under your chin as he presses his lips to yours. 

Your eyes close as you finally get that first kiss that's been burning to happen. 

He leans back, opening his eyes the same time you do and you both smile. 

"Sorry I just.. had to do that before anything else interrupted us." He laughs slightly, "I've been thinking about doing it all fucking day." 

You shake your head, "Don't ever say sorry for doing that." You pull him back in, your lips going onto his again. 

You step back, sliding your hand into arm. You look up at him, bringing your thumb up to wipe away the lipstick that slightly transferred onto his lips. 

He smirks and you smile as the doors open. Security greets you, "Ready?" 

You and Sam nod, "As ever." 

They lead you to the car, smiling and waving to the fans and all before you get in. Sam helps you with your dress and gets in. 

The door shuts and you look over at him, "So." 

He smirks, moving to lay a hand on your knee that's poking out of the one slit in your dress, "So.." 

Your eyes move from his lips to his eyes and you both lean in. Your hands messing up his hair as your fingers comb through it. 

His hand slipping under the fabric of your dress to pull you closer by your thigh. 

You've been wanting this. 

Needing this. 

But it wasn't just you. 

Sam has been dying to get his hands on you - off camera.

He kisses down your neck, fighting back the urge to leave a mark. He wanted the people to know that you were his, and as much as he wanted to, he didn't want to take away from the big night that surrounds the release of your movie. 

"Sam.." you breathe out, "Were almost there." 

"Mhm." He kisses back up to your lips, "I know." He presses a few kisses to your lips and leans back, holding your leg over his lap, "So does this mean you're mine now?" 

He smirks and you smile, catching your breath, "Oh yeah." You lean in, fixing his hair before pecking his lips, "Wendell was right, we're definitely making headlines." 

Sam chuckles fixing your dress, trying to get you to look as normal as you did before you entered the car. 

The car comes to a stop and Sam winks at you, "Let's do this, baby." 

The door opens, allowing the muffled screams to become loud. Sam steps out, repeating the process of helping you out. 

He makes sure you're good before moving out of the way, allowing the public to see you for the first time. 

The cameras flash. The people are screaming. 

You felt on top of the world, especially with Sam by your side. 

You walk up the carpet, Sam's arm around your waist, stopping on the marks for pictures. You'd walk ahead, getting single shots before turning around to wait for Sam. 

His hand slips into yours and that causes everyone to become curious. 

"Y/n!" The one reporter waves to you. You walk over, Sam still with you and she smiles, "You guys look phenomenal tonight!" 

You smile, "Thank you." 

Sam nods, "Thank you." 

"So I see a little hand holding action, does this mean what I'm assuming everyone else thinks?" She raises a brow and Sam leans in, "I'll just say this." He laughs, "You guys can think what you want, we know what we are." 

He winks and the reporter leans back, "Ohhh." She smirks, looking from Sam to you, "Girl. I'm jealous." 

You laugh, looking over to see other photographers waiting, "oh, we gotta go." 

"Gotta keep the line moving, right?" Sam shrugs with another laugh and you walk away, moving to the next mark.

As you're standing there getting your pictures taken, Sam's hand runs up your bare back, causing a shiver to go down your spine.

You turn your head, looking up at him and without hesitation, his finger is under your chin and his lips are on yours. 

The crowd. Goes. Nuts. 

Screaming. Crying. Flashes from the cameras. All at once. 

You smile within the kiss and turn, "Thank you!" You wave and walk into the theater. Everyone who's sitting down stands up to greet you and Sam, with clapping and whistling. 

You smile, waving to everyone in there before making your way to your seats. 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·

You were smiles the whole time.

"Let's give another round of applause for our leading couple!" Wendell claps and everyone rises to their feet around you and Sam. 

Sam leans in, "I think it's a hit." He pecks your cheek, standing up to pull you to your feet. You look around, saying thank you for the people around you. 

Everyone was cheering. 

You really felt like you were on top of everything now. 

"To everyone on the list for the after party.." Wendell says and points, "I'll see ya there." He claps and walks out. 

You and Sam spend a few minutes making your way around to people, making small talk and getting praised. 

"You guys were absolutely incredible." A woman says taking your hand into hers, "The tension was almost like it was happening in real life and you used that to your advantage. I loved it." 

You smile, "We work very well together.." you glance over at Sam, who is smiling huge and taking pictures with a few people, "Don't we?" 

She embraces you in a hug and congratulates you again before walking away. You walk over to Sam, snaking your arm around his waist, "Ready? I need to change before we head to the party." 

"Chelsea isn't going to be there is she?" He huffs and you laugh, "No. I texted her to just leave my dress on the bed before she left this last time." 

"Good. Because I want some time with my girl before we're flocked again." He kisses your head and you walk back out to where the cameras are flashing and people are still screaming. 

You nod towards a group of people and he nods. You all over and the fans go wild. 

"Hi!" You say as you walk up to them. 

You and Sam sign a few things, take some pictures, chit chat for a quick second before making your way back to the car. 

As soon as the door is shut, Sam's hands are pulling you to him. 

You were basically in his lap. 

His hands squeeze your waist as your lips move with his. He moves your hips, causing you to grind down on him. 

A low groan escape his lips and you smirk, "Someone's rowdy." 

He scoffs, "You have no idea." His lips move down your neck, biting gently as his hand slides up your bare back, pressing into your skin. 

He lightly drags his nails down your back and you gasp quietly, exhaling as you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug. 

"Do we need to go to the party?" He asks lowly and you smile, "I mean.. we have to make somewhat of an appearance, right?" 

"Mmm." He groans, "I want you, so fucking bad." 

You glance back, "Take us straight to Jewel's please." 

The driver nods and you press the button that puts the partition up. You look back at Sam, "Now we got twenty minutes. Don't make a mess on my dress." 

"Deal." He pulls you in, kissing you as your hands move down to undo his belt. His hands slide up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress away. 

His fingers slip between your legs, rubbing your clit through your panties, "Wet already?" 

You unzip his pants, "See for yourself." 

You lift up slightly so he can push his pants down, freeing his cock. Your eyes move from his lap to his eyes as you shift forward. 

He slides your panties to the side and you sink down onto his cock. 

Your mouth falls open, pulling his hair as you feel him stretching you out. His hands grip your wait, pinning your dress up to keep it out of the way. 

"Fuck." He breathes out, "Better than pretending. That's for sure." He smiles, bucking his hips up slightly. 

You nod, "Oh, yeah. I agree." You whimper as you start to ride him, rising up and sinking back down. You roll your hips, moaning quietly as you rest your forehead against his 

He slides a hand up your back, dragging his nails down your back. You tilt your head back, moaning out as his hand wraps around your hair, pulling it to keep it back. 

Sam sucks a mark into your neck, moving down a little to suck another one. 

You clench around his cock, panting as you feel yourself building up to that knot in your stomach snapping. 

He wraps his other arm around your waist, moving to lay you down onto the seat. He picks up the thrusts, groaning into your neck. 

"Feels so fucking good." He moans out quietly, "Fuck, baby." 

You wrap your leg over his waist as your arms go around his neck, "Fuck, Sam, yes yes yes." You arch your back, head falling back as you fight back from moaning loudly. 

"Let go for me, baby." Sam whispers and you look up at him, locking eyes for a second before leaning your head up to close the space between your lips. 

You one hand moves to the side of his neck. He swallows your moans with ease as you grow closer and closer. 

"Come on, baby. Times almost up." Sam mumbles against your lips, "I wanna get you off first." 

That was enough. You throw your head back, moaning as you come undone around him. Pleasure taking over every single inch of your body as you cum. 

Sam's quick to follow as his thrusts grow sloppy and slow down gradually. 

You feel his cock twitch inside of you and you look up at him, taking a deep breath before kissing him. 

"You're absolutely perfect in every. Single. Way." Sam smiles down at you and you can't help but shake your head, "I love you." 

He bites his lip, a smile still on his face, "I love you." 

There's a knock on the partition, "Pulling up now." 

"Shit." 

"Fuck." 

You and Sam quickly scramble to get fixed, "I'll just go straight to the bathroom." You laugh, "Are you good?" 

Sam nods, buckling his belt, "You have no idea." He laughs, brushing his hair with his fingers, "Are you?" 

You nod, "Let's go celebrate." 

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Can you please do a live action jet x reader? Literally do whatever plot you'd like I just want smut for him so bad, thank youuu

Caught Off Guard

Jet x Fem Reader

Summary: On your way home from the market, Jet catches you by yourself. He loves a good chase before getting what he wants.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Knife play, CNC kink, Blood kink, Nasty Smut, Masochism Kink

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You were walking home from the market. It was dark and navigating your way home through the dense forest was becoming increasingly harder. Your anxiety was running through the roof, worried you’d run into a fire nation soldier or a wild animal. Walking as fast as you could because hearing random noises makes you paranoid. Your breathing becomes harder, hearing the sound of metal clanking together, you drop your bags and start running. As you stop for a couple seconds trying to figure out where to go, someone drops down in front of you from the tree above. Falling to the ground from being taken so off guard. The first thing you noticed was the two hook swords hanging by his side. His head hangs low, allowing his shaggy hair to flop onto his forehead, covering his eyes. You stood up, scrambling to get your footing before taking off. 

“Go on, the chase is the best part!” You hear him call out. 

For a while you could hear the crunching of the forest floor as he chased you from behind. Eventually you have to stop running, giving yourself a second to catch your breath. Trying to be as quiet as possible even though you were doing a terrible job. Your mind was spinning and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. Waiting there for a couple minutes until you were fully settled. Little did you know Jet was watching from above, humored by the fact that you were letting your guard down. He drops down again, laughing at how scared you become, yet again. 

“Please, you can have all my bags that I dropped, they have my leftover money just please let me go home!” you pleaded. 

“This isn’t about what you have or money. I want power, and right now I have all the power in the world over you,” he said, using one of his blades to pin your long skirt to the forest floor. You pulled away hard enough that it sliced the fabric, letting you run once again. At this point, you were completely lost and disoriented. Unsure of whether to continue running or find a place to hide. Tears ran down your face, hearing him laugh as he chased. Becoming over exerted and stimulated, you stopped running. Unwilling to take the torment anymore, he chuckled as he walked towards you. Backing you up into a tree, pressing one blade between your legs and the other against your throat. 

“From the way you gave up so early, I'd say you’d wanted me to catch you,” he said, breathing hard into your ear. 

“Please,” you whisper out, gasping as he applies more pressure to the blade. Just barely breaking the skin, you began to squirm and shake. 

“Aww you’re shaking? That’s cute,” he said, finally pulling back on the amount of pressure the blade had on your throat. 

Keeping the sword that was between your legs in place and putting the other in its sheath. Using his free hand to trace your lip with tongue, eventually pushing the digit into your mouth. Gagging and pushing your tongue back, he would let out a small groan every time he made you gag on his fingers. For a second, you find yourself enjoying it before snapping back out of it. Biting down on his fingers as hard as you can, he yanks his hand away. Attempting to run but being stopped by the blade between your legs cutting your inner thigh. He grabs you by the hair, shoving you onto your knees. Immediately you go to tend the wound on your thigh. He grabs you by the chin, forcing your attention onto him. 

“Bite me again and I’ll slice your tongue out,” he growled, shoving your head back. Stepping onto both of your hands before unzipping his pants. Trying you best to get away but not being able to was making you panic. Revealing his cock, completely erect and pre-cum dripping off the tip. Trying to press past your lips but being stopped by you turning your head to the side. Being enraged by the audacity you had, he uses both hands and forces the back of your head against the tree. 

“You won’t be getting out of this sweetheart,” he chuckled before finally pressing past your lips and starting to fuck your mouth. 

Becoming dizzy from blood loss was starting to make you more pliable. Not fighting back as much, even at times leaning into these thrusts. He noticed this, once you stopped trying to free your hands from under his boots. Letting out a moan as he looked down at you. Saliva dripping down your chin and the sides of your mouth; eyes glossy and blinking slowly. 

“Awe see, I knew you’d learn to like it,” he teases, skull fucking you at a merciless pace. Pressing his pelvis hard against your mouth, pinning your head against him and the tree. Feeling him throb and spasm as he pumped cum down your throat. Grunting every time your throat involuntarily swallows around him. Once he finishes he pulls out, still holding onto your hair as you cried. 

“Fuck I don’t know if you think your tears make me pity you but they only make me want to fuck you more,” he said, pushing you onto your back. 

Climbing on top of you, securing your wrists above your matted hair. Lining his tip with your entrance, lifting your legs up for him to penetrate easier. 

“Mm, I knew you were a fucking whore,” he said, fucking into you. 

Feeling his dick stretch you open made you scream. The burning from how rough he was pounding into you felt good. Fully giving into his will as he used your body to please himself. Knowing you were too weak to fight back, he lets go of your wrists. Reaching down and grabbing a smaller knife that was fastened to his belt. Flicking it open and looking for the perfect place to mark you. Smacking your chest and pinching your nipples for a while before beginning the real fun. Carving his name across your chest, watching the blood start to drip down towards your shoulders. You were letting out a mix of moans, whimpers and cries as he did this. Still too drained from tightening and cumming around his cock. 

“I love feeling how greedy your hole is, just can’t get enough can you?” he said, dropping the knife and continuing to abuse your pussy until he came again. Pressing himself as deep as he could while he released inside you. Collecting his clothes and things, leaving you passed out on the forest floor.

[the-merry-otter]

How To Make Medieval Fabric Buttons

You will need:

• fabric (I’m using a medium weight wool)

• a sewing needle

• cotton or silk thread (it MUST be strong)

• a thimble

• dressmakers pins

Using this style of button as a fastening technique was very prevalent in 14th century Europe, on both men’s and women’s clothing. It was used for anything from sleeves and openings on the front of garments, to the iconic liripipe hoods (which is what these are gonna be for!).

They were usually made out of leftover fabric from the same material that was used for the garment they were intended for. As well as using every scrap of material possible, they also save you from having to buy metal buttons, which… aren’t cheap (both now and then).

The trade off is of course having to make them, which can be a painful process (literally - try not to get stabbed by the hedgehog ball at step 4!!). I thoroughly recommend a thimble to push the needle through as you form the ball - this is hard enough without having to pull it through.

Making buttons in my experience is 10% knowledge, 60% spite, and 30% hatred. It is a contest of wills between you (who wants a button) and the fabric (who doesn’t want to be a button). I wish you luck soldier.

To start with, cut a circle out of your fabric. How big will depend on what fabric you use - if it’s linen, you’d cut a larger circle than you would for wool. Mine is about 30mm.

Using a long long thread, bind on and then sew running stitches around the outside, about 5mm from the edge (may vary with fabric).

Pull this thread tight like a pouch, and turn the raw edges inwards in one direction. Try and tuck them inside the “bag” section. It will likely be more of a squashed oval at this point than a sphere.

Now, get your dressmakers pins and go absolutely ham. Continue to squish it “inward” (towards where the opening was) as you pin. The button should now resemble a very unfriendly little creature now (good luck with not getting stabbed, it can be a bit of a prick).

Next, basically use your needle to try and get it to stay in that shape. I usually do a bunch of stitches around the edge of the “back” end, and then spend some time criss-crossing the back. Try and put your needle in close to where it came out, so that you don’t get long pieces of visible thread.

Once you are confident that it will hold A Shape ™ (but also isn’t so stabbed that you can’t refine it further!), remove the pins. Your button will most likely resemble a little tiny messy wool brain at this point, but that’s ok!

The next step is to use your needle and thread to continue tucking the ball inwards to the centre of where the opening was. Above illustrates how I’ll flip the open part of a fold inward, by coming up through the fold and then levering it downwards so it gets tucked away. You can also just use the thread to pull errant folds inwards. Use the hand holding the button to squash it into form, and then sew it into place.

Once the button is actually a ball shape, crisscross the back of it a bit so that everything is firmly held in place. It should now (all things going well!!) actually be a sphere.

Once you’re happy with the shape and firmness, take your thread to stem out of the centre back. Bind off, and then slide the needle off the thread, leaving the long end. This can then be used to sew the button onto the garment.

The back will still be somewhat messy, but the front should be smooth, and the whole shape roughly spherical. When the button is sewn on using the remainder of the thread, you won’t be able to see the back!

I wrap the remainder of the thread around the finished button so it won’t get tangled, and then pop it in a jar with the rest while it waits to be sewn onto the garment.

Good luck with your crafting! Feel free to ask any questions in the notes, or straight into my inbox :)

[geekforhorror]

Hi!! I was just thinking about Anakin (as we all are at some point during the day) and pictured giving him the best handjob ever 😫

I imagined like sub!Ani getting absolutely edged by Y/N who teases him a lot (maybe by running just her fingertips up and down his dick and just watching it involuntarily twitching/jerking up) and he's just super whiny and begging her to do something, and then unexpectedly she starts fisting him so hard and fast he's literally screaming and lasts like 15 seconds before cumming with actual tears in his eyes (from sexual frustration, relief, what have you :P)

I hope this isn't too filthy, I know I should be imprisoned for even writing these words 💀

sub!ani lives RENT FREE in my dirty mind so thank you for the request!

meddle about

pairing: rots!anakin x fem!reader

warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!reader, sub!anakin, public(ish) sex?, handjob (m!receiving), teasing, edging, dirty talk, implied p in v sex, degradation, etc.

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The two of you couldn’t care less when it came to where you were right now. Currently, you and Anakin were in a fancy restaurant bathroom passionately kissing each other until Anakin was pushed against the bathroom door.

The date had started off so innocently. It was just the two of you eating dinner at a candlelit table and soon enough, you found yourself grabbing Anakin’s strong thighs through his dress pants. He immediately felt the effects of it when the blood started rushing to his dick. He tried to play it off as nothing, but he couldn’t hide it from you.

That’s how you guys ended up here.

With Anakin still being pinned against the sturdy door, you decided to take this chance to pull him by his robes into the nearest stall door without breaking the feverish contact. Once you enter the confined space, you lock the door shut and continue running your hands all over his body. You could feel his hard on through the thin fabric of your dress and noticed the way he was rutting against nothing. There was your reason why. Truth be told, Anakin had been wanting you all day while you were busy at the Senator building. He had tried getting off by himself, but he just couldn’t for whatever reason.

Fast forward to when you got ready for your night out, Anakin saw you for merely twenty seconds and had to hold back a moan at the sight of you. You wore a black satin dress that went up to just below your knee and paired it with your favorite pair of high heels. He swore he was going to cum on the spot.

“Oh I see why you’re all worked up now baby…it’s because of the dress, isn’t it? You like that you can see my nipples, yeah?”

He’s too far gone to give you a real answer, so he just nods at your question, hoping it’s sufficient enough to satisfy you. Unfortunately for him, it’s not and you instantly pull away, earning a sour pout from your needy boyfriend.

“If you’re gonna be a needy slut, you’re gonna have to use your words, baby,” you order.

“Yes it’s the dress-“ he lets out before you cut him off.

“See that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” you reply.

“No it wasn’t,” he says shamefully.

“Now, what do you want, Ani?” you question.

“I want you to touch me,” he begs.

“Am I not touching you right now?” you ask rhetorically, eager to see his response. Then you get an idea. What better way to rile him up and make him tell you what he wants than to touch him all over until you find out exactly what he’s craving from you?

“You wanna be touched here?” you say, tracing your hand over his chest.

“No-“ he says. Experimentally, you continue to touch him with your hands until they make their way to his hips. “How about here?” you ask, teasing the shit out of him.

“No I want it-“ he tries to say, but you can’t be bothered to let him finish his sentence. You finally guide your hand down to his dick and you know you hit the jackpot in that moment. He had grown hard over a fucking dress? How pathetic.

“Now what’s this, Ani? Is this all for me?” you ask with a fake shocked look etched on your face.

“Yes, baby,” he whines almost instantly.

“Such a dirty little thing for me. I wonder what would happen if I just…” you trail before pumping your hand around the fabric of his pants. You feel him twitch at your sudden movements and you can’t help but smirk. “Poor little thing.”

“Baby please…” he begs once more.

“What was that? Just wanna make sure I heard that right,” you ask.

“Please help me…I need it…need you,” you hear him say.

“That’s a good boy,” you coo. You decide to not waste any more time and start unbuckling his belt in a haste. Your lips find their way to his again as you throw his belt to the ground. You could practically feel the vibrations of his whines against your supple lips and it only made it so much hotter. You slide his pants off of him, leaving him only in his suffocating boxers where his hard on was torturing him.

“Let’s see how much you need me, pretty boy,” you say before breaking the kiss and pulling at the waistband of the fabric. With each soft pull of the garment, you saw more of his aching dick. You give it one last tug before sliding it down his toned legs. There it was, all ready for you and only you.

“You need me more than I thought,” you tut at the sight of it.

“Need it so bad,” he says.

“Oh baby, I know,” you reply knowingly. “But, let’s see how long it takes for you to beg even more.” With that, you rub his hard on with only the tips of your fingers and feel him involuntarily twitch at the newfound sensation. He wanted more.

“This is torture… please…” he whines.

“Then why are you twitching?” you ask.

“Feels so good…just can’t help it.”

“Maker, Ani. Just make up your damn mind. Do you want it or not?” you grit, growing irritable at his indecisiveness.

“Yes please,” he confesses.

“Then you’re gonna take what I give you, understood?” you spat. You see him nod his head at your words and continue teasing the tip of his throbbing cock. You can feel it pulsing against your dainty fingers and you can only shake your head in disapproval. Now forming rough circles against the tip, you can see Anakin lose whatever composure he had. This was gonna be fun.

Without any warning whatsoever, you start pumping away at his shaft that had already began to leak precum. He gasps at your actions and before either of you know it, he’s throwing his head back in ecstasy. You slowly pick up the speed, seeing what reaction you would get out of him.

“Just like that… oh fuck!” he grunts.

“Such a needy little thing I have… all desperate for my hand,” you say.

“Only for y-you!” he lets out, louder than anticipated. To be honest, he really didn’t care how loud he was in the moment. He just wanted you to make him feel good. He was desperate.

“That’s what I like to hear, whore.”

Your hand moves upward until you reach the top of his cock and start pumping ever so violently. You feel him grow even harder under your hand, which only eggs you on even more. You wanted to see your sweet boy unravel beneath your hand.

“I’m gonna-“ he attempts to say. You knew what the rest of the sentence was going to be like, so you don’t let him finish it.

“No you’re not. You don’t do anything without my permission, got it?” you grunt.

“Yes, I understand!” he whines.

You continue abusing his aching cock and can feel every single jerk of it while doing so. You can see him become more needy as the need to cum grows even more for him.

“Now you can cum.” you say.

“Need a little more!” he moans. You scoff at his words and decide to give him what he wants against your better nature. “Give me what’s mine, you whore,” you demand of him. He nods his head and before either of you know it, he releases hot ropes of cum all over your hand, leaving it completely drenched.

“That’s it,” you praise. You hear his breathing shift as he comes down from his high and also hear it return to normal in no time.

“Now let’s get you dressed again, Ani. Wouldn’t want anyone knowing, would we?” you ask.

“I suppose we wouldn’t,” he says, earning a grin from you.

Why hadn’t you guys done this sooner?

[ofliterarynature]

TBR TAKEDOWN: Week 12 (Aug 18)

TLDR: I have too many unread books, and I’m asking tumblr to help me downsize. Pick one or none, and comment if you can - a convincing sentence is worth a dozen votes! You’re also welcome to just choose the one that sounds the worst :D Book descriptions below the cut, see my pinned post for more info.

The Rector and the Rogue by W. A. Swanberg

It began quietly enough one morning in February 1880, with a mutton-chopped Acme Safe Company salesman knocking on the door of Reverend Morgan Dix, the starchiest clergyman in Manhattan's most respectable church. The salesman was surely misdirected, Reverend Dix explained--he had no need for a safe, and he had not made an appointment. But soon after, used clothes dealers arrived, followed by heavy machinery salesmen, and soon the street filled riotously with wave after wave of solicitor-tormentors--hundreds of funeral directors, horse traders, wigmakers, fellow clergymen, doctors--all insisting they'd been summoned by the bewildered Reverend Dix. And for weeks, it continued in this manner. Reporters from every newspaper in New York camped out to watch the fun, and as the story gained national attention, police and postal officers raced to capture the gleeful prankster-cum-performance artist who was making a mockery of the esteemed Trinity Church.

A fascinating tale of detection and revenge, The Rector and the Rogue uncovers for the first time the trail of celebrated Victorian trickster "Gentleman Joe"--the mysterious con-man whose innumerable identities, wild fabrications, baffling motives, and international trail of chaos would lead to one of the most bizarre criminal cases of the 19th century.

The Incredible Adventures of Cinnamon Girl by Melissa Kiel

Alba wants to stop time so she can stay in her small town forever - but the end of the world might just force her to confront her future.

Alba loves her life just as it is. She loves living behind the bakery and waking up in a cloud of sugar and cinnamon. She loves drawing comics and watching bad TV with her friends. The only problem is she's overlooked a few teeny details. Like, the guy she thought long gone has unexpectedly reappeared. And the boy who has been her best friend since forever has suddenly gone off the rails. Even her latest comic book creation is misbehaving. On top of all that, the world might be ending - which is proving to be awkward.

As doomsday enthusiasts flock to idyllic Eden Valley, Alba's life is thrown into chaos. Whatever happens next, it's the end of the world as she knows it. But when it comes to figuring out her heart, Armageddon might turn out to be the least of her problems.

Full of Keil's trademark quirky characters and witty dialogue, readers will be hooked by Alba's romantic dilemma and the hilarious plot that links the end of high school with the end of the world.

Moth and Spark by Anne Leonard

A prince with a quest. A commoner with mysterious powers. And dragons that demand to be freed—at any cost.

Prince Corin has been chosen to free the dragons from their bondage to the Empire, but dragons aren’t big on directions. They have given him some of their power, but none of their knowledge. No one, not the dragons nor their riders, is even sure what keeps the dragons in the Empire’s control.

Tam, sensible daughter of a well-respected doctor, had no idea before she arrived in the capital that she is a Seer, gifted with visions. When the two run into each other (quite literally) in the library, sparks fly and Corin impulsively asks Tam to dinner. But it’s not all happily ever after. Never mind that the prince isn’t allowed to marry a commoner: war is coming to Caithen.

Torn between Corin’s quest to free the dragons and his duty to his country, the lovers must both figure out how to master their powers in order to save Caithen. With a little help from a village of secret wizards and a rogue dragonrider, they just might pull it off.

[raziraphale]

I know I got a lot done and will finish in time but it's stressful having a bunch of smaller tasks left because yeah I'm almost done yet I cannot post a selfie yet so the finish line seems so distant...

I love how last year I was like I'm not putting off working on my cosplay like that again that was so stressful. yet here I am again with one week left and so much sewing to do lmao

[banannabethchase]

weird little smut prompt: Matt needs help getting out of his very tight jeans and oh no now he's bent over with his pants stuck around his knees. (spin the wheel for who he's with or just go with whoever your heart desires)

Stuck

~

I finished this days ago and thought I posted it. I did not. WHOOPS.

~

Matt, he has to admit, is stuck.

“Nick?” he calls. He tries to wiggle his hand out, but even that is pinned. Stupid skinny suit pants. Stupid fan servicing. Stupid him, frankly, for reading the comments about his suits being too loose. Now he’s effed. “Jack? Anybody?” He hobbles, bent over with one hand pinned to his thigh. “Okada, are you out there?”

His humiliation quota for the year apparently isn’t over yet, because the person who walks by is quite possibly the last person he wants to see him so compromised. “Hanger!” he says. “How, uh. How are you?”

“What the fuck are you doing?” His frown is far more menacing with that absurd mustache, and it’s the one thing that has Matt hanging to his last thread of dignity.

“A new dance,” Matt says. “The kids are doing it. It’s a bit for BTE.”

Adam frowns and stares. “You don’t run BTE anymore.”

“I was joking!” Matt says. He thrashes a little, hoping the action is enough to dislodge his hand, at least. It backfires. He flings over and, without his right hand free to grab at the wall, he goes flying and crashes directly into Adam. “Very clearly, I’m stuck.”

“No shit.” Adam shuffles out from under him and there’s a rather rude thud as Matt goes ass first onto the floor.

“You could help,” Matt says, pretending he’s not pleading. “You know. A show of good faith.”

“A show of good faith would be leaving you here to be trampled by the crew after the show,” Adam says. He folds his arms across his chest. “The fuck are you trying to do, anyway?” He slaps at Matt’s hand stuck in his pants. “Looks suspicious.”

“I – I was not jerking it,” Matt hisses. “Help me up so you can help me with my pants in the EVP room.”

“I said I’d never set foot in an EVP room and you said you’d calm the fuck down, so I guess we’re both liars.” With a sigh, Adam squats down, gets his arms under Matt, and stands to bring him into the room. It’s – well, weird is the easy way to call it.

“Is this you seducing me or something?” Matt asks, trying not to sound too hopeful. “Because you could if you wanted. Look at me, all helpless and stuck with my pants halfway down my legs.”

“You’re fucking impossible.” Adam drops him on one of the couches. “You good?”

“Literally no,” Matt says. The movement managed to push the pants a little farther down, which is good for how the waistband was cutting into his skin, but now his hand is even more stuck, which is decidedly not good. “I think my circulation is getting cut off. I might lose my hand if you don’t help.”

“I thought I did help by bringing you in here.” Adam’s face is blank enough that it has to be intentional. It has to be.

Matt sighs. “Well, if you’re able to live with yourself, knowing that you could have saved me from amputation and possible gangrene and you didn’t, that’s on your conscience.”

Adam groans and throws his head back. “I can’t fucking stand you.”

Between the two of them, Adam gets his elbow into the suit gear pants and manages to pull the fabric Matt’s hand can slip out after about five minutes of arguing. Adam’s almost smiling through most of it, though. That feels like a win.

“Thank God,” Matt says. “I think I can get them off now.” He shuffles his pants and boxers off. His final hail Mary.

“Good,” Adam says. He walks backward toward the door, but his eyes stay on Matt. He hesitates briefly, glancing behind him and then back at Matt. Matt sticks his ass out a little bit more. Arches his back. Licks his lips.

“Don’t move,” Adam says. “Don’t pull the pants up.”

Matt grins, but tries to keep the smug glee in line. He doesn’t want Adam to change his mind. “I knew you couldn’t resist.”

[hazy-egg]

ALRIGHT EVERYONE DAVE IS REAL AND IN MY HOUSE!

I had some vague interest from people wanting to know how to aquire one of these fuckers, so I’ve made a (slightly jank) tutorial on how to make one of these yourself! (instructions and materials below)

Materials are mostly self explanatory, but the chalk is for drawing the pattern on the felt, the glue gun is for attatching the mouth, eyes, and security badge to the plush, and the wire is to go through the body/neck/head so his head isn’t floppy. ALSO you’ll need scissors to cut the felt out (forgot to draw that lmao)

This is the pattern to draw out on our lighter felt for the head and body! This is specifically for Dave, but if you’re making Jack you can adjust the proportions on the body to be a bit shorter and wider. These are in centimeters because I am not American.

Cut along these lines, you can cut out each panel but I’m lazy so this works just fine.

You’re kinda turning these into cubes, think of it like one of those paper maps you probably made in elementary math class. Fold along the lines and use a whip stitch to attatch the pieces together AS WELL as stitch along the chalk lines-- that will make it look like you actually cut all the panels out and define the different sides. 

should start to look like this! Make sure to leave one side open so you can flip it inside out!

Once it’s inside out, you can stuff it and use a ladder stitch to close the last side. I reccommend leaving a shorter side open so the ugly stitch is less noticable. 

Once you’ve cut out the mouth, eye, and badge shapes you can glue them on!

Here’s where it gets. a little jank so buckle up!

This is the general pattern for the arms, legs, and neck. You’ll have to futz and adjust it... a bit because I am not stellar at making patterns, but this is good to get ya going!

This time cut out each panel

Also to note- If you’re making Jack you do not nead that much neck lmao

OKAY sO for stitching, this time it’s less straightforward. For the legs I folded each rectangle in half (Ugly side out!) and just stitched along the edge to make a tube

Kinda like this

Then flip it inside out, stuff, and fold and crease it to look like a foot using a whip stitch. To extra secure it I did a ladder stitch along the top to keep the foot upright

Then just pull the thread tight and boom you got a leg. Repeat that on the other leg and now he can walk.

Attatch it to the ass with a ladder stitch (and also secure it along the top with another ladder stitch to keep him in a sitting position if you want)

Now for the arms

So this is probably the most jank part of the tutorial. For the arms I ended up adjusting the pattern I had cut out to look more like this.

Then you just kinda

fold and pin it to get a boot-like shape. Use the extra fabric you cut off the bottom of the arm to make a little oval for the palm and then stitch it all together (leaving the top open). Then flip, stuff, and attatch with a ladder stitch!

mans kinda built like an Ugg boot. 

Lastly the neck is literally just a tube. If it’s Dave make it long. Just stitch along one side and leave the two ends open so you can put the stuffing and wire inside. Now for the Wire! To make sure it can’t puncture through the felt, bend the ends to look like this

Now to run it through him just take some scissors and snip two lil holes, one at the bottom of his head and one in the middle of the top panel of his body and have the wire go through his body, neck, and into his head. that’ll make his neck bendable. Then just attatch the neck with a ladder stitch and you have your man! For Dave just bend the neck into the desired potition aaand you’re done!

And if you follow the steps carefully you should end up with this mother fucker in your house!

[greentrickster]

So something good that started in my life last December was that I stumbled into a bit of luck and now have a deal with a nearby geek culture shop to sell plush mages I make. This was extremely fortuitous, because I created the design and concept back in 2017, had made about ten before forcing myself to stop, and, other than gifting one to a friend, still had them all, and was planning to find a holiday donation bin for a charity that accepted handmade stuff, because I was tired of them taking up space in my room. Like literally the only reason I still had them was because life was hectic and I kept forgetting to go check for where any local donation bins were.

This is very exciting, the owner's super nice and helped me set some stuff up so I'm selling on consignment, which means I only get paid when someone actually buys one, but I get a bigger cut of the money when they do.

My dudes, I have an income again.

It's teeny-weeny and irregular, but I have one, and, almost more importantly, a bunch of them sold during and right after the holiday rush, so I get to make more, and it's giving me something to actually do besides working on my mental issues and trying to fill my time while I gain the mental health and stability to get, you know. An actual job. I'm currently making a few more to put in the store, then I'm going to focus on making extra stock to have available for when the local anime convention (and it's stale, stale vendor's hall) arrives this spring.

Not only that, it means that I can make as many of these things as I want for now! And while it takes about a day to make one mage, I'm flexing hard on my status as a professional ADHD haver by having three or four on the go at once, but in different stages of completion. So if I feel like sewing I can one on this one, but if I want to do some pinning I can work on that one, and the third one's ready to finish stuffing and assembling whenever I feel like it, now I want to take a break to watch anime, oooo~ sewing mood again-!

Like, this is in no way I can turn this into an actual career, just because, like I said, it takes about a day to make one from scratch, going at a pace that's both productive and physically healthy for me and also, given that they're about twenty inches tall, made of primarily minky fabric, and being done by hand, that means that I am selling them for nowhere near what they're worth, because people wouldn't be willing to pay that much. Like, the minimum wage where I currently live is (a ridiculous) $7.50 an hour. If I made one of these guys in six hours, that would mean they'd need to cost $45 just to cover my time, never mind materials and the fact that this is skilled labour, and that is not the price on the tag, let alone my cut. They look deceptively simple for all the tricks and techniques that go into one (never mind the fact that minky is expensive fabric, the craft safety eyes I use are special-ordered and very good quality, and, oh yes, these little fellows are machine washable). I literally cannot make a livelihood doing this.

But, like I also said, it's giving me something creative to do that isn't just more reading, writing, and gaming. I love doing all those things, but this is a kind of physical activity that I've needed in my life, and making something physical is so different than writing, with the wonderful bonus that minky fabric is one of my favorite textures! As long as I'm strategic about my acquisition of materials, I'm not going to be losing money on this, and while it's something I think is going to end up paying dividends more in my mental health than in my wallet, I will be earning money for this. I'm getting paid to make plushies to my heart's content (or until I run out of materials for the moment) while watching anime/youtube and working on my mental health, and, for now, that's not only enough, it feels really good!

[nichoskittycorner]

Juju in a Dress ( Euijoo drabble smut)

 Euijoo wears a maid dress as a joke but fuck it and fuck him- literally. 

>> Bottom!Euijoo, the reader doesn't really have a gender, fun. But they do have a dick so that's a thing- literally go crazy idk, degradation, oral/ 69-ing, of course fucking and creampies and whatnot

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: Got tipsy, wrote this, we all get to enjoy this mess

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  "Euijoo what the hell?" 

  You couldn't help but stare at your best friend in disbelief. Standing here in your living room, he was standing proudly in a maid dress. 

  Not just a normal dress, but clearly one probably bought from an adult site. Short enough to expose his ass as he was standing, low cut front, even the cute thigh highs, and cute underwear to complete the look. 

  His face was burning but he still stood tall. "A bet is a bet Y/N!" 

  You and Juju had made a stupid bet while drunk during a gaming session. Whoever lost had to buy a skimpy maid dress and wear it for a day- and clearly, he lost. 

  You thought he would ignore it like most other stupid bets you guys had but nope. And now he was here. 

  At least he looked nice, you could admit that. "Well, you're wearing it- you can take it off now!" 

  "Nope- it was for a day. A deal's a deal." You started to get suspicious of his intentions as the day went on. He always offered snacks and stuff when you came over. But with the way he was bending over and exposing his ass to you every 5 minutes was making you squint. 

  Letting the skirt ride up every time he sat next to you or pushed his legs against you. It was odd but you had to admit, but it was turning you on, making a little tent start to form under your skirt. 

  At one point, you both decided a movie would be a good idea- well the good part quickly disappeared as Euijoo got up to adjust the volume on the TV. Considering you had the remote within arm's length, you knew his tactic of bending over fully and pushing his ass out was on purpose. 

  Your mind snapped- when he sat back down you were instantly on him. Pinning him down by his wrists with his ass up, pressing his face into the couch cushions beneath him. 

 "Really? You're just gonna present yourself to me like a needy slut and think I won't react?" Your voice turned into a low growl and you pressed your bulge against him, leaning down and kissing his neck. 

   A pathetic whimper fell from his lips as you started to grind yourself into him. The little contact made him shudder beneath you. You trailed your lips from his neck, up to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe and making him jolt. 

  "How cute- granted, you've been trying to be cute all day even when dressed like a pretty slut." Euijoo could only nod as your teeth took hold and gently tugged on his earlobe.

  Where did this side of you come from? Euijoo was your friend- you've never thought of liking him, much less fucking him. Unless you always have and you've just been in denial the whole time. 

   And it wasn't just you, it seemed as if he was responding to all of your touches and dirty words. Whimpering and moaning as you released his hands, running your hands along every inch of bare skin he presented. 

  Hooking your fingers into the top of his thigh highs and snapping them against him. He let out a pathetic yelp as you continued to graze your hands along his skin. 

  Squeezing the warm soft flesh of his thighs so tightly you were sure there would be bruises in the morning. Pushing what little fabric covered his ass to expose him to the open. 

   "My, my, what cute panties you have here Juju. Did you wear them because you wanted me to see how pretty you are?" When all he did was whimper in response, you gave him a firm smack on his ass- the skin slightly reddening from the impact. 

  A yelp escaped him followed by a drawn-out moan as you rubbed the skin. "Go on and use your words, you pretty slut." 

   "Y-yes I did." Whether he was just saying it to play along or was serious- it started to make you burn up inside. You needed him now. 

  Slapping his ass a few more times before grabbing him by the hips and slipping your fingers into his panties. Pulling them off slowly leaving him exposed. Noticing the obvious stain of precum, you smirked and leaned over him again. 

  Twirling the soft fabric between your fingers before holding it up to his face, pressing it into his nose so he had no choice but to breathe in his scent. "Don't you smell nice cutie?" 

  He nodded and muffled a response. You didn't care this time about what he was saying. Shoving it into his mouth before focusing on his pretty bottom. "Hold onto that for me cutie." 

  Your fingers traced along his puckering hole, past his swollen balls, and up to his leaking cock. Swirling your fingers around his red tip and over his slit. Making him shiver and mumble something through the fabric. 

  Spreading his legs a bit so you could stroke him from base to tip with ease. You couldn't help but chuckle as he squirmed under your touch. Even if he wasn't trying to be cute, he sure was. And it was only making you start to leak yourself. 

  How precious and cute he was- you just had to ruin him! And with the way his eyes sparkled and teared up the faster you stroked, it seemed he was begging to be ruined by you. 

  Releasing his cock, you stood back and started to remove your own underwear and instructed him. "Onto your back and open your mouth." 

  He obeyed without question, taking the panties out of his mouth and tossing them aside. He sticks his tongue out as if second nature. 

  "Look at you, already prepared for me. I expected nothing less from my obedient slut." Bending down to his side, you kissed his cheek before taking his tongue into your mouth. Sucking on it before shoving your own tongue into his mouth. 

  Running one hand into his hair as the other stroked your hard cock. Twitching slightly as he whimpered into your mouth. You just couldn't wait, you have to feel him now. 

   Pulling away from him, a string of saliva connected you two before it fell. You placed your thumb into his mouth, pressing on his tongue and forcing it open. 

  Straddling his face, you lined your cock up with his mouth and settled in. Allowing him to wrap his lips around your tip, making your hips jerk and get halfway into his mouth. A part of you wanted to apologize on instinct but he took it like a champ and acted like nothing happened. Lightly sucking and sending shocks through your body. 

  "Yeah, just like that, good slut." Lowering your hips more, you were practically sitting on his face, settling your whole length in his mouth. He quickly got to work, sucking and licking and making pleasure course through you. 

  A moan ran through you as you took his cock into your hand, stroking him a few times before returning the favor and taking him into your own mouth. Matching his pace in sucking him off. 

  Drooling all over him as you started to choke on his cock. His tip hits the back of your throat repeatedly making you gag. It was already making your head turn from the lack of air but coupled with the sensation of Euijoo pleasuring you almost had you cumming instantly. 

  Your hips started to buck, choking your friend just the same as he was doing to you. A mash-up of gagging, moaning, and squelching wetness took over the room, muting any background noise to you. 

  Euijoos warm hands gripped your ass and squeezed. Massaging the flesh and even pulling your hips up and down to speed up your pace. 

  Everything mixed together was driving you crazy. It honestly impressed you that you felt Euijoo twitch and cum in your mouth before you did. Flooding your throat and mouth with his hot seed. His hips still didn't stop, only slowly pumping his cum into your mouth.

  With a few more thrusts, he got the same result from you, a mouth full of cum as you drained your load into him. 

  Even before you could catch your breath, you pulled out and crawled in between his legs. He was already moaning as you licked the head of his cock. 

  "Nhh, Y/N~" His eyes shut and he twitched under your touch. A mischievous giggle escaped you, sitting up and rubbing your lengths together. He squirmed from the little contact and his back arched. 

  "Aww you still want me, don't you pretty?" Euijoo whimpered and nodded- still a mess and wanting you even more now. "P-please Y/N, please." 

  Your hands pulled at the straps of his outfit, teasing his nipples through the fabric before kissing his neck. Covering your fingers in your spit and sliding your fingers over his slit and lining yourself up with his hole. 

   Sliding a finger into his punctured hole, causing him to shake and bite his tongue. He gasped and gripped the cushion beneath him, making you chuckle before stroking your fingers in and out slowly. Adding another digit and stretching him out. 

  The whole time he was twitching and whimpering as he was prepped. Your free hand roamed his thighs, teasing his cock and fiddling with his dress. 

  When you thought he was ready, your free hand ran over his slit and kissed his tip. Pulling your fingers out and making him whine, earning him a slap to the thighs. 

  "Tsk, tsk. What a needy slut you are Juju. Can't even go a few seconds without being filed up can you?" 

  His blushing face contorted as he tried to keep his face steady but failed. Nodding in defeat and reaching for your hand, guiding your hand into his mouth and sucking on your fingers. 

  "Fuck, stop being so cute Juju." Your head wanted to spin as you lined your own throbbing head with his puckering hole. Pressing your hips forward and entering him. 

  Euijoo let out a mix of a gasp and a yelp around your digits before sucking harder on them. He was so tight and warm, squirming as your length stretched him out with every inch that entered him. 

  A sigh of relief melted from you once you were all the way inside. He already had a vice grip on your cock, his warm hole pulsing as you rolled your hips a bit. 

  Removing your hand from his mouth, you trailed your spit-covered fingers down his chin before peeling your shirt off. Running your hand along the burning skin and playing with the hardened nipples. Teasing your chest with one hand, holding his hip with the other and moving your hips slowly. 

  It was clear Euijoo was trying not to drool at the sight. You lazily using him like some toy and still playing with yourself. 

  And although he was loving this, he still wanted more. Babbling and whining until he got your attention. 

  You chuckled and bent down, kissing him slowly. Pressing your bare chest into his chest and burying yourself in deeper in his hole until there was no more left to give. Making him lose focus already. 

   Kissing along his jaw and sucking on his neck. Leaving dark marks all over his exposed skin. Once you were satisfied with your artwork, you sat back on your heels. 

  Moving your hands to push his dress up a little more before holding his hips tightly and starting to jerk your hips. Setting a moderate pace as you fucked him. 

  He was quickly reduced to a panting mess the more you thrust into him, adding more strength as he begged for more. 

  Lifting his hips slightly to hit his spot and make a string of curses fall from his lips. Eyes leaking of pleasure-filled tears as you picked up speed. 

  "You feel good Juju? Pretty slut likes it when he's getting fucked huh?" Your voice was low and sweet- a direct opposition to your rough movements as you felt your orgasm building. 

  Your hips twitched as he reached for your wrists. He held on tightly as he started to leak precum. Ready to make a mess with every brush and stroke of your cock. 

  He looked up at you with his sweet round eyes, silently pleading for you not to stop. He was already so pretty, how could you resist? 

  Moving a hand, you stroked his needy cock, matching pace with your hips until he reached his peak. Shaking and clenching around you as his dress became covered in his cum. 

  He already looked dazed from just the one orgasm but you smirked as you temporarily slowed down. Kissing one of the fresh marks on his skin, making him shutter. 

   Lifting one of his legs and placing it over your shoulder, you smeared the sticky mess over his little apron and stomach. He moaned as you dragged your thumb along. 

  You already knew Euijoo was beautiful. Stunning? Handsome? Ethereal? Regardless he was someone you loved looking at but you never realized just how much you loved doing it until he was here.

  Moaning, crying, and giving into his carnal desires all from underneath you. He was so pretty with his glazed eyes, reddened cheeks and dark hickeys all over his neck and chest. 

  And even with no words, he wiggled his hips to grind on your cock, waking you up from your admiration trance. Not even realizing that you had cum as well, painting his insides with your hot messy seed. Your pretty friend wanted more of you, and how could you say no when he was begging for more? 

   Lucky for him, the more he kept looking at you, the more fired up you were. You were going to ruin him like no other and you were going to enjoy it. Kissing him deeply as you continued to fuck him into the night. 

[marionrav]

Sewing tips: blouses

This would be true anywhere from the 1900s up until the 1990s when wovens get less common. Still - might be handy for writing tips, and it doesn't hurt me to write stuff down.

I sew a lot of my shirts. Unethically made t-shirts run about 8$ - 15$ around here at best. I can get unethically made button up shirts for 3$ - 18$ if I'm willing to hunt for a sale, but ethically made clothes in my size and cut (larger, curvy,) do not really exist under 30$.

Since I can get fabric for about 12$ and I have a stash of passable shirt buttons, I can basically come out ahead on woven blouses. My base shirt is just a basic unisex blouse that cost a dollar originally. I added some darts for a little more shaping.

You're looking for a bust 46" ish sized person about 2 yards of fabric (one fitted twin sheet, if you're going for second hand test fabric) for a short sleeved blouse. The main fabric usage in a blouse is actually sleeves. On average, a pair of sleeves will take as much fabric as the front of your blouse. If you can't fit two copies of your front on doubled fabric, you likely can't get long sleeves.

So, what are you looking for?

Beware of stretch fabric. A bad stretch fabric may not have recovery, so the shirt might droop and hang badly. It might run / pucker / warp as you try to sew it. It might hate having button holes added to it. It might require interfacing to even try to make a collar / buttonholes.

Beware of poly blends until you know what your body likes. Polyester can be noticeably warmer than cotton, but you can also run into fabric you hate the texture. Stuff with a little shine in it ranges from polite to the most ill behaved wiggly mess you've ever seen. You can press synthetic fabrics, but there will be some differences compared to natural fibers.

Check the weave of the fabric. A loose weave can have a thread caught and pull in your fabric. You can literally damage it by pinning it to sew. It can also feel coarse to the touch. Loosely woven linen sometimes starts out feeling almost sandy and pilled until the linen breaks down enough to become soft. For second hand fabric, give the fabric a snap along the corners and straight of grain (in other words, grab it with two hands and give a yank.) If you feel shifting / snapping threads / see wrinkles remain in the fabric, it might simply be worn out or not behave well as you sew.

Check for weakness in the edges of the fabric. If the fabric is already trying to unravel, you will have to treat all the edges. If the fabric is pilled before you sew it, it will continue to do this. If there are loose bits (so, say, embroidery with long bits of thread, or brocade with long bits of thread inside,) then you might have wear appearing early in the fabric.

Weight of the fabric matters. Feel shirts you like in the stores. If a heavier canvas style shirt repulses you, thicker fabrics like flannel, light canvas, or heavy quilting fabrics might upset you. If you are sewing a tailored crisp shirt, then a loose floaty fabric without interfacing or lining will not work. Check what your goal garments are usually made of. You cannot sew a silk blouse out of wool broadcloth easily. You cannot make a puffy huge sleeved Victorian bodice out of rayon crepe easily. If your pattern requires careful pinning and easing complex shapes together, it will be easier with a fabric that can handle picking out a seam.

Opacity of the fabric matters. You can wear surprisingly translucent fabric with historical undergarments. Unfortunately, a transparent fabric could show the pattern of pieces under it, or sloppy seaming. A gathered / pleated / pintucked / trimmed garment can have layers to hide the interior structure of yourself or the shirt.

Make your test copy of something in a fabric similar to your final goal. It doesn't have to be gorgeous, or perfect, but a thin muslin shirt will pull / hang differently from a thick fleece shirt. If you simply cannot find anything similar, accept that you may have to adjust your seams.

Pay attention to the standards of the era you're interested in. 1900's garments sometimes have smaller arms / tighter shoulders due to how a corset would pull your body to stand / the assumed age of the wearer. The puff of sleeves goes up and down over the years, and sometimes there's assumptions in the weight of the fabric you're using. A 1910's era shirt drafting manual assumed you were sewing a gathered in the front pigeon blousing shirt with 4 times the necessary radius around the body. This would be silly in a hefty fabric. 1980's shirts assume you have shoulder pads or are sometimes cut like you're shaped like a brick. Many post 1970's shirt patterns have huge armscyes and sleeves to avoid more complex shaping.

Ease matters. In a non-stretch fabric, you must put some ease into your garment or you will be unable to comfortably move. This means you need to know the size of your body, and the size you tend to like things on your body. The simplest way is to sanity check the pieces of the pattern against something you like the fit on your body. If the pattern, with seam allowances, does not fit on you or your sample garment, then you know you'll have to adjust things. Checking a flat piece of paper against your moving body will be difficult, so a flat garment often is easier. With time, you may discover that the impossible body the pattern assumes you have always needs additions or subtractions. This is normal.

[unhingedselfships]

Kadokura gets tired of Kimi being horny all the time

CW : NSFT/smut

She was fidgeting. That way she did when she wanted to say something but was struggling to get it out. Toes digging into the fabric of the plush couch as she wiggled.

He made her next drink just a little bit stronger. That usually helped.

Sipping, and grimacing at the taste, she kept looking at him.

Sidelong glances, and softly flushing cheeks.

Was it that again? Why didn't she just push it, if she wanted it so bad? Everyone else always did. It was annoying, sure, but he didn't really care.

it mattered, that she wanted it, and never pushed. not like the others. it meant something

Staring up at him from over her knees, pulled to her chest, she desperately clutched her drink in her hands, chewing at her lower lip.

Her eyes met his and she flushed a deeper red. 

He could see the way her breath caught.

Really, this girl was ridiculous.

"Kimberly-"

"I'm sorry! I-"

She breathed out, deeply, and shook lightly. 

Such a nervous little thing.

"Um. Can- can I ask you something?"

"You just did, but go on."

The lack of glare at his sass told him she must have been truly bothered by whatever was looping about in her head.

She fidgeted. Hemmed and waffling before finally-.

"I know um, I know you're not... Interested but um... Would- Would you hold me while I take care of myself?"

She flushed an even deeper red (was that healthy?) and buried her face.

He was barely able to pick up the muffled "I just want to feel close to you. Like that. M'sorry."

Shifting so her cheek was pressed to her knee and her voice less smothered, "It's fine, if not, of course, I just. I had to ask."

Glancing at him, the flash of something across his expression, made her wince. She fidgeted, uncomfortable with herself. With whatever she’d made him feel.

She knew it wasn’t good.

He was getting too good at reading her, and not good enough at hiding things anymore.

decades of close contact will do that

"Nevermind. This was dumb. Forget I said anything."

She tossed the drink aside, it clattered on the table with her carelessness and she stood suddenly.

There was something manic in the way she moved, in her watery eyes and brittle smile.

"I um- I'll. I'll be back." 

And she bolted.

It was only a moment's hesitation, enough time to process the way she quite literally ran, before he was after her.

She didn't actually think she could out run him, did she?

That she’d pulled her socks off earlier meant she got better traction on the hardwood floors, but she still hadn’t stood a chance.

She'd made it barely half way down the hall when he'd grabbed her, using her momentum to spin her around, pinning her to the wall.

"Was there any point to this Kimberly?"

"Please- I just- Just let me go ok? It doesn't matter. I'm fine. I'm-"

She shook, trembling as he loomed over her, breath catching in her throat as she tried not to panic.

Tried not to think about how much she liked having him over her like this.

"Don't worry about me, ok? It- it was a stupid thing to ask. I'll-"

"You'll what? Continue being insufferable about it?" he cut her off.

Curling in on herself as much as the confined space he'd put her in would allow, she withdrew from him, arms wrapped around her both as a way of holding herself together, and creating a barrier between them.

"You don't want it Kenshi so-"

"Of course not, it's a waste of time. Doesn't mean I won't do it."

She froze, and gazed wide eyed, stricken, at him.

"That isn't- that's not ok. I won't do that to you!"

"Why? For fucks sake do you have any idea how annoying you're being? What is your damn problem?!"

"I won't- I won't do that to you," what started in hysteria slipped into a whisper, devastation in her voice, "I- I’ve been stripped of my agency, I won't do the same to you."

He blinked at her, struck silent for a breath, honestly baffled.

"That- The situations are completely not comparable, you idiot." 

"Aren't they though? I'd be making you do something you don't want to do."

Snorting, he looked at her, incredulous and aggravated, "Kimi you couldn't make me do shit if you tried."

Under any normal circumstance she'd have been indignant with him over that, but here and now, she barely wavered.

She hiccuped, even as she rubbed her thighs together, distress and need both tearing her apart.

"You don't want this! But I'm pushing and I'm sor-" 

His patience snapped, and with an inarticulate half snarl he moved.

Hands digging into her hips and mouth on her throat, she gasped as he practically slammed her back against the wall. 

Clutching at his arms, her grip wavered between push and pull.

“You are so goddamn annoying,” he snipped against her skin, knee sliding between her legs, hands slipping up her shirt to knead at her waist.

He didn’t really know what he was doing, but he could wing it. He’d seen a lot. And she’d probably tell him if he did something too wrong.

Probably.

She gasped under his amateur ministrations, such an easy thing to please.

He’d have to tease her about that later when he wasn’t quite so irate with her about all the needless drama.

Lips and breath on skin, he mumbled curses and irritations at her between nips, fingers digging in anywhere they could get purchase. 

He hadn’t quite worked his way up under the sports bra she’d worn but, he’d get there. 

Maybe.

He wasn’t sure if he was actually figuring her out, or if she was just that easy, but either way it seemed to be working, based on the gasping and clinging, so who cared.

Another bite, teeth harsh on her soft skin, he pulled away, leaving her there, as he stormed off. 

He'd hardly made it a few steps before realizing she wasn't following, left dumb and panting against the wall. With a huff, he stomped back, grabbed her wrist, and tugged her along with him.

"We're going to go deal with this."

He left no room for debate, and despite the fluttering in her chest, both pleasant and agonizing all at once, she didn't even try.

Following after him, half dazed and unwilling to argue, she absently realized they were heading towards the basement.

Distantly she wondered if she'd pushed him so far he was going to toss her in one of the holding cells to forget.

she knew he wouldn't but part of her thought he should 

Tugging her along, he had her wait just inside a store room, as he shoved a few things aside, grumbling to himself. With a small sound of triumph, he emerged with a box.

With the box tucked under one arm, he grabbed her with his free hand, tugging her along again.

"This way now, there's a rec room down here I can use."

She hummed, puzzled agreement. She wasn't exactly sure what was happening. He had her terribly off balance.

He led her into a rather dated room, colors and patterns somehow neutral and atrociously clashing at once. 

At least it wasn't dusty?

The TV wasn't the newest, nicest, like upstairs, but it wasn't the sort they'd rolled into her classes on days they didn't want to deal with them, either.

He left her standing near the seating area and flicked through the box, DVDs she noted absently.

He was still grumbling off and on, and she'd gone long enough without contact that she was wavering again, considering bolting.

It must have shown in how she shifted where she stood because he suddenly pinned her with a sharp look.

"Don't even think about it princess."

She sucked in a harsh breath, "Why are you doing this Kenshi?"

"Because you are annoying me ten thousand more times with your pining than you would if you just bent me over and used a fucking chimney brush!" he ranted.

She flushed, mortified, he could be crass sure, but this was a level of direct she wasn't quite used to from him, and the situation already had her tense and flustered 

"I just want you to get over yourself so you can stop being so insufferable! So if I have to be the one to get something started, I'll do it!"

Wide eyed, she stared at him for a beat as he finally dug out a disc with a small 'ha' and turned to her again.

"Now, you may want to leave for approximately six minutes, Sato uses the APR338 in this one if I recall correctly, and you may not like it as much as I do."

She wavered. If she left, she knew she was going to hide. Or leave entirely.

And she should. She really should. Everything about this was, she felt so wrong but she wanted it so bad and she hated herself even more for it.

Rocking on her heels a moment, as he fiddled with settings, she spoke quietly, "Can you queue them up? Or is it just one at a time?"

He looked back at her, blinking, and raised a brow "You haven't been holding out on me all this time, have you princess?" He sounded dubious.

She shook her head in denial, "It's um, no, it's not uh, my thing but, well. It's yours isn't it? I- I'll stay."

Tilting his head, he eyed her, appraising, and with a hum, "Suit yourself then."

The video started up and he grabbed the remote, setting it to loop. 

"Best I can do with this set up," he gave her a careless shrug.

She nodded, still terribly unsure but entirely unwilling to argue with him in the moment. More than she had anyway. 

Glancing at the screen, once, twice, she mostly kept her eyes on him. The way his annoyance slipped away in favor of anticipation.

He really enjoyed these, didn't he?

She knew that, absently, but this was the first time she'd seen it so up close and directly.

Snapping his fingers in her direction, impatient, he motioned her over, a mumbled demand she didn't quite catch. 

As she came into range he grabbed the hem of her shirt, tugging upwards with half a glance in her direction. She flushed and stiffened, and he huffed a laugh.

"Don't tell me you're getting bashful now princess, it's not like I've never seen you naked."

The sense of vulnerability made her skin tingle unpleasantly, and she shied away. 

Or tried to. 

Somehow both rough and careful, he tugged the tee off of her, leaving her in the fleece shorts and bra, and he rolled his eyes at her wavering.

"Just go with it," he huffed, "it's no good if you don't enjoy it. We're here, it's happening. Relax."

She tried. She took a deep breath and really tried.

Want and not-want warred, but she pushed. Smothered them down, and tried to focus on just their bodies existing in this space.

There was a shift in him, as he kept watching the screen, eyes occasionally darting to glance at her, as she hesitantly shuffled out of her shorts.

She felt so bare next to him.

Exposed.

Fighting the urge to curl into herself, to shy away, to hide, she reached for him.

His hands flexed, as he watched something she did not care to look at. Tuning out whatever was happening behind her.

She made quick, clumsy work of the buttons, and let him slip it off his shoulders as her hands fell to undo his belt and zipper.

Hesitating as the waistband of the boxer-briefs was exposed, she huffed lightly.

His fingers traced soft patterns absently, across the tops of her hips, and he still didn’t look away from the screen.

“What has you so entertained, princess?” a half mumbled question.

“I think these cost more than like, half my wardrobe together.”

An exaggeration, but well. He had good taste. And he knew that she was keenly aware of the separation between them.

The difference in status and placement in the world.

she never could fully accept that she wasn’t just some poor small town girl anymore

He snorted lightly, and gave her flesh a gentle squeeze. 

Something must have happened on the screen behind her, given the way he tensed and gripped at her more tightly.

His fingers slid down her hips, slipping under the edges of her underwear and the choked gasp got his attention.

He had to admit, her reactions were always entertaining.

He hadn’t even touched anywhere interesting.

Letting his thumbs catch, the cotton garment rolled slightly under his guidance, bunching, leaving her barely covered, and she whimpered.

With a small, mocking smile, he slid his hands back up her sides, gently caressing her ribs, passing over the scar he didn’t much like to think about, and slid them up under her bra.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she sighed, mouth parting, as his thumbs lightly brushed against the underside of her breasts. 

Slipping his hands free, he stepped back, and shoved his boxer-briefs down, length springing free, and turning his attention back to the screen.

He glanced down at her, her wide eyed gaze, and quirked his brow.

“Well I’m not going to do everything for you princess.”

She made a noise of discontent, but pulled the bra over her head and shimmied out of her underwear.

He reclined in the chair, a sort of lazy ego, a presented confidence, more than he felt, but he was good at faking it.

Always had been a fine actor.

And she liked power, didn't she? To feel inferior?

Weird, but whatever got her off he supposed.

Looking at her, he could tell she was fighting not to shy away. To hide herself.

Hide her body.

He thought she might try it, until she moved, shuffling forward just a bit, still slightly out of reach, before he was blinking down at her, knelt before him.

He raised a brow, tilted his head. 

Fidgeting, she looked up at him from under damp lashes, "May I? I- I just really want-" she cut herself off with an uncomfortable hum, before continuing, "I want to taste you," she seemed to shrink further as she whispered.

An amused huff and careless gesture, "Do whatever you want princess," his eyes darkened as he looked back at the screen, "I'll be here a bit."

Maybe she was on to something earlier. A way to queue them up in some kind of order might be …pleasant.

He paid no mind to the tentative touches, aware certainly, but not enough to really catch his notice until her flattened tongue licked a wide stripe up the underside of his cock.

Sucking in a harsh breath he looked back down at her.

she was kind of pretty on her knees 

She blinked up, soft, but by no means innocent. She was watching, aware.

She wanted him to react.

He huffed at her, and bit down on a groan as she did it again, her soft lips wrapping around him and finding their way down his length.

One of his hands found its way absently into her hair, not forceful, but present.

He made himself relax, enjoy the sensations, as he focused back on Sato's skillful work.

It was, a headier combination than he'd expected, as her pleasantly skillful mouth worked him over.

He never thought he'd let himself be quite this vulnerable with anyone, but here they were.

Somehow, she was always surprising him. Always pushing his limits.

He pulled, almost involuntarily, on her hair as she rolled her tongue against him mid-suck, and the way her moan felt around him had him cursing.

Breath heavy he looked at her again, huffing at the way one of her hands had made its way between her legs, the soft whimpers wrapping around him deliciously.

A sharp tug had her panting up at him as he popped loose of her reddened lips.

"Get up here," he demanded, and she was quick to obey.

There was no hesitation, as her knees settled at his sides, and she slid down on him wet and ready, eager, with a vulgar moan.

She trembled atop him, and absently he thought she was already almost done for.

What an easy little thing.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" and she whimpered at his words.

She groaned and his fingertips dug into her hips as she rolled.

Gasping, whining, soft delicate little moans fell from her lips as she set a steady pace.

Her mouth found the column of his throat and his breath caught again.

One of her hands found purchase on his shoulder, helping to leverage her at an angle she liked, the other between them, firm, steady circles that had her clenching at him deliciously.

Clawing desperately at his shoulder she set a quick pace for herself, chasing that high he knew she wanted. Needed.

he did too

Lidded hazy eyes met his own, and her lips found his.

He was forced to admit, in some distant way, that he only allowed the contact because it was her. Her mouth slotting perfectly against his the way he allowed no others. The soft way she sucked lightly on his lip before pressing just ever so slightly more firmly against him. Pouring every overwhelming feeling into him, every deep, terrifying emotion.

It was a lot, too much maybe, and he pulled away from her to bury his face into the crook of her neck, arms circling her and pulling her ever closer, as close as he could get her.

She choked and gasped, losing rhythm and erratic, as she climbed ever higher, desperate for the fall.

He had to admit distantly, while it would never be something he really cared either way for, it was a bit of an ego boost, the way she reacted to him.

How desperately she wanted him, and how easy it was for her to find her end.

It was good she was close, his control was shot and he was about done for himself.

The way she bit off a whimper-turned-shout, finger tips digging into his skin, body shuddering and clamping down on him had him responding in kind, his own nails leaving welts in her skin, teeth finding the meat of her shoulder as he growled through his own release. 

She panted lightly, against the side of his neck, before shifting just enough to press another soft kiss against his lips, full of feelings he knew, returned, but would not name.

He powered off the screen, and let her ride out the aftershocks for a moment as he softened inside her.

Let her take a minute to truly bask in her pleasure.

in the feeling of being close to him

She was good, he had to give her that. Not worth all this effort but. 

No one was.

And if it made her normal again, it's not like he was entirely opposed.

He hummed and tapped lightly at her hip, "c'mon sweetheart, let's get cleaned up and into bed."

"Mmkay," she agreed sleepily, and delicately pulled herself off and away from him.

The shake to her legs amused him distantly, and he quirked an amused smirk when she ignored her clothes entirely.

Would she really parade herself naked all the way to his room?

With a huff he realized, given how out of it and content she was, probably.

He tugged at her wrist, getting her to stop long enough to toss his discarded shirt at her, and she lazily pulled it on. Didn't bother buttoning it, just half-ass held it closed as she stumbled out of the room.

Pulling on his pants, he followed her, in no real hurry, breathing a laugh at the way she wobbled up the stairs unsteadily.

Following her to his room, he let her shower first, a quick rinse before she collapsed into bed.

An amused chuckle at the woman’s dramatics, and he shortly after rinsed the sweat and shared musk from his own skin. He could shower "properly", in the morning.

Sliding in next to her, he realized she'd nabbed another of his shirts, and he smiled fondly.

Little thief was lucky she was so endearing.

He thought she was out already, until once he'd settled in, she wiggled closer, clinging to him, the soft whisper of "I love you," meeting his ears and going, as always, unanswered.

did she know? that he felt it too? did he?

He let himself slip into oblivion, content with the moment.

.…....

He'd felt her leave, but hadn't bothered caring until more than ten minutes past. 

Most nights he'd roll over and go back to sleep, with or without her, but something felt heavy, ominous, and he found himself counting the seconds she was gone.

With no small amount of irritation, he slid out of bed.

He was going to give her so much shit for this.

Poking into the en suite, her room and en suite, and the nearest sitting room, and finding them all empty, he made his way towards the kitchen.

He was not going to go through every fucking closet to find where the idiot girl had holed up to wallow.

he would, but she'd never hear the end of it

Lucky for her, she was right where he expected.

"Why did you drag me out of bed Kimi? What are we doing down here?"

She didn't answer him. Just stood, swaying slightly in front of the stove.

"What, not speaking to me now? After all I did for y-" 

He cut himself off as he made his way over, stopping behind her. 

He was quick, efficient, as he caught both her hands in one of his and pulled her arms back against her chest, and her against him.

He flicked off the burner, and walked her over towards the island. She didn't fight him as he lifted her, setting her on the granite top.

Twisting her arm around carefully, he eyed the burns, just beginning to pinken the edge of her forearm.

"What do you think you were doing? Dirtying up my stove like that. It smells like burnt hair in here now," he griped.

"M'sorry. S'what I deserve."

"Whatever the fuck for?" his patience was rapidly running thin.

She stared at him, wide eyed and disbelieving.

"You know why. You know what I di-"

"Oh for fucks sake," he snapped at her.

His grip on her chin was harsh, falling just shy of the intensity in his eyes as he forced her to look at him.

"What we did, Kimberly. I do recall being present. And further, I. Don't. Care. I don't fucking care. Yes it's stupid and annoying. But I don't care. It literally doesn't matter. There are better ways to waste time. There are worse. And if it hel-" nope he couldn't quite say it. He breathed harshly through his nose and picked back up, "if it makes you less irritating, then fine. Whatever."

She tried to shake her head, denial, rejection, but he didn't give her room to move.

"No," he was firm, voice level, but leaving no room for discussion, "listen to me. You're going to cut this nonsense out. It's fine. I'm fine. It's-" he huffed again, frowning, "it's less annoying when it's you than it is most people. I just don't like to be touched. You know that."

That was, oddly upfront and honest for him. He must have still been tired.

He huffed lightly, "Well you did drag me out of bed at, what is it you like to say? Ass 'o' clock?"

Oh. Had she said that out loud.

He let go of her face, seeming a little uncomfortable, talking did that to him. Heaving a sigh, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, "Why does everything have to be such a fucking ordeal with you, sweetheart?"

She snorted, still raw and hurting but pulling herself together, "Hypocrite."

It was quiet for a beat. Hesitance in the air. Neither was thrilled with this level of raw emotional exposure. He hated being anything resembling vulnerable, and she hated feeling like she was burdening him with her issues.

"... And next time?"

"What, next time you get all needy and annoying?"

She shrunk and he grumbled.

"Just do something about it so we don't get here again."

She shook her head, a denial, "I can't- You- Would you tell me? If you didn't-"

He sighed heavily through his nose, "Kimberly. I'm never going to want it, in general. But-" he cut her off before she could get upset again, a tap to the end of her nose, "But. I really don't care. Just, do whatever you have to, or something, I don't care."

She hummed, discontent, still conflicted, but trying to listen.

He shot a half-playful glare at her, "Let's get that arm wrapped up and back into bed. I do have shit to do tomorrow," he glanced at the clock, "Today. Whatever."

[copiousloverofcopia]

Bear with me.... Terzo trying to get a little somethin'-somethin', but Alé has no time for his BS as he's already running late for leading black mass, so she leaves him high and dry. Later leading to Papa Terzo giving an unholy sermon, with his Prime Mover distracting him with those 'fuck me' eyes from the front pews (maybe while trying to deal with his sweet, yet unruly semen demons). Mass ends, almost everyone leaves, Alé sticks around to give her Papa a *hard* time. Maybe a blowjob at the pulpit ensues. And it ends with a facial. And obviously Alé deserves a reward, too for putting up with (basically) three children and keeping her mess of a Papa in line.

Ask and you shall receive... Although it may take me a while to get to it 😅😅😅

Anyways ghestie, I changed it up just a little bit but I think you'll still like it.

Practice What You Preach

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Definitely NSFW below the cut!

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It was promising to be a very long day. Alé struggling to get everything ready before her family was expected down at, a rare morning, Black Mass. She wanted desperately for the day to go well. Already tired and stressed out, waiting patiently as she went about her to-dos before the inevitable discussion with her beloved Papa. A Papa who still had yet to emerge from the bedroom.

She got herself dressed, wearing the lace black dress she knew Terzo loved. Throwing on her favorite pumps and fixing her hair down for the first time in weeks. Alessandra putting in her new pair of Grucifix earrings, a gift from Primo for her birthday. She was finally ready.

She moved on to the kids. Both Dante and Mena watching Ruby Gloom on the TV in the parlor, while Alé gathered up their dress clothes. She brought them in the room, setting the pile down on the black leather sofa beside her children. As she went to dress them, she noticed a missing a sock. Alé returned to the bedroom, where she had last been with the clothes. Terzo still laying there in bed, now watching intently.

He was stretched out lazily on his side, his head resting in his hand as he made no effort to move. Still in his boxers with a face unpainted as Alé drove herself crazy looking for Dante's black sock. Terzo felt himself swell beneath the silk of his boxers, his eyes crawling over his Prime Mover's body as she bent down searching for it. The curve of her ass, irresistible to him as he reached out to grab it while she'd been bent down looking along the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing?" Alé sighed, realizing only after she spoke, that she knew exactly what he was doing.

"Cara, my cock is so hard just looking at you. I need you…please." Terzo whined, palming over the obvious swell of fabric in front of him.

"We are already running behind and your face isn't painted…you think we have time for sex?" She chided, grabbing the wayward sock and attempting to leave. Terzo wouldn't give up that easily, grabbing her arm and pulling over. Alé landing on top of him in the bed.

"I said no, we've got things to do and YOU are giving the sermon today…or did you forget?" Alessandra reminded him. She seemed on edge today, more so than normal and he wondered what was wrong.

"Amore, Is everything all right?" Terzo asked, conceding to her request, now concerned at her upset.

"Everything's fine. Now get your butt up, get dressed, paint your face, and get downstairs. Literally everyone is waiting on you." She ordered. Alessandra left without another word, gathered up the children, and headed downstairs leaving a very uncomfortable Papa behind.

The whole of the Abbey sat in wait. The sun, burning brightly from outside. Bathing the congregation in a rainbow of colors from the stained glass windows. Alessandra sat in the front pew, as she always did, Mena and Dante unable to sit still as the double doors of the chapel came flying open. Terzo entered, flowing through them—god-like and majestic. The crowd oohing and ahhing over him as he made his way to the pulpit—only mildly late.

Well she was still a bit angry, Alessandra couldn't help but stare. He always looks so amazing in his deep black and rich purple robes. His miter worn proudly on his head as he bowed in reverence to the current and past papas that sat beside him in the sanctuary. He was always so commanding, handsome, and regal—traits that especially now, Alessandra found absolutely irresistible. Shifting in her seat as she began silently regretting not taking him up on his offer.

"Brothers and Sisters of Sin. Today I speak to you in reverence for the sin of lust. The most cherished of sins. The sin that brings us together as one. One before him, before our unholy god—Lucifer almighty. The sin that helps us grow in number. Being fruitful and spreading like a fire across the vastness of the world. It is in lust that we find the deepest pleasures the world has to offer us…" Terzo spoke, his eyes meeting over and over with Alé's. She batted her lashes at him, Staring up at him with those gorgeous green and gold eyes. Terzo stammering a bit in his sermon. Unable to stay focused, distracted by how much they shimmered in the sunlight as he stared down at his Prime Mover from the pulpit.

He tried to maintain his composure through the rest of sermon. Pulling at his collar as he felt himself getting uncomfortably heated, watching as Alé continued gazing at him from the front pew. He watched as she managed to keep the children in check, Dante held as still as possible, however still bouncing around on her lap. Their eldest Mena, swinging her legs around as Alessandra gently reminded her to settle herself as her father was speaking.

Terzo couldn't help but be entranced by her beauty. The fire of his heart and soul. The mother of his children, with those gorgeous eyes staring up at him. Eyes he longed to see his reflection in as she drove her to heights of passion and lust. She was his equal in all things, the two of them made for eachother like the pieces of a puzzle. The picture they made together breathtaking and true.

Terzo spent the whole Mass longing for her, His gloved hands gripped tightly into the edge of the old wood pulpit. He felt the ache growing. His cock stiffened against his pants once again, concealed only by the fabric of his chasuble. He could tell she was feeling it too. The tell-tale eyebrow perk and a wink from the crowd, sending hellfire straight through him. He needed her, and now.

The sermon had ended, rather abruptly. Terzo barely containing his hunger for his beloved Alessandra. Terzo remained in the pulpit, choosing to forgo an accident revealing his need to the masses. As the crowd cleared out, Alessandra motioned for Primo to take Mena and Dante’s hands. The gentle old man leading the children out for a bit so that she may stay behind.

Alé watched as Primo closed the doors up behind him. The Papa and his Prime Mover alone, once more. Alessandra turned to see her husband beginning to descend from the pulpit. “Wait! I will come to you.” she called up to him, Terzo confused but doing as he was told.

Alessandra made her way up the small set of carpeted stairs to the landing. As she approached him, she watched as his eyes grew with more passion and need. Terzo, biting his lower lip as Alé dropped to her knees before him. “Ale, what are you—?”

“Shut up Papa and give me communion.” she purred, Terzo’s mouth falling open with her words.

“Sí cara, I will give you unholy Euchrist if that is what you wish.” he moaned, fumbling over himself to unzip his pants. Alé ran her fingers up his legs, squeezing in on his ass as he revealed his cock to her–hard and throbbing.

“Mmm…I see we are still excited from this morning.” she hummed, licking the drop of precum that had begun to collect on the tip. Terzo’s head fell back as he lifted his chasuble to watch his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

“Ah!” Terzo moaned, sucking in air through his teeth, Alé gliding her tongue around and pressing hard against the bottom of his shaft. Taking him deep inside her mouth. “Ah…fuck Alé…you know how much I need you, need to be inside you.” Terzo whined, his fist full of Alé’s wavy black hair, more lucious and full than he remembered. The sounds she was making as she bobbed her head onto his cock, sent heat throughout his body. Her mouth firmly around him as she swallowed him back. Slurping and sucking, working him with her mouth and hand in tandem, leaving not an inch left untouched.

Terzo pulled his gloves off with his teeth, Alé continuing to suck on his cock as he tried desperately not to cum. Ultimately he was unable to hold back. As Alé’s tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, a sensitive spot just above the base, her hard, rhythmic sucking made him release. Alessandra moaned against him, the hot cum flooding into the back of her throat. Alé, continuing to move her head until he had completely finished.

She swallowed the mouth full of Terzo’s cum and wiped her lips clean, continent to leave things at that. But before she could adjust herself, Terzo had her lifted up. The former Papa hiking her leg up over his arm and tearing off her panties from under her dress. His dexterous fingers finding their way into her dripping folds. Alé let out a gasp, Terzo beginning to pump himself in and out of her as she mindlessly rutted against his hand.

“Did you really think I’d let you leave this place without you dripping with my cum. That I would allow my Prime Mover to be left unsatisfied, having not been filled by me as Lucifer himself intended.”

“Oh Terzo, make me cum for you. I wanna cry out to Lucifer, reveling our blessed sin.” Alé moaned, feeling Terzo’s fingers slipping firmly against her flesh. Her pussy, so wet and pulsing with his touch. She was even more excited than usual, Terzo relishing every second of it as he pushed his fingers now through her entrance, gathering up more of her slick before returning to rub along the bud of her clit. Alé held tight to his shoulders, her nails fraying the threads of his chasuble a bit as she moaned and cried.

Terzo juggled between pumping his two fingers inside her and rubbing her clit at just the right spot. He felt her legs begin to quiver against him, her breathing shallow and rough as she rolled her cunt on his hand.

“Ah amore, cum for me. I know you want to. I want so you fucking wet when I take you.” Terzo growled, using his thumb to gently rub against her clit as he stimulated her entrance with his fingertips.

“Oh Lucifer Terzo im cumming!” Alé cried out, Terzo feeling her inner walls squeeze him. Fluid bursting out from inside her, running down and along Terzo’s wrist as he gently pulled his fingers from her.

“Mmm… Alessandra you are the sweetest thing I have ever tasted." He commented, sucking his fingers clean of her. Terzo hummed, Alé dropped her eyes as he gestured for her to look down as his rehardened cock. “Let me fuck you. I want that cum all over me.” Terzo groaned, bringing his mouth to her neck. He gently nipped the delicate skin there, before sinking his teeth into her. Alé practically fell limp with his touch, the sweet pleasure and pain from his bite, and her recent orgasm, coursing through her.

"I want you, fill me. Make me yours." She begged, Terzo grunting and panting as he stroked his cock.

“Oh I will absolutely fill you cara, there is nothing I want more." Terzo growled as he pulled off his chasuble. Tossing the ornate garment to the side like it was nothing but a rag that was in his way. He leaned Alé over the edge of the pulpit, ready to fuck her cunt from behind. The two of them, gathering up her dress and tucking it in front of her as Terzo prepared fuck her.

Alé stared out over the pews, the smell of the incense still lingering in the air as she felt Terzo adjusting her hips, widening her stance. "Ah..mmmm." Alessandra moaned as she felt Terzo teasing her entrance with the head of his cock.

“Lift up Alé. I want to be able to reach deep inside you.” He groaned, now running his cock through the cum still leaking from within her. Alé let out a moan, rutting against him trying to slip him inside her. Curving up her pelvis toward him. Terzo placed his hands on her hips, rubbing his fingers across the swell of her ass as he pushed his cock deep inside her.

As he did, their mouths hung open. Both moaning in pleasure as Terzo got fully seated inside. Alé’s cunt, tugging tightly on him as he thrusted inside her. His hands gripped tightly to her hips as Alé held onto the ledge.

Terzo felt the sweat pooling in the small of back. Drenching his vestments in it as he worked to make his Prime Mover cum once again. "Oh Terzo, harder, harder! I'm so close!" Alé cried out, Terzo feeling her body tightening around him inside. He pounded hard inside her, feeling himself begin to give way as his hips met against her ass with each thrust. Alé bring her fingers down to gently rub her clit.

"Ah Alé, I love you. Cum for me cara! I'm cumming for you!" Terzo cried, cumming deep in the back of her cunt. His fingers gripped so to Alé's hips, she was sure to be left bruised. Alé too let go, her body swelling around him inside and cumming hard on him as he moved inside her. It was blissful and hot, as he filled her with ropes of cum. The two of them sweaty, satisfied, and positively dripping in eachothers fluids.

The two of them has slumped down against the wall of the pulpit, both breathless but wholly satisfied. Maybe an hour had passed since their endeavor and they were both still too exhausted to move. Terzo took Alé’s hand in his, bringing to his lips to kiss it. A surprisingly gentle gesture after the animalistic way he had just fucked her. Alessandra nuzzled up against his chest, breathing in the scent of His cologne.

Terzo kissed the top of her head. The mess of hair on both their heads a sure giveaway to onlookers as to what they've been doing. Neither of them cared, basking in each other's company and the quiet of the chapel. "Hmm…" Alé sighed, content in her husband's arms.

Terzo looked down at her. Her eyes shut as she lay against his chest. She glowed, her beauty even more apparent in her post orgasmic state. Terzo felt as if he'd fallen in love all over again and there was something about her now that made him unable to hold back on telling her so.

"I absolutely love you, you know that? I love you each day, more than I did the last." Terzo whispered against the crown of Alé's head. She sat up a bit, turning her head to face up at her starry eyed Papa, who looked back deep into her eyes.

“What…what's that for?” she giggled, Terzo pulling her closer against his chest once more.

“I just do. There is no one I would rather spend my life with than you." He said, sniffling back just a bit.

"Oh Terz. I love you too, so very much. I can't imagine my life without you. We've come so far…I would never go back." Alé smiled, her mind flashing images of their past. Their love blossoming from absolute chaos into even more chaos—beautiful chaos.

"Me either cara, but I...I also wanted to apologize for this morning." He began.

"Oh?"

"I saw you struggling with and I was too caught up in my own needs. I didn't think about yours and I'm sorry." He admitted.

"It's ok–"

"No it isnt. I will do better. I know you do so much amore and I want you to know that I appreciate you. I couldn’t do this…any of this without you.” Terzo confessed.

“You mean the kids?” Alé laughed, Terzo’s face growing more serious, his eyes filling with tears. The two of them got quiet a moment, Aléssandra wondering if maybe she should wait to talk with him after all.

“Yes they are a handful. That is for sure, but I mean with everything. You are my world. I know that it's hard on you, especially since I know like I said, I'm not the best at helping. I am sure at times you must feel like you have three children, instead of two.” Terzo laughed. Aléssandra smiled wide, her own eyes now beginning to shine with the gloss of tears.

“Four.”

“What?” Terzo asked, confused at what she had just said.

“Four children, it would feel like I had four.” Alé smiled. Terzo knew exactly what she was trying to say.

“Cara mia? Alé are you sure. You’re?” He asked her, unable to fully get out the words.

“Very. Omega told me this morning, but honestly I already suspected.” His Prime Mover smiled, revealing she was now several weeks into her third pregnancy. Terzo beamed ear to ear, his eyes widening and his heart once again racing within his chest.

“Oh Alé, non c'è da stupirsi che tu sia così irresistibile oggi. Sai che non riesco a controllarmi quando sei incinta.” Terzo cried, wrapping her tight in his arms and crying into the curve of her neck and shoulder. Alé cried too, her arms squeezing tightly around him as he wept.

“Seems you practice what you preach.” Alé chuckled.

"Seems so…and I wouldn't have it any other way." Terzo said, both of them laughing together—a new Emeritus child on its way.

Notes:

Oh Alé, non c'è da stupirsi che tu sia così irresistibile oggi. Sai che non riesco a controllarmi quando sei incinta.- Oh Alé, no wonder you are so irresistible today. You know I can't control myself when you're pregnant.

[20dollarlolita]

Just some zipper tips

You're not going to like me for saying this but

hand-baste in your zippers when you're doing a lapped application.

Yes, I know you can use Wondertape. It's not the same.

Wondertape is a dissolve-away pressure-sensitive fabric tape, so you can literally tape the zipper to the seam allowance and then sew through it. The first time you wash the garment, it'll come out, leaving no trace!

It's not the same as hand-basting. I know. I tried both today. Basting goes through all the layers and holds them together. Wondertape only attaches one layer. It's great for exposed and centered applications, when used in addition to pins. But for a lapped (side) application where there's a short side and a long side, you can't beat basting by hand.

This is also important because I've found that the best lapped zippers require you to roll the seam allowance between your fingers to make it just a little TINY bit longer and cover up the stitching from the short side, and once you've done that, you want to press the whole thing with your iron. You won't get a good press with pins, and Wondertape won't hold all the layers. You're going to have to baste it, with big running stitches, through all the layers.

Also, if you've never tried this, absolutely get a zipper a few inches longer than your size (so if it asks for a 18" zipper, get a 20"). Line the bottom stop up with the bottom of your seam, and keep the zipper slide up above the seam you're working on. When you're working on the zipper, you now can access all the teeth without figuring out what to do to get around the slide. Once you're done, bring the slide down to the top of the seam, cut the excess from the top, and hide the tape in your top seam/seam finish. Best zipper hack ever.

Here, have a zipper, hanging from my sewing room's ceiling fan.

Because yes, invisible zippers are easy to insert, but they're not easy to zip, and they're very difficult to get to line up at the waist seam if you're just replacing a broken zipper.

I didn't accomplish much today, but I got this zipper replaced.

So we have that.

If anyone wants a lapped zipper tutorial, let me know.

[leyyvi]

Ley listen.

I just have to express this scene aloud.

Paychecks Levi took reader to a fancy works thing. He’s hating life there and so is she but he has to stick around a fair while, and he’s been a little mean on the personal affection front (probably through stress) but reader is tired of her attempts getting rebuffed by him tonight.

But hey, the alcohol is free here and so is winding up Levi, so might as well make it a little fun right?

She’s over across the room doing a little charm offensive (cough FLIRTING cough) with one of the other businessmen. Levi is of course watching her from across the room.

She and Levi lock eyes and she touches the other guy’s arm with the sweetest smile. Like. I’m just being nice. But she knows what she’s doing to him 🤣

Levi is irrationally ready to go and cut the guy immediately. But on the surface, he is as composed as ever.

Then we have most recent official art Levi - literally with that hand in the air, like on display for her as he adjusts his cufflink.

Don’t make me come over there.

That expression. I just ghgegxgggd. Imagine getting that across a room from him.

I think I’d just drop to me knees. Can’t breathe.

Liz when I tell you I was losing my mind over this scenario when you sent it earlier.......... and then I .....kind of wrote something..............a sort of continuation if you will...... and I'm really missing paychecks Levi...and that art just... sdhfjsjghk

Anyways here's a thing... it could be canon but it could just be a standalone flsgj

==

The cufflink shines under the twinkling chandelier hanging from above. He always speaks with his eyes, and this time is no different. But you're not quite giving up just yet. He's been aloof, and this is the most attention you've gotten from him all night. What's a little more payback for him anyway?

So instead of making your way back to him when he signals for you, you stay right there and continue to chat up the man nearby. Turning around, you touch his arm again. Obviously it's going to rile him up. And it does, because within less than a minute Levi is across the room with a palm on the small of your back.

"Excuse us," he says through gritted teeth towards the man cutting right into your conversation. You hardly manage to give a somewhat polite goodbye as Levi ushers you away. "Do I need to put a fucking toy in you to keep you under control?"

"I was just talking to him, you told me to be social at these things for you." But he sees through your bullshit, searching for the nearest single bathroom. Glancing in both directions, Levi decides it's safe enough to shove you and himself through the door. The loud click of a lock makes you jump as he pins your back against the wall.

"Don't be coy with me."

"Are you jealous or something?"

"You're the one who wanted a reaction. Think being a brat is cute?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"I shouldn't have to."

You huff at his glare, mimicking his frown. "Just missed you."

His glare softens, only a little. "I was right there."

"You weren't paying attention to me."

He blinks, the strokes of his thumbs on your shoulders easing up as one of his hands falls to your thigh. He toys with the hem of your panties over the fabric over your dress. "Mm, think I've been spoiling you too much."

"No." You squirm under the touch, shivering when his fingers dip under the slit on your thigh. "Not enough, actually."

"Oh?" There's the familiarity of the soft, slightly clammy pads of Levi's fingers dipping between your legs. He scoffs as a single finger runs along your heat. "How long have you been this fucking wet, hm?"

Your head bumps back against the wall with a groan.

Immediately, Levi's other hand snaps over your mouth to stifle the noise. "Careful, as much as I'd love to hear your pretty noises–" he leans in, the slightly intoxicated words seeping into your ears hotly, "no one else gets that privilege but me."

Those cursed, agonizingly slow fingers pull your panties to the side, toying with the gathered slick as your hips roll into him. The typical low rumbling of his smug chuckles make you shiver. "Next time, I'm putting a toy… Right. Here." He taps at your clit. One, two, three times. Not too hard, but not enough to feel good--just the right amount to make you want him to touch you more. "We'll see how much you want to act up then, yeah?"

Teasing asshole, like always.

[legends-of-apex]

The Jacket Thief

Robbie Reyes/Ghost Rider x Reader (18+)

Word Count: 1,700

Rating: 18+ (smut, car sex)

Summary: Having been craving him all day you decide that it's a good idea to steal Robbie's jacket when you meet him at the garage after work one day, knowing it's the very best way to push his proverbial buttons. It is. So is wearing very little other than said jacket whilst lounging on top of his precious car. Reader is presented as female.

A/N: If you’d like to be tagged in future Ghost Rider stuff (as I’m sure there will be more where this came from 💀) please feel free to let me know!

“Cariña, have you seen….” He trailed off when he saw you sprawled out on the hood of the charger wearing none other than,”… my jacket.”

He cursed under his breath at how good you looked. You were just sitting there waiting for him, his jacket wrapped around you as though you were a present with his name on it. Your legs were spread wide so he could see you only wore panties. You sat back on your elbows, your chest covered only by his jacket and nothing more. It hung open slightly, leaving the valley of your breasts exposed and he swore that was the best that jacket had ever looked. 

He wasn’t expecting such a lovely surprise to be waiting for him, least of all after hours in the dimly lit garage where he worked. 

You looked up at him beneath your lashes, relishing in how he couldn’t get enough of the sight of you like this, “Come and get it if you want it, baby.” You knew he’d be the one to lock up that night and that he’d have the place to himself. The perfect time for you to set your plan in motion once he went to get changed. 

He swallowed. Hard.

With wide eyes, he took in your appearance and silently thanked whatever god was listening for letting you walk into his life. “You really want to do it here? It’s not exactly the cleanest, chica.” He was looking at you over his nose as he slowly walked towards you, trying to seem casual and like he wasn’t at all imploding at the sight of you and the prospect of what came next. Seeing you in his jacket did something to him. It always had done. But seeing you wearing it in just your panties whilst you sat on top of his car? He would have toppled Rome if you’d asked.

As much as you knew this was a fantasy of his, you also knew he’d literally just finished work and was probably more tired than he’d ever admit, “If you don’t wanna, it’s cool. I can just take care of it myself.” By ‘it’ you of course meant your absolutely insatiable lust that day and as much as he would have loved to watch you deal with the issue yourself, there was a problem already growing in the confines of his jeans. 

When he finally reached you, placing a hand on the car’s hood on either side of you, you knew he was game and willing to do whatever the hell you wanted him to, “You’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?” You asked, but already knew the answer. 

You had him wrapped around your finger, tighter than a glove.

“You know I have,” he’d told you about it once and you’d listened, listened to every little detail he let out about his fantasy of fucking you in his jacket, “Gotta admit, it suits you.” He opened the jacket wide so your bare chest was exposed to him, the cool leather teasing your skin. A flash of orange made its way across his eyes as he looked at you before bringing his mouth down to your breasts. That meant he liked it too. You tried not to think about the demon being a passive on-looker to all this, to everything in Robbie’s life.

“Shit-“ you gasped as he took one nipple into his mouth and palmed the other. The harsh leather of his driving gloves was a sharp contrast to the softness of his warm tongue. He pulled back with a satisfied chuckle when you were getting really into it, his inclinations that you were strung about as high as a harp right now were correct. You must have really needed a good fuck to go to all this effort. He probably should have guessed based on the text you’d sent him earlier.

“You want it here?” He asked when he pulled away from your chest and let you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, bringing him as close to you as the car beneath would allow. You nodded once in affirmation, and he tugged your hips closer to his and brought you in for a kiss that left you breathless. Robbie’s kisses left you breathless more often than not with how passionate he was. With the way he poured his soul into you every time. But today he was especially fervent, it probably had something to do with the jacket.

“Baby, please…” you huffed as you both caught your breath, “I need you.” The desperation for his touch rippled throughout your body and straight to your pulsing core. And here was nothing in this world that got Robbie off more than knowing you were needy for him.

He loved to see you like this, to hear the desperation in your voice. Knowing he was the only one who could help ease your frustrations made his insides coil. “You want me that bad, huh?” He asked, and you didn’t miss the smile on his lips as he said it. He was proud that he’d gotten you in such a state. All it took was a lingering kiss to your neck before he left to take Gabe to school that morning and you’d been craving him ever since.

You released a quiet affirmation, your eyes pleading with him to take you, to give you what you desperately craved.

With a reassuring kiss to your forehead, he started undoing his belt and unzipping his fly. That was his way of telling him he had you, that he was going to take care of you and give you precisely what you craved.

“Come on baby, spread 'em wide for me.” 

It was a good thing you were already soaked through your panties. Robbie of course made sure you were ready for him, fingers delicately working through your folds once he’d torn the fabric from your hips. He was so turned on by your little display that he was much quicker to enter you than usual. Normally he’d take the time to caress every inch of your precious skin, to taste and savour you. He liked to take his time. But today you were both so needy and the garage didn’t exactly make for an intimate setting that something far quicker was called for.

Once you were comfortably wrapped around him, the pace he set was immediately relentless, working you open so you had to brace one hand around him and another on the car for balance. 

“God, you take me so good.” He groaned, running his fingers over your thighs.

You gasped, begging for more and he obliged you to the point where he grabbed handfuls of your hips as he slammed into you repeatedly, pointedly. Relishing the moans falling from your lips at finally getting what you’d been craving all day. 

Each groan that left him fell so close to your ear that you couldn’t help but shiver at the sound. He pressed kisses to the side of your head when he wasn’t praising you. His words got lost in a sea of obscene sounds.

“Lie back,” his voice was rough and strained, and it sounded so good you probably could’ve come just listening to it when it sounded like that. 

You obliged him, detangling yourself from him in favour of laying back on his car. You were grateful for the new position as it meant you could get a good look at him and he at you. He looked strained, he always did when he was inside you and you knew it was because he was holding back. If he didn’t hold back he’d likely split you in half with how strong he was with the demon inside him. And you caught glimpses of that strength sometimes, although only when you asked and even then he was so careful with you. You placed your hand on the base of his stomach, diving beneath his shirt just so you could feel the muscle that tensed and released as he rolled his hips forward.

The new angle gave him perfect access to your clit and he made sure to take advantage of that, tugging off one glove so he could tease your dewy folds with precision. 

“Shit- Robbie, I’m close” You reached forward to cling to him, face tucked right into the juncture between his neck and shoulder. 

“Come for me, baby. I’ve got you.” His voice was low, teasing the shell of your ear, “That’s it… just like that-“ he cut himself off with a groan as your walls clenched around him.

He pulled back away from you a little just to get a look at your face. Your eyes caught his, still glowing slightly orange, and you met together in a kiss. It wasn’t long before you were both finished and heaving, willing air to fill your desperate lungs. 

He kissed your face all over as you laughed until you caught his lips with yours once more. Then you just sat there for a moment, your foreheads resting against one another’s until you had to move. It was time to go home.

“Maybe I should steal your jacket more often?”  you suggested, looking over at him as he drove. His jacket still hung firmly around your shoulders, zipped up to cover your chest. He let you keep it for the drive home and he was going to have to pin you down to get it back later.

He laughed, a rare sound from him these days, “I wouldn’t make it a habit…” As he said it he took your hand in his before delicately bringing it to his lips, all whilst keeping his eyes on the road. With a gentle squeeze, he let your hand fall back to your lap but kept his there firmly at the curve of your thigh. The weight was comforting, a reminder of his affection and appreciation of you. Not that he’d ever let you forget it.

You covered his hand with your own and interlocked your fingers whilst his thumb continued to knead the softest of circles into your thigh. It was moments like these that made you fall in love with Robbie. His overwhelming gentleness despite the anguish he endured.