#buy mesh fabric

[funshinebf]

concept sketches for a look im planning for the Renaissance Festival this year... im hoping to go with a group of friends around my birthday ^_^ i already have tons of fabric and trims that i bought a while back, so i wanna try doing some fun stuff with those!! the idea is sort of a celestial witch/fairy thing :•3 im pretty excited to do the hat, i have a big sunhat i got from hot topic when i was in middle school that im gonna use as a base for the rest of it!! all of the clothing and accessories are either stuff i already own or stuff i can make/alter easily with supplies i already own ^_^ its gonna look bad ass im so excitedd to start putting it together !!!!

[thatgothicfairy]

I managed to get a deeply discounted grandma sewing machine and I plan to try my hand at a simple 2-layered fairy skirt (black of course)

I really love the look of the couture, patch work style ones but I can’t figure out how they’re made so I’m sticking to the basics and hoping it won’t end in disaster lol

[bmpmp3]

can i apply for some kind of grant or something somewhere so i can get a proper ergonomic chair and table that actually fits me and my nonstop manspreading. can i get some kind of institution to cover the cost PLEASE

[periru3]

I, like Walmart, do not know your name, but years ago I went in to buy some fabric to sew the gloves for the Floor Show costumes in the Rocky Horror shadow cast I was working on at my school and I was like DAMN you know your stuff and you were like "I was Brad back in the day" so whistfully

[ecowearindia]

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[qurbanjaan]

My experience and personal view on veiling as someone who grew up under a Burqa

When I was born, my father didn’t want me because I was a girl. When a girl is born, she isn’t cherished like a boy. Your life is received as a deadweight (note: I’m not saying this is something that happens every single time, just most of them) and a disappointment by the family. When your first breath comes in, the honor is on your shoulders.

My parents were so disappointed they gave me up to my aunt and uncle until I was one year old. When I was three, my father tried to sell/promise me into marriage. My grandmother, his mother, was the one who intervened and stopped him from doing it.

As I grew up, I noticed clear differences between me and girls from less conservative families, but everything was relatively normal until I hit nine years old. When it happened, I suddenly stopped traveling with my parents, stopped being able to leave the curtains open, couldn’t wear the clothes I used to wear even though I was still a child… as I grew older and older, the restrictions increased as my uncle and my father said I was becoming a beautiful woman and “I would be a problem for their family”.

Then, when I noticed, I wasn’t allowed to appear on windows, get packages from the mailman, go out in the yard, have a phone, stay alone in my room, talk to men (even if it was something as trivial as buying groceries), going out alone, needing to looking down when men walk past you, stay in your room when there’s visitors and don’t make a noise so they can’t hear you, not speak too loudly either, not share your name… the list is endless.

And, when you grow up inside a such conservative, traditional and religious family, your only future is disappearing. Along with having no voice and no face, servitude is as inescapable as death.

When you’re under a piece of cloth, you become faceless, you have no identity of your own. Outside the house, you’re a ghost. Inside the house, you’re a servant. You have no choice over yourself. This is your identity, a servant ghost who’s screams people pretend not to hear.

To a certain level, when you try to reflect on it, the veiling can be comforting. Being invisible can be comforting, no one sees you, you don’t need to worry about a thing. You can hide all your thoughts and most shameful actions from the daylight and no one is going to find out about them. But, when you are under the veil, your identity becomes something only you know about. To the rest of the world, you don’t exist, you’re not human. The veil will slowly dehumanize you, you will start fading away and there’s nothing you can do about it because how can someone attribute a face to a piece of fabric with a mesh on eye level?

And don’t fool yourself, the longer you keep your veil on, the harder the expectations will be. You may only need to cover now, but in some time, they will ask you why are your toes showing and why are you not hiding your hands behind the veil too, and why are you even outside your house? You should be home, protecting your family’s honor, you’re disgracing your family, go home.

And you may think “I’m invisible to the outside world but in my house I’m irreplaceable”, are you? How irreplaceable will you be when a younger, better wife comes in and the only safety you may have is the idea that your children will grow up to take care of you? How would someone possibly feel bad for you when you are nothing but a black trashbag? If you become a beggar, how will they see the suffering on your face if it will be covered and hidden away from the world?

I can’t be hypocritical and say that I don’t feel a sense of security under the veil, but it’s a false sense of security. When the time for your death comes, you won’t have your name on your grave, you won’t have a face. All you will ever have been is a servant, invisible to the outside world, with no God above to wonder “what about her?”. How dear are you inside those walls?

[doestalker]

their fav panties!

including: toji, nanami, gojo, geto, choso, sukuna & hiromi (nsfw, mdni, geto's reader has hip dips)

thank you sm for 700 followers!

TOJI likes the black thong with the red 'property of toji' embroided on the front you bought as a joke. when he pulled down your shorts and read it, he burst out laughing, you did too. but he actually loved it and made sure you knew by giving you the most life changing backshots you've ever gotten, thong still on. his hips bucked in an angle that always hit the right spot with the tip of his cock. he also made sure to fill you up with his cum, just to further mark his property.

NANAMI likes the frilly ones that look like a little skirt, specially the one with a bow behind. he likes to look a it when you're on your knees, bent over and struggling to fit all of his girth inside your mouth. his arm rests on the back of the couch, a glass of whisky hanging from his fingers, his tie is loose and his hair is all messy. he looks like a mess and he knows it, but he also loves the contrast of his rugged self and the softness of your figure in front of him, offering your warm throat as stress relief.

GOJO likes buying you lingerie sets any chance he gets, that's the benefit of having a rich boyfriend! he likes the ones with the tiny and lacy thongs he can just pull to the side and let you bounce on his dick all you want. he loves it when you're on reverse cowgirl, and how from his point of view there's nothing but a thin elastic clinging to your ass cheek. he buys them custom made, and makes sure to add a little 'SG' charm on the back so he can mark his territory anytime you wear them with your low rise jeans.

GETO likes the calvin klein set you have that matches his boxers. he likes it when you both come back from the gym and start undressing for a quick shower together and sees in the reflection of the mirror the matching sets. he then focuses on how your dips on your hips stand out more with the high waisted underwear and his mind starts to go places. as much as he loves the way your figure looks with them on, he much prefers them out of the way, craving nothing but the warm feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock mixed with the cold tiles of the shower.

CHOSO likes you in anything, but if you were to ask him, he would say the black boyshorts are his favourite, the ones you often wear with one of his band tees to walk around the house. it's comfy and sexy, and he likes that he can smell himself on you when he hugs you from the back. although he can't help himself and a hand may slide down to your pussy and start lazily playing with your clit. the soft fingers massaging your bud sending shockwaves through your entire body and his hot breath whispering sweet praises on your ear.

SUKUNA likes the ones with the slit, he's a man with urges, so he appreciates the easy access for a quickie in a public bathroom or in the car. he just lifts your skirt and spreads you open with his cock, no prep or anything. 'cause he knows that you like the burning sensation followed by the delicious fullness of his length buried deep inside of you.

HIROMI likes the sheer pair of briefs you bought for your one-year-anniversary as a surprise. the meshy black fabric lets him see those puffy pussy lips when you bend over for him and he can't help but lick you through the panties. thankfully the fabric is so thin you can feel his tongue messily lapping at your cunt and the friction that the mesh adds is just so nice.

[nymphomatique]

your nerd miguel fics are so good i didnt even know id like dom!reader this much

imagine slutty!reader getting ready for another party and she's barely wearing anything, pretty tits n ass spilling out of her clothes. she's leaning forward over the vanity to do her make up, and miguel cand help but get distracted from (her) homework, and just looks at her plump ass peeking from under her flimsy skirt. he begs her to let him rub himself on her and with hesitant hands he grips her hips and dryhumps her like a dog in heat

well, yes!

cw: slight dom!fem reader, sub!miguel yall know the vibes, me indulging in fashion for a moment, dry humping, miguel cums in his undies, this one’s a lil sweet i fear, awkward ending soz, edited AND proofread y’all 🙏🏾 (can’t guarantee no mistakes however)

wc: 1.6k

❤︎ a/n: i’m a dirty liar and forgot to upload this yesterday but!! she’s here and she was a labour of love! everyone who survived the great barbie drought of winter 2023-2024 gets a pin and goodie bag at the door. nevertheless, enjoy!! 💋

“hey, four eyes, this dress or should i wear a skirt instead?”

brown eyes you’ve come to know so well, more than you’d like to admit, flit up to meet yours momentarily until they look at the two articles of clothing hanging on hangers between your manicured fingers. in one hand, a mesh cut out dress with a deep plunging neckline, and a khaki mini skirt in the other.

“um, skirt. y-you looked pretty in it when you bought it, so um- you should wear it,” miguel mumbles, a pink tint sweeping its way lightly across his face. you’re feeling particularly sweet on him today. it’s been hard to keep your eyes off him as of recent, his chiseled jaw, thick lips, and who could ever forget the resplendent pools of brown that takes form of his eyes. eyes that make your face heat up, setting your body ablaze and feeling feverish under the slightest of glances.

he’s classically handsome, that much you won’t deny, as much as it kills you.

you silently take his suggestion in heed, quietly stripping in front of him to change into the skirt he suggested, and pulling on a black long sleeved crop to to match. you silently lament on the memory of the day you bought the skirt, how you had dragged miguel by his shirt alongside you that day to the mall to sit and watch you buy clothes at any and every store, designer or department, and shuck your bags into his strapping arms. you had wandered into miu miu, miguel trailing not too far behind you with your bags from blumarine, versace, cavalli and more comfortable in his hands. he sat patiently in the waiting chairs as you picked up an array of shirts and skirts and accessories, until you were ready to try them on. miguel sat and watched as you said no and turned your nose up at nearly everything until you tried on a khaki skirt, sitting so low on your hips the straps of your red thing peeking above the waistband.

you turned and twirled in the mirror, admiring the skirt on yourself until you turned to miguel himself, walking up to him as he’s sat to ask him, “you like it?” and like it he does, a hefty hand trailing up from your thigh to your hip, tapping your your hip softly. “you know i do, baby,” and you giggle at his answer, twirling for him before walking back the dressing room to change, not before biting your lip and beckoning miguel to follow at your heels with a pink painted acrylic nail. and follow he does, because he’s such a good boy.

you feel roused at the memory of your dressing room quickie in the same skirt you’re wearing now. and you’re sure miguel feels the same, and you don’t miss the opportunity to provoke him at any moment.

you bend over, slow but curt, fixing up your makeup in your large vanity while your ass sits out in direct display, the short fabric of the skirt lifting as you bend. your black thong is made visible as you bend and wiggle you hips. you steal small glances in the mirror to where miguel is on your bed, sitting in a sea of linear calculus books, and sure enough the methods of linear are long forgotten to focus on your exposed backside. you giggle and turn your head to look at him, and his lips purse when he realizes he’s been caught. before he can sputter anything out, you stand and turn to him and ask him, “see something you like, dontcha?”

a silent swallow and a nod is miguel’s response, his growing erection answer enough for you.

“beg me for what you want.”

and there’s a brief fleeting moment after the words leave your lips. an unspoken fervour in the air, perhaps a mix of what hasn’t been said and all that’s left to say about the two of you. you feel hot, your gaze burning through miguel’s clothes, burning his skin all the way across the room. you want him, you want him, you want him. and he’s looking back at you, a subdued but still present lust in his eyes. you see the submission, his compliance. yes, mistress.

his knees hit the floor, and then his rough palms follow suit and he’s crawling towards you until he’s not, and his sat like a good little boy in front of you painted feet, and he does what you ask, he begs for your touch, your taste, your mercy.

“please let me touch you, i need it, please please please. can i have it? can i touch you, mommy? i don’t even have to be inside you, j-just your touch and i can- i can cum. please? oh god please-“ miguel babbles, his hulking form looking up at you from the floor. you feel like the wind has been knocked out of your chest. he just needs your touch. you card a hand through his thick wavy locks, gripping at the nape and pulling his head up to look at you.

“just need my touch, hmm?” you look at him and he nods. whimpers. so fucking pathetic. “i’ll let you hump me like you want. my subservient little puppy needs it, huh?” you coo mockingly. a string of yes’s and thank you’s leave miguel’s lips and you get up and turn around, bending over to brace yourself on your vanity.

you’re fully presented for miguel, and there’s an empty beat of stillness between you both, you make eye contact with him in the mirror and quip, “gonna keep me waiting?” and he knows better than that. he’s up on his feet, unbuckling his belt and shucking his jeans down and off him, standing in his boxers, swollen and full with his erection. he moves behind you, placing his hands on either sides of your hips.

“no ma’am.”

you can’t help but pulse in anticipation. you look at him in the mirror and find that he’s looking at you already and you feel yourself heat up. please don’t make me wait anymore, you think. like he’s read your mind, miguel’s covered erection is pressed up against the gusset of your panties, perfectly slot between your ass cheeks.

and experimental hump sends you bouncing forward a little, your breasts jiggling a bit, a soft sigh of satisfaction leaving you. finally. another hump, miguel’s strong hands pulling your hips back towards his crotch and you gasp a bit and the pleasure. another thrust of hips, and again, and again until it becomes a steady rhythm of soft sighs and low groans. and it goes on from a thrust to a trust and grind, and oh! the meat of miguel’s dick rubs up against your clit and you can’t help but moan.

your moans are joined by miguel’s whimpers, his hips rocking so intensely it has you burning up inside so much that you think you might cum from the stimulation. “s-so good baby, fuck,” miguel let’s out and you keen at his praise. you’re so good, you’re his baby. you push and grind your hips up in time with his, feeling yourself begin to soak through your panties and maybe onto miguel’s dark boxers. you can’t hold yourself together anymore, feeling yourself come apart so you drop your head onto your vanity’s surface, hoping to salvage some semblance of your pride.

the thick hands on your hips move to find purchase within your skirt, grabbing fistfuls of the short fabric before pulling your hips back with a staggering strength. you feel your knees buckle a bit, and your head shoots back up with an accompanying moan.

miguel pulls you down while pushing himself up into you and it feels so fucking good. your palms feel clammy and you feels as if you’re still sanding by the grace of god. every nudge of your clit feels as if it’s short circuiting your motor functions temporarily and you feel so overwhelmed to the pleasure, you can do nothing but succumb to it, and the man granting you it.

“m’gonna cum miguel. so good, so fucking good. wish you were inside me so i can feel you. wish you could feel me cum around you. f-feels so good please don’t stop! i’m gonna- oh!” you’re mumbling and babbling incessantly, canting hips and soft whimpers that turn into heavy groans only further pushing you past your limit through this titillating pleasure.

“fuck, gonna come with you baby. come with me, please mommy i need it,” miguel moans. his hands release your skirt and dig into your hips once more and you’re sure you’ll find salacious marks there in the morning but you don’t care, not when you’re so close.

a particular hard thrust sends you reeling forward, head almost hitting your mirror and you can’t help but give out within your legs. you feel them shake and almost go numb at the pleasure. you’re left helpless, cumming violently and soaking the fabric separating both you and miguel as miguel continues his assault against your poor pussy. he fucks it- humps it?- raw, overstimulating you to the point of pain when finally he finishes with a final thrust, his nails digging into the meat of your curvature. you feel his cum seep through the material of both of your arguments and you moan as it hits the gusset of your thong.

miguel lets go of your hip and you wobble a bit, using your upper body upon your desk to stabilize you. you’re both panting and heaving, taking in the intense and carnal display of lust between the two of you. you’re quiet before you hear miguel pipe up, breathlessly, pulling you from your daze.

“thank you, mistress.”

smug bastard.

[osachiyo]

love, love, what do you think about a reader who has really thick thighs :0 how would the bsd men react to it >:0 I feel like Nikolai/Dazai would like to force the reader to sit on their face lol (it’s a thirst just in case!!)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ note. . . AAAAAA this ask made me so insane tysm for this nonnie. . . (mdni) not proofread sorry im a lazy fuck </3

dazai would love them, maybe so much so that its a little concerning— only a little though ! he'd lovee to lay his head on your plush thighs, whining for you to sing him to sleep— its the only way he can get some rest, y'know? he already loves your thighs so much but if you like wearing booty shorts, tights or even stockings? this man is a goner. just a heads up though, they're gonna be ripped to shreds by the time he's done with you. and no, he's not gonna buy you new ones (he's too broke ya'll)

he's definitely gonna beg you to sit on his face— at least do it once for him, won't you? oh but when you actually give in, he's so fucking happy he could basically die. he'd even say it to you— pretty brown lashes fluttering as he slurs out muffled words like— "god, bella. i could just— could just suffocate between these thighs," and if you know him, you know he's being dead serious. but you can't bring yourself to complain when he's practically making out with your pussy so fuckin' good, making you drool and sputter your words as he runs his tongue up and down your slick folds. filthy slurping noises escaping his lips while his fingers dig into the fat of your thighs— they're definitely gonna bruise later..♡

chuuya would find them adorable. he just loves to bury his face between them. not even in a dirty or suggestive way— he just found it so comforting, y'know? but also would be downright mesmerized by the way your thighs jiggle and spill out of your tights— blood rushing to his face and he can't help but sneak a couple glances at your plump thighs. shit, did they look good but he just wanted to rip them off as soon as possible.

and rip them off he did— blunt nails easily ripping the fabric of your mesh tights as he continues lapping at your soaked cunt. he only chuckled when you gasped and whined about how those were your last pair! he'd peak his head from between your spread thighs— tongue running over his swollen lips and god, did he look like a total fucking mess. his eyes were glazed over with pure lust and love for you— twinkling with delight as you moaned and clutched onto the bedframe, holding on for dear life as chuuya ate you out like a fucking animal. a sloppy grin graced his features, hand moving from your thigh to reach between your legs— pushing two gloved fingers in with ease. "relax, doll. I'll buy you all the tights you need. jus' lemme enjoy my fuckin' meal." and with that, he dived right back in..♡

fyodor found the contrast between your body and his own adorable. he was tall, lanky and slim. you, on the otherhand, were plush, soft and just....so enticing to him. he loved each and every part of your body, of course but your thighs— god, your thighs. he'd love to just bury his face between them and stay there for hours. not that he'd ever admit it, though. his pride wouldn't allow it. that doesn't mean he wouldn't show his adoration for them in a...different way, of course.

he'd lay you down gently on your shared bed, kissing every part of your body from head to those delicious thighs of yours. and after he's finally done— he'd press them together before sliding his cock in between. what? why're you looking at him with those pitiful eyes of yours? what better way to showcase his love for your plush thighs than to fuck them, no? he'd shudder at the way the flushed head of his pretty cock would catch against your clit with every drag of his hips. he'd only laugh cruelly at your whining and begging for him to just put it in! oh well, he's not stopping anytime soon until he gets to cum all over your pussy and those pretty thighs of yours so..goodluck..♡

nikolai would just.. keep his hands on you all the damn time. i mean, how could he not? when you're practically asking him for it! that's why you decided to wear those tight stockings, didn't you? to show off your mouth-watering thighs to the world? he just couldn't keep his eyes off them the entire fucking day. the way the fabric clung and dug into the meat of your thighs and fuck. how could he not get rock hard?

and that's how you ended up seated on his pretty fuckin' face. eager tongue exploring your insides as guttural groans and growls left his parted lips. he was soaked— head getting squeezed by your thighs and he could almost cum from the feeling. his hands were also busy— occasionally slapping and pinching the soft fat on your thighs and snickering at your high pitched squeals. he'd also lift you a little by grabbing the back of your thighs just to look at you with those drunk-dazed eyes. and fuck, he was practically pussy drunk. he wasn't at fault though! it's all your fault for having such nice fucking thighs..♡

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[kbwrites]

Lingerie? No Way

synopsis: how the JJK guys feel about Lingerie.

⚝content: nsfw, links to lingerie included, f!reader (gendered language used)

Satoru LOVES when you buy a new set (especially using his credit card).

Takes pictures of you, and has a whole folder full of just photos of you in lingerie.

Which is separate from his nudes folder for some reason.

If you allow him, he has no shame using the pictures he takes as his home screen.

Any excuse to show off to everyone that his partner is the hottest.

In bed Satoru loves to fuck you with the lingerie on.

Likes grabbing onto the lace, using the straps as leverage while he’s fucking you.

“S-shittt princess, you look so fuckin’ pretty.” He whimpers as he gropes your breast through the mesh fabric.

His hips snap up, one hand gripping the headboard as you ride him. His slender fingers reach around your back to unhook the bra, feverishly fiddling with the clasp. He curses under his breath before–

Riiip

“Sorry gorgeous…. I’ll buy ya another one”

Money is no object for Satoru so he can literally afford to be rough. 

★。------ ＼｜／------。★

Suguru orders you a new set almost every week.

He’s sending screenshots.

“Look at this one babe, you’d look perfect in it.”

“It’s nice Sugu.”

Adds to cart.

His favorite thing to do when you wear lingerie is watch you. He’s sitting on the loveseat in your bedroom, one hand wrapped tightly around his cock as he pumps slowly. You’re sprawled out on the bed in front of him two fingers plunged deep into your aching cunt. You try your hardest to reach the spots your boyfriend hit so effortlessly. He smirks maliciously as you struggle. Knowing full well he was the only one who could make your toes curl. 

“Awww what’s the matter, pretty girl? Can’t reach?” Even though he knows the answer.

As you whine shaking your head “no” he gets up and strides toward you. Taking in your panting form.

He’s already thinking about how good you’d look in the purple version of the set.

★。------ ＼｜／------。★

Nanami prefers you save lingerie for special occasions.

Birthdays?

Christmas?

He wants to unwrap you.

He’d be really into babydoll dresses, the sheer fabric that stops just below your underwear. 

He didn’t expect when you texted him about an “early Christmas gift” that he would come home to you in a gorgeous red babydoll dress. With thigh-high stockings to match? He’s in heaven

Takes his time slipping the fabric off you, kissing every inch of your body as he slowly removes your underwear.

“You’ve been saving this one for me, honey? You look absolutely breathtaking”

As his head delves down, flattening his tongue against your cunt.

★。------ ＼｜／------。★

Toji is a simple guy, he can appreciate a nice set but he much prefers you in his clothes.

His shirt? The way it swallows you makes his dick twitch.

Or his personal favorite a moo moo?

He’s ready to go.

All you were doing was making dinner in your nightgown, stirring a pot of pasta on the stove. The next thing you knew your boyfriend threw you over his shoulder.

“Fuck...mama, you look so good.” He’s got your face down on the mattress with your nightgown bunched up to expose your ass. The pads of his fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he slams his thick cock into your pussy.

Your moans are muffled as your face is buried into the pillow.

“Gonna breed this fuckin pussy. That what you want baby?”

Sukuna isn’t very understanding as to why you’re wearing ANYTHING when he enters the room. 

He prefers you naked, laid out bare waiting for him. He loves your body, so he prefers an unobscured view.

While you do look good. The fabric is just in his way.

Did you want crotchless panties? Well, you have them now.

Two strong arms rip and tear the fabric off of you as his mouth nips and sucks at your skin. The other two arms pin your wrists above your head as he devours you.

“Ryo! I bought this for you–” You whine as he shreds the delicate material. But he doesn’t respond, as he fumbles with the strings.

“Quiet. This shit is hindering my meal.”

[xob1tchs]

i litr cannot stop imagining reader and bestfriend!stiles getting so incredibly high and they’re just so horny and suddenly it’s like they can’t keep their hands (and mouths) off of each other but they’re just friends helping a friends out right :)) and it’s just cute and fluffy smut

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it happens too quickly — shared laughter somehow morphing into quiet gasps and hurried touches.

you can feel him wrap around your whole body, when in reality his rough hands are only gripping your hips over the fabric of your skirt, fingers pressing to the dimples at the base of your spine, slipping under the fabric of your sweater.

you blink at him, oblivious to the mascara smugged beneath your lashline, and the glitter that has fallen from the paper mache butterflys above your worn out couch, dusting across your face in such a perfect way that stiles swears you can’t be real.

this is very real though – and you become all too aware of that when you feel the stiff length of his cock grow against your core. It makes you stop, nervous fingers hovering above broad shoulders, hot breath stuttering across chapped lips.

Big, sparkling brown eyes, fluffy brown hair — you can’t keep looking at him in this light, it’s creating a pounding at the back of your skull, wincing as you create space between your bodies.

“are you okay?” stiles questions, warily scanning your features, calloused hands massaging the meat of your hips, squeezing in gentle reassurance. you nod silently, but can tell he doesn’t buy it.

pressing your mouth into a thin line, you fiddle with the buttons of his plaid shirt “it’s just- we’re best friends” you blink, drying eyes forcing you to squint at his expression.

his hands glide down your hips, passing over the front of your skirt, past the hem to your knees, fingers slipping past the fabric – creeping it up your thighs, watching you through his lashes, red eyes turned glassy.

“friends, help other friends out” he smiles, thumbs ghosting against the hem of your panties.

that’s all your intoxicated mind needs to lean into his embrace and join your lips once again, moaning into his mouth, licking over his tongue, giggling at the faint taste of fruit loops and strawberry milk, shifting your hips to mesh against his, grinding your heat against his crotch. stiles pistons his hips upwards, pressing his cock right against your clit through the lace of your damp panties, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, grinding against him with more force, lips parting in a desperate pant.

“that feel good?” stiles husks, gently cooing at your slurred response, sweet expression a contrast to the pleasure building between your thighs.

you fist the fabric of his shirt, mewling when his fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging on the strands gently, forcing you to look at him “you gonna cum? right here, like this?” his words carry a condescending tone, one that makes your pussy ache with need, despite the endless stream of pleasure that comes from humping over his buldge.

“yes – yes, want to cum” you nod, rutting against him more quickly, making the couch below you creak- puffs of hot air slipping past your lips with every roll of your hips.

it’s a tight knot in your stomach, coiling more and more with each passing second, until finally you reach the end of the rope – flashes of heat surging up your thighs, pasing over your shoulder blades, forcing your eyes to squeeze shut as you whine out his name.

“hope you’re not tired baby, now it’s your turn to help me”

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[thatgothicfairy]

I can already see halloween stuff selling out (in fuckin july ffs) so I panic ordered the crafting stuff I wanted to my parents house in the us lmao.....

[cagesofgold]

BOWS - Touya Todoroki / Dabi x Reader

Touya’s never had to buy a gift before. He has vivid memories of linking flower stems together, pinching their petals at the ends with his fingers and placing them on Fuyumi’s head. Or that time he found a stray football discarded against a lamp post and brought it home beneath his shoulder for Natsuo. He had given a gift before, as he knew it.

But is that what you knew it to be?

The whiskey glass in his hand seemed to never end, the bottom tilted to one side with lashings of ice beginning to melt. Brown lurid liquid sloshing with every jolt of his hand, subconsciously anxious and consciously angered.

Touya thought he knew you pretty well. He knew that you hated mornings, and relished hot showers. He knew that your smile lit up every room you’d ever walked into and you hated cutlery against plates. He knew he could find you most often behind the bar, tucked away in the corner observing Kurogiri as he whisked around the shelves lined with liquor - your nose within a book, the pages water damaged and crinkled. He knew you loved to laugh, and hated those who took that from you. He knew you found it hysterical when Twice would perform his All Might impression, and rejoiced when Spinner would bring in fresh pork cutlet for dinner.

He knew that you loved the stars and the moon. And every celestial being within that sky, untouched by the brutalities of humanity, and holding the secrets we would always sought. You loved pointing out funky shaped clouds and insisting they looked like cats, when to Touya they just looked like blobs. You loved when he would bring you in snacks from his avid disappearances from the base, showing you were still at the front of his mind.

He knew your eyebrows would crinkle nervously when his hands would dust over yours, never wincing from their ragged appearance, but wincing from his touch. He knew you loved to dance, arms wrapped around his neck and fingers drumming along his nape to the rhythm - telling him to “Loosen up”, he never did. You never stopped telling him.

He knew that your lips were soft. He knew that they had no right to touch his, wrapped in wholehearted good meshing with the bearer of sin. He knew he shouldn’t come near you, but everyone knew that you had poisoned him from the minute you walked in that day. A shy grin tugged at your lips, intelligent and calculated words silencing dubious conceptions - and a white bow flailing behind you.

He loved those bows. You had one in every color. Some crimped, some satin, some cotton. Some with butterflies and some with strawberries. Some with small blue flames you had painted yourself and excitedly thrust into his face one day, a classical book still shoved under your arm and hair wild from the morning air.

They were apart of you as much as they were him. He was always finding little bows everywhere you went, like a trail, follow the bow, there goes Y/N.

He would never forget when he found you on the ground outside. A puddle of coalescing liquids, some crimson, some grey - seeping into your jeans as you held something crushed in your hands. Your favorite bow, doused in deep red stains - mauve accents polluting the pink stitched hem.

He knew you were upset, soul as crushed as that little piece of fabric. And as the days went by and your hair was absent of their astoundingly large presence for their size, he felt a pit of unease settle in his stomach.

The ice in the whiskey glass had melted, and Touya’s hood was pulled over his head as he transcended the steps to the front door of the bar, tugging it open with force and tearing down the streets. Each step he grew faster, careful to keep his face downcast in order to maintain his identity - to hide his scars you would always kiss. He dug his hands into his pockets, the hands you would always caress and wash, sweet whispers that he didn’t deserve, didn’t deserve for a fucking second, reassuring him that he was loved.

That you…

“Do you want that wrapped?” The cashier smacked her gum uninterestedly, bright blue eyeshadow on her waterline contrasting her dark eyes.

He nodded, keeping his voice wrapped away in the confinements of his true self that only you were allowed to see. He had some nerve, acting as if that was some kind of gift. You really had rewired his deprecating tendencies.

Cash slid across the table and the paper handles were clutched by burnt fingers, black boots sidling across squeaky linoleum floors - and a ten minute walk back to the hideout.

The moon hung low, and the stars peeked out from the blanket of black which hugged the sky. He wondered if you were looking at them, hanging out your window in that way he always hated, your laugh cutting straight through him as you glanced over your shoulder at him, that smile that went all the way up to your eyes. That smile which told him everything he begged to know his entire life. He never valued it before, and selfishly, the only reason he values it now is to make sure that smile never leaves. It stays to bless everyone who has the courtesy to see it.

His fist met your door, three raps and a slap. The order you made up whilst wrapped in a cloud of giggles, he swore to never do it. You thought differently. The door slowly creaked open, and he was met with a flood of emotions all crashing into him at once. Your eyes were deep set, rings of purple hanging below those vibrant colors he loved so much - except they’d flattened into something unrecognizable - and an instantaneous anger rose through him. Not directed at you, god, never at you.

Before his name could escape you he placed the box in your hands. Your palms were flat against the decorative box, a sweet pink fabric adorned with white ribbon. Lace lining each edge. You cocked an eyebrow, confusion clouding your eyes before he just simply tapped it with his pointer finger, shuffling around where he stood - one foot tapping against the floor.

Your gaze dropped downwards, opening the box slowly, careful and mindful of the wrapping. He found this incredibly endearing. And when you saw what was inside, saw it laying there, unspoken words between both of you laced within every stitch - He knew.

Touya thought he knew you pretty well.

He knew you loved him, and by god did he love you.

[changisworld]

Feminisation with Changbin

Changbin x afab!reader

word count:1,791

18+, MDNI!! smut below the cut

©ANY translation, copy & paste, posting of my work is strictly forbidden for ANY posts/ writing i post.

third part of my 8 part masterlist of the extension of this & this headcanon of the members!!;3

Kinks & pleasures masterlist heremain masterlist here

->SMUT WARNINGS:Subby binnie, dom reader, mommy kink, teasing, ball fondling, tit worship, BINNIE IN LINGERIE!!, use of bullet vibrator, subspace, reader calls binnie 'pretty girl' & 'baby', praise, overstimulation, use of lube, binnies cock is called a pussy, multiple orgasms

Ever since you first laid eyes on Changbin, you genuinely thought he would be a dom through in & throughout but oh how wrong you were!

There's nothing little Binnie likes more than to dress up in pretty lace bralettes & thigh high socks, but he was too scared to tell you at first, scared you would judge him, so poor baby hid it instead & he would only do it when you're not home.

He loves to buy you pretty sets of lingerie, you not knowing he partly bought them for himself too. He goes through your top drawer & likes to take them out & trying them on around his bigger frame, liking to admire himself in the mirror, sometimes going as far as to spray a tiny tiny tiny bit of your perfume on him & putting some of his favourite of your choices of blush, enhancing his already slightly tinged cheeks.

He has done this ever since he got access to your closet, not wanting to ever buy his own in case he ever got caught, but it could only go on for so long, before you did catch him you did.

Since you caught him in one of your black lacey thongs & fishnets, you had an actual conversation with him & you find out all the details of his new & biggest kink, & that's how you've both ended up in this situation.

You're sitting on the back of your legs beside Changbin on the bed, him wearing a pretty, mesh nightgown with a fluffy hem around the bottom & along the cups, his dark nipples visible through the see through fabric, pebbled.

You're rubbing on his thick cock, your hand & his cock along with his balls, coated with lube for extra sensitivity & the squelching noises are probably loud enough for the entire street row of houses to hear & Changbin's whines & whimpers are almost just as loud.

"S-so much, so much" he babbles, looking up at you with watery eyes, his thighs tensing non stop & his fingers curling into the bedsheets, not daring to reach out & touch you since you haven't told him he can.

"Aww, my sweet Binnie, so good f'me aren'cha?" you ask, your hand going at a rapid pace, twisting up & down on his cock, putting the tiniest bit of extra pressure around his tip, leaning down to blow on it, making his hips buck.

"Yes! So good for y-you" he wips back, trying his best to keep his eyes open so he can look at you & you just chuckle at his words, struggling to get them out.

You reach to the side of you & pick up the small purple bullet vibrator & you remove your hand from his throbbing dick, which makes him let out a small whine but he quickly relaxes a small bit, getting a break from the overstimulation, but of course, you are quick to get back at it.

"Spread your legs for me sweetie" you tell him as you put your hand on his thighs to help him open them anyway, not as if you needed to since he would listen to anything you say in a heart beat.

Changbin takes it upon himself to hold his legs back enough, letting you get a view of his pretty hole & you let out a hum in approval, making Changbin even more flustered.

"Is it pretty mommy?" he asks, his voice having nerves laced in throughout it. "Don't ask silly questions, my Binnie, it's thee prettiest, you ready?" you respond, using the lube that is still coated on your hand to slick up the small vibrator before aligning it up with his fluttering hole.

"Yes mama, go slow, please" he pleads & you take pity on him, the poor baby is still a bit nervous & you can tell by the resistance as you push the small vibrator inside of him, turning it on as you put it in the full way & the cry that leaves his chest is unlike anything you've ever heard come from him before, it honestly catches you by surprise & he leaks even more onto his tummy.

You stop him from jerking his hips so much by moving up to straddle him, your legs caging him in & you set your cunt, covered by your own.. your shared panties as you grind over his hard cock, the cum from a previous orgasm you pulled from him still sprayed on him.

"You're so beautiful for me, pretty girl, all dressed up for me, hmm?" you tease as you lean down & kiss him, smudging the thin layer of lip gloss you painted over his puffy lips, not that he is in any mind to care anyway, far too distracted by the strong vibrations shooting up his spine, his hips jerking into you as much as he can, whining into your lips & his hands come up to rest on your hips, but you decide to cut him the slack & let him do so.

You let your fingers reach up to pull down his little night gown's boob cups & you let them attach to his little nipples & you twist them & flick them playfully, making Changbin cry onto the tongue that's now exploring his mouth, tasting him.

"Your tits are to die for baby, wanna touch them forever" you purr as you slide down the tiniest amount & let a glob of spit land right on his nipple, teasing him the extra amount by rolling your tongue out to let it fall before curling your tongue as you let it sit back in your mouth & Changbin is in his own little world, little purrs & whines being all he is saying but his eyes are not leaving yours, trying his best to not let them roll to the back of his head because he would be stupid to let himself miss the sight in front of him.

"Mommy, fuck me, please! want you so bad" he whimpers, his teary boba eyes looking up at you, nothing but neediness in them. "You want me to play with your little pussy? Do you think my baby deserves it?" you question, pinching his now spit covered nipples as you keep grinding on his cock, your own juices coating it along with the lube from earlier.

"I've been good! Wanna c-cum with y-in you! too g-good y/nnie" he cries, his toes curling behind you & you giggle as you reach behind him to start fondling his heavy, swollen balls & he lets out a screach at the feeling & he throws his head back into the pillows as much as he can, the feeling getting too much for the poor baby.

You flip yourself around so you're facing his legs in a reverse cowgirl position as you keep grinding on hi, your panties completely soaked through & have been for a long time by this point but the fabric is still slightly scatching against binnies cock & he cannot keep still for the life of him.

You keep playing with his balls & you reach down enough to feel the very edge of the vibrator & you use your fingers to pull just enough out so you can grip it with two fingers before you start to push it in & out the best you can, watching the way his hole swallows it gladly, barely even clenching anymore, the man you're sitting on so beyond the point of being grounded, his mind blank, & you notice this.

"C-cuming, mama, Cum-ming!" he squeaks as his legs shake & his balls pulsate in your hand & his shaft jumps off his tummy, cumming all over himself. You slow down grinding on his cock after realising his body language has changed & he has gone really quiet apart from the small whimpers of overstimulation & his orgasm fading off.

"You still there binnie? You with me?" you question, pulling out the vibrator & he just responds with a whimper at the loss of contact.

"Cmon sweetie, you floating?" you half tease as you turn around again, robbing Changbin of an already second orgasm, the friction from your panties driving his cock crazy again instantly, his chubby cock not even having time to soften, he is just enjoying it so much! which you didn't even mean to do & he just lets out a small, quiet whine at the feeling.

He nods, not even opening his eyes to respond to you, he is leaking precum all over himself, the tip of his cock a darker, more red shade than you think you've ever seen it & you are honestly buzzing at the sight of him like this, you feel so proud for making him crumble for you like this.

"Wanna keep going pretty?" you ask, leaning forward to stroke & move his dampened, curly poodle hair out of his red face, the little bit of mascara you helped him apply completely smudged on his under eyes & a few streaks dried into the top parts of his cheeks.

Changbin doesn't give a verbal response again, but he nods his head again as his big arms wrap around you & pull you forward so your face is buried in his neck & he strokes your hair with one hand as he breaths heavily, his clotheless chest against yours, the contact of your skin against his nipples making his cock jump.

"I won't keep going since you're too far gone & we've not spoken about it much mkay? I'll go clean you up n cuddle with you" you say in a soft voice as you move off of him & you run to the bathroom before coming back with a damp, luke warm tea towel & you wipe the sweat off his face before cleaning all of the slightly dried lube, his orgasms & your own juices that's soaked through your underwear before giving him the cup of water you also brought through & feeding him it.

"You are so good for me, you're adorable." you say as you kiss his full cheeks before nuzzling onto his chest, not wanting to overwhelm him, despite you not being able to see him with the way you're lying, he can't help but blush even more & lightly smile at your words & affection.

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Remi posting more than once a week?? SINCE WHEN??

[wowcatboys]

Hear me out

Grunge bf kayn with a hyper feminine gf , like his gf loves sanrio and cute stuff 🫢🫢🫢

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HEARTSTEEL KAYN: ULTRA-CUTE PARTNER HEADCANONS ♡ Gender Neutral ♡ SFW ♡ No TWs ♡ I am so fucking rabid for the idea of this combo...demon bf/ hello kitty reader SUPREMACY

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KAYN

At first, the pairing confuses people, but those that see you and Kayn together recognize that somehow you just work. You soften Kayn's sharp edges in a way that he only lets those closest to him see, and Kayn helps highlight the fact that even though you look innocent and soft, there's more to you than that.

Both you and Kayn recognize how much work it can be to curate and present an aesthetic. That's part of what helps you two mesh so well, even though on the surface, you're entirely different. There's a mutual respect for the other, stemming from understanding.

Though he keeps them stashed in a bathroom drawer, Kayn's got a matching set of soft bunny-ear headbands for when you sleep over. Usually he just bobby-pins his hair back to wash his face, but when you're there, he'll pull out the cute headbands so you can match during your morning/night-time routine. For the sake of his image, please, please don't ever show anyone your bunny-eared, spa-masked selfies.

Kayn has you saved as 'prince/princess' in his phone. Fitting, since you're the patron saint of all things cute and soft, no?

The guys tease him whenever they catch Kayn with your things around the apartment, like when he's washing your pink Starbucks cups or pulling your cinnamoroll pajama pants out of the dryer. "Changing your look, Kayn?" They'll smirk, but he just rolls his eyes and sneers. "It's (y/n)'s, obviously," he bites. He's not really embarrassed, though—truth be told, he loves the way your life has leaked into his enough for others to notice. Besides, those nerds are probably just jealous that he bagged such a fucking perfect cute pastel angel.

Obviously, Kuromi is Kayn's favorite, if he has to pick one. You won him a little Kuromi figure from a claw machine, once, and he actually keeps it on top of his dresser, in full view for everyone to see. (It's probably the cutest thing he owns, and though he might not admit it, he fucking treasures that little figurine.) He sometimes says he's your Kuromi, though not usually in earshot of others. The similarities are uncanny—a proclivity for black, a tendency for mischief—they even have almost the same birthday!

Whenever you're in his room, Kayn sets his LED strip lights to pink for you.

If Kayn's going to be gone for awhile, touring and the like, he always gifts you a Calico Critters set the night before he leaves. "Try to take good care of them, yeah?" He smirks. "I don't wanna come back to the mouse family in the middle of a custody battle."

Kayn stashes a plushie in his underwear drawer, so you'll always have something to snuggle with when you stay with him (besides him, of course).

The visual contrast when Kayn lets you borrow a hoodie or jacket is nothing short of jarring. Here you are, this adorable thing in Mary Janes and a pastel skirt, sporting a bleach-dyed hoodie with a death metal logo. Kayn, of course, thinks the contrast is fucking adorable.

Kayn gently teases you about your bedroom—"I didn't even know this many pink things existed," he'll say"— but the truth is, he loves being in there with you. The softness makes him feel totally surrounded by you. It's gentle. Safe, even. Drinking from Sanrio glasses and slipping underneath a strawberry-printed comforter to spoon you may not be his usual style, but you make it feel so natural. (Sleeping in your bed, though? Kayn doesn't love that as much. He moves around in his sleep enough as is, but now he's got to worry about accidentally shoving your favorite Hello Kitty off the bed? Not fun.)

Kayn's favorite cutesy thing to buy you is sleepwear. Those pastel, soft-fabric cami and sleep shorts combos? Fucking delicious. There's at least three sets of your pajamas stashed in his PJ drawer, and Kayn bought all of them.