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CoD Headcanon: Fashion

let me info dump on how I think the CoD men would dress, pretty puh-lease? Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish, John Price, Gary “Roach” Sanderson, Keegan Russ, and König

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

actually wanted to make this post because of him, “Thank you, Kyle.”, we all say in unison

I oh so desperately think he dresses so casually it looks clean as fuck. he’s definitely the best dressed out of the 141, in my opinion. going for groceries? meeting up at a pub? Kyle looks great! also, bottom left photo? holding true to the board, I firmly believe Kyle has totes - different colors, some with logos, a couple well used and loved. totes and caps, Kyle has a nice collection

my fun little headcanon is that Kyle will match his outfits to whatever hat or tote he plans on using for the day. and he has a wardrobe to match - t-shirts, button ups, jumpers, turtlenecks, Kyle has variety. a lot of them are gifts from his family (who have his fashion sense down to a science). his aunts and uncles definitely pay the most attention to what Kyle’s wearing whenever they see him, they never miss when buying him new jeans or shoes

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

as fearsome and intimidating as Ghost is, draped in military gear and holsters, Simon prefers to be comfortable. a majority of his civvies are for his comfort, soft and warm jumpers that bag a little. he keeps it simple, his signature black clothes are really the only thing that carries over from service. that said, I think he’d look good in brown too. still a noticeably darker color compared to most, but it gives a nice contrast to his usual monotone look

it might seem counterintuitive to wear long sleeves when he’s had all this tattoo work done on his arms - fair enough - but I don’t think Simon necessarily cares to show them off. he has his fair share of t-shirts, but he really only wears them when it’s exceptionally warm out. that, or Simon has them on as an undershirt at the gym, hidden beneath his black hoodies. does the 141 poke fun at him for dressing nearly all black every time they see him? yes they do, does Simon care? no, he’s a sucker for a dark aesthetic

John “Soap” MacTavish:

Johnny dresses like he’s ready to go to the gym, but it’s why we love him. I swear, it could be freezing outside and Johnny would be wearing short, he’s definitely one of those people, “Hm? Nah, m’not cold.”, he’s actively trying to not let his teeth chatter. Johnny loves a good hoodie, especially if they have drawstrings - this man has an oral fixation, let him chew on those strings, damnit! oftentimes the drawstrings on his hoodies are fucked up and thready because he’ll absentmindedly nosh on them

I’m not afraid to say he’s the closest on this whole headcanon post to dressing like Adam Sandler - there’s definitely been times he wore the rattiest clothes ever outside and people mistook him for being homeless. the nicest thing he’ll consider wearing out is a t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, and jeans. I think Johnny’s a little nose blind to his own scent, sometimes he’ll think a hoodie is clean but he forgot he sweated his ass off in it two days ago at the gym. puts it on because… well, it just smells like him, surely it doesn’t reek

John Price:

I had such a hard time finding photos that matched my thoughts, but when I found them? oh, these matched. I’d like to call Price’s look “blue collar husband comes home after work” - do we get that vibe? simple man, he likes his blue jeans and a plain shirt. has a wide variety of nice, leather belts though, the only bit of his wardrobe he really splurges on. the simplest out of the 141, but he cleans up nicely with just a shirt and some jeans that hug his thighs just right

he’s a fan of t-shirts, the fact they show off his biceps is purely coincidence. he low-key dresses like a dad, but he rocks the look. he’s definitely the type to have vintage leather jackets, beat up, brown coats that are durable. they’ve seen better days, were new and shiny once, but John likes them a little weathered and worn. he’s not beating the bucket hat allegations

Gary “Roach” Sanderson:

I’d love to say ‘I don’t make the rules’, but I do. I’m putting my foot down and saying Gary dresses like this. he always wears a white t-shirt, is it the same one? does he have dozens? who knows! he’ll causally swap between pants and shorts, whichever is appropriate for the weather. button ups, he owns so many. never buttons them, just wears them open over his t-shirts. it’s casual, but the simplicity of it unironically makes his outfit look super clean

Gary will dress this way until the day he dies. it’s just how he dresses, no variation unless there’s an important event - holidays, an army shindig, I dunno, a wedding (if he could, he’d show up in his usual civvies). you would have to beg Gary to try a different style, he’s silently stubborn about it. he doesn’t make a fuss if you buy him a hoodie or sweater, just know he’ll throw a quiet strike by tucking it into the back of his closet

Keegan Russ:

biblically accurate Keegan Russ is a biker, what can I say. two words: leather jackets. he likes the aesthetic, owns a handful - hand-me-downs, thrifted, vintage, new. a majority of his wardrobe is black, I personally think his favorite color is blue, but he enjoys wearing black more. he likes wearing t-shirts, purposefully showing off his well-trained arms. he really only owns jeans, maybe a pair of nice slacks

you know what? gonna be honest, not much to add on, I just think Keegan is hot and would wear this haha. it’s nothing flashy, but if you’re into bikers it’s definitely eye catching. on another note, I think he’d paint his nails matte black. do I have any reasoning? no, I just think he would, or maybe just a clear coat. that, and he definitely wears silver rings. not all the time, but he does wear them on occasion

König:

if König isn’t in fatigues he still looks blatantly military. now, I didn’t include it in the board, but he has way too many pairs of khaki cargo pants. like an absurd amount - imagine a reasonable number of cargo pants and then add ten more pairs. back to the board, man cannot escape camouflage and green in general. whether it’s pants, shirts, or sweaters, König has it in some shade of green

otherwise, he actually enjoys itchy, scratchy sweaters. you know the kind that makes your skin red after wearing it a little too long? König eats that up, for whatever reason it feels nice to him. course, he does have standard, comfortable sweaters and hoodies. it’s a bit of a hassle to find clothes in his size though, sure they make them big, but König would appreciate if they were more fit to his build than overly baggy. lucky for him, his mama was a seamstress and taught him how to sew - he adjusts his clothing as he sees fit (he’ll still grumble about it though)

manifesting just one CoD man into being so I can play dress up with them🎀✨pretty please, I just wanna make him look so good - Soap and Roach might put up a fight though…

thanks for reading my behemoth of a post<3 hugs and kiss🌸✨

[katsu28]

lucky charm

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: lando finds comfort in your presence as doubt starts to creep in before a race (2k)

warnings: minimal swearing

a/n: hi i know i'm still super new here and i'm not even sure if i'm actually going to start writing rpf but i think about this motherfucker 24/7 now and this came to me in a dream <3 let's ignore the actual way he got his ring necklace okay? okay!

“No one saw you come in, right?” 

Lando let the door close behind him gently, a total opposite to the quickest few steps you’d ever seen him take across the small driver’s room, and he leaned over to kiss you, hard. 

You let out a squeak of surprise at the force of it, but had no hesitation in kissing him back as soon as your body caught up with your brain, arms looping around his neck to bring him down and closer to you.

Lando’s knees hit the cushions on either side of you, hands doing the same on the leather backrest, clumsy as all hell but twice as determined not to let his mouth leave yours. 

Your fingers knocked the McLaren cap right off his head as they moved into his hair, clutching at his chocolate curls on instinct like you’d done so many times before. But never here, never before one of Lando’s races, and certainly never at the risk of being caught by anyone in the facility at any given moment. 

It didn’t seem to matter to Lando, though, with the way he was kissing you like he was parched and you were the only thing that could quench his thirst. 

But given the rather frantic series of texts you’d received from him that got you here in the first place, you weren’t at all too surprised. You knew how nervous Lando got before races, and if there was something you could do, you’d never hesitate to be there for him. Especially since you were able to make it to this one. 

“Yeah,” He mumbled between kisses, panting against your lips. Somehow he’d managed to switch positions so he was the one on the sofa now and you were sitting on his lap, straddling his hips as you continued your rather sloppy makeout session. “Yeah, yeah, we’re good. ‘M sneaky like that.” 

“Had a lot of practice at this, have you?” 

“No!” It was almost comical how fast he pulled away from you to blurt out his answer. “No, not at all. I don’t know why I said that, I—” 

“I was just kidding, bub.” You chuckled, smoothing the pad of your thumb across his kiss-swollen bottom lip fondly. Lando grinned sheepishly, giving your waist a playful little pinch. You’d never get over the way he looked at you, like you were the only other person to exist in the world—especially when he was under you like this, and especially with those eyes. His baby cow eyes, you always called them. 

Even so, Lando was extremely tense, you could tell. He tended to get very in his head before races, probably why he asked you to come meet him so close to the green flag, to help him quell his nerves a little. He always said you helped him more than anything else ever could. 

“I have something for you.” You said softly. 

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” He leaned back against the cushion, happily accepting the chaste kiss you pressed to his lips before you bounced off his lap and over to where your bag was sitting. 

You rummaged around in it for a few moments until you found what you were looking for, a triumphant grin on your face as you made your way back over to an intrigued Lando. This time you settled next to him, throwing your legs across his lap. His hand came to rest on your knee immediately. 

“Open it.” You urged, pressing the small black bag into his waiting palm. He undid the drawstring carefully, beaming even before he got a look at what was inside. That smile only grew bigger as he poured the contents of the bag into his hand. 

A thin silver chain, joined together at the ends with two interlocking rings, sleek and silver just like the rest of the necklace. Upon closer inspection, he saw numbers etched into the inside of each one. One of them, Lando recognized instantly as the date of your anniversary. The other looked like a set of coordinates, but he wasn’t too great at geography, so he looked to you for an explanation. 

“The place we first met.” 

“You looked up the coordinates of that tiny little restaurant? Nerd.” He chuckled, artfully dodging the swat you aimed his way at his teasing remark.

“It could be, like, your new lucky charm or something.” You shrugged, watching him turn the rings around carefully between his fingers. 

Lando glanced up, bumping your shoulder with his gently. “I’ve already got one.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. It’s you.” 

“Me?” 

“I like knowing you’re watching me. Even though I can’t see you, or even if you’re not here, knowing I’ve got you cheering me on from wherever you are helps. I think it makes me a better driver.” 

“Lan, you’re already a great driver.. You don’t need me for you to know that.” 

“I know. I just—it keeps me focused. To know you’re there.” He said softly, giving your hand a tight squeeze. “And now with this, I can have a piece of you with me whenever. Here, help me put it on.” 

“You can’t wear it under your suit, Lando, even I know that.”

“Alright, well, I’ll figure it out later. C’mon, put it on me.” Lando leaned forward, giving you space to bring the chain up over his head and around his neck. He even managed to sneak in another kiss whilst you followed the silver down to where the rings rested just below his collarbones. Your fingers stroked at the warm skin there, the cold of the metal contrasting.

“It looks good on you.” 

Lando melted like a popsicle on a hot summer day under your touch, smiling so big at you that you could hardly believe this was the same boy who had other drivers trembling in their fireproofs. He hoisted you back into his lap effortlessly, nosing at your pulse point a bit before smacking a kiss to your cheek when you wrapped your arm around his shoulders. “You look good on me.” 

“That was so bad. Like, really bad. I get why they call you Lando Norizz now.” 

“What?! Bad? That was so fucking smooth!” He huffed, going from looking completely smitten to entirely offended. “And I happen to have lots of rizz, thank you very much. I practically ooze rizz, love.” 

“I take it back.” You replied solemnly, patting Lando’s cheek. “That was worse.” 

“You’re so mean to me. I don’t know why I even put up with this harassment!” 

“Always so dramatic, you.” 

“I’ve got to be! How else would I be able to withstand this abuse?” 

You scoffed playfully and moved to climb off him, opting to keep a safe enough distance away so you wouldn’t be tempted to kiss him stupid. Then he’d really be late. “Don’t you have a race to prepare for, driver boy?” 

“I am,” He said earnestly, tucking his hands behind his head. You arched a skeptical brow, hands propped on your hips. 

“By hiding out in here with me?” 

“You know what they say—calm the mind, and the body will follow.” 

“I’ve literally never heard anyone say that.” 

“Well maybe people should start!” 

You huffed out an amused chuckle, crossing your arms. “Are you ready?” 

A sudden silence  blanketed the tiny room, Lando’s non response giving you all you needed to know. 

He reached out for you with a pout that you’d never been quite able to resist, fingers beckoning you back over longingly, like you were too far away for his liking. You gave in almost immediately despite previously wanting to give him space, trudging over with an overexaggerated roll of your eyes and letting yourself be pulled back onto his lap yet again. 

“I’ll be alright.” He answered finally, taking your hand in his. He fiddled with your fingers, tracing along each digit languidly and then circling his thumb over your palm—once, twice, a third time. 

This, something you’d learned quite early on in your relationship with Lando, was one of his many versions of self-soothing. The repetition of his actions proved rather calming to him, and it certainly helped that he got to feel your skin against his. 

His brows drew together in thought, furrowed and tense until you pushed your thumb into the wrinkle between them, smoothing out the scrunch. He wrapped his fingers around your wrist loosely. 

“You’re gonna do great, you know.” You insisted. 

He offered you as good of a smile as he could muster. “Yeah. I know.”  

“You’re gonna do your best, and whatever happens, you’ve got so many people who’ll be proud of you no matter what.”

“I don’t know if it’s enough.” Lando blurted, scratching at a patch on his suit. “I’ve been racing for years, and I still have no wins to show for it. It’s not fair to my team, it’s not fair to the fans. It’s not fair to you. You shouldn’t have to have a boyfriend who can’t fucking drive for shit.” 

“Lando, I’m not with you because of your job.” You said shortly, pressing your lips into a thin, unamused line. “And quite frankly, I feel hurt that you could even think I was.” 

Lando was quick to soothe, shaking his head frantically. He took both your hands in his, squeezing. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry, it’s just—I get in my head a lot. And I start to overthink, and shit comes out of my mouth that I don’t mean. I know you’re not like that, I do. I’m sorry.” 

You softened, sighing. “You could never win a race, ever, and I'd still love you all the same.”

He snorted. “Well, I’d like to win one at some point.” 

“What I meant was, I can’t speak for everyone else, but my pride for you has nothing to do with how well you do on the track, my love.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. I’m proud of you because you’re you. You’re kind and you work hard, and you try your best at everything you do. Even if the outcome isn’t what you expected, you keep at it. You keep going. That’s one of the reasons why I love you, that’s why I’m so proud of you.” 

“I’m stupid.” He groaned, tipping his head back against the couch cushions. You simply made a noise of agreement. “You’re too good to me. I love you.”

“I love you too. Now, you really need to go back to the garage. I’m sure Oscar’s sent out a search party for you at this point.” You said firmly, giving his chest a sharp poke. Lando groaned again but made to get up, shifting your legs off him so he could climb to his feet. 

“Fine. Just kick me out of my own room, why don’t you?” He huffed dramatically, swiping his hat off the floor and jamming it back over his hair. You aimed a fake kick towards him, stifling a giggle when he caught your foot and pretended to undo your laces. “Kiss?” 

“You need to leave, Lando,” You whined, batting him away gently. “I refuse to be the reason you’re late.” 

“One more. Just one more for good luck and I promise I’ll leave.” He insisted, expression pleading. You grumbled something unintelligible, reaching up begrudgingly to bring him down for one last kiss. 

Lando smiled against your lips, snaking a hand around the back of your neck to keep you in place a few beats longer than you intended. You practically had to unstick yourself from him, giving him a little shove towards the door so he’d actually leave. 

Immediately, he whirled around. “Wait, wait—”

“Lando! Go!” 

“No, no, hold on, it’s important.” He slipped his newfound chain over his head, rubbing his thumb over both rings before holding it out towards you. “Keep this safe for me?” He asked earnestly, pressing the necklace into your hands. “Can’t have my lucky charm getting lost already, can I?” 

“Give ‘em hell, number four.” You smiled, donning the necklace yourself. He beamed, blowing you a kiss as he backpedaled down the hall. "Number four on the track, number one in my heart!"

You could hear his infectious laughter echoing even as he retreated around the corner.

Lando would be fine. And if he wasn’t, he’d bounce back, like he always did. And you’d be there to support him every step of the way, like you always were. 

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[thekims4]

Soft Girl Lookbook #4

Hair / Skin 1, 2, 3, 4 / Eyebrows / Eyes / Eyelids / Eyeliner / Blush / Lips

Clothing - Top

*Acc Tied Sweatshirt @backtrack-cc

Strap Knit Crop Top @rimings

Cropped Long-Sleeved T-Shirt @rimings

Wordoard Oversized Hoodie @grafity-cc

*Acc Leather Blazer @charonlee

Thrud Top @serenity-cc x @sentate

Escape Dimension Top @zaozzaa

Cable Knit Cardigan @dream-girl

Clothing - Bottom

Saoirse Skirt @daisy-pixels

Seiko Skirt @missvalentine142

Lovely Pattend Knit Patch Denim Skirt @rimings

Drawstring Shorts @gorillax3-cc

Split Mini Skirt by Elliesimple

High-Waist Mini Denim Skirt @rimings

Acc

Fur Bucket Hat @rimings

Grunge Glasses Edit On Head @pralinesims

Valentino VLogo Signature Squared Acetate Frame @bradfordsims

Bold Circle Earrings @gorillax3-cc

Heartstrings Necklace @oydis

Sarah Necklace @serenity-cc

Yina Necklace @pralinesims

Akira Watch @caio-cc

Mia Rings @arethabee

Goth Backpack @madlensims

School Backpack @rimings

Star Bag @lumysims

Wrinkled Socks @eunosims

Shoes

Low Top Sneaker 06 @jius-sims

Pose

@helgatisha Hongzo @poyopoyosim @ratboysims

[armory-rasa]

COUCH POUCH!! Free Pattern & Tutorial

...called thus because they use upholstery-weight leather for the bag body, that in my case was in fact skinned off a couch. 🤣 Turns out they are relatively quick and easy to make, so I tidied up the pattern for printing and took pictures to document the process when I made another five of them.

First off, print your pattern, 100% scale:

The bag shape was a modified version of the pattern I used for the Morpheus sandbag, but sized to fit in the roughly 11" squares that my couch skin came in. It makes a bag that sits very well on a tabletop, thanks to the flat base.

Though it turned out to not be the most efficient use of material, because that plus-shaped pattern tessellates well, if you're cutting them out of a full hide, but makes a lot of waste when you're cutting them out of squares of material. A more efficient design would have a half-rounded front and back, and a gusset between them, like so:

Ah well. It's not like I have any shortage of couch skin, though for the next round I'm going to experiment with a more efficient pattern.

First step, trace and cut out the bag body from your chrome-tan leather:

Like I said, this was upholstery leather, but anything that's flexible and ~1.5 mm thick will do.

The flap and front need to be a stiffer leather though -- I used 7 oz latigo, but veg-tan would work equally well. (And then you could ✨tool it!✨)

Cut them out, and then use the pattern to mark where your holes are going to be. Mark the holes on your bag body too:

The latigo pieces get hand-stitched to the bag body, so I used a stitching groover to carve out little channels for the thread -- it's not strictly necessary, but it makes your stitches lay a lot more neatly:

Punch the holes shown below:

I used a ~5 mm hole punch for those, and a 1.5" slot punch for the belt loops. Some of the holes on the front piece you're not punching yet, because they need to go through both layers.

I put a dab of contact cement on the pieces (circled in white) to help hold them in place when I go to punch the stitching holes:

(Make sure you're not putting glue between the belt loops)

Wait fifteen minutes for the contact cement to dry until tacky, and then line up the holes and the edges and press the pieces together:

Punch stitching holes:

Saddle-stitch both pieces in place (takes 28" of thread per):

Now you can punch these holes:

(I used a slightly smaller hole punch than for the others, but it doesn't really matter.)

Now press the right sides of the leather together and sew up the seams from the inside:

A regular sewing machine should be able to handle this, though you will need thicker thread, a heavy-duty leather-sewing needle, and a walking foot attachment. (If you don't have a walking foot attachment, it is SO WORTH getting one, even if you don't expect to sew much leather. Seriously, I use it for everything -- once you go walking foot, you don't go back. 💀) Because you can't pin leather without leaving permanent holes in it, tiny binder clips can be helpful for keeping your material lined up.

What they look like when you're finished sewing:

Cut 19" of lacing for the drawstring, and 11" of lacing for the toggle:

I use the 1/8" EcoSoft lace from Tandy, I think it's stronger than real leather would be at that thickness. The only important factor here is that you need something with a bit of texture and friction -- a silk cord isn't going to stay closed, it's going to slip open.

MANY BAGS.

For these I used a wooden toggle -- cut another 8" of lacing, looped it through the toggle twice, and then made a tight square knot on the back:

But another option is putting a concho or a large button on the flap. The bag I copied this design from, in fact, uses a concho toggle:

Thread some beads on the laces to keep the ends from getting lost, and you are DONE! 😁

Happy Bagging!

[bts-princess7]

No more - JJK x Reader

Summary: Jungkook wakes up with a lil surprise and you help him.

Warnings: overstimulation, smut, fluff, whiny jk, teasing, oral (m receiving). Lmk if I missed something!!

A/N: I didn’t proofread this and I gave up on the word count but it’s not too long, just a one shot 🤗🫶

“Are the reports done, sir?” Jungkooks assistant held an open folder, scanning his desk for the papers she requested. He let out a huff, digging through a pile of documents and handing them off to her reluctantly. Jungkook stood and stretched, back and neck cracking after sitting at a desk all day. “Any fun plans tonight, sir?”

His assistant looked up at him, batting her eyelashes. She’d been trying this since the day he took over, the old boss was kicking the bucket and everyone in the office was excited at the idea of a new young boss. Most of them gave up the minute they realized he was engaged, obviously disappointed. Not her though, she kept trying. “Just spending the night with my fiancé,” he answered her dully. She huffed and stormed out of his office.

He shrugged, glad to finally be left alone. He gathered up his phone and his gym bag, which he sued during his break, and locked up his office. He made his way to the car, sighing as soon as he closed the door. Finally, another end to a horrible day.

Jungkooks minds were filled with thoughts of you as he drove home, his body was completely at ease by the time he pulled into the driveway. His lips were pulled into a smiled when you came out of the front door to greet him, “Kook!” You exclaimed, running into his arms.

He stumbled back at your force and lifted you off the ground, “Hi baby,” he cooed, nuzzling his face into your neck. You smelt like fruit and flowers, it was your favourite perfume and knew he liked it.

“You smell like leather and sad coffee,” you giggled when he put you down, frowning a bit because the scent was sure to be stuck in his suit.

“This new office job is horribly depressing,” he yawned, forgetting to let go of you and keeping his arms around your waist until you pushed him off of you.

“Oh you poor thing,” you pouted, cupping his face in one hand gently. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, he got this job for you, to help support the both of you.

You were just as hard working, doing double shifts at the diner whenever you could to save up for your wedding. “It’s worth it,” he reassured you. You nodded and pulled your hand back.

“Come on inside, kookie. I made mac and cheese,” you lead him inside and grab two bowls. After you were done eating, you cleaned up while he was in the shower, putting the time at 10:30.

You were already in bed by the time Jungkook was done in the shower, his eyes were barely open as he made his way back into your room. He observed you sitting in one of his shirts, nothing but a black thong covering your lower half.

Your hair was straight and fell as perfectly as ever, he didn’t know how you always made your hair look good without doing anything. Everytime he looked at you he remembered why he’d accepted the gruelling work hours, because he wanted to tie the knot with you. He needed to.

“Come to bed, baby.” You told him, he pulled the drawstring of his sweats tighter, flipping off the light switch and hopping into the bed. You laughed at the impact and had to scoot back onto the mattress, Jungkook was already under the covers and had his arms open. You snuggled into him, his big arms coming down are pins you and holding you against his chest. “Goodnight, Koo.”

“Goodnight y/n,” he nuzzled his face into your neck, taking a deep breath before finally closing his eyes. Your scent flooding through his veins, it was the only thing on his mind. All the time, it was only you.

Your eyes, your smile, your lips, your body, the way you treated him and put up with his clingy behaviour. You were his whole world, everything he cared about, his main priority.

You shifted against him, throwing your leg over his and squeezing his waist, pushing a little groan out of him. Finally, he drifted off to sleep with thoughts of you. He slumped down in his sleep, cheek pressed against your breast, using it as a pillow.

Something was hurting, he didn’t know what but he knew that it was keeping him up. He opened his eyes, squinting at the clock, it was only 3:20. As he became more aware, he realized that the pain was coming from between his legs.

Jungkook let out a frustrated sigh, his hand made its way down his bare chest to his crotch. He let out a groan as he rubbed himself through his pants, biting his lip and looking in your direction. To his horror, he noticed that you were awake. “Need some help, kookie?”

“Yes, yes please.” He was desperate, you shifted to he was propped up on the pillows and you were between his legs. You were so beautiful, smiling up at him coyly, it was his favourite sight.

You leaned down and placed small pecks on his cock through his pants, feeling it twitch against your lips. He let out a moan, rolling his hips up towards you.

You continued to move your lips along the outline of his cock through his sweatpants, your saliva dampening the fabric and making him easier to see.

“Oh Koo, you’re so worked up.” You chided, squeezing him through his pants. His hips twitched, eyes wet and desperate at the sight of you.

“Y/n, baby please,” he groaned. You rolled your eyes, giving in and hooking your fingers in his sweats. He lifted his hips and you pulled them down, discarding them over the side of the bed.

His thick cock sprang out of his pants and slapped his toned stomach, making him let out a low moan. You gripped the base of his cock, thumb reaching up to rub under the mushroom head. “Yea baby, get your mouth on there,” his hand snaked around your head and pulled your hair back in a ponytail.

You licked a stripe up the bottom of his cock, tongue stopping to run the tip of it along his slit. “Oh fuck,” he moaned.

You made sure to look into his eyes when you opened your mouth and sank down on him, you knew he was vocal in bed and it was one of your favourite details. His hand gripped your hair tighter, forcing you down without much thought.

Your hands rested on his thighs, you let him control your movements. He was so lost in you, when his eyes weren’t closed they were on you. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured. “So pretty, so pretty with my cock in your mouth. You like that don’t you? Does it taste good, baby?” He coaxed, you pulled off his cock, crawling up to him and pushing your tongue in his mouth.

His tongue rolled around yours, tasting himself on your tongue. “Taste so good,” you giggled, biting your lip. You planted kisses along his neck, making sure to suck in his skin and leave marks.

“That’s it baby, let that bitch know who I belong to,” he growled. His voice had gotten deeper, both from the sleep and the pleasure you provided for him. You made your way back down to his cock, a bead of pre cum gathering at his tip.

You licked it off before sinking your mouth down all the way, going as long as you could before having to come up for air.

His hand forced your head back down, you let out a moan around his cock, you loved it when he was rough. He worked you lower every so often until finally, he pushed you down so your nose was against his pelvis. “Holy fuck, baby.” He moaned, breath shaky and tongue toying with his lip wring. “Choke on my cock, baby, fuck!”

Each moan he let out was closer together, you could tell he was close. Every so often his cock would twitch in your mouth, the pitch of his moans getting higher each time one was let out. “So close baby, so fucking close.” He whined, feeling you hollow your cheeks around him. “Yes, yes!” His whines were so high pitched, like music to your ears.

His hand tightened around your hair as he came, his whines long and repetitive. You felt his cum filling up your mouth, the hot liquid shooting down your throat. “Fuck, baby.. your mouth is so good,” he moaned, taking deep breaths.

Jungkook let go of your hair, but you didn’t take your mouth away. He was confused as he felt you swallow, some of his release spilling out the sides of your mouth. “Y/n, what are you, oh-“ he moaned, unable to finish his sentence.

Slowly, he caught on to what you were trying. You were so skilled with your mouth and it was overstimulating him quickly. “So good, too god ughhh,” he whimpered. You pinned his hands at his side, his toes curling when you teased his head.

“Hmm,” you moaned around him. His hips bucked up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and triggering your gag reflex, which only made him more sensitive.

“I can’t, y/n please I can’t take it.” His moans turned to whimpers as you moved your head faster. You had to hold his hips down with your hands, but they still squirmed underneath you.

He was much stronger than you, there was no doubt that he could overpower you if he really wanted to. It could be because of the pleasure you caused him, or because he liked it. “Oh, oh fuck!”

His arms reached behind him and latched onto the headboard, his knees bent, and his thighs twitched on either side of your head.

You sank down all the way, his cock almost halfway down your throat. You looked up at his face, his fluffy brown hair was sweaty and stuck to his forehead, his eyes were either squinting down at you or completely pressed closed. His lips hung open slightly, sometimes his teeth would pull his bottom lips into his mouth, but now he was more focused on your movements.

“Baby please,” he begged, absolutely losing it when your hands came up to squeeze his balls. “You’re gonna make me cum, oh my god, so sensitive.”

This was exactly the reaction you wanted from him, your fiancé had been so uptight lately, so stressed. All you wanted to do was help him relax, help him feel good. Besides, it was empowering to see this big dominant man shiver under your touch.

Jungkook let out a lewd moan, his cock twitching furiously in your mouth. Without a word, he came in your mouth for the second time, his eyes wet and tears streaming down his cheeks. He was so beautiful, so ethereal.

You swallowed everything, coaxing him through his climax and took your mouth away from his cock with a pop. You crawled back up to him, taking him in your arms and letting him wrap his around your waist. “You’re so mean,” he breathed, looking at you with beautiful brown eyes that were illuminated by the moonlight.

“Sh, you know you liked it,” you tease. With a smirk, Jungkook mustered up any strength he had left and rolled over so he was laying on top of you, completely crushing you with his weight. “Jungkook!” You exclaimed, he moved off of you just a bit, majority of his body still on you.

“I did enjoy it, thanks honey.” He gave you a sweet kiss, the faint taste of him on your lips. You have him a small smile and nodded before finally going back to sleep.

[cheapieclassic]

🌿🌻Hello friends, I hope you're all out frolicking in the long grass 🌻🌿🐛

I made this lush green dress with deadstock cotton from our local re-use center. The bust drawstring really works, so I am very proud of my single buttonhole 😂

Styled with all thrifted items - leather bag, cardigan and silver shell pendant.

[mcrvel]

STRAY KIDS DOMINATE NFL APPROVED TOUR BAG

We made a bag :) we worked really really hard on the bag :) and made it so you can actually fit merch and look cute while standing in the pits for HOURS, and it comes with a bunch of freebies AND a Aussie VIP Merch Giveaway so, you know 😏

Details under the read me :)

NFL Compliant: Verified directly with venues, this bag meets regulations while keeping a practical size. NFL TOUR BAG ALLOWANCE GUIDE on our website

Mini Size available for Seattle and LA allowances - Please note, these are extremely limited and do not have as much stock allowance as the Deluxe bags. Due to this, we are only releasing the mini during public sales, as we want everyone to have a fair go.

Spacious & Secure: Unlike other tiny NFL-approved bags, ours is designed to hold all your merch and keep it safe—even in the pit!

Member Chain: Turns into a bracelet for you to wear during or after the show and have as a keepsake! (this item has already been upgraded, see last photo)

Extra Spacious Design: More room for your merch and essentials. (Fits 2 shirts, 1 cap in the back with space for freebie trades, keeping the front for your personal items! [or even more merch])

Customisable: Add Chains, Keyrings, Photocard holders to your bag to make it completely yours. (As shown in photos)

Exclusive Keepsake Ticket Freebie: Modelled off the Japan leg VIP ticket, you can now have your very own keepsake customised to your concert location!

ATE Faux Leather Strap: To give your outfit that extra "pop" and keep the bag with a high quality look and feel

ATE-Inspired Design: This bag showcases ATE graphics straight from their ATE Album releases, perfectly aligning with the tour theme.

Subtle Style: No one wants to only use a bag once! Proudly show off your SKZ bag while enjoying its versatility. With minimal Stray Kids branding, it’s perfect for everyday use—only STAYs will recognise it!

DominATE Silk Drawstring Dustbag Freebie: An extra themed dustbag to give you more space for all your merch essentials. Just tie it on and dance the night away!

Four Rings for Balance: Multiple rings let you attach all your bias-themed goods for a perfectly balanced, customized look, instead of having to only add them to zippers or hooks.

Secure Lightstick Holder: Made with durable elastic to keep your lightstick tightly in place and protected from accidental slips.

Don’t miss out—limited stock available! Order now and get everything you need for the best concert experience.

[moonselune]

Hi i love u 🩷

Can we get dark Shadowheart casting a love spell on a reluctant reader/tav, her unrequited love?

Hi i love u too 🩷 thank you so much for the request !

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MotherSuperior!Shadowheart x reader | What it takes to love me

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The night was suffocatingly quiet, broken only by the faint rustle of fabric as you packed the last of your belongings into a small leather bag. Your hands trembled with every item you placed inside. You tried to steady yourself, tried to justify your actions. 

This isn’t betrayal, you told yourself. This is survival.

As you pulled the drawstring tight, you felt a chill creep up your spine, a cold weight that settled in your chest before you even turned around. Then came the voice, low and venomous, slicing through the silence like a blade.

“What are you doing?”

You froze, your heart hammering against your ribs. Slowly, you turned, dread pooling in your stomach. Shadowheart stood in the doorway, her silhouette illuminated by the faint glow of torchlight. Her eyes were dark pools of fury, glittering with unshed tears and something far more dangerous—betrayal.

“I asked you,” she repeated, her voice trembling with restrained rage, “what are you doing?”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. You felt as if you were standing on the edge of a precipice, one wrong move away from plummeting into the abyss.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you stammered, your voice weak and hollow. Her gaze flicked to the bag in your hands, then back to your face.

“Not what it looks like?” she hissed, stepping into the room. Her movements were slow, deliberate, like a predator cornering its prey. “You were going to leave me. Weren’t you?”

“No!” you protested, backing up instinctively. “I wasn’t—”

“Don’t lie to me!” she screamed, her voice breaking with the force of her anger. With a sharp flick of her wrist, magic crackled in the air, dark tendrils twisting around the bag in your hands.

Before you could react, the bag ignited, flames consuming it in an instant. The heat singed your skin as the bag disintegrated into ash. You stumbled back, clutching your burned hand to your chest.

“Shadowheart, please,” you gasped, your voice shaking.

“After everything I’ve done for you,” she spat, advancing on you. Her face was a mask of fury and pain, tears streaking down her cheeks. “After everything I’ve sacrificed, and this is how you repay me?”

Her magic flared again, the shadows in the room twisting unnaturally, their tendrils snaking toward you. The air grew thick, heavy with her power.

“You’re going to abandon me,” she said, her voice trembling, her hands balled into fists. “Just like everyone else. You’re no different. You’re a coward! A wretch!”

“I’m not abandoning you!” you cried, your back hitting the wall as you tried to put space between you and her. “I just—please, let’s talk about this.”

“Talk?” she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. “You’ve made your choice. I can see it in your eyes. You’re already gone.”

Her words cut deep, but the magic surging around her terrified you more. The tendrils lashed out, snapping inches from your face, and you flinched.

“Shadowheart, stop!” you pleaded, your voice breaking in petrified desperation. “You’re scaring me.”

“Good,” she said coldly, stepping closer. “Maybe now you’ll understand what it feels like. Maybe now you’ll feel even a fraction of what I feel every time I think about losing you.”

You raised your hands, trying to placate her. “I’m not leaving. I swear. I love you, I—”

“Liar!” she screamed, and the shadows slammed into the wall beside your head, cracking the wood. You cried out, shrinking away from her, your heart pounding in your chest.

Her breathing was ragged, her body trembling as she stared down at you. For a moment, you thought she might stop, that she might listen to reason. But then her expression shifted, her fury giving way to something colder, more calculating.

“You don’t love me,” she said softly, her voice chilling in its calm. “Not the way you should. But I can fix that.”

Your blood ran cold. “What are you talking about?”

She began to chant, her voice low and resonant with ancient power. The room darkened further, the shadows closing in around you like a vice. You tried to move, to run, but your body refused to obey.

“Shadowheart, no,” you begged, your voice shaking. “Please don’t do this.”

But she didn’t stop. The magic seeped into the air, wrapping around you, suffocating you with its weight. You gasped as it viciously tore through your mind, a flood of emotions overwhelming you.

The fear, the doubt, the desire to leave—all of it was washed away, replaced by an all-consuming adoration for the woman before you. A love so fierce you felt as if you were choking on it. You fell to your knees, tears streaming down your face as you looked up at her.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, your voice trembling with raw emotion. Your head bowed in shame. You were disgusted with yourself, how could you do this to the one you love entirely? “I was wrong. I—I don’t know what I was thinking. Please, forgive me.”

Her lips curled into a smile, cold and triumphant. She knelt before you, her hands cupping your face as if you were something fragile, something she had to protect. Something you now were. She brushed a hand through your hair as if brushing away the last fragments of your free will.

“It’s okay, my love,” she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I’ll take care of you. You’re mine, and I’ll never let you go.”

You nodded frantically, your thoughts consumed by her, your heart beating only for her. Whatever had driven you to pack that bag, to try and leave, was gone, buried beneath the weight of her magic.

All that mattered now was Shadowheart. And she knew it.

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dw guys i didn't abandon y'all after i got veilguard. I hope you guys enjoyed this - icl, mother superior shadowheart scares me as well. Happy New Year to all of you out there, let's hope this ones a better one! - Seluney xox

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[bebemoon]

look for the name JANIK (requested by @janikc) | miu miu oversized pullover sweater (a/w 1997), goa khaki cargo pants w/ ankle drawstrings to adjust length, dirk bikkembergs brown leather hole boots (c. 1998), hanae mori "hm" eau de parfum (lemon, lavender, jasmine, tonka bean, vanilla, woody notes), alexander wang beige leather hobo zipper bag

[artsyagnostis]

So for Christmas I have a friend whose favorite movie is Howl's Moving Castle, so I decided to sew him a drawstring bag based on Calcifer.

Aside from occasional mending I haven't sewn anything except one very simple drawstring bag from elementary school, but for some reason I wanted to take on this project anyway, and I actually really like how it turned out???

I was so excited during the process I took a bunch of photos - the first one was a mock-up I cut from paper to help visualize before actually cutting the fabrics. So uhhh, here's the process!

(Unfortunately I think I may have mucked around with my camera settings, the bag is pretty vibrant in color, and not as faded as the yellow in particular looks.)

The biggest set-back I came across was I had bought a nice leather cord to use for the drawstring that I could not rope through for love or money so I had to use embroidery thread for the drawstring instead. But besides that I'm pretty happy with the result, especially for a beginner!

I used embroidery thread around the eyes and mouth because I felt the black outlines was actually a crucial part in Calcifer's character design. And used it around the flame as well but that's more because the yellow fabric is a cheaper fabric and I didn't want it to start fraying. 😅And I didn't take a photo but it's two layers and the interior fabric matches the mouth.

It's hardly professional looking but despite its imperfections I think it's honestly pretty darn cute! I really hope my friend likes it, or at least finds the effort endearing. Personally I might have to make a second one for myself - it was always intended as a gift but I'm actually gonna be sad to see it go!

[tumblehcendrum]

@sapphicshart tagged me in a steal my stuff which i guess is about listing stuff in your space and seeing what people want to take. I shall restrict it to my bedroom floor.

[lilja4ever]

Guyssss this perfume is so delicious..i am typically anti floral but something about a citrus rose just gets me. Smells like a chic woman's purse dumped out on her dinner table - lemon candy, rose petals inside a tiny drawstring bag for luck, and a sleek leather wallet. je recommande :)

[peterfields]

Sunday essentials, today with...

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-Vintage Material Drawstring Bag, Shoe Last Door Stopper and Giant Brass Safety Pin by #puebco

-Leather Gym Bag in Brown by #johnwoodbridge

-Le Short „Cargo Denim Selvedge“ and Le Tricot Basic natural by #fleursdebagne

-Brick Shape Box in Wood - Original by #peterfields

-Small Budget and Loadstar Keyhook by #thesuperiorlabor

-TRC Template Bookmark Number and Spiral Ring Notebook Blank DW Kraft Paper B6 by #travelerscompany