#hook and loop tape

[angryisokay]

Hey. Do you like patches but you also like being able to customize and rearrange on a whim too?

Get yourself some loop fabric. Sew it to your jacket or bag or whatever you're sticking patches on. Get hook backed patches. Or buy some hook sided fabric and glue/sew it to your existing patches. There's hook sided fabric with adhesive backing too.

Now you can have patches and move them around to add new ones or reflect different moods.

[consult2bond]

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[sophiewuu]

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[bruciemilf]

We as a society need to take advantage of Bruce’s movie trauma more.

First of all, not only is he incredibly apprehensive about cinemas, he’d also be way too busy with Batman and single mom-ing to stay in the cinematic pop culture loop?

I wanna see Bruce who only ever watches recorded Gray Ghost tapes. Name any movie post 2001. He hasn’t watched one.

When the Batkids enter the picture, they hold a contest on who can inflict the hardest psychological damage. Tim tries hooking him on Mean Girls but Bruce is too scared of Regina.

Steph: Okay so, it’s her wedding day and she strategically invites all three of her mother’s exes to find out who her biological father is, but! They all just end up adopting her instead!

Bruce: [Quiet but excited clapping]

Dick shows him Twilight. The resemblance between him and Robert Pattinson freaks him out.

[nooralibdaa]

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[dresshistorynerd]

Sewing 1890s Day Dress in Doll Scale

I went slightly overboard with this second historical doll project. Here's my first one. The style is from around 1897 and more of a middle class style. As with my first doll outfit, I tried to stick to historical methods as much as possible, but the scale forced me to do some deviations. I hand-sew everything though sewing machine was already widely used, because in this scale it's easier to control the stitch, there's not that much to sew anyway and also I just really like hand-sewing. Here's all the items I made. As said, I went a little overboard. One thing that's missing is the corset cover, but the layers of fabric were creating enough bulk on the waist as is so I decided to not make one.

This time I decided to try repainting the face. I don't have any doll customization materials, so I used acrylics. After couple of attempts I got decent results. Acrylics can't make as smooth and delicate finish as pastels, pencils and gouache, which can be used on vinyl with basing sprays, and I'm not experienced with painting small details on 3D objects, so it's a bit smudged at points, especially with the other eye. I aimed for 1890s very neutral make up and the type of expression that was popular in fashion plates and other illustrations.

Undergarments

Combinations and stockings

The combinations are split crotch as they were in the period. They are from thin cotton voile I have a lot of and is very appropriate. I didn't have really tiny enough lace for this, so it's kinda bulky, but I think it's okay enough. The stockings are cotton knit, which fits well. The garters are not actually necessary for this doll since her legs are rubbery.

Corset

I made the corset from a firm-ish linen and satin rayon pretending to be silk as the fashion fabric. The stitching of the boning channels is not super neat, this fabric is very unforgiving, I didn't have exactly matching thread and the scale made it very difficult. I of course didn't have tiny busk, so I used small hooks, sewed thread loops for them and used narrow metal wire for the edges. I think it looks surprisingly right on the outside. I used the same wire as the boning to reinforce the lacing on the back. I didn't actually use boning elsewhere but the tightly packed linen edges in the boning channels kinda work like lighter boning. I think it keeps the shape pretty ways even with just that. I stitched cotton tape inside to shape the corset further. I also didn't have tiny metal eyelets so I hand-sewed the lacing holes.

Bustle pad

The bustle pad is from linen and stuffed with tiny cabbage.

Petticoat

The petticoat is from the same cotton as the combinations.

Outer wear

Skirt

The fabric is cotton half-panama. It's pretty thin, but firm. I would have liked to use a woven wool, but I didn't have any that's thin enough to work in this scale. I think this cotton looks close enough in this scale to a wool with a tight weave, so I'm imagining it's that. My problem was that the cotton was white, but I wanted light brown. I wasn't going to buy any fabric for this, so I did the reasonable thing and dyed it with red onion peals (I've been doing natural dye experiments so this worked well for me).

Shirtwaist

The shirtwaist is from the same cotton as the undergarments. Yes, I dyed it too. I didn't have thin enough cotton in a color that would fit with the skirt and the purple bow, so I dyed it light blue with fabric color. Since I already went the trouble of dyeing I decided I might as well make a small flower print to it since that was popular in the era. I didn't want it to jump out too much but the lighting makes it even less visible. I made it with a white fabric pen. The collar and cuffs are reinforced with linen. I also sewed small stick-like beads to the cuffs on both sides, so one acts as a button (I sewed a buttonhole too) and the other makes it look like they are cufflinks. The bow is from the same fabric as the corset and the belt is sewn from the same cotton as the shirtwaist. The buckle is from a barbie belt.

Waistcoat

The waistcoat is from the same fabric as the skirt, thought the lapels and the back are from another satin rayon. I tailored the front panels and the lapels by stitching the linen interlining with tailor's stitches (I don't remember if that's the correct word in English) into shape. There is some wonkiness on one side of the hemline for some reason.

Boots

I made the slightly insane decision to make the shoes fully from leather, like they would have been in the period. I had an old broken leather wallet I had saved in case I needed some leather scarps. It has fairly thin leather, so it was workable here. It's light brown though, so I used black shoe polish to darken it. I wanted black or very dark brown shoes. I stacked the heels from glue and leather pieces and carved them into the right shape and sewed the shoe itself to leather shaped as the sole and glued it to the heeled and shaped sole. After I had shaped the shoes and the heels as much as I could I painted the heels black.

[evera-era]

pretty on camera.

ellie williams x afab!reader

warnings: tlou!au, slight coercion, dirty talk, oral e!receiving, fingering, spanking, ellie is kinda rough, sex tape !!

a/n: writer’s block has been pretty horrible so i’m sorry for the delay on this </3 not proofread (yet… will do later)

You hear Ellie’s footsteps behind you. She enters the bedroom you’re in, giving a small sigh. The two of you were currently on patrol, scouting a cabin. This route typically didn’t give you any problems; it could be a bit of a drag.

“Everything good?” You ask, opening up a desk drawer.

“Yeah, it’s all clear.” She replies. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” You mumble. “Fuckin’ around a little.”

She scoffs, smirking. “Don’t let Maria find out.”

You picked up a small glass marble sitting in the corner of the drawer. You roll it between your fingers.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” You add.

Ellie shrugs, watching you. You set the marble down and look over at the bed. You pause for a second before getting on your knees to check underneath it.

“Depends,” She replies, shifting her weight on her feet. “What’s in it for me?”

“We bein’ PG?” You ask her.

You can hear Ellie emit a small chuckle from above. During your search, your eyes catch onto a bulky, grey object. Upon further inspection, it appears to be a camcorder. You furrow your brows in disbelief.

“No fucking way.” You say under your breath. You grab it and pull it out to examine it. You push yourself up from the ground, opting to sit crisscrossed instead.

At first sight, the camcorder was dusty, but in relatively good condition. You were hesitant about whether it had any battery left, and if the battery would even work. But it was worth a shot.

“Check this out,” You say, chucking the camera at Ellie. She catches it in a swift movement.

“A camera?” She comments. “Wouldn’t be the first we found.”

“But it could be the first that works,” You reply. “C’mon, let’s try and turn it on.”

Ellie rolls her eyes, thoroughly believing the attempt would be futile. But she does what you say.

When a small flash of green blinks on one of the buttons, her eyes widen.

“Holy shit,” She mumbles.

“I told you!” You exclaim, getting back onto your feet. You join her and peer over her shoulder.

The quality isn’t the best, but it’s working. Ellie navigates the menu to see if there’s any memory on it. A small video plays, only for a few seconds, of a black screen.

“That’s it?” You question. “Anything else?”

She frowns, scrolling through but ultimately getting nowhere. “If that’s the case, there’s a shitton of storage left.”

You look at Ellie from the corner of your eye. She squints at you.

“What?”

You straighten your back, looking away in a dramatic fashion. “Nothing… totally nothing.”

She cocks her head to the side. “Seriously — what?”

You look up at her with a sly grin. She blankly stares, then shakes her head.

“You’re fucking insane.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“You don’t have to!” She hisses. “You’re such a fucking whore, I swear.”

You giggle at her reaction before sighing exasperatedly. “Okay, okay. Fine. Don’t make a porno with me, it’s fine.”

You begin heading for the door before Ellie clears her throat. You turn to look over at her.

She looks up at you through her lashes. “I mean… I didn’t say that I wouldn’t.”

The only thing that can be heard is the faint ticking from the face on your watch. You raise your eyebrows at the auburn-haired girl.

“Are you saying you will?”

She stumbles on her words. “I— Shouldn’t we at least wait ‘til we get back to Jackson?”

“Technically, we should.” You smirk. “But should we?”

Ellie’s face flushes. You walk up to her, taking her hands in yours as she watches you closely.

“C’mon.” You whisper, hooking your finger through her belt loop. “You’re not even the slightest bit curious to see what it’s like to fuck me on camera?”

Her face reddens even deeper as she looks over at the wall. When her eyes meet yours again, she gives you a stern look.

“If we get in trouble, it’s on you.”

“So… is that a yes?” You say. Ellie bites down on her lip, nodding.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know that?”

You get on your knees, quickly pushing your hair back and out of your face.

“Don’t worry, Els. I’ll make it up to you real soon.”

“You fuckin’ better,” She whispers.

As you unbutton her pants, Ellie struggles to get the camera on the right setting. It’s hard for her to think straight.

“How the fuck do I even work this thing?”

“You were doing it just fine a moment ago,” You comment.

“Yeah, well… wasn’t bout to get laid a moment ago. Mind’s foggy.” She huffs. “Ah, there we go.”

She wipes the lens on the bottom of her shirt before pressing record. You look up at her, smiling.

“Wanna tell them what we’re doing, Els?” You ask coyly, looking between her and the camera.

“T-Them?” She stutters. “Wait, we’re sharing this?”

“No,” You giggle. “Well, unless you want to.”

Ellie’s silent, distracted by your actions. You place a small peck above her pantyline. “C’mon, babe.”

“Okay, okay,” She sighs. “Uh… this is Ellie and Y/N. About to… fuck… on morning patrol. Totally not my idea to do this on the job, by the way.”

You flick her thigh.

“Ouch!” She whines. “Gosh. As you can see… my girlfriend is very, very naughty.”

“Mm, how so?” You press, tugging down on her underwear.

“Do I have to narrate everything?” She moans. “I… I can’t think straight like this.”

“You’re so cute,” You comment. “Alright, fine. Just hold the camera still.”

Ellie does as you say, stabilizing the camera with one hand and placing the other behind your head. Her fingers entangle themselves in your hair as you take the first lick, running your tongue up her folds.

“Mm,” You breathe against her skin. “For someone with no intentions of doing this, you sure are wet…”

“Shut up,” She groans, tightening her grip on your hair. “Not my fault. Your ass was basically swallowing your jeans.”

You hum in delight, dragging your tongue back and forth along her slit. She folds her bottom lip under her teeth, hands slightly shaking from anticipation.

You bring your eyes back up to the camera as you engulf her clit into your mouth. She hisses, her mouth watering, desperately trying to hold onto the camera when all she wants to do is pull you up and bend you over.

“Fuck,” She grunts, dropping her other hand from your hair and bringing it around to cup your face. You moan against her touch, continuing to lick and suck on her swollen bud.

“Shit,” She murmurs. “Fuck yeah, right there.”

She watches you closely through the lens, becoming wetter at the mere sight of you on a pixelated screen.

You’re such a slut for doing this, she thinks. Making her film you while you pleasure her, while you worship her cunt. For encapsulating this moment into a camera you found mere minutes ago. And on patrol, no less.

“Taste so good, Els.” You mumble after pulling away to catch your breath. “So sweet.”

“Yeah?” She purrs. “Stick your tongue out, lemme see.”

You obey her command, and she has to stop herself from letting her eyes roll into the back of her head.

It was so slutty, the way her juices coated your tongue in a translucent shimmer. Her green eyes bore into yours as she puts her thumb in your mouth, watching as you lick and suck on it.

The sensation alone sends zaps right to her cunt, which was practically dripping. You brought your hand out to it and delicately spread her pussy lips apart.

“Such a good girl for me,” She murmurs, watching you intently. You look up innocently at her as you insert one finger, then two.

Ellie groans in response, clenching onto the camera as her pussy clenches onto your fingers.

“So tight,” You whisper, taking a second to let her warm up to the feeling before pushing deeper inside. “And warm.”

After a few strokes back and forth, you began picking up the pace. She was squelching around your fingers — filthy, she thinks, such a filthy sound — and she was nearly seeing stars.

“Goddamn,” She mutters, tempted to grind against your touch, but opting to capture you in your essence instead. She brings the camera down a little more, so it’s lined up perfectly. You take notice; looking at the lens while you begin sucking on her cunt yet again, your fingers still pumping.

Ellie wants to speak, but can’t even form coherent words. Instead, she drawls into guttural, breathy moans as she copes with the stimulation. She was practically losing her mind from this, and eventually, her steady hold on the camera dwindles.

“Baby,” She winces, looking down at you. “Babe— fuck— I’m so fuckin’ close.”

You nod your head, lips still attached to her cunt as you continue fingering her harshly. She sighs, throwing her head back.

“God, fuck,” She hisses. “Just like that, princess. Fuck! Make me fuckin’ cum.”

It was hard to hear the obscenities she was grunting out when she was so wet, but you moaned against her nonetheless. It wasn’t often you got to see Ellie let herself go; seeing her get to that point was almost rewarding.

The orgasm that ripples through her body is strong. Her mouth is agape, eyes clenched tight as she comes undone. The look on her face is almost painful, but you know it’s not — it just took a lot out of her.

When she comes down from her high, she blinks a few times, trying to combat her blurry vision. She pants, palms clammy around the camcorder as she looks at you. You were wiping your mouth off and sucking your fingers clean.

“How was it?” You asked innocently. Her gaze becomes concentrated, like a switch, and she tilts her head towards the bed.

“Fuckin’ amazing,” She huffs. “Your turn.”

You become slightly shy at the proposal. “What? B-But—“

“No but’s,” She replies. “C’mon, ass up.”

You blush. You had assumed that once you got her off, she’d be ready to go back to Jackson, but clearly that wasn’t the case.

So you do as she says, peeling your pants off before climbing onto the bed on all fours.

“What, you don’t have anything else to say?” She asks, switching the camera to her other hand. She places a hard slap on your ass, and you moan.

“Hard to speak when you’re the receiver, huh?”

You bite your lip as she aims the camera to get a full view of your ass. Her thumb pushes into you easily, thanks to the accumulation of slick that gathered at your core. Your cheeks warm at her movements.

“C’mon, baby.” She says. “Tell them what I’m doing.”

“We— We’re—“

Another slap, right on your ass.

“Speak up.”

“I— Ellie’s touching me,” You murmur.

“How?” She whispers. “How am I touching you?”

“Fingering me…” You add. “Ellie’s fingering my pussy.”

“And what a sweet fuckin’ pussy you have.” She grunts. “Turn over, lay on your back.”

Once your back hits the bed, Ellie straddles you almost immediately. You’re met with the camera lens once again.

“Look at that face,” She smirks. “So fuckin’ hot.”

She pushes her index and middle finger inside of you, making sure to catch what she’s doing on film. Meanwhile, outside of the frame, you’re scrunching your eyebrows up in pleasure.

Ellie was ruthless. She knew your hot spots, and practically abused that knowledge. She knew how to make you cum, and how to make you cum quick. You were kneading at your tits in an attempt to absolve the overstimulation.

“E-Els,” You whine, grinding up against her hand.

She doesn’t say anything, so set on the way your pussy looks around your fingers. You mewl.

“Ellie,” You moan.

“Hm?” She says, looking up at you. “What, gonna cum already?”

You nod, teary-eyed, toes clenching at the edge of the bed.

“Look at the camera and say it.” She whispers.

“G-Gonna—“

“Who?” She cuts you off. “C’mon, use your words… who’s makin’ you cum?”

“You, Ellie,” You breathe out, using your hands to pull at the bedsheets behind your head. “Ellie’s gonna, fuck, Ellie’s makin’ me cum.”

“Atta girl,” She murmurs. “Good girl.”

You moan, rocking your hips gently in an attempt to gain more friction against her hand. Your orgasm comes rather quickly, and has you whining and pulsing hard around her fingers.

Ellie makes sure to catch your o-face on camera; if by some miracle this camera turns on again later, she would need that content for lonely nights.

“There you go,” She says quietly, taking one last full-view shot of your body before shutting the camera off. She tosses it over into the pillows and leans down into you.

“My god,” You moan as Ellie presses several kisses against your breasts. She looks up at you, placing a final kiss against your lips, making you smile.

“See?” You whisper after a moment. “I told you it’d be fun.”

She nods meekly, raising her eyebrows. “I… didn’t think I’d enjoy it that much. Was definitely worth it.”

You look up at the ceiling as she rolls over to the side. She begins pulling her clothes on.

“Babe?” She says, looking over at you.

“I know I kinda fucked the shit outta you just now, but we should really head back. Y’know, if we don’t wanna get our asses chewed.”

You groan in response. She chuckles.

“Alright, alright. I’ll give you five minutes to get cleaned up. Meet me out front, okay?”

You grin, rubbing your eyes. “Okay.”

Ellie leaves a few seconds later. And when you go to reach for the camera, you realize she took it, with the rest of her belongings.

[hysteria-things]

can u do bf chris hc ?? 😝

BF!CHRIS HEADCANNONS

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: there is a SFW and NSFW section

SFW!

spoils the fuck out of you with no shame, even when you say it’s unnecessary.

one time you were gushing over a stuffed animal you saw in a store, so the next day he went back to get it for you. he also got flowers and your favorite snacks to add onto your gift.

“chris. this is so unnecessary.”

“what? am i not allowed to treat my girl?”

touches you at all times, his hand either around your waist or as subtle as his pointer finger hooking onto your belt loops on your jeans when you guys are walking together.

will immediately notice if something’s bugging you or if you’re upset.

even after a rough day at work, you’ll still hang out with your boyfriend. you’re visibly exhausted, not wanting to be around other people but it’ll make you feel bad for chris. he’ll greet you at the door, but pause to study you.

“are you okay?”

“yes! i’m fine.”

he can tell you’re lying, but you try to walk away as he softly grabs wrist. he tilts his head with concern.

“woah, woah, y/n. what’s wrong? tell me.”

he’ll let you rant to him for as long as you need, listening intently the whole time.

in some cases you’ll break down, and he’ll try his best to comfort you as much as he can.

NSFW!

literally will wreck you unless you say otherwise LOL

idc what you guys say he’s a sex tape guy

something about hearing your moans and whimpers through his phone turns. him. the. fuck. on. he loves watching how he fucks you.

another thing he’ll do is take photos, either during or post-sex.

he can be possessive, not in a toxic way, but if you let a guy flirt with you right in front of him he’ll have no issue putting you in your place. (you’re too oblivious to realize the guy is flirting, but he will always know)

chris’ dick is stuffed in your mouth, his hand gripping your head as he guides you on his shaft. your makeup is smudged, the straps on your dress now fallen off your shoulders. once the guy walked away, chris dragged you to the bathroom. the echoes of your slurps and gags bounce off the walls.

“i wonder if that dude can hear you choking on my cock. i’m sure he won’t talk to you again when you walk out with my cum dripping down your chin.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, yandere, captive reader, light bondage, alcohol, misogyny/chauvinism

fem reader

You didn't know such a normal guy could turn out to be so insane. 

But thinking about it, you realized his actions had always seemed a bit too timed. As though he’d practiced – the awkward smile, the sorry laugh, the small apologies, even the blush, and those giddy puppy eyes – creating the perfect disarming cute goof you’d never possibly find threatening even in the slightest despite him being a tank of a man.

He'd been so sweet – so boyfriendly and kind. 

His behavior was just disturbing now. Acting normal with you – ignoring how he’d tied your wrists up too tight...

The room was dim – moody, with the movie playing loud in front. He had his heavy arm resting around your shoulders with your body placed snugly into his side – uncomfortably so. He’d duct-taped your mouth shut a while ago after he’d grown tired of your crying – having stuffed one of his socks in there first.

He gripped a sixth or seventh beercan in his other hand, the one not currently squeezing your upper arm – letting it rest on the dungaree of his thigh, making a dark blue ring where the dewdrops had slid down.

Something happened in the movie you were too tense and panicked to watch, but either way, whatever it was, it seemed to make him lose interest – scoffing out a gruff “Puh-” before raising his beer to his lips, chugging the rest of it down before slamming it to the ground.

“This movie is fucking boring-”

You flinched and would probably have screamed too if you could – all your nerves making you feel sick, close to giving out at the sound of the crash. Your eyes peeled with terror and tears, watching the empty can slowly roll around to a stop on the wooden floors.

He groaned, using his free hand to grab his groin – giving it a tug and shake, manspreading a little wider than what he was already.

Then, he lazily flipped the tail of his belt out of the loops, popping the buckle with a clatter of metals.

You wanted to whine or will yourself to move, but you knew it would only end in more bruises – so instead, all you dared do was breathe a little faster through your nose.

The hand kept at your arm brushed past your shoulder to cup your head, messaging your scalp in big fingers – with such pressure, it made your entire head bobble on your neck. The other hand undid his button and unzipped his fly – then moved to hook the rope tying your wrists together, pulling them to the bulge for you to finish the job.

You didn't refuse, wishing to keep him calm – so you dipped past the band of his boxers with shaking hands, put trembling fingers around his thickened shaft, and gently pulled him out.

He gave a rusty sigh, releasing a damp and sour breath of beer that clouded your head.

Grimacing at the stench, you nearly made the mistake of coughing as your fingers enveloped his fat erection in both hands – intertwined with each other neatly down along his shaft.

He jerked his hip, prompting you to start – stroking up slowly and down again, rubbing over forked veins plump with blood, making him stiffen harder in your grip – soon so hard it stood on its own in your hands, pilling with precum getting caught on your digits.

He pulled your head to his chest and rested his chin upon your cheek – watching your small hands work his cock – your skin so smooth and good compared to his, caressing him so tenderly in such a sweet and loving way.

You listened to his heart hammer on your ear, pressed tight against the tough muscles of his torso with his prickly chin stubble digging into the soft side of your face. The whole position was awkward, but you kept your hands going – rubbing him like you knew he liked until his hands gripped your arm and pulled you off, planting both paws on your hips as he lifted you onto his lap – your thighs spread to straddle him.

He'd been keeping you in just a silk babydoll – one he could easily lift for his pleasure. Gruff fingers rubbed the glassy texture of it before slipping beneath the light thing – gliding up your thighs to hold you by the fat of your ass.

He pulled you forward – tight – close enough for him to lick your collar and bite onto the strap on your shoulder – pulling it aside for him to suck your sweet little nipple into his mouth.

Your nails pressed smiles into your palms, looking down at him suckling new blotches into your sensitive skin as he rolled your nip between his teeth teasingly with a lusty growl – his hand making moves beneath the skirt of your nightie, grabbing his shaft and pushing it immaturely against your unprepped pussylips – forcing a kiss to your taut entrance before further driving himself inside you.

You couldn’t help the sounds now – whining out a pained moan into your gag as you doubled over against his chest, soon sobbing on his shoulder as he nudged himself nice and deep against your womb – fitting snuggly in your tight-knit walls.

He paid your wails no mind. Squeezing the soft flesh of your butt in his hand, with the other coming to join the action once more – digging his fingers into the supple flesh and making you rock back and forth on his lap – feeling as though he was ripping your hole apart.

“It’ feel better if you just got wet like you used to-” He said casually – fucking your dry cunt like he did your dry palms earlier. You don’t think it bothers him at all as long as it’s tight.

But soon, the slick started to form anyway, like it always did whether you wanted it or not – a protective maneuver your body conditions itself with to make the assault feel somewhat less miserable.

“There you go- now you’ll feel good, so stop your crying.” He cooed, raising a hand from beneath the tent of your dress, wrapping it in the hair at the back of your skull, forming a fistful of it – pulling you from his chest to lash your neck full of new lovebites.

He started making you hop now instead of riding – aiding you by the hand lifting your ass and the other pulling your hair. He jerked his own hips to meet you, slamming your poor cervix like a punching bag – he knows that’s how he makes your pussy cry boohoo, soaking his cock with pleasant warmth. 

A moan springs from your throat each time it runs you through – feeling it kick you in the stomach each time you slapped down on his lap – and soon you gushed in spite of it, abruptly halting your tempo before squirting violently – quaking in spasms, tits doing spins with him buried up to the hilt.

“That’s it- that’s my little whore-” He purred with a rumble in his chest, humming at the feel of your tight cunt fluttering from orgasm as you leaked sweet pussyjuice on his jeans. “Now, that’ll never get boring.”

He unraveled the fist in your hair and began petting your back, letting you slump back against his chest as he kept doing slow lifts with his hips to squeeze into you despite being swallowed down to the base – leaving your cunt now would just be a waste of a nice throttle.

“Since your mouth’s in a timeout, I think this pussy’s the winner of today’s load- fuck knows you deserve it after that.” He continued in a strained voice – the length of his cock desperately curling to make space for its whole length, stretching your gummy walls until they stung from the workout, making you buck your hips in revolt.

But he only took it as an eager approval of his comment. Leaving his prints on your ass with how hard he clawed his hand into it while his other arm hugged you tightly to his chest – keeping you seated and himself bottomed out as his cock sprung within in you, busting out thick hot ropes of cum deep inside the comfort of your tight cunt.

He held you there long enough to make the ache of it mellow out into a numb tickle – feeling just the warmth as he finally slumped out.

Face dewy, still with a taped x marking your lips. The pain had made you nearly chew right through the sock stuffed in your mouth, but now you just sucked on it – jaw lax from exhaustion where your head felt heavy, resting on his shoulder. 

He panted for a few minutes, sweaty hands rubbing circles into your equally slippery skin until announcing, “It’s almost dinnertime, huh?”

Your eyes kept blinking softly, feeling the slow trickle of cum leave your cunt along with wetness of your own, seeping out onto the softening cock keeping warm between your thighs.

You barely even jolt when his hand comes down on your ass in one of his kinder slaps.

“How ‘bout we untie those hands again so you can shimmy this little ass into the kitchen, hm? I’m starving.”

BNHA – Kirishima, Hawks, Bakugou, Natsuo, Dabi, Mirio, FatGum

JJK – Naoya

HQ – Ukai, Daichi, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa

[virginsexgod69]

❝ Video Star — ✩❞

pairing (Season 7) Negan Smith x f!Reader

cw smut, unprotected p in v, slight humiliation, pussy slapping, bow jobs, name calling/ pet names, sex tapes, porn photography?

summary You and Negan have some fun with a digital camera you found on a run.

note ahh this is my first time writing for negan, so i hope it's okay... jdm is just tooo fine. i have wild thoughts whenever he's on screen 🫦

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"Smile!" you said before snapping the photo, taking Dwight off guard. The picture was blurry and unfocused and due to the flash, he was squinting and not even looking at the camera.

"The hell?" he questioned looking at you crazy. "It's a camera, duh. Found it on a run," you explained. He walked off in an annoyed huff leaving you wondering what crawled up his ass and died. You continued walking about the sanctuary taking pictures of unsuspecting people.

"Laura! Say cheese," you prompted the blonde woman as she approached you. She rolled her eyes and held her hand up to the camera, affectively ruining the picture.

"Negan wants to see you," she said. You turned off the camera and looped the strap around your wrist before heading toward his room. What is was he wanted, you had no clue. Your relationship with the man in charge was an odd one. Toeing the line between wife and solider, you had no clue where you stood. Sometimes he sent you on runs, other times he spoiled you with little treats so you wouldn't have to spend any of your points. Once, when he called you in to have a glass of 30 year old scotch with him, the two of you ended up fucking in a drunken haze which lead to regular hookups. You knocked on the door once you arrived and waited patiently for him to let you in, wondering what he wanted and hoping it was to hook up.

He opened the door, revealing him leaning against the door frame in his white t-shirt with Lucille in hand. You stood there nervously, not knowing what to say or what mood to expect from him.

"You just gonna stand there lookin' stupid or you gonna come in?" He asked. He had such a way with words. You stepped into the large room and let him lead you to the couch by the small of your back. You sat in the chair facing the couch he took a seat in.

"Got a little somethin' for ya," he said with a wolfish grin on his face. You relaxed a little as he seemed fairly happy.

"What is it?" you asked, excitement lacing your voice. He reached behind his back and tossed a ball of white fabric at you. You held it up and revealed it was a sheer, lace babydoll dress. Heat flooded your cheeks as you realized that he expected you to put it on.

"Um...could you look away while I change," you asked shyly.

"I've seen you naked, been inside you, but you don't want me to see you change?" he mocked.

"Neeegaan," you whined. He rolled his eyes with a sigh, but covered his eyes with his hand nonetheless. You made quick work of stripping off your clothes, including you underwear, and put on the sheer number. It was a bit small. It struggled to contain your breasts and stopped at your mid-upper thigh, but to Negan, it added to your sex appeal.

"Goddamn, baby. You look fuckin' hot!" He said as he admired you. It was so sheer it barely left anything to the imagination and the lacy parts made you look angelic.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," you teased with newfound confidence brought on by Negan's words. Then you remembered your digital camera. "Here." You tossed the camera to him. He caught it and smirked when he realized what it was. A lustful look washed over his eyes as he turned the device on.

"On your knees," he ordered using his leader voice. You quickly and eagerly obeyed him, which only made his dick harden in his pants. He walked over to you and grabbed you jaw in a large hand, tilting it up to look at him before snapping a picture.

"Just look at you. My pretty little doll." And that's exactly what you felt like. His pretty little doll. His to dress and pose and fuck however he wants. It made you wet, giving him full control over you like this.

"Take those panties off." Your body was hot with lust and shame as you slid the moistening garment off your body.

"Get on all fours." You did so and he manually readjusted you to how he wanted. Your ass in the air and back arched with your chin rested on your arms crossed beneath you. The skirt of the dress slid up your body, exposing you to the cool air of the room. Negan snapped a few pictures of your face before moving behind you. You squeaked in shock when you felt his finger slide up and down your slit.

"Damn. So wet and I barely touched you." The humiliation of him taking pictures of your bare pussy only made you wetter. You got on your knees again and turned to face Negan.

"Let's make a sex tape," you suggested as you fiddled with his belt. His signature grin blossomed on his face and he looked down at you with lust filled, hazel eyes.

"Fuck yeah!" He started recording once you got his belt off and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. It sprang up, hitting his abdomen and revealing veins you could only see when he was erect. You took him in your hands, licking the precum off his sensitive tip before taking it in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it while slowly stroking the rest with your hands.

"Quit your goddamn teasing and suck my dick," he impatiently demanded. You looked up into the camera with mischief laden eyes as you took the rest of him into your warm mouth, earning a guttural moan from the man. Your pussy fluttered at the sound. Eager to hear it again, you stopped teasing and picked up the pace. But it must not have been enough since Negan grabbed into your hair and began fucking your face at his own rapid pace, ignoring the way you gagged around his large member and the tears streaming down your pretty face.

"That's it. Takin' me so good doll." Your cunt throbbed at the praise. He was getting close, you could tell by the way he twitched inside your mouth. He groaned as he emptied his white hot load down your throat.

"You did so good baby," he praised as he wiped the tears off your face with his thumb. He helped you up off the floor before pushing you onto his bed.

"Show me that pretty little cunt of yours." He spread open your legs and zoomed the camera in on your soaked pussy. Your inner thighs were coated with your arousal, as well. He delivered a rough slap to your pussy, forcing a moan out of you.

"You like it when I hit you, huh?" You could hear the smirk in his voice as he did it again.

"Please Negan! Need you so bad," you begged from beneath him. He ignored your pleas and directed the camera to your breasts, which were barely contained by the babydoll. He pulled them out with little effort. He gave you the camera to hold while he focused his attention to them.

"Such pretty tits," he complimented before nipping your nipple. You squealed in shock and pleasure. He had never done that before, but you liked it. With a flattened tongue, he licked the nipple he bit, soothing it before taking it into his mouth. The scratch of his beard felt so good on your sensitive, bare breasts. He rolled the nipple that wasn't in his mouth between his thumb and pointer finger, causing you to squirm.

"Need you inside," you slurred. Negan pulled away from you r breast with a pop and took the camera back from you.He zoomed in on his own hard-again dick as he lined it up with your sopping hole. You were so wet he slid in effortlessly. You moaned in ecstasy as he finally put out that fire that was burning in you. He didn't hesitate as he started thrusting into you at a merciless pace. The leader couldn't decide if he wanted to focus the camera on the way your cunt swallowed him hole, the outline of his dick protruding through your stomach, your tits as they bounced in unison with his rapid thrusts, or your eyes rolling back in the head of your fucked out face. He zoomed out, capturing the beauty of it all.

"Such a good little fucktoy for me," he admonished. His words brought you closer to the edge as your walls clamped down on his cock.

"Negan 'm gnna," your own moan cut off your nonsensical, fucked babbles.

"So drunk on my cock," he grunted as he filled you with his seed, not waiting for you to reach your own peak. But he didn't have to since you came right after, arching off the bed. He pulled out and zoomed the camera in on your abused cunt. His cum slowly leaked out of your hole and onto the dark bed spread. That was the perfect place to end the video, he decided.

"Hot damn. Were you a porn star before the world went to shit?"

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not proofread, sorry! thanks for reading! <3

i uploaded this from my phone, so sorry if it's a bit of a mess.

[jamieontheroof]

Random things I noticed while playing What Remains Of Edith Finch

There was a poster of the cannery that Lewis worked at on the boat.

2. Edith Jr wears what appears to be an engagement on a necklace. Whether this is her ring or her mothers is not mentioned.

3. At the start of the game, Milton's missing posters are EVERYWHERE. There is even a giant pile of them in a nearby lake.

4. The dragon slide that crushed and killed Sven is still outside.

5. As you walk toward the house, the music gets louder.

6. The swing that Calvin flew off decades ago is still looped around the branch.

7. There was a spare peep hole in the garage that didn't have any names or dates on it.

8. At multiple points throughout the game you can hear a train in the background, despite the fact that the train tracks are clearly destroyed.

9. There are multiple pots throughout the Finch house that looks like they have eyes.

10. One of the books the Finches possessed was 'King in Yellow', a book known for making anyone who read it insane.

11. The house sounds alive, or like there are people constantly moving around it.

12. Walters bedroom is painted with both ocean and train designs. One of the paintings is the old house that Odin tried to bring to America.

13. There are drag marks on the ground of Walters bedroom (most likely made when his drawers were taken out of his room.)

14. The entrance to the tunnels is hidden by a book called 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, a classic sci-fi story about a sea monster.

15. Molly's room is filled entirely with animal books.

16. There is a jelly fish on Molly's bed (possible connection to the monster??).

17. Molly has a chalkboard in her bedroom where she is a princess in an underwater castle and Sven is about to get attacked by a sea monster (slightly resembling the dragon slide).

18. As shark!Molly starts falling down the cliff, she passes a road where headlights are briefly scene.

19. When the monster gets back to Molly's room, the window that cat!Molly jumped through is still open.

20. There are still Christmas decorations in Molly's room.

21. The curse is 500 years old. That is a lot of dead people.

22. In Odin's viewfinder, it states "His [Odin's] daughter, Edie, is already dreaming of new Finch house" showing that even though her own father died not even a week ago, Edie has already moved on.

23. The house is filled head to toe with books about death, including two that Odin wrote.

24. Sven's shrine does not have a log painting like the rest of the family. His portrait is painted on a simple canvas.

25. Edie has a number of strange tapes in her room including one titled "conspiracy now".

26. The toys from Gregory's final bath are still in the bathroom.

27. There is an old bottle of alcohol in the bathroom bin.

28. A lot of Sam's photos are based on Calvin (a swing, astronauts).

29. All of Milton's drawings are based on the death. (Molly = cat, Barbara = pumpkin)

30. There are cigarettes and gin on Sam's side of the room he shared with Calvin.

31. Calvin already had bruises, Band-Aids and a cast on his leg when he died.

32. Sam blames himself for challenging Calvin.

33. In the story, Calvin doesn't fall. He keeps flying.

34. Barbara's birthday cake is still in her room.

35. Barbara is holding crutches in her portrait.

36. There are totem-esc styles statues of both Calvin and Molly

37. Barbara's outfit is over the railing.

This is the same way the Hook-Man falls

38. "Performance of her life" can also mean that it is the performance she is known for.

39. There are spare portrait logs in the basement.

40. There is a fake window in the basement.

41. Edie's grave is finished despite her dying and then nobody else going to the house.

42. There is no grave for Milton.

43. Lewis' grave has a crown on it.

44. There are times wear it seems like you can hear sobbing (this one may just be me).

45. There is a box of Kay's old stuff in Sam's bedroom.

46. Odin has a park named after him.

47. This isn't a fact but I think this may be one of the funniest photos of the game (LIKE SIR? YOUR DAUGHTER IS SOBBING!).

48. Both Calvin and Dawn are on Sam's shrine.

49. Gus has a skateboard over his name.

50. Gregory has the soap bottle from his final bath in his shrine.

51. The music cuts out when Gregory isn't moving.

52. Same also blames himself for Gregory.

53. Gus never met his step mother.

54. Gus was crushed by the (totem) statues of his deceased relatives.

55. Dawn's light switch is the only one on

56. Most of the rules are about past deaths. (No playing outside without permission : Calvin, No answering door for strangers : Barbara, No messes after dark : Molly (???)).

57. Milton's garden has a castle (reference to the Unfinished Swan)

58. There is a small Sanjay shrine in the classroom

59. Edith JR did an assignment on her family history.

60. Lewis drew on his desk.

61. There is no death date for Milton on his peephole.

62. Edith JR wrote Milton's death date as 2003 (the year he disappeared).

63. The door from the flip book is in Milton's room.

64. Lewis' dream Palace is decorated with fish.

65. The gnomes scattered around the house are outside the original house in Edie's story.

66. The credits roll in reverse order.

AND THAT'S IT!! I had a few others I thought didn't need to go in.

[savetheghost]

so a device is commercially available that kinda clicks to the sensor and would do what i need but

1) its only available in europe

2) an older version of the device WOULD work with the US sensors but

3) its unavailable and the newest version of the device only works with the european versions of the sensor

4) if i COULD find the an older one AND get it to me AND not blow it up trying to charge it because thats something i would do, it has mixed reviews on stability, general comfort, and disconnection issues

other problems:

im like 90% sure why its not available here is because

uh

so it converts the RFID to a bluetooth signal to have it sent to a phone

which is bad

because its a software vulnerability

which i mean id take that risk because i already have a software vulnerability in my pump where if you just had my serial number you can hook up a bluetooth controller to it

and like

kill me???

by dosing my with a shitload of insulin

theres no fix for it because thats technically a feature and a bug

because parents put insulin pumps on kids where rhe kid cant reach, so the pump company made a remote control so you can use the pump without unstrapping it from your hyperglycemic toddler

another thing is that if im homebrewing the hardware, theres encryption on the cgm i have because i dont fucking know, people could steal my numbers????

and theres not a lotta info on whether people have cracked it cause some loopers are kinda hush hush so they dont have their exploits patched out

THIS WOULD BE EASIER WITH A DEXCOM

i have this batshit idea i wanna build where i get an nfc reader and hook it up to my chrome and build myself a what is basically an external glucose reader that just looks like the rig from dead space

cause my coworkers sometimes dont believe im dropping dead and need to sit down and not get bothered while i smash fruit into my mask

argue with the big fuckin neon sign asshole im dying

people have figured out the libre outputs so if i can just have an arduino translate the number to an animation for a bunch of neopixels i THINK i can get a healthbar going

problem is that it doesnt really stream the data like other continuous glucose monitors, you get the info by tapping your phone against it

so id have to like. have the nfc reader ping it intermittently to change the level on the healthbar, and idk if thatd strain the battery on the libre

maybe do it like once an hour and have a button to force it to read if im feeling weird

id also have to have the reader sandwiched on top of the cgm but thats fine i can figure that out

[thebearer]

Carmy and mama making a sex tape during the early years of dating, then finding it when they’re many years into their marriage and the girls are older. They have a date night where they drop the girls off at friends and rewatch it (and maybe recreate it 🙈)

"When did we... When did we even make this?" Carmen frowns, the TV mirroring your old phone, years old, you were surprised you found an adaptor for it.

"After the restaurant got it's star, remember? You threw a celebration thing for Sydney." You looked at him, brows raised teasingly.

Carmen flushed, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. "Right." He nodded. "God, I can't- I can't believe we actually did that."

"Me either." You grinned. "Can't believe we forgot about it, too."

The video loaded, the blocked play button in the middle of the screen. You turned the volume up, a wicked, excited smile beaming toward Carmen. "Ready?"

Carmen smirked, nodding slowly, hand running against the couch, blood already rushing to his crotch. You scurried beside him, right before a younger version of you came on screen- clad in a lacy lingerie set, straps already sliding off your shoulders.

"I think it's on- yeah, it's on." The version of you on the screen giggle, propping the phone on the dresser. Carmen's old dresser in your shared apartment, you had just moved in together.

Carmen rested his hand on your thigh, you curled into his side, eyes on the screen. "So what do we do, huh? You want me to look at it." Carmen on the screen asked, eyes cutting nervously towards the phone.

"No, don't look at it!" You shrilled through the speakers of the TV. "Just look at me, ok? Want it to be natural like we always do." The purr in your voice- it had the same reaction on Carmen then and now. Both tensing, knuckles whitening when they gripped onto you.

"Ok, alright," Carmen nodded, hands sliding over your hips in the video, squeezing the fat of your ass. "You want me to make you feel good? Take care of you? Since it's your video."

Your thighs pressed together, even now. Two kids, ten years of marriage, nearly fifteen years together. It was amazing, how it made you react at the beginning of your relationship and even now.

"Yeah," Younger you nodded, eyes already glassy, arms looping around his neck.

"Yeah? Lay back f'me." Carmen rasped, the bed squeaking through the speakers when he pushed you back on it lightly, fingers hooking around the crotch of your lingerie set.

"You still got that?" Carmen muttered, eyes cutting to you, hand gripping your thigh on the couch.

"That? I don't think so." You grinned, your own hands creeping closer on his thigh towards his bulge. "Even if I did, wouldn't fit. Had two kids since then Berzatto."

"C'mon," Carmen rasped, shaking his head at you- you could see the reflections of the TV in his eyes, the way he kissed down your body, teasing you. Your tummy flipped, rushing with heat. "You're beautiful, always been."

You blushed, rolling your eyes. "You're horny." You muttered, your fingertips brushing over the crotch of his sweatpants. Carmen's hips lifted into your touch, a stuttering exhale falling from his nose.

"Yeah, well, can you blame me?" Carmen groaned, nodding towards the screen. "Look at you."

Your eyes flickered towards the screen, Carmen's head now buried between your thighs, your own moans and breathy whines falling through the speakers. Hips rising and bucking, Carmen's hand pressing on your hips to keep you in place, eyes lifting to yours on the screen. It made you throb.

"Think we should recreate it? See if we've gotten any better?" Carmen grinned, hand creeping towards your own clothed heat, a finger tip tracing down your thigh.

"Y-Yeah." You nodded, shuddering under his touch.

Carmen grinned, wide and salacious before you were pinned on the couch, him wedged between your legs, kissing you fierily. Hot breath, lips hovering over your skin, shoving your sweatpants down, teasing you over your panties- just the way you liked. He knew better now, knew your body better than you did sometimes.

The Carmen on the screen had just begun to learn, at the beginning of his journey with you- with himself. Now, Carmen was more secure now, less scared, confident even. Especially when it came to using his tongue on you, diving between your legs, hands intertwined in yours, holding you down while he devoured you on the couch.

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[livwritesstuff]

when I was little, my dad used to spin around in his desk chair and hold my hand so that I would run around in circles as a way of tiring me out, and to me that is such an Eddie thing to do. Steve probably hates it because he’s worried he’ll trip the child and hurt them

lol yeah Eddie is the absolute king of those weird dad hacks – 

He isn’t necessarily sure he was meant to be a stay-at-home dad — not that he isn’t thrilled about it, especially considering the alternative for him really is some kind of nine-to-five office-type job which he definitely wasn’t made for.

It’s kind of just how things worked out for him and Steve, because when their first daughter was born in 2001, Steve’s counseling job was strictly in-office and Eddie was already at home all the time (writing novels or whatever), so it was the natural order of things.

Don’t get him wrong – he loves it, especially when their daughters are a bit older – but his days aren’t necessarily all that productive, so when he’s got deadlines to meet, he has to get a bit creative.

Creative usually means that Steve comes home at 6pm to some kind of questionable bedlam.

His favorite was when Moe was four and Robbie nearly two and he came home to find them running circles around the kitchen island where Eddie sat typing on his computer.

Eddie: I told them to stop when they ran twenty laps.

Steve: *knows that Robbie can’t count yet, and while Moe can, she also tends to jump back to 2 as soon as she hits 11 and ends up in an infinite loop*

Steve: Sweet.

Steve: How long have they been doing this, then?

Eddie: About thirty minutes.

Steve knows that their kids aren’t made of glass. Most of Eddie’s solutions for tiring out their kids don’t bother him too much (other than raising some eyebrows over how the hell he comes up with this shit). Occasionally though, his judgment is even more baffling than usual.

Like, taping cardboard to the stairs to make a slide…fine, sure, whatever.

Taping cardboard to the stairs and sliding down on their mattresses…less fine.

Tying one end of a rope to the swing in their backyard and the other to his ankle so Hazel stays asleep while Eddie gets some writing done…Steve can understand that, given how they’re in a phase where Hazel will only doze off while she’s in that thing.

Hooking up a power drill (granted, it’s on the lowest setting) to the baby rocker so it’ll bounce on its own through naptime…absolutely not.

[thatsatricky1]

𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | n.jm

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jaemin the sin of Lust x (f) Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: slight angst, smut, oral (f receiving), slight manipulation but barely, obsession

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Thriller, Smut, slight angst

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4,5k

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝: The Pink Envelope

The Pink card called out, demanding attention, the delicious smell of floral scents hitting your nose just right in its delicate small pink pouch sitting at the corner on top of it. The waxed seal was messily like raw emotion stamped by its anonymous sender, drying before it could drip any further down the envelope. Picking this one was like breathing, you had to, it was just so tempting.

She reached out towards the centre, slightly to the right moving to pick up the pink envelope in one hand while the other moved to hook a finger through one of the loops of the floral dry scented bag of flowers in its pink pouch.

Her eyes drifted from the letter to the pink pouch a few times. Keeping the pouch looped around her finger she moved to grab onto the waxed seal pulling it slowly upwards, the wax catching slightly onto the envelope itself but not by much from her slow pace. Once unsealed she pushed the top open and peered inside.

Pulling the baby pink letter out of its envelope and unfolding it she read the contents inside through its cursive handwriting, the scented floral pouch moved under her nose to smell it unintentionally as she did so.

My Princess,

Quite thrilling to know you picked my letter, what an honour that you chose me. Then again I would have stirred up a lot of trouble if you hadn't, but there is no need for that considering it was always me you would have chosen no matter what form we decided to do this in. I know you inside out, so my letter was tailored exactly to your fitting. It is so tempting to just have you where you sit right this moment, but I’ll hold back just for now, just one more time. Wait for me, gorgeous.

Your prince,

“Well that was dripping in self confidence.” She muttered, closing the letter letting her eyes slip shut, taking a deep breath in of the floral tones hitting her nose just right.

Only opening them a few seconds later, her eyes landing on her empty desk, eyebrows furrowing as her hand pulled away from her nose, the pouches drawstring still looped around her finger.

“And that is concerning.”

Getting up from her chair she moved to look over, under and on top of her desk once more, coming up short. The other six coloured envelopes were gone, as if they had never existed in the first place.

Moving to hold tighter onto the pink letter to ground herself, her left hand squeezed into a fist, head shooting downwards only to be met with an empty palm, the pink letter also having disappeared from her own hand.

Though as she held up the pouch of scented dried flowers it didn’t help ground her back down to reality. The only thing left to remind her of what had just happened, that it hadn’t just been the lack of sleep she wasn’t getting playing tricks on her own mind. If anything it unsettled her more than ever.

A chill running from to top of her neck, trailing straight down her spine. The fact the scented pouch was held tightly in her right hand meant somehow this was her reality. Those letters had disappeared before her very eyes, and it also meant that’s something, someone had done it.

Y/n nearly jumped out of her own skin at the sudden noises outside of her house, causing her eyes to snap over toward her window finally being brought back to reality remembering the streets were currently crowded by trick or treaters because of the current festive holiday taking place worldwide. October 31st.

She’d lived in this house for three years running now, and the neighbourhood had learned by the second year to skip past it, as no candy was handed out the first year, only a sign on the door plastered against it stating as much. It was currently taped against her door for the third year running, and she hadn’t gotten even one knock this year.

She was a full time student juggling a shitty job, money was not a thing she could dish out in the form of mounds of candy even for one night. Candy was more expensive than others would think when you had to buy it in bulk. Maybe down the road she’d do it, but for now her house was known as a dead area for trick or treaters.

She moved towards the window, hands shoving it open and without a second thought she flung the floral scented pink pouch right out the window. It flew quite a distance landing directly into the neighbours nicely pruned garden hedge, fitting snuglly against it.

Taking a sharp breath in through her nose she slammed the window closed, deciding against leaving it open a crack at night like her usual routine. Glancing back over at her neatly organised table, a lack of colours she’d once had for only mere minutes from the envelopes she’d swore had been there.

Turning to look at the garden hedge outside only to notice a lack of the pink pouch, she was truly losing it. Pulling away from the window sill to rub at her face roughly, disregarding the fact she’d only done her skin care routine an hour ago which was ruined by her slightly sweaty palms now.

Letting her hands drop from her face in favour of going to lay under her blanket in the safety of her bed instead. Convincing herself that she’d once again overworked herself. Time and time again she always tested and pushed the boundaries of what she was mentally capable of doing.

With the amount of study she’d been forcing herself to do, a burn out was imminent. Yet she hadn’t thought it would be severe enough to hallucinate. But with what had just happened, she’d decided tomorrow she deserved a break from the extra study she’d been pushing upon herself. Tomorrow she would go to her one lecture, go home and relax for the day instead.

She couldn’t help but rationalise what was happening, anyone would do the same. Reaching for any sane and logical reasoning as to what occurred. And considering the fact there was no evidence of an envelope in sight let alone seven she could easily convince herself it had been due to overworking herself.

Though even with this, she still found herself burying deeper under the covers of her bed, willing herself to push the situation out of her mind, thinking of anything and everything in order to forget. Surely she would just remember this in the future as an embarrassing thing that had happened all for the fact she pushed herself too hard.

Before she could slip her eyes closed she heard that distinct buzz, one she was familiar with. Her phone. The buzz had been barely noticeable. Pulling the covers away from her head, concentrating on hearing the noise again. A buzz sounded out a few seconds later causing her eyes to drift towards her bedroom door.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” Y/n whispered to herself not trusting to speak any louder.

She’d left her phone downstairs. Most likely sitting on her dining table from where she’d eaten her dinner a while ago. She had a habit of watching videos while eating to entertain herself, something her parents would scold her about if she wasn’t an adult.

Internally debating whether or not it was worth it, she eventually got out of bed to grab her phone from downstairs. She was not going to survive her commute to university tomorrow with 5% charge on her phone, needing music to travel to and from places like any sane person.

Not having her phone on her meant she would be switching on the light in the hallway, already knowing if she went downstairs without it on she’d be flying down the stairs with her luck. If anything, illuminating the hallway ended up giving her more sense of peace anyway.

Taking her time to go down the staircase, a slight wince carved into her facial features every creak that emanated from the wooden stairs. It wasn’t a new house, in fact it was pretty old so it was unsurprising the floor groaned in protest of her stepping on them.

The creaks felt louder considering the fact at night everything was quieter. Even on Halloween at this time of night there were only stragglers outside making noise, mainly just drunk teenagers finding their way home. So, all in all there wasn’t much noise meaning everything else inside her house sounded a lot louder then it did during the day.

Finally getting to the bottom of the stairs her hand froze where it was resting gently against the light switches downstairs, she’d wanted to turn them on just like how she had done upstairs to be able to see clearly.

Unfortunately she was met with the sight of a soft glow of light nearby her living room, most likely the dimmed shaded lamp near her sofa. One she knew for a fact had not been on today. It left her taking a sharp breath in, feeling the slight tightening of her throat.

Another buzz caused her attention to drift towards the dining room area, her phone clear as it lighted up the area, brought to life by a notification on her Lock Screen. As silently as her old floorboards would allow her she attempted to make her way towards the dining room table.

Being successful in making it towards the table, still a few steps away from it. Instead of walking closer she reached out to grab her phone wanting to go upstairs as soon as possible. With a plan of ignoring her living room, not entertaining the idea of turning the lamp off.

Instead of turning tail and rushing back up the stairs she checked the messages that had been popping up on her lock screen, curious to know who had been texting. No doubt one of her friends drunk off their face either drunk texting her randomly or asking for a safe ride home.

Instead she saw the notifications were from a good friend of hers, Jaemin. He’d walked into her life three years ago when they were both new to the university lifestyle. Having gotten to know each other on the first day in her first lecture as a way of ‘bonding’ or at least that’s how her professor had explained it.

It was images, so she couldn’t tell what he wanted as they didn’t show up properly on her Lockscreen. She’d have to click into the messages to see it. Y/n wasn’t one to judge her friends, that included Jaemin. But she clearly expected it to be Jaemin drunk and sending her photos from whenever he’d ended up for the night.

At the beginning of their friendship it wasn’t lost on her that Jaemin was very confident in himself, body included. He could back up his cocky attitude towards it considering the fact he was good looking. He also was not shy in the slightest when it came to giving detailed stories out to her and friends when it came to the sexual nature and experience he had.

At this point she would be shocked if he hadn’t gotten through at least half the university campus, but she wasn’t going to judge him for it. She’d had her fair share of sexual encounters, she was an adult after all and had needs of her own. Though she preferred more intimate settings with people she had a connection with, while Jaemin would practically jump someone’s bones given the chance.

With that being said, Jaemin himself wasn’t just some fuckboy as lots of people would claim. He had a personality and a soft side she’d seen from the start. He’d been nothing but a kind friend to her through the fun and hard times of university life, slowly but surely entering her private life too when they were close enough. They’d seen each other at their best and worst.

She could only hope it wasn’t an accidental scandalous photo of someone he was entertaining for the night. Finger only hovering a second before tapping against the notification, her face ID having unlocked her phone already causing the messaging app to open immediately.

The first picture caused Y/n’s eyebrows to furrow, pulling the phone closer to make sense of it. It was a photo of her house, clearly taken recently as she spotted empty candy wrappers littering the walkway from over excited trick or treaters having a taste of their candy before they made their way home.

Her finger swiping to the next photo which was in front of her door, his copied key in frame laying in the palm of his free hand. Jaemin had a copy of her keys for a solid two years now. Having gotten close enough in their friendship where she’d given him the key without a thought, it was easier that way instead of having to open the door for him nearly everyday that he dropped by.

The last photo was in her very own living room, focused on that exact lamp she’d been so worried over. Clicking the screen off with the side button and pocketing her phone. Letting out a scoff, turning her attention to the living room not to far away from where she was standing.

Five seconds was all it took for her to round the corner of her living room wall divider between it and the dining room area, no longer walking carefully as the floorboards groaned in protest.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack Jaem, seriously?” Her tone was normal but clearly scolding, not whispering as she addressed the male in her living room, spotting him straight away.

Jaemin was resting against her sofa, his phone resting on his lap looking totally at home as if he owned the place. Then again with how often he was over it could be very well the case.

“It is Halloween.” He replied with a grin watching her, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp beside him.

“I told you I didn’t want any visitors today, pretty sure I said it not only in class but also through text.” She reminded him, walking over. Jaemin sat up, no longer leaning on the sofa as Y/n got closer, his grin still present, almost larger than normal.

“You really think I would listen, do you know me?” He teased moving from the middle of the sofa to the right to give her space to sit down, eyes flicking down to appreciate her choice of clothing, then again he loved all her night wear.

“Aren’t you supposed to be drunk over a toilet at some frat party or in someone’s bed right now?” She teased back, sitting on the left side of the sofa.

Instead of his usual laugh he only let out a barely audible amused hum, head tilting to the side slightly still eyeing her up, something she was starting to become aware of. It was foreign for him to focus on her like that. Or at least she’d never been aware of him doing it before.

“Why would I do that when we could be in your bed right now?” He asked out and usually she’d laugh and shove his face at his teasing but judging by the sharpness and glint in his eyes she didn’t, no she knew that look. But just generally spotted him doing that to others.

“Jaem, I’m assuming you already did drink tonight.” Y/n hummed out at his strange behaviour, sure it was nice having some like Jaemin showing interest in her, but it was so odd compared to their normal dynamic.

“No, not a drop.” He shut down her attempt at trying to rationalise the situation, done with waiting.

Jaemin makes the first move as he casually slides a hand over her leg. Her eyes went down to where his fingers wrapped around her ankle, his fingers were warm meaning he’d been waiting long enough in her living room to have warmed up enough from the outside cold autumn air.

“Jaem-” Y/n tried to speak but Jaemin’s hand around her ankle tugged her closer, sliding her easily towards himself.

“You know how frustrating it is being put into the best friend zone for three agonising years?” His question yet again caught her off guard, Jaemin only smiling at how dumbfounded she looked.

“Each of my attempts to get any sort of reaction out of you was always unsuccessful, you know. I think the only true reaction I got out of you is when I recounted my nights with others, my experiences. Fuck if you think I never saw the way you squeezed your thighs together then your wrong baby, I caught it every time.”

Jaemin wasn’t just tiptoeing over the line right now, he was racing past it. She wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Her mouth opened and closed when she realised he’d caught her. How could she not feel hot and bothered by just how detailed he got when recounting his sexual endeavours.

“Anyone would react that way, you always went into so much detail.” She defended herself but apparently her sentence only offered a devilish grin to fall onto Jaemin’s lips.

“You know the first time you told me about your… sexual encounters back I nearly went feral. I wasn’t sure if it was the fact that others got to you first, could have the pleasure of tasting you first or if it was the fact all I could think about was showing you how much better I could be compared to them.” Jaemin continued on.

At first it had only been Jaemin who talked to her about those things, but over time she’d caved in and spoken about her own encounters. And Jaemin hadn’t said it but he was thoroughly disappointed at how lackluster your ex lovers had been, knowing he could give her better.

Jaemin was smart about it all the last three years, eyeing her down when she wasn’t paying attention, sometimes blatantly doing it to her only for her to not react used to his flirtatious way. But in this moment he didn’t hold back, he’d had enough.

He let out a breath through his nose eyeing the way her legs squeezed together, so enticing as always. He lived for this reaction, knowing it was only him who was making her feel this was. The hand he had around her ankle snaking its way upwards.

“Fuck baby, there you go again. You tease me so much, you have to know its driving me insane.” He nearly hissed out, finally flicking his heated gaze back up to hers.

“Jaem this… you know I don’t do one night stands or the whole friends with benefits thing.” She cleared her throat, trying to not think about the fact her panties were already starting to cling against herself.

“Who said anything about that? I want you Y/n. I thought I was clear on that.” He confidently replied gripping her thigh now.

Y/n was uncertain. She knew Jaemin always held true to his words, but this was different. This was intimate and from what she knew about Jaemin he was free spirited and not someone to get tied down to another person. But his gaze and touch was intoxicating.

“You’re making this so unbelievably hard.” She whispered now, not trusting her voice to go any higher.

“Then just give in, I can make you feel good, I can give you the best you’ve ever had. Forever.” Jaemin whispered back as if they were sharing a secret with one another.

“Shit.” Is all she got out and by the look in her eyes, Jaemin knew he’d gotten to her finally.

As she moved closer, eyes fluttering closed, he didn’t waste a second closing the distance, cupping her jaw and tugging her the last few inches closer.

The kiss was soft, Jaemin nearly groaning at the fact she felt like touching silk, pillowy against his own. He’d waited so long yet kept the kiss light, savouring the way they moved together like one, but as the seconds ticked by he couldn’t help himself but heat up.

Their pace subconsciously quickening as he practically leaned against her desperate for more, he nearly let out a moan by the way her lips parted allowing him to slip his tongue past.

Y/n hadn’t thought this is what she’d be doing on the 31st of October, his lips addictive and the smell of his cologne dizzying. Only parting away from his lips to take a much needed breath, even if his lips chased after her own. Instead moving to litter gentle kiss wherever he could touch allowing her to breath, egging her own with his chased peak against her face so she didn’t back out of what they started.

“Fuck baby I need you, I need you like how I need air to survive.” He whispered against her jaw.

Y/n’s mind was racing, unsure if she was ready to fully give in to Jaemin. This was the first time they kissed let alone talked about the fact something could become of it. And he knew that well, so he’d choose a different route just as enticing.

Capturing her lips in another delicious paced kiss, hands running their way up her legs to hold her waist, only for a moment later to sink her shoulders down into the sofa successfully getting her below him.

His lips moving to trail open mouthed kissed down a path from her lips, to her jaw and her neck. Y/n not being able to help the breathy moan from slipping past, one Jaemin wanted to devour whole but remained on his path downwards.

Stopping occasionally to run his tongue against her smooth skin, sucking and grazing his teeth, claiming what was his. Before long he’d moved all the way downwards to where he wanted her, craving to taste her.

Y/n panting as she looked down at him, Jaemin looking all sorts of trouble between her thighs. He caught her gaze giving her a signature smirk, lips tilted up before pressing his lips over her thigh, not being able to get enough.

“Let me have a taste, I need you.” He whispered in between kissed against her skin.

At this point she was past overthinking, her needs pushing passed when her fingers dug into his chestnut hair.

“Then have me.”

Her words not needing to be spoken twice as Jaemin continued, bottom lip dragging up her thigh. Hands tugging her night shorts down, pleased feeling her hips move upwards in a silent attempt to help. Completely shameless as he finally pressed his face against the area he wanted most in this moment.

Pressing his tongue flat against her panties, running from her centre towards her clit, the tugging of her fingers in his hair having him push her panties to the side not being able to wait any longer, eyes flying upwards to stare her down making sure this is what she wanted, the lust glazing over her own eyes being answer enough for him.

His tongue going straight to her clit caused a sharp breath in from her, his tongue dragging softly against it slipping downwards groaning at how wet she was already. He made sure to take his time, savouring the pleasure he was giving.

Though the longer he went, the harsher he got, not being able to be as patient with her as he wanted, because he craved her, and those fucking delicious noises he could get out from her with his tongue alone. If he could he’d eat her out for hours just to hear her like this.

Lapping at her cunt, his nose digging against her clit causing her hips to roll forward after the addictive friction. He was nearly grinning as he continued savouring this moment even if he knew there was no doubt he’d be having her like this constantly.

“More, I need more.” She whined out, eyes barely open but still watching him, his eyes never leaving her own, silently demanding all her attention. Which he had.

“So desperate for me, you think you deserve it baby, think you can handle more.” His voice vibrated against her causing her back to arch in pure bliss, head messily nodding in desperation as she sought her high.

“Words, use your words.” He reminded causing her to give his hair a slight tug in frustration.

“Need your fingers Jaemin, need them inside me.” She rushed out, begging.

He didn’t need to be told twice, moving to drag a finger against her cunt, her head nearly reeling when he grazed past her throbbing clit. Jaemin moves to let his own spit drip down from his mouth onto his fingers, attaching his lips seconds after against her clit sucking while finally pushing a finger inwards.

“Yes, just like that, just like that.” She mumbled out eyes finally squeezing shut in bliss, while Jaemin kept up that exact pace as his finger slid in and out. Adding a second and third finger when her hips bucked craving more.

His lips finally leaving her clit in favour of going back to licking past her fold, though his free hand moved, thumb drawing a perfect pattern against her clit that had her begging for more. His pace only quickening.

That familiar tightening of her stomach signalling her inevitable high that was steadily approaching with how his tongue and fingers worked wonders no short of a miracle worker having never gotten this close this fast before.

“Jaem I can’t, I’m so close.” She barely managed to utter hips stuttering from her repetitive grind she’d set the moment he’d started touching her.

“Yes baby, cum for me.” He moaned out, needing it just as much as she did.

He didn’t know what felt better, the fact her thighs were now harshly pressing the sides of his face or the fact her hips shoved her cunt against his face, thumb abandoned seconds ago as she used his face for her own pleasure.

With repeated moans of his name her body shook, legs shaking, spasming around him as she finally came undone, back arching off her sofa where she laid. Jaemin eagerly rode out her orgasm, tongue continuing its movements till he felt her hips push downwards to get away, overstimulated.

Y/n dazed and disoriented as she watched his head finally pull up still in between her thighs, nearly moaning at the sight of him pushing his own fingers past his lips to taste her again.

“I guess I truly know you inside out now Princess.” He sent her a chilling grin, eyes dark already thinking of going a second round, addicted to her.

Even in her worn out state she caught onto his words, familiar only in writing. Finally recalling the envelope, the pretty little pink pouch filled with dried floral flowers she’d only hours ago thrown from her window. Her heart speeding up this time out of panic rather than the pleasure she’d just come undone from.

“All mine, I couldn’t wait like I said I would. I craved and waited too long.”

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