#and i'm trying SO HARD to dig myself out

[highlyillogicalandroid]

I'm never going to financially recover from this.

But seriously. A vet visit for two sick cats, totaling $671, and my pet insurance reimbursed...$35. I pay $25 a month for this!!! What is the point???

Anyway, I truly hate to ask, but if anyone would like to help me pay this off, I would be eternally grateful. I'll even write you a little fic of your choosing as a thank-you. Just message me and ask <3

[tirfpikachu]

tfw i have $948cad and rent is $980 AND MY PLACE IS A WRECK

[kjzx]

I've been playing slitherio these past few days, and after some time messing around with nicknames and my own experience with the stuff, I've realized anger is something very easy to weaponize. On my second attempt of having "trans rights" as a nickname I killed a huge ~5k point worm as a teenie tiny 200 point worm simply because it was so desperate to kill me specifically. Anger makes your life harder, but it also makes people really unwise. I fucking bet this is in "the art of war", even though I haven't read it.

[moe-broey]

Genuinely what the FUCK are you on about 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[thedreadpoetroberts]

You can be really smart and still have a learning disability.

You can be really smart and still have a learning disability.

You can be really smart and still have a learning disability.

[freckledsweetpea]

my hair desperately needs a refresh, but I need to find a new hair person because my cousin just isn't doing it for me anymore, but I also bought another pair of trousers from big bud press because I needed to downsize and gifted the others to my sister because they looked super cute on her and they were final sale.

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

If I absolutely have to feel like shit could it at least be cause I let it happen again instead of cause I feel like I didn't do good enough

[m0e-ru]

guys do you consider me a credible researcher who spreads truth and keeps people from being misinformed and that you imagine me with a pile of cds magazines and books and notes and writing implements across the floor while im hunched over in my chair looking at actor twitter accounts to see if theyre the voice actor for one character or not while mumbling how 7 wikis both english and japanese are straight up wrong. looks at you with big wet eyes

[pyfsan]

Your taste on my lips

pairing: bf!jake x fem!reader

genre: smut (minors DNI)

synopsis: no plot, just reader and her bf jake fucking and being dirty

wc: 1k

warnings: rough sex (just at the beginning) mention of bruises, cum eating, oral (m receiving), face fucking, fingering, a bit of dirty talk (jake is chalant), also jake is a whimper. i think that's everything

☆

note: this is the first time I'm writing in English and I'm not a native speaker so there will be grammar mistakes so just read past it..... and be patient

smut under the cut

The thing is... jake doesn't know the time to stop. To the point you have to yell at him that you need to breathe a little, or even that it's hurting. He gets so drunk in the feeling that his senses become nothing and he can't hear for shit. But once your voice comes tearing through his ears he just completely freezes in place, looking at you with both eyes wide open.

"I'm sorry babe, did i hurt you?" He asks, soft voice as he runs his hands on the skin your legs, soothing you down.

"Just... go less rough, it'll bruise me later" you say back, trying to recover your breath.

"I'll kiss the bruise away, don't worry" he says cockingly and you slap his arm

"I'm being serious, your cock will tear me apart if you don't slow down" you hiss back and he kisses your neck picking up his pace again, but being much more gentle.

He buries his face in the curve of your neck, licking and sucking your skin just to compensate the steady pace he set himself, almost like to control his impulses. It makes you moan as his mouth keeps working on your sensitive skin and it gets even harder when jake goes down to bite and suck your nipples. He's actually unable to keep his pretty mouth empty, always having his puffy lips on your breasts, neck, pussy or even ass. He doesn't care as longs as his tongue is busy with your body.

Jake ends up caught in the heat all over again but now it doesn't hurt anymore so when his pace increases crazy hard all you manage to do is moan and dig your nails on his arms. You feel the moment he can't control his mouth around your nipple anymore, leaving his lips parted over your skin as he drools, feeling dizzy from how your pussy clenchs around his cock, milking him until he is moaning nonstop. He cannot cum inside you, you have agreed to don't do that so jake is almost fainting trying to hold his orgasm as long as he can. But he's losing this time so he pulls out of you to cum over your belly, dropping the most pornographic whimpers to your ears. You don't think for even a second before leading your hand to the mess he's made on you and picking his cum with your fingers. Jake watches you with his face high as you sink your dirty fingers into your mouth to taste him.

"Now you'll have to do that to my cock" he says, picking your cheeks with one of his hands to bring your face to his, kissing your wet lips.

"But will you let me fuck myself while i suck you off?" you plea, dolled eyes shining under your dark lashes, jake almost let out a moan as he hear you say those words. He can't believe you're so dirty like this for him.

"I can do that for you, babe" he'll say back, with his fingers running down to your wet core. You sigh when he finds your clit and presses it, rubbing gently first.

His cock starting to get hard again by the feeling of you under his fingers, so wet for him. Even thou he loves you so much and find it so endearing the way you cannot take your eyes away from his face while you fuck, jake himself likes to spend time looking over your body and the way it moves under his touch. So as he rubs your pussy, he watches the way you lift your leg a bit more, the way your stomach moves faster as your breathe gets faster and how your tits bounces a little when he starts fingering you. The whole thing is just pure magic for him. When jake notice, he's hard as fuck again, rocking his hips on your leg to get some release before sitting above your stomach to put it in your mouth.

You part your lips open, receiving his weight on your tongue and then swallowing as much as possible. Jake is no monster cock but he's no near little either, so you find yourself fighting for air anyways everytime you give him head. To your liking, jake already knows how you prefer doing it so he just starts fucking your mouth immediately, getting a little sloppy with his fingers on your pussy but you don't even mind it. Seeing the way he loses himself inside your mouth little by little is the best part. He grabs you neck using his free hand and just rolls his hips into your face nonstop, causing wet sounds to scape your mouth which is full of him. Once again he's whimpering and sighing, closing his eyes so tight he starts seeing white spots.

"Oh my god, i want to fuck that pretty mouth everyday" he starts babbling, head thrown back and eyes shut and you watch as he does his best to continue to massage your clit "I'm gonna fill your mouth with my cum, do you like it?" he says now looking back at you seeing you blink as an answer since you cannot talk right now. "you're so hot, fuck" he just goes back to babbling before he cums deep in your throat. He stops his hands on your pussy for a moment, lost in his senses, holding your head with both hands to keep you in place through his orgasm.

You do your best to breath by your nose, focusing to not choke on his sensitive cock. Jake pulls out and sits back on your lap eyes glued on your face.

"Let me see it" he asks touching your chin with his index finger so you open your mouth enough for him to see his cum all over your tongue and throat. Your boyfriend smiles with pride and closes your mouth "now swallow it for me, babe" he tells you and so you do, then he leans in to lend a kiss on your lips.

"I'm gonna make you cum now" he just says, brushing his nose over yours.

[diorchids]

luke castellan who cannot stop humping you.

his fingers tingle with anticipation when you flip over on his bunk, leg splayed across his.

he rolls you over just to squeeze your ass, moving slowly and surely to not make a sound.

“mmm?” you moan out, feeling his fingers dig into your hips as he ruts his clothed cock against your ass. his boxers damp against your shorts’ cloth, his own needy cock fully erect and his tip covered in pre-cum.

“shh, shh. stay still f’ me.” his eyes squeezed shut, he’s biting his lower lip hard, each time he thrusts up against you, trying to focus on the sensation rather than the overwhelming pleasure from your ass against him.

"f-fuck... feels.. so good." his hushed moans and pleasured cries mix with your soft gasps. you shush him over and over.

“might get me in trouble," luke whispered, the feeling of your ass against his cock becoming too much for him to handle. “can't control myself." his grip on your hips tightened, and he thrust his hips harder, unable to stop himself.

“so soft...” luke groaned, his face buried in your neck, his cock sliding against your ass through his boxers.

“shit!" luke’s body tensed, and he came hard, his cock throbbing against your ass through your shorts his orgasm was intense, shudders running through him as he tried to catch his breath. warm cum coated every inch of his needy cock. he was embarrassed.

"fuck, i'm sorry," he whispered while his sensitive cock twitched.

[sturnioz]

‘ADDICTED TO YOU’ — CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO

pairing. christopher sturniolo x fem!reader genre. smut

word count. 1.1k

❝i'm so fuckin' addicted to you, you have no idea.❞

content warnings. explicit content, porn without plot, oral (female receiving), dom!chris, hints of mean!chris, unprotected sex, light choking, light pussy slapping, dirty talk.

“Fuuuck, babe…” Chris moans from between your legs, his fingers digging into the flesh on your thighs that rest upon his shoulders, his tongue wiggling between your folds as he slurps hungrily at your pussy that drips with your cum. “Cum for me again, you can do it.”

You’re trembling, wailing loudly as you cum again for the third time on his tongue. Your hand locks to the back of his head, threading your fingers through his dark, thick hair. He laughs against your cunt, the vibrations causing you to arch your back and pull at his hair to try and tug him away, but it’s no use—not when he’s got you caged in.

The room is spinning and you’re unable to control your erratic breathing, and you blink to regain your vision as he mouths at your pussy again, his tongue flicking miniature circles around your sensitive clit and you’re mindlessly pleading for him to stop, to let you breathe and catch a break.

“You actually want me to stop? Huh?” Chris questions you with a teasing tone, and he pushes himself up to his knees on the bed, causing your legs to slip down from his shoulders and flop numbly to the bed.

He crawls above you, trailing light feathery kisses from your navel, up over your chest, and to your cheeks before capturing your bottom lip between his teeth. He bites down hard, eliciting a whine from you.

“I haven’t even fucked you yet,” Chris states with a tut. “You don’t want me to fuck your pretty pussy, babe? Don’t want me to fill you up?”

“Please…”

“What are you begging for?” Chris murmurs as he gently taps your cheek with his hand before he grips your jaw, his thumb caresses your skin so lovingly that it has your heart fluttering in your chest. “You want me to fuck you? But I swear you just told me to stop.”

“I’m just—” You swallow thickly as your throat goes dry, and your tongue swipes over your bottom lip. “Sensitive—s’too much.”

“Aw, I’m sorry,” Chris frowns down at you mockingly. “You know how much I want you… can’t fuckin’ help myself when it comes to you, baby — especially when s’all for me, right?” You nod your head pathetically, but you’re stopped when you feel a slight pressure on your jaw from where Chris squeezes. “Say it. Use your words.”

“S’all for you.”

“That’s right, all for me,” Chris echoes with a hum as he shifts above you, resting one hand beside your head to hold himself up while the other slips between your bodies to fist at his cock. He pushes the tip between your folds to gather his saliva and your cum that’s left behind. “Jesus, I’m so fuckin’ addicted to you, you have no idea… can’t get enough of you—drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy.”

“I do?”

Chris meets your gaze with a smirk that sends a shiver down your spine, and he presses his tip at your entrance teasingly as he tilts his head to the side, brushing his lips over yours.

“Yeah, you do.”

You let out a sharp gasp and your eyebrows knit together in pleasure as Chris pushes forwards, his cock filling you up. Your legs tighten around his hips and you whine at how sensitive you feel as your walls squeeze Chris’s cock that stretches you out to fit snug around him, your thighs and cunt aching.

His hand slides up from between your bodies to rest around your neck, his fingers gripping gently as his lips mould to yours in a messy clash of teeth, tongue and spit—leaving you breathless when he begins to thrust at a pace that has your mind whirling.

The headboard rocks against the wall with each frantic movement of his hips, and you’re worried if anyone would hear (although you didn’t really care a few moments prior when Chris had his head shoved between your thighs).

Your hand flies up to stop the headboard from hitting the wall, but the second your fingertips make contact, Chris’s other hand curls around your wrist to drag it down, and he presses it to the bedsheets with a disapproving click of his tongue.

“Someone might hear,” You warn him, unable to tear your eyes away from his face, captivated by his dark expression and swollen lips. “They’ll hear us, Chris.”

“I don’t care, let ‘em,” Chris scoffs as he shifts above you, and he leans his head down to mouth at your shoulder. “Let ‘em hear how fuckin’ addicted I am to you and how much you love my dick. I want them to—”

“You’re crazy…”

“Yeah, I know,” Chris hums, grinning against your skin as his fingers squeeze around your throat once more. His fingers press down gently against the pressure points that cause your breath to hitch as the back of your throat. “It’s your fault.”

“My fault?”

Chris nods his head as he pushes himself up onto his knees, releasing the grip he had around your neck to trail his hand down your body, ghosting his fingertips over your pebbled nipples and down your stomach before resting above your pussy.

You cry out in a mixture of pleasurable shock when Chris retracts his hand to slap it down on your clit, electricity buzzing up your spine and your legs cage around his figure. Chris laughs loudly, and he uses his thumb to rub small circular motions over your sensitive clit as he slowly fucks into it, cursing to himself as he watches his cock slip in and out of your cunt.

“I love you, y’know that?” Chris says softly. “I love you and this pussy… wanna fill you up — you’d like that, yeah?”

“Yes,” You nod your head frantically. “I want it — so bad.”

“I know you do,” Chris smiles down at you. “So fuckin’ desperate for my cum to make a mess of your pussy…. Fuck, I can’t wait to have a taste again, baby—can’t wait to devour you all night.”

Your eyes struggle to remain open due to Chris’s thrusts, your lashes fluttering against your cheeks as you whisper, “All night?”

“Yeah,” Chris hums as he loops his arms around your thighs this time and hauls you closer to him, resting your legs on his chest and he turns his head to press a chaste kiss to your knee. 

You gasp at the sudden movement, his cock now buried deep within and your back arches, curling your fingers into the bed sheets beneath you.

Chris continues, his tone low, “How else am I supposed to prove how fuckin’ addicted I am to you?”

© sturnioz

[0xstarzx0]

NDA: The moment happens when Rafe comes to see Sarah at the Pogues’ shop, but instead, he finds Kiara there. (ep:5 S4) English is not my native language!!

+18

"Rafe, if someone-" you started, but Rafe quickly silenced you by pulling off your panties. He growled, locking eyes with you.

"Listen to me, Y/N. Did you really think you could walk around in a miniskirt without there being consequences? Are you stupid?"

You shot him a glare. "Hurry up." Rafe smirked.

My god. This is so wrong.

Rafe had a girlfriend who loved him, yet here he was, with you bent over the counter of your older brother's small shop.

At first, you and Rafe saw each other as nothing more than casual hookups. You wanted to annoy your brother and his friends, and he just needed an escape from the pressure of taking over the Cameron family legacy.

Unfortunately for you, Rafe developed a serious thing for you.

You never thought that, in the middle of the day, he’d decide to visit his sister at her shop—and walk in to find you, wearing a miniskirt, tidying up the store.

Rafe enters you gently, he moans, and you arch your back slightly. Your nails dig into the marble of the counter. "Move"

He begins to move, his erection stretching you. You hold back every moan that threatens to escape, and you lower your head.

Rafe establishes a regular rhythm, his hips slamming against your ass with each deep thrust, deeper than the last.

You feel your insides lifting with each penetration, and you hold your breath again, your lips slightly parted.

Your eyes roll back, Rafe looks at your arched back, you're so easy to have. He slows his thrusts, no longer moving to stimulate your pleasure. You look over your shoulder and shoot him a cold glance. "I was enjoying myself."

Despite the icy glare, a smirk plays at the corners of Rafe's mouth. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers: "For someone who didn't want this at first, you're acting like a cheap whore." He resumes his thrusts with renewed vigor, each one harder and more brutal against your defenseless little pussy.

Your breath hitches as Rafe's cruel pace, his thick member slamming into you without mercy. You let out a cry of pain and pleasure, your body tensing as he hits a particular deep spot. "Rafe!"

Your moans sound like those of a porn actress, but this time, you're not simulating. Each cry is raw, genuine, torn from your throat as Rafe pounds into you relentlessly. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room.

A few boats pass by but don't stop, all eyeing the sordid little scene with disapproval and distaste. They quickly avert their gazes, unwilling to witness the brutal coupling unfolding on the shop.

You throw your head back against his shoulder, the position uncomfortable but the pleasure too intense. "I'm... I'm going to come!" you gasp, your voice strained with need.

Rafe's hand wraps around your throat, tilting your head to the side to expose your neck. He sinks his teeth into your flesh as he continues to thrust into you, the double sensation sending you over the edge.

Your inner walls begin to spasm, gripping Rafe's hardness tightly. Your eyes fly wide open, and you try to push away from him, but his iron grip holds you in place. Your legs turn to jelly, and you'd swear that no man could ever make you feel so helpless, so thoroughly owned.

Rafe's teeth remain buried in your neck as he feels your pussy clench around him rhythmically. He groans against your skin, the vibrations adding to your intense sensations. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his own release hitting him hard.

After a few seconds of nothing but ragged breathing, Rafe pulls out and pulls up his shorts. "Tell Sarah I'm looking for her. And take a damn pill, I don't want to end up with the kid of a pogue under my arm."

"I love you too, you jerk." You mutter, rolling your eyes. Despite the harsh words, there's a tenderness in your voice that belies your true feelings.

Rafe nods curtly, his expression unreadable. With one last lingering glance over his shoulder, he turns and walks away, leaving you alone on the shop.

MY REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

[underscorezoo]

“Easy,” I murmur, “easy.” I show her what a deep breath looks like, trying to steady her growing panic. Her body shakes, her blue eyes wide, sweat glistens across her forehead. I rub my thumb against her knuckles, her hand gripping mine like life depends on it.

“It hurts,” she whimpers, eyes closing with a hard wince. My other hand closes around her jaw and I softly blow hair into her face to cool her down.

“I've got you, darling.”

She shakes her head in refusal, a cry bubbling up her throat, “oh. Oh.”

“Tension isn't helping our baby, please relax.” She gives me a look that makes me want to bury myself alive to recover from it. A hopeless scared gaze that makes me want to claw out my eyes on top of being five feet underground.

“Help me,” she whines, “get him out of me.”

I flash a look at the royal healers around me, their eyes mildly impatient. I give them a cold stern look that has them shifting into action to avoid my ire.

“I'm still convinced it's a little girl,” I smile, brushing her hair that's matted onto her forehead.

“There's nothing little about her then,” she groans and shifts away from me, her body locking up, “no, not again,” she cries and her fingernails dig into me. I have several of these wounds now but I can't even register it with the way I've been watching her so intently.

“Breathe,” I remind her quickly, “breath in and out. Relax your jaw.”

Her teeth are bared to the world, the entirety of her rigid, airless.

“Breathe,” I bark, my worry crawling up my mouth.

She does but the sound that leaves with it is enough to drive me over an edge. My hand leaves her face and falls onto the swell of her stomach, bare to the room, our child begging to escape it. A blanket covers her lower half and I'm tempted to tear it away to see if there is progress. A healer beats me to it, bending my wife’s knee up and opening her legs like a butterfly, blanket falling away.

“That's the sound we were waiting for, your majesty,” the midwife coos gently. “You’re ready to start pushing. It’ll all be over soon.”

Terror strikes me like a hard fist to the jaw and I sit there in stunned silence. My wife on the other hand starts a tantrum, limps a chaos as she tries to leave the bed. None of us expect this but with her so bloated, she barely makes it before I'm holding her still, pinning to the mattress. Her eyes are crazed and dazed with pain and anger.

“I am not pushing,” she hisses at me as if I was the one who suggested it.

“Are you saying that because you're afraid of the pain or because you don't think you can do it?” I challenge, raising an eyebrow. I dare to let my hand travel down between her legs, my fingers breaching the now expanded opening. I almost groan, “darling,” my head slumps towards her with near relief, “you are so close.” I feel the spot of thin hair, the curvature of a baby’s head. Our child.

“Get your fingers out of me,” she groans, whimpering.

“First I've heard that one,” I smirk. She flashes me a warning look that I eat up.

She again seems to be primed with a retort when both hands furiously find the bottom sheet. Giving my hand, wrist, and arm a break from her piercing touch. A terrified little yelp breaks from her mouth and one leg loses grip on the bedding and kicks out.

“Oh please,” she heartbreakingly pleads. So unlike my vicious wife. “Make it stop.”

I instinctively brush my knuckles to her cheek, my other hand resting low on her stomach. “You need to push, darling,” I press on her skin, “and hard. You're going to be just fine if you do that.”

She says something incoherent, a blubbering mess of raw emotion, exhaustion, and pain. Still she does what we all hoped, pushed. Her face tight with determination, chin to her chest, the sound of an animal in full heat coming out of her. She's never looked so beautiful.

“That's it,” I encourage softly and twist, getting a cold cloth for her forehead and neck. She relaxes instantly, tears streaming down her face.

“I can't do this,” she says, voice breaking.

“Of course you can,” I say softly.

She shakes her head in defiance of my words. Head tipping back against the pile of pillows behind her. My wife shrieks, her body shaking violently. “No, please, no,” she begs.

“It comes, your majesty, push,” the healer beckons.

My focus waivers between how vulnerable and how strong my wife is in this moment that I too am breathless for a spell before I am smiling, staring down at the peek of dark hair.

“I see her, darling, push oh please push.” Our ‘please’ is so contrasting that I laugh. She follows my suggestion and cries out again, this time her hand finding my forearm and holding tight. She looks at me, a face full of unabashed fear and loathing, “you did this to me.”

I still can't wipe the joy from my face so my, “I know,” comes out manic.

She whimpers, tears cascading down her face and mingling with sweat. She swears colorfully. That head of dark hair moves forward and now holds her folds open and taut. She's screaming loud enough to break the windows and I'm there, holding her head against mine, getting closer and closer. “Shh, it's almost over, you're doing so well.”

“Small pushes now, blow out, stretch wide,” the healer mimics the breathing she wants to achieve but my wife just lets out the most pathetic of whimpers.

“Hurts,” she mumbles.

“You're amazing. I'm so impressed,” my lips brush into her sweaty hair.

“Don't say that like you're surprised,” she huffs at me.

I chuckle, leaning back to take in her burning blue eyes. “I'm not surprised.”

“Just a few more pushes,” the healer coaxs.

I watch the head pop out with a bit of liquid and a shrill cry from my partner, who now pants wildly, eyes lidded with weariness. “Pull it out,” she demands, narrowing her gaze to menacing.

“You'll push in a minute here,” the healer amends for her.

“Just take it out,” she begs and then groans deeply, eyes closing quickly, “ohhh nooo” I watch in fascination as the baby starts to rotate slowly.

“Hold on, dearie,” the healer tugs the cord up and over our child’s head eliminating a threat against its life already. “Open these legs wider for me, there you go. Push, push, push.”

Thankfully my wife follows her orders. Her face bright red, and voice raising as more and more of the child emerges. Unceremoniously the screaming is replaced by the baby who now flails around in her mother's arms. Her. Our daughter. My wife and I lock eyes, her face split with adorable shock as if she hadn't just gone through all the work to make this happen. I slump towards them both, my adrenaline wearing off and I'm realizing my own hand has left crescent moons into my flesh from concern. I relax my body and take a deep breath.

“Thank gods,” I murmured to no one in particular. I look up timidly to my wife who wipes our baby with a towel and scrunches her entire chin towards her neck to get a better look at the purple screeching face. Our daughter finally has a lapse in annoyance and her eyes open, stormy gray eyes forming a perfect mirror to gaze into. My wife drops back, a lifeless laugh forcing out of her, “all that only for her to look like you.” She sounds both bitter and proud.

I grin, “she will no doubt be a stunner like me then.”

She huffs loudly but matches my smile, content with such a notion.

“The next one will look like you.”

Her jaw drops open. “The next one?!”

[number44newseries864962]

Need to rant for a minute because even though I have very much been enjoying the fruits of my efforts learning how to sew vintage style clothes, I just swapped out old fatphobia (nice plus size vintage clothes never making it to stores) for new fatphobia (trying to find patterns). Cause it doesn't end at what clothes you're able to buy already made.

I finally bought a Friday Pattern Company pattern the other day, and man it made the bare minimum feel like I was being spoiled. The sizes go up to 7X (that's XL, XXL, 1X, 2X, etc, so there's 9 sizes above L) they had a thin and a fat model on the cover! Usually I'm barely lucky enough to get an XL, and I'm just expected to guess how it's going to look on my body. The majority of their patterns have two differently sized models on the covers, and all of them have that full range of patterns inside.

It is so hard to find good plus size patterns, even if they're available, many companies just scale up their mediums and I can't guarantee they're actually sized correctly for a different shape. As good as Friday is, them and other modern indie pattern companies aren't easy to find.

Okay well what if I went another step deeper, what if I forgo patterns all together and decide to be completely independent and draft things myself?

Then I'll need a plus size dress form. I got lucky and found one at an antique mall for 50$ but these are incredibly rare and more expensive than smaller ones. I'll need to learn how to draft patterns, something that was taught to me on a XS form by my college and nearly every tutorial out there. Drafting close fitting clothes for fat bodies is a completely different skillset, because all that extra fat is much squishier and shifts more. Measuring yourself correctly and getting the shape you're looking for is far more important. Before I even got there I'd need to sketch out what I wanted to make, right? Well the patterning book my family got me only shows you how to draw tall, skinny people. A beginner would have to look up their own drawing references and tutorials because what what supposed to be a super accessible beginner's guide to fashion has decided their body isn't normal enough for the baseline tutorial.

We're expected to be the ones who put in the extra effort. Digging to find the pattern companies that fit our shape and actually prove they can, paying extra in shipping or driving farther to pick them up. Having to search specifically for plus size tutorials for drafting and sketching. It's always treated like it's not part of the beginner's experience to be working with a fat body, that's just going to make people more frustrated and lost and less likely to pursue something they're excited about! Especially if it's in response to already being frustrated about the lack of clothing options.

We need a little positivity to this post so to end on a high note, here's me modeling the blazer I just finished with a shirt I made a couple years ago!

Being able to finally wear clothes I really feel like me in has been an amazing confidence boost. It's not fair that there's so many roadblocks in the way for someone who looks like me who just wants to wear things they enjoy.

[tongue-twists]

I'm a bunny in heat in the forest - I'm desperate for release but I can't cum unless I'm being knocked up and I've tried everything - fucking myself for hours, grinding on my own hand, I keep just edging myself over and over and I'm a panting, drooling, sweaty mess on the forest floor, pathetically rubbing my clit, oozing enough pheromones to be spotted for miles around

two wolf women find me like this and make fun of what a desperate mess I am, how I'm obviously in heat and I should have gone to them right away instead of trying to fix it myself

I'm barely able to beg them to fuck me, at this point I don't care if they also eat me alive as long as I can cum - the first one shuts me up by shoving her thick cock in my mouth and down my throat, flooding my senses with her smell and taste. My eyes roll back in my skull and I forget that I need to breathe because I need it so much, so once she starts using my throat as a cocksleeve, every time she remembers to pull out far enough to let me breathe, I gasp and and crane my neck to try to lick up every drop of precum collecting at her tip. I'm so hypnotized by the first one that I don't even see the second one circle around and stroke her cock right above my soaked cunt - that is until she slaps it on my swollen clit and I shudder and cry out. She starts to slowly work her cock inside me - I'm so wet but she's so big - and I start moaning and whining and begging incoherently, muffled by the other wolf cock in my mouth. By the time I feel her knot pressed against my pussy, tears are rolling down my cheeks - it feels so good, I needed this so bad.

Then the second one starts to fuck me, hard fast, holding my hips up and digging her claws into my flesh, making me cry out every time I feel her ramming against my cervix. I'm so close because I can feel that she is - finally, finally - and when I feel them both twitch and throb inside, I brace myself to have both of their knots shoved inside...

But they laugh and pull out, looking down at me while they stroke their cocks and cover me in their thick cum - I'm trembling, edged again, incredulous, still crying but this time from sheer frustration.

I want to scream but I barely have the strength to whine pathetically like a kicked puppy. The one that was fucking my throat leans towards me and whispers "No no little bunny. We can't breed you - not until our Alpha has gotten first claim. But don't worry, we'll take you to her now"

[littleprinces]

For My Stepsister

Yeseo x M! Reader

Stepcest and lil bit rough

I had always had a thing for my Korean stepsister, Yeseo. She was a few years younger than me, but she had a body that could rival any woman twice her age. She had long, black hair that cascaded down her back in waves, and her skin was smooth and flawless. Her eyes were almond-shaped and a deep, dark brown that seemed to see right through me. She had full, pouty lips that I couldn't help but imagine wrapped around my cock.

I had been trying to seduce Yeseo for months, but she had always kept me at arm's length. She knew that I wanted her, and she enjoyed teasing me with her body and her flirtatious comments. But she had never let me take it any further than that.

That all changed one night when we were out at a club together. We had been dancing and drinking, and Yeseo was looking more sexy than ever. Her body was slick with sweat, and her dress clung to her curves like a second skin. I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled her close and whispered in her ear,

"I want to fuck you, Yeseo. I want to make you scream my name and beg for more."

To my surprise, she didn't push me away. Instead, she looked up at me with a wicked grin and said, "Prove it, Oppa."

I didn't need any further encouragement. I grabbed her hand and led her out of the club, not caring who saw us. We stumbled into an alley, and I pushed her up against the wall. I crushed my lips to hers, and she responded eagerly, our tongues twisting together in a passionate dance.

I reached down and grabbed her ass, squeezing it roughly. She moaned into my mouth, and I knew she was ready for more. I slid my hand up her thigh and under her dress, finding her wet and ready for me. I slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped, her pussy clenching around me.

"Fuck, Yeseo, you're so wet," I groaned, adding a second finger. She whimpered and rode my hand, her hips moving in time with my fingers.

"I want you inside me, Oppa" she begged, her voice husky with desire. "Please, fuck me."

I didn't need to be asked twice. I pulled my fingers out of her and unzipped my pants, freeing my rock-hard cock. I positioned it at her entrance and thrust inside her, making her cry out with pleasure.

I fucked her hard and fast, slamming into her over and over again. She wrapped her legs around my waist and held on for dear life, her nails digging into my back.

"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her pussy milking my cock.

I could feel myself getting close, and I knew I needed to make this good for her. I reached down and started rubbing her clit, making her moan even louder.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum," she cried out, her pussy tightening around me.

I didn't let up, continuing to fuck her and rub her clit until she screamed my name and came hard, her pussy flooding with wetness.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I groaned and pulled out, cumming all over her stomach.

We stood there for a moment, panting and trying to catch our breath.

"That was amazing," Yeseo said, grinning up at me.

"Yeah, it was," I agreed, still trying to wrap my head around what had just happened.

"I want more," she said, her eyes sparkling with desire.

"More?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, fill my throat with your big cock, oppa," she said, licking her lips.

I didn't need any further encouragement. I grabbed her head and guided her down to my cock, watching as she took me deep into her throat.

I fucked her mouth just as hard as I had fucked her pussy, making her gag and choke on my cock. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes, and I knew I had her right where I wanted her.

I came hard, shooting my load down her throat. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Fuck, Yeseo, you're amazing," I said, pulling her to her feet.

"I know," she said, smirking at me.

I knew I had to have more of her, and I was determined to make her mine.

"That was incredible," Yeseo said, grinning up at me.

"Yeah, it was," I agreed, pulling her close.

I knew I had found my perfect partner, and I was never letting her go.