#like it needs some adjusting but i could do it in the main fabric i think

[arsenicflame]

so like.... i could just jump into making my janet cosplay right now if i wanted to. i shouldnt.... but should i?

[petermorwood]

More on pre-electricity lighting.

Interesting to see this one pop up again after nearly two years - courtesy of @dduane, too! :->

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After experiencing a couple more storm-related power cuts since my original post, as well as a couple of after-dark garden BBQs, I've come to the conclusion that C.J. Cherryh puts far too much emphasis on "how dark things were pre-electric light".

For one thing eyes adjust, dilating in dim light to gather whatever illumination is available. Okay, if there's none, there's none - but if there's some, human eyes can make use of it, some better or just faster than others. They're the ones with "good night vision".

Think, for instance, of how little you can see of your unlit bedroom just after you've turned off the lights, and how much more of it you can see if you wake up a couple of hours later.

There's also that business of feeling your way around, risking breaking your neck etc. People get used to their surroundings and, after a while, can feel their way around a familiar location even in total darkness with a fair amount of confidence.

Problems arise when Things Aren't Where They Should Be (or when New Things Arrive) and is when most trips, stumbles, hacked shins and stubbed toes happen, but usually - Lego bricks and upturned UK plugs aside - non-light domestic navigation is incident-free.

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Here are a couple of pics from one of those BBQs: one candle and a firepit early on, then the candle, firepit and an oil lamp much later, all much more obvious than DD's iPad screen.

Though I remain surprised at how well my phonecam was handling this low light, my own unassisted eyes were doing far better. For instance, that area between the table and the firepit wasn't such an impenetrable pool of darkness as it appears in the photo.

I see (hah!) no reason why those same Accustomed Eyes would have any more difficulty with candles or oil lamps as interior lighting, even without the mirrors or reflectors in my previous post.

With those, and with white interior walls, things would be even brighter. There's a reason why so many reconstructed period buildings in Folk Museums etc. are (authentically) whitewashed not just outside but inside as well. It was cheap, had disinfectant qualities, and was a reflective surface. Win, win and win.

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All right, there were no switches to turn on a light. But there was no need for what C.J. describes as stumbling about to reach the fire, because there were tinderboxes and, for many centuries before them, flint and steel. Since "firesteels" have been heraldic charges since the 1100s, the actual tool must have been in use for even longer.

Tinderboxes were fire-starter sets with flint, steel and "tinder" all packed into (surprise!) a box. The tinder was easily lit ignition material, often "charcloth", fabric baked in an airtight jar or tin which would now start to glow just from a spark.

They're mentioned in both "The Hobbit" and "The Lord of the Rings". Oddly enough, "Hobbit" mentions matches in a couple of places, but I suspect that's a carry-over from when it was just a children's story, not part of the main Legendarium.

Tinderboxes could be simple, just a basic flint-and-steel kit with some tinder for the sparks to fall on...

...or elaborate like this one, with a fancy striker, charcloth, kindling material and even wooden "spills" (long splinters) to transfer flame to a candle or the kindling...

This tinderbox even doubles as a candlestick, complete with a snuffer which would have been inside along with everything else.

Here's a close-up of the striker box with its inner and outer lids open:

What looks like a short pencil with an eraser is actually the striker. A bit of tinder or charcloth would have been pulled through that small hole in the outer lid, which was then closed.

There was a rough steel surface on the lid, and the striker was scraped along it, like so:

This was done for a TV show or film, so the tinder was probably made more flammable with, possibly, lighter fuel. That would be thoroughly appropriate, since a Zippo or similar lighter works on exactly the same principle.

A real-life version of any tinderbox would usually just produce glowing embers needing blown on to make a flame, which is shown sometimes in movies - especially as a will-it-light-or-won't-it? tension build - but is usually a bit slow and non-visual for screen work.

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There were even flintlock tinderboxes which worked with the same mechanism as those on firearms. Here's a pocket version:

Here are a couple of bedside versions, once again complete with a candlestick:

And here are three (for home defence?) with a spotlight candle lantern on one side and a double-trigger pistol on the other.

Pull one trigger to light the candle, pull the other trigger to fire the gun.

What could possibly go wrong? :-P

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Those pistol lanterns, magnified by lenses, weren't just to let their owner see what they were shooting at: they would also have dazzled whatever miscreant was sneaking around in the dark, irises dilated to make best use of available glimmer.

Swordsmen both good and bad knew this trick too, and various fight manuals taught how to manage a thumb-shuttered lamp encountered suddenly in a dark alley.

There's a sword-and-lantern combat in the 1973 "Three Musketeers" between Michael York (D'Artagnan) and Christopher Lee (Rochefort), which was a great idea.

Unfortunately it failed in execution because the "Hollywood Darkness" which let viewers see the action, wasn't dark enough to emphasise the hazards / advantages of snapping the lamps open and shut.

This TV screencap (can't get a better one, the DVD won't run in a computer drive) shows what I mean.

In fact, like the photos of the BBQ, this image - and entire fight - looks even brighter through "real eyes" than with the phonecam. Just as there can be too much dark in a night scene, there can also be too much light.

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One last thing I found when assembling pics for the post were Folding Candle-lanterns.

They were used from about the mid-1700s to the later 20th century (Swiss Army ca. 1978) as travel accessories and emergency equipment, and IMO - I've Made A Note - they'd fit right into a fantasy world whose tech level was able to make them.

The first and last are reproductions: this one is real, from about 1830.

The clear part was mica - a transparent mineral which can be split into thin flexible sheets - while others use horn / parchment, though both of these are translucent rather than transparent. Regardless, all were far less likely to break than glass.

One or two inner surfaces were usually tin, giving the lantern its own built-in reflector, and tech-level-wise, tin as a shiny or decorative finish has been used since Roman times.

I'm pretty sure that top-of-the-line models could also have been finished with their own matching, maybe even built-in, tinderboxes.

And if real ones didn't, fictional ones certainly could. :->

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Yet more period lighting stuff here, including flintlock alarm clocks (!)

[luvwestwood]

"Off Limits" - Gojo Satoru

4,120 words.

warnings. n*sfw (18+), tongue piercing satoru, substance use, satoru is a plug, fuckboy! satoru, oral sex (he eats your pussy OUT) , both characters 🚬 🍃, resolved sexual tension, porn with a BIT of plot, mildly dubious consent, fucking at a party, he makes you squirt

notes. this was originally posted on my ao3, which is much more longer. i've shortened it down and fixed errors I made on ao3 originally (see if you could notice what it is 😭)for tumblr so its more of an easy read! <3

banner cred. @/yunonoai on twt/ig

You had about an hour and half to get ready, before you had to make your way to the Mappa Frat House down the street. Chloe's brother, Satoru, and his friends were inviting you two to some house party they held every year building up to Halloween.

To be real, it took you A LOT of convincing for Chloe to have you come to the party with her. You were never a party person. The thought of throwing up your guts after your system has consumed all types of shit. Or the annoying guys that slap your ass from behind in hopes of getting time with you in the bedrooms upstairs.

You were the total opposite of Chloe, and honestly, you envied her. She was a social butterfly who could blend in with anyone if she needed to, and she was evidently liked by the other students of any clique out there.

Oh, and by party animal, I mean it. Dresses in every colour, length and pattern. Heels of every inch and style. She just knew what to do. Practically, if you got her to go to your party, that's how you'd know if it was a good fucking party. 

Sitting in front of your desk finishing your makeup, which you were surprisingly good at, you giggle as you watch Chloe attached a lasso to her waist.

She had looked really cute in her Woody costume, and you were in fact, dressed as a sexy Buzz Lightyear. Earlier on at Ann Summers, Chloe was begging for you to match with her. You couldn’t refuse. It was a 2 for 1 sale anyway..

You smiled as she started to record a few tiktoks before hitting the road.

"I'm gonna have so much fun with this rope tonight."

"Mhm.." you let out a hum as you focus on doing your eyeliner. It was hard not to laugh at what she said, but you managed to suppress a giggle.

You lined some lashes with glue before placing them on your lash line. Your makeup was flawless tonight, and you were grateful because it had been quite some time since you've done a full glam. A bit of setting spray, and you spun your chair around to face Chloe.

It was as if she was a proud mother from what she was seeing in front of her. "Gorgeous! You look like a doll. A sexy one. Stand up really quickly, let's take a few pictures before heading out."

You stumbled a bit from the high heeled boots you were wearing, and you had to adjust the fabric your ass was practically eating as you stood up. You and Chloe took a few cute pictures before heading out to the Mappa House.

As you guys got there, it was already packed with all shit ton of people spread out on the front lawn doing all sorts of stuff.

The loud music from the inside could be heard from where you were standing. People were smoking, making out, doing keg stands.

Honestly, Chloe was right. You looked at a group of girls huddled and chatting near the door, and one caught your eye. The girl was wearing nothing but black tape on her boobs and underwear.

You nudge Chloe. “Chlo, what is she meant to be..?”

She giggled a bit before replying, “Who knows.”

You got a bit nervous as you walked on the path leading up to the main door. Spooky Halloween decorations were all over the House, and sometimes you were unable to tell what and what's not a decoration..

A man was standing just inside the door, it seemed like he was waiting for Chloe.

The guy dressed up as Johnny Cage from Mortal Kombat. You'd never seen him before, and he looked a bit intimidating.

You heard Chloe call out to the man. "Kento!" ..So that's his name. You stood behind Chloe like a loser as she gave him a hug. She pulled away and stayed pressed up against him. 

He smiled, "I'm glad you came. And who's this pretty girl?"

Kento turned to you as you looked at Chloe, she held you close to her too and gave you a proper introduction. "This is my best friend and room-mate, I convinced her to come along tonight!"

You returned the smile to him, he seemed like an okay guy. "Hi, nice to meet you."

Chloe winked at you, and you smirked, knowing what it meant. You gave her the look of approval as she took her lasso and tied it around Kento, pulling him to a room somewhere in the house.

You laughed as you made your way to the kitchen, after they disappeared up the stairs. How outrageous.

It was more quiet, which you liked. Making your way to the far end of the kitchen, you opened the fridge and scanned what's inside. You decided to take a small can of Pepsi. You sighed as you turned around, closing the fridge shut with your butt.

The presence of someone behind all along startled you, leaning against the island watching you this whole time. 

"Oh my fuck. Why are you creeping up on people like that?"

It was a person, assumingly a guy, his face covered with a ghostface mask. He was dressed in all black. A simple black fitted tee and jeans. He had a fake knife strapped to his belt.

The mysterious guy took off his mask, and placed it on the counter behind him. Of course, It was Satoru, Chloe's brother.

You let out a labored sigh as you leaned against the fridge, unable to move.

"I'm surprised you showed up tonight, I thought you never will."

You slowly slid to the right trying to escape him, turning your back to face Satoru as you popped the can open on the counter. "...It was a last minute decision."

"Seems like you got a costume too, huh?" Eyes sliding down your body as he finished his sentence.

Your eyes widen, realising your ass was on show to him this whole time. I'll kill this man if he thinks I'm up to no good.

You quickly turn back around to face him with the front of your body, and it didn't do you any justice as he was just met with your almost exposed chest. Party in the front, party in the back.

"I'm not complaining, you look good." he reassured you, trailing his eyes down your body from head to toe.

"..Thanks." Quickly, you took a huge sip from the can as you looked at him. This drink will only un-calm my nerves.

"I'm actually not into parties myself either." he spoke, and you almost choked on your drink.

"You? THE Satoru Gojo? I wasn't expecting that."

"No, I just like more intimate parties. Big ones like these annoy me. I don't know and don't care about 3/4 of the people who are here."

He continued, “You wanna come with? I’m going upstairs. There’s one last free room. And that’s the master room.”

Chloe was already busy, and there wasn’t really anyone else you could talk to around here. You had no choice.

”Hmm, okay. I’ll follow.”

He made sure to grab his mask from the counter, and the two of you left the kitchen.

As you made your way up the stairs, you could feel other girls eyes piercing through your back like daggers. Luckily, they couldn’t recognise you that easily.

By the time you set foot on the upstairs landing, you called out to him. "Satoru," you continued, "Who's room is this even?"

"Suguru’s, but it's cool. He won't give a fuck."

You followed behind him for a bit until you reached the master bedroom.

”Lock the door if you don’t want people coming into this room eating each other’s faces off.”

You blankly stared at him for a bit before turning back around to twist the lock. The music from downstairs turned faint and so did the chatter.

For a frat house, Suguru’s room was actually clean, you expected dirty plates and what-ever-the-fuck to litter the rest of the room, but the only exception was the clothes scattered on the ground. You watched and sat yourself down on the bed as he rummaged through the drawers for something.  Is he… reaching for a.. 

He picked up a lighter from deep inside the drawer, taking a joint out that was untouched from the same drawer, but kept away in a tiny zip bag. Phew.

”You smoke?”

You looked at him. “What do you think?”

”I’m guessing no.” You didn't know if you were to be butthurt by his quick and certain answer, but you don't see a reason why you should be anyways. His words went a bit quiet as he concentrated on sparking the joint between his fingers.

He took a hit from the joint as soon as it was burning perfectly. “Damn, that shits good.”

”Is Suguru not gonna be pissed if he finds out you took that..?” You questioned him.

”..Who do you think sold this stuff to him?” He flashed his famous smile as he saw the priceless look on your face.

You chewed on your lip and looked at the ground. “Oh, right.. yeah.”

You forgot that Satoru was basically the one who sold 🍃 on and off the campus.

He walked over to you, and sat beside you on the edge of the bed. “You don’t wanna try?”

Satoru took another hit before blowing the smoke out on his right side, making sure it doesn’t hit your face.

“I don’t know. I’ve never done it before, plus I’m scared.” You continued, “More scared I’ll start coughing like a bitch that I’d make a fool out of myself.”

Even though the only source of light came from the bedside lamp, you could still see that his eyes were glossy, and at this point a tiny bit bloodshot. “I could teach you, here.”

He held out the joint towards you, the smell was so strong it was probably sticking to your clothes by now.

”Quick, it’s burning away for no reason.”

You held the joint between your fingers like a cigarette, and looked at him for assurance.

”No, not like that.” He took your fingers and placed it properly between your pointer and thumb. “You look like a loser if you hold it like a cigarette.”

”Okay, what now.”

”Do it, take a hit.”

You stared at it before bringing it to your lips. Satoru spoke from beside you.

”Like, almost as if you’re sucking. Make sure it really gets to here.” He points to his chest.

You slightly squint your eyes as you take a mistakingly big hit.

”Now hold it for a bit, then exhale. It’s gonna hit better.”

The joint left your lips as you held it for like two seconds, and you let out a laboured exhale.

“Good girl, see? No coughing.”

You passed it back to him and Satoru takes another hit.

”..How’d I know if it hit me?”

He smirked, “You’ll just know. Don’t worry, I got you.”

All of a sudden, it felt like everything slowed down and your face was being grabbed to the ground.

You felt a bit relaxed knowing that Satoru was beside you, and you managed to take a hit without embarrassing yourself and going all snotty.

Unwillingly, you take the joint back from his hand to take another hit.

”What happened to Ms. I don’t smoke?”

You rolled your eyes before you passed it back to him again. 

Satoru smiled at your reaction before speaking again. “You wanna play a game?” 

Stomach churning, and not really liking where this is going, you answered. “..like what?”

”I ask you a couple questions and you answer, then you do the same to me.”

You snickered. “Isn’t that just called ‘getting to know each other’?”

”Yeah, I just wanted to make it sound more interesting.”

“Okay, why not.”

“How about, if you refuse to answer a question you take off one piece of clothing.”

You looked at him with a , ‘nice try’ face. ”Nuh uh. Not happening. Just ask the questions.”

”Aww, it was worth a shot.”

��Start asking questions or I’ll change my mind,” you changed your position on the bed to lie down on your stomach. It was more comfortable than stiffly sitting on the edge of the bed.

”You ever had a boyfriend?”

”Once. But I was like sixteen.”

Satoru just nods. “Your turn.”

“Did getting your tongue piercing hurt?”

He turned to you and smirked, “I’m surprised you noticed it. But nahh. Not really, it was just the healing process that hurted.”

Your face slightly grew warm, “…Yeah, I noticed it yesterday.”

He just smiles, and asks his second question. “You ever gotten your pussy ate before?”

You swallowed your spit as you propped yourself up slightly. “I’m sorry, what?”

”You heard me.” He takes another hit of the joint even though it’s almost shrunken to the smallest it can be.

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “…No.”

”…Good.” Satoru muttered, but you couldn’t really hear.

It was your turn to ask question again.

”..Why’d you want to get it pierced anyways?”

”Dunno. Why’d you think?”

Silence and tension grew between the two of you. You didn’t know if the naughty answer that crossed your mind was right or wrong. 

You didn’t know if it was the temperature of the room or the shit you smoked. You avoided answering his question.

”…Y-your turn to ask the question.”

His next question came out immediately.

“..Wanna see for yourself?”

Your breath hitched as he spoke. You didn’t know what to say. And you didn’t know what he meant.

”Is that a question you’re using up or are you just saying that… as a joke..”

Satoru stood up and walked over to the dresser, placing his costume props on top. In fact, he took everything out of his pockets and placed it on the dresser. 

You watched him glance at his phone for a bit, reading all the messages from his other homies before placing it down on the dresser and not replying.

A pool was forming between your legs, and you gently clamped them together while still lying down.

You’d be lying if you said you totally didn’t want to strip everything off and be naked by the time he turns back around. But you kept your composure.

Satoru turned back around, walking back to the bed. He sat on the same edge he was on a few minutes ago.

”And what if I do wanna find out,” You spoke, testing the waters.

His voice was laced with honesty. “I don’t want to push you out of your boundaries, we don’t have to do this. We can forget that this happened and my sister won’t ever know I was near you.”

A few thoughts were racing through your mind. I mean, Chloe was busy, you literally had weed in your system and you never thought you would’ve. There’s a first for everything, right?

You gently crawled over across the bed,  closer to him. “…No, I do want you to show me.” Your voice trailed off quietly, you grew shy as you drew back.

He turned his head behind to face you, and was able to see the sincerity in your eyes. Not gonna lie, he was very attractive. And I was literally begging to have his head between my legs.

You came closer to him again, and found yourself placing your lips on his first. The two of you melted into each other, with the lingering sexual tension finally resolved. 

The good girl act no longer existed, and time around you felt like it had stopped. This was something you needed, and you finally got it.

He was extremely gentle with his hands, and softly guided you to move back further onto the bed, placing your head down on the pillow.

You slightly squirmed as he placed his knee between your legs. He pulled away from your neck  before looking at you from above, caressing your cheek with his thumb. 

“Just relax doll, I’ll take care of everything.” He left you with a peck on the lips as he slowly peppered a trail of kisses down your body, going lower and lower.

Your breath hitched as he cupped both of his hands around each of your thighs, kissing your inner thigh as he looked up at you in between.

His hands were cold, and caused your nipples to harden from his touch. But the heat of your body cause him to warm up in no time. He paused for a moment. “Can I?”  Satoru points to your tiny shorts before you responded with a nod. You slid them off and threw them somewhere in the room. You’ll find those later.

You watched as he used his teeth to teasingly slide your thong off your body, down your legs. You grew goosebumps from the feeling of the fabric slowly gliding down your skin.

It was painfully slow, but it made you want him even more. He knew what he was doing, and for your first time getting eaten out, it was like winning the lottery if Satoru was the one doing it.

He took them from his mouth, and placed it in the back pocket of his jeans before kissing past your inner thigh, Satoru placed a wet kiss on your throbbing clit before doing a few small licks with his tongue.

The mixture between the metal of his piercing and tongue made you shudder, causing you to whine and clamp your thighs around his head gently.

You felt Satoru's soft hands grip slightly your skin firmer, spreading your legs more apart and keeping them wide open for him. You were expecting his hands to be cold, but surprisingly your skin was met with his warm touch. He sucked on your clit gently, before lapping at it again hungrily.

Your two hands were occupied themselves, one grabbed onto his hair and the other clutched onto the sheets beside you. He only pushed his tongue deeper into you, basically gently fucking your hole with it.

Practically losing your mind from how good Satoru made you feel, you could tell he was enjoying every single noise and reaction you made. You felt the way he smiled against your dripping cunt as he cycled from sucking to licking.

”…Don’t.. stop..” you continued, in short breaths. “…Please”

He hummed gently with his eyes closed, his lips glossed with his spit and the juices from your pussy, and the sound of someone’s phone ringing echoed in your ears, releasing you from your trance.

You looked down at him annoyed as he hauled his head up from your legs. “Not my phone, mines silent on the dresser.”

You turned to the far end of the bed to your left and saw your phone screen was flashing. Reaching for it, you saw Chloe was the one calling.

Turning the phone screen for Satoru to see, he squinted his eyes a bit to read who the caller was. “You can answer,”

Before answering the call you laughed a bit, as you saw how ridiculous you made him look after grabbing his hair.

”Chloe?” You watched Satoru as he tried to listen in on the conversation.

He whispered, “Put it on speaker.”

You nodded, and Chloe could be heard on the other line speaking.

”Hey girl, just checking on you. You okay?” You heard her and Kento giggle as she tried to speak over the phone. But it was a bit louder around her, so that means they were with a bunch of other people now.

”Yeah, I’m…” Your eyes widen and flutter as felt as Satoru placed his head back down between your thighs, slowly and slightly lapping at your clit again with the cold metal orb on his tongue causing you to throb again.

You felt as he carelessly swirled his tongue around like there’s no tomorrow, but this time he let one of your legs go and thrusted a finger in and out of your hole, emitting a squelching noise as he continuously sucked, stimulating you like crazy.

The pleasure overwhelmed you, and you had to bite down on your bottom lip to suppress a moan.

”Heyyy, you there?”

You were unable to answer as your own words became nothing but breathy as you try to form a sentence.

”…Y-Yeah, everything’s fine. I’m in the…b-bathroom.” You felt his lips curl into a smirk against your inner thigh for a second time as he heard your little lie over the phone.

You furrow your brows, making an “O” shape with your mouth.

Your hand holding the phone fell flat onto the bed, and by now you were no longer listening to whatever Chloe was saying on the other side of the line. Your mind was clouded, and the knot in your stomach tightened as you felt an orgasm approaching.

Lucky for you, Chloe ended the call less than ten seconds ago as it seems like she was busy with something else. Hopefully Kento.

He felt the way you quivered even more than last time, and held one of your legs over his left shoulder as he thrusted another finger in, still lapping and sucking at your dripping cunt as your breathing quickened, becoming irregular.

”Cum all over my face,” He murmured against your warm lips, and that did it for you. You liked the way he was gentle with his hands, slowly using one to rub your thigh on his left shoulder. He was deep in there, and he ate your pussy like it was a five course meal.

You watched as him as you rode out your orgasm, your head falling back against the pillow. Your mind was all over the place as you endlessly squirted all over his fingers that curled inside of you to aid your high, and felt as you slightly pushed your body more towards him.

“S-shit..” Was all you could say. You saw the way the piercing was exposed for a split second as he stuck his tongue out, the juices from your release dripping all over his mouth.

As he gently pulled away from between your legs, a ‘pop’ noise was heard after he gave your clit one last suck. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way his face was soaking wet.  Luckily it didn’t go past his above nose. Or he’d be partially blind for the rest of the night.

The neck of his shirt managed to be slightly soaked with splatters from your juices. But he didn’t care.

“..You got a little something on your face..” You say, pointing to your mouth with your finger to tell him where it was.

He smiled, and you watched as he used his tongue to wipe the corners of his mouth, but took a random towel hanging off the door to wipe the rest off his cheek.

“Damn, Suguru’s gonna be pissed when he sees how soaked his sheets are.” Satoru laughed as he looked at you still with your legs spread out, trying to recover.

No can do, the towel that was previously used by Satoru was passed to you after.

The wet circle underneath you had expanded from soaking into the sheets for too long. Satoru grabs your shorts that landed just in front of the door and tossed them back to you, but as he walked away a knock could be heard.

It was Suguru, of course it was. “Yo, whoever’s in there is cheeky enough to lock my own damn door!”

You quickly slid on your shorts as you turned to the body mirror beside you, combing your hair with your fingers.

Honestly, you were a bit upset that your fun was cut short. But you couldn’t stay for too long or eventually someone would break the door down.

“Man shut the hell up, it’s me, Satoru. I’m in here.” He responded. You watched him in the mirror as he slowly came up behind you, turning you around and gave you a sweet peck on the lips. Making sure you knew he didn’t just want to leave you hanging like that. That you weren’t just a toy to him.

The two of you walked to the door, twisting the lock to it. “Here, you go out first. I’m right behind you.”

You nod as you left the room, and shyly smiled at Suguru on your way out who was dumbfounded, followed by Satoru behind you.

And of course, Suguru couldn’t help but notice your pink thong that was still hanging off Satoru’s back pocket.

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⤳ as always, thank you for the love on each and every one of my posts. 🎀🩷

[rootedinrevisions]

Off the Red Carpet

SUMMARY: You accompany Glen to a red carpet event, and you get to watch him be in his element- the chaos of flashing cameras and the glitz of the red carpet- firsthand. As Glen navigates the spotlight, you remain behind the scenes, quietly proud of the star he's become, all while cherishing the connection between you that exists when the cameras aren't on.

A/N: This idea was originally from @hunterthecharmer thank you for the idea and for giving me the okay to try my hand at writing this! Hope you enjoy it!

WARNINGS: None. This one is pretty fluffy.

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

The hotel suite hummed with quiet activity, a mix of soft music playing, and the occasional murmur of conversation from the main room.

The golden hues of sunset filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm light across the space. You stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing the gown over your hips. The fabric felt luxurious under your fingers, flowing softly into a gentle train. The way it hugged your figure made you feel like you belonged on the arm of someone like Glen, even if the thought of stepping into the spotlight still set your nerves on edge.

You took a deep breath, adjusting one of the delicate straps before reaching behind you to zip up the dress. Your fingers fumbled, unable to grasp the tiny pull. Frustration mixed with your growing nervousness, and you let out a soft sigh, glancing toward the closed door.

As if on cue, there was a knock.

“Babe? You almost ready?” Glen’s voice carried through the door, warm and familiar, a grounding force amidst your swirling thoughts.

“Almost,” you called back, your voice a little breathless. “But…I might need some help.”

The door creaked open, and Glen stepped inside, his eyes immediately finding you. The room seemed to still for a moment as his gaze swept over you, his usual easy smile softening into something more profound.

“Wow,” he said quietly, the word barely more than a breath.

You felt your cheeks warm under his stare. “Think you can help me with this?” you asked, turning slightly to show him the unzipped back of your dress.

He stepped closer, his movements unhurried, and gently brushed your hair to one side. “Of course,” he murmured, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin as he took hold of the zipper.

The soft tug of the fabric and the warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine. When he finished, his hands lingered for a moment, resting gently at your waist before he turned you to face him. His eyes roamed over you, and the quiet awe in his expression made your heart skip a beat.

“What do you think?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He took a step back, as if needing to take all of you in, and shook his head slightly, almost in disbelief. “I think,” he said, his voice low and sincere, “you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Your lips parted, but before you could respond, he reached up, his thumb brushing tenderly along your cheek. “Seriously,” he added, his tone soft but earnest. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

The emotion in his words made your chest tighten, and when he leaned in to kiss you, it wasn’t just an affectionate peck. It was slow and deliberate, his lips lingering on yours like he wanted to make sure you felt every ounce of what he couldn’t put into words.

“Glen,” his manager called from the other side. “We need to get going.”

Glen pulled back, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Guess that’s our cue.” He smiled down at you, taking your hand in his. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you said, though your voice carried a hint of uncertainty.

The soft click of the hotel room door echoed as you and Glen stepped into the hallway. The plush carpet muffled the sound of your heels, but walking in them while managing the delicate train of your gown was proving to be a challenge. You tried to discreetly gather the fabric in one hand, balancing it while taking careful steps, but the effort was less than graceful.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Glen glance down, his expression shifting to one of quiet amusement. Without a word, he slowed his pace, gently reaching for the trailing fabric of your gown.

“Here,” he said softly, gathering the train in one hand with practiced ease. “Let me take care of that.”

You blinked, surprised by the gesture. “Glen, you don’t have to—”

He cut you off with a small shake of his head, his lips curving into a warm smile. “I know I don’t have to,” he said, his tone light yet sincere. “But I want to. Can’t have you tripping before we even make it to the car.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at that, the sound easing some of the lingering nerves in your chest. As you resumed walking, you felt the gentle pressure of his other hand resting lightly at the small of your back, guiding you with an ease that felt so natural, so him.

When you reached the elevator, Glen shifted slightly, keeping hold of your gown as he pressed the call button with his free hand. The doors slid open with a quiet chime, and he gestured for you to step inside first, his hand never leaving its spot at your waist as you did.

Inside the elevator, you turned to look at him, your eyes meeting his. The golden lighting highlighted the soft yet focused expression on his face. “Thank you,” you said quietly, your voice filled with genuine gratitude.

He tilted his head slightly, his smile deepening. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said simply. “That’s what I’m here for.”

The sincerity in his words made your heart flutter, and you found yourself leaning into his touch ever so slightly as the elevator began its descent.

Glen caught the movement, his thumb brushing lightly against your back in response. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and just for you.

You nodded, feeling the corners of your lips tug upward. “Yeah,” you replied softly. “I just…I feel lucky.”

His smile widened, and he leaned down, pressing a quick, reassuring kiss to your temple. “Funny,” he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of playful charm. “Because I was just thinking the same thing.”

The elevator chimed again, signaling your arrival at the lobby. Glen stepped aside to let you exit first, but not before giving your waist one last gentle squeeze.

The lobby was alive with a low hum of activity, hotel staff bustling about and the faint chatter of guests mingling in the background. As you and Glen approached the doors, the distant sound of cameras clicking and voices calling out his name grew louder. Paparazzi were stationed just beyond the entrance, their flashes already bouncing off the glass.

Glen’s security team, always a step ahead, intercepted you both before you reached the main doors. One of them leaned in to speak quietly. “The parking garage is clear. We’ll take you through there to avoid the crowd.”

Glen nodded, his hand still resting lightly at the small of your back as the team led you toward a side corridor. The bright, polished floors of the lobby gave way to the dimmer, utilitarian lighting of the garage. The quiet hum of fluorescent lights above and the occasional echo of footsteps replaced the buzz of the crowd outside.

As you stepped into the cool expanse of the garage, your heels clicked softly against the concrete. You walked side by side with Glen, his presence steady and reassuring, until you came upon a patch of water glistening under the overhead lights. It stretched across the pathway, and your gaze dropped to the delicate hem of your gown, worry flickering across your face.

Before you could even voice your concern or attempt to maneuver around it, Glen reacted instinctively. “Hold on,” he said, his voice calm but firm.

Without hesitation, he bent slightly and swept you up into his arms as though you weighed nothing. A surprised laugh escaped your lips, your hands instinctively gripping his shoulders as he carried you effortlessly around the puddle.

“Glen!” you exclaimed, though your tone was more amused than admonishing. “You really didn’t have to do that.”

He glanced down at you, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let your dress get ruined before you even make it to the event?” he teased, his eyes sparkling with warmth.

Your cheeks flushed, but you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. “Still, I could’ve managed.”

“Maybe,” he said with a smirk as he set you gently back on your feet, his hands lingering at your waist to steady you. “But why make you do it when I’m right here?”

You shook your head, still smiling, as you adjusted your gown. Just then, his security team opened the back door of a black SUV with tinted windows. 

“Milady,” Glen said with a playful smile, gesturing for you to step in.

“Thank you,” you replied, matching his tone as you carefully slid into the plush leather seat, mindful of your dress.

Glen followed suit, settling in beside you and closing the door behind him. The faint hum of the engine provided a soothing background noise as the driver pulled out of the garage and onto the city streets.

For a moment, you were quiet, staring out the window at the lights of the bustling city. Glen shifted beside you, his shoulder brushing yours as he leaned closer.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft but tinged with concern.

You glanced at him, offering a small nod. “Just…nervous, I guess. It’s a big night for you, and I don’t want to—”

“Be ridiculous,” Glen interrupted gently, flashing his trademark grin. “You’re not going to ruin anything. Trust me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly.

“There she is,” he said, nudging you playfully. “See? You’re going to be fine. You’re not even walking the red carpet, anyway. You get to stay behind the cameras and sip champagne while I do all the work.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call posing for photos and answering questions work,” you teased, arching a brow.

“Oh, it’s brutal,” he said, feigning seriousness. “All those flashing lights, having to keep this face from looking too shiny…”

You shook your head, smiling, but the fluttering in your stomach didn’t entirely subside. Glen seemed to notice.

His hand found yours, his fingers threading through yours with ease. His thumb began to graze over your knuckles in a soothing rhythm.

“Hey,” he said, his tone softer now, his teasing dropped. “You don’t have to be nervous. I’m really happy you’re here with me tonight. It means a lot.”

You looked at him, his expression earnest and filled with something deeper than you could put into words.

“Thanks,” you said quietly, squeezing his hand. “I’m happy to be here with you, too. I’m proud of you, you know.”

Glen’s lips quirked into a small smile, his thumb continuing its comforting motion. “Well, don’t make me cry before we even get there.”

As the car slowed to a stop outside the venue, the energy in the air shifted, electrified by the flash of cameras and the distant sound of fans calling out names. You could feel the thrum of excitement radiating through the air, reverberating in your chest.

Glen adjusted his bow tie, his jawline sharp under the streetlights. He turned to you, a small, reassuring smile tugging at his lips. “Ready for the madness?”

You nodded, even though your nerves had returned. The line of cars ahead crawled forward, one by one releasing a parade of celebrities who were met with the cheers of the crowd and the blinding strobe of camera flashes.

When it was finally your turn, Glen stepped out first, his polished shoes meeting the pavement. The crowd erupted, calling his name as the flashes intensified. He turned to wave, flashing that Hollywood smile that had charmed audiences all over the world.

Then, as if the chaos around him didn’t exist, Glen turned back to you. He leaned down, extending a hand through the open door. “C’mon,” he said softly, his voice cutting through the noise.

You took his hand, the warmth of his palm grounding you as you stepped out. For a brief moment, the two of you stood together, a quiet connection amidst the frenzy. Glen gave your hand one last squeeze, his thumb brushing your skin in a silent promise before he stepped toward the red carpet.

“See you inside,” he said, and then he was gone, the lights and cameras swallowing him whole.

His manager appeared at your side, her touch gentle as she guided you away from the chaos and toward the media’s edge. Here, you were safely tucked behind the lines of reporters, photographers, and onlookers, shielded from the prying lenses but still close enough to see everything.

From your vantage point, you watched Glen stride onto the red carpet like he owned it. His confidence radiated with every step, and the cameras adored him. He paused in front of the wall of flashing bulbs, effortlessly shifting his stance to give them what they wanted—his signature smile. He turned slightly to the left, then to the right, his jawline sharp under the bright lights. The tailored suit he wore fit him perfectly, exuding the kind of polished charm that only he could pull off.

He looked every bit the Hollywood Leading Man, and for a moment, you found yourself caught between awe and adoration. Glen was always himself with you—gentle, playful, sincere—but here, he embodied the star the world had come to know. And yet, there was a thrill in knowing that beneath the flawless exterior was the man you knew better than anyone.

Your attention lingered as he moved seamlessly into an interview. He leaned in slightly, his posture relaxed but engaged, as the interviewer asked their question. You couldn’t hear the words over the buzz of the crowd, but you could tell by the way his brow lifted and a small smile tugged at his lips that it was something lighthearted. And then it came—the laugh. His shoulders shook just slightly, and his expression softened in a way that made your heart swell.

As he finished his response, Glen straightened and glanced around, his eyes scanning the crowd. When they landed on you, a grin spread across his face. He gave you a quick wink, just enough to send your stomach fluttering before he turned back to shake the interviewer’s hand and move on.

Your smile grew as you watched him continue down the carpet, stopping now and then to interact with fans pressed against the barriers. He greeted each one with genuine warmth, signing photos and posters, crouching down for selfies, and even exchanging a few words with those lucky enough to catch his attention.

One young fan, no more than ten years old, handed Glen a scrapbook of drawings they’d made of him. He thumbed through the pages, his expression shifting to one of quiet amazement. You could see his lips move as he said something to the child, who nodded enthusiastically while clutching a pen Glen had just handed back.

“Thank you so much,” you heard him say clearly to another fan as they gushed about his latest role.

This was a side of him that always took your breath away—the way he gave so much of himself to those who supported him. He didn’t just exist in their world; he connected with it, leaving pieces of himself behind for everyone to cherish.

And then, as if drawn by some invisible thread, his gaze found yours once more. This time, it lingered, a soft yet electric connection that sent a wave of warmth through you. His lips curved into a smile, not the polished one for the cameras or the fans, but one meant just for you.

You raised a hand in a small wave, your heart beating a little faster as he gave you a subtle nod before turning back to the next group of fans.

“Crazy, isn’t it?” his manager said, leaning toward you with a knowing smile.

You nodded, your gaze fixed on Glen as he moved gracefully through the crowd. “It’s surreal. But he… he makes it look easy.”

“That’s Glen for you,” she said with a chuckle. “Always knows how to work a room—or a red carpet.”

You laughed softly, but your attention never strayed far from him. He was magnetic, every movement deliberate yet natural, as if he’d been born for this.

This was his moment. After the whirlwind year he’d had—the long days on set, the relentless press tours, and the skyrocketing success—he deserved every bit of the recognition coming his way.

And while you were more than content to stay in the background, watching from the edges of his world, you couldn’t deny the pride and love that surged through you as you saw him shine.

The buzz of the red carpet faded the moment you stepped into the building. The quieter hum of conversation and the elegant glow of the interior lights replaced the chaos outside, offering a reprieve from the cameras and shouting fans.

Glen’s manager stayed close by, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she led you through the foyer. “He should be coming in right behind us,” she said, glancing back at you with a reassuring smile.

You nodded, your fingers fiddling with the delicate strap of your clutch as your nerves began to settle. But before you could think too much about the evening ahead, you felt it—a warm hand sliding around your waist.

“Miss me already?” he teased, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

Your lips curved into a smile as you looked up at him. “Always.”

There was a brief pause, and then Glen offered you his arm, his tone light. “Shall we?”

You accepted without hesitation, slipping your arm through his as he led you further into the building. The buzz of the outside world felt like a distant memory now, replaced by the quiet elegance of the venue's interior. The soft lighting and low hum of conversation seemed to make everything feel more intimate, even amidst the crowd.

“So, how did I do?” Glen asked with a teasing edge, clearly eager for your opinion.

“You were perfect,” you said honestly, giving his arm a small squeeze. “I’ve never seen you look more confident. Like you belonged there.”

He chuckled, his voice warm as he turned to face you. “Well, it’s a bit easier when I’ve got someone like you cheering me on.”

You couldn’t help the flush that crept up your neck, but you gave him a smile in return, silently grateful for how grounded he made you feel in the midst of the chaos.

“Seriously, though,” he added as you made your way through the foyer. “I’m glad you’re here. I wouldn’t want to do this without you by my side.”

As the two of you continued through the space, the evening ahead felt less intimidating, more like an opportunity to savor the quieter moments together. While the world outside might never fully understand the dynamic between you, it was moments like this—away from the cameras, just the two of you—that made it all worth it.

The night ahead would be full of attention and flash, but the most important thing was that, despite the world around you, you were right where you needed to be—by his side, without needing to make a spectacle of it.

[vincentbriggs]

Hello! Transfem person here. I haven't started HRT yet, but want to procure a 1730s menswear suit (actually decided based on your video). I would prefer not to wait for it if possible, since I don't know when HRT is going to be possible. I am, however, a little concerned about my bust size changing and affecting the fit of the waistcoat. Is that decade usually pretty forgiving in it's tailoring? I am also considering having the upper back tie like some later waistcoats to accommodate if necessary (even if it's not entirely historical), but I figured I would ask you.

Thank you!

Hello! Ooh yay! Not enough people do early 18th century, so I'm delighted to hear that! (Link to the 1730's suit mentioned.)

I think the fit would be affected, yeah. The sides of the waistcoat are easy enough to let out (and we have extant examples of waistcoats with an extra strip of fabric added into the side seam) but the curve of the front is pretty important to how it sits on you. But then, it is fashionable in that era to leave quite a lot of the top portion unbuttoned, so maaaybe you could get away with it not fitting as well, depending on what changed and how much?

Regarding the adjustability of waistcoats, some of the earlier ones actually do have lacing in the back! This red one is an especially nice example, and it's separate all the way to the top.

(c. 1740's, V&A) (Though you also do see ones with the back hacked up and a bunch of ties that were likely added by Victorians for their fancy dress parties.)

The breeches also have adjustable waistbands, of course, so I think the hardest part to alter would be the coat. The back vent is edge to edge, so there's no overlap to sneak a bit more width out of, and letting out the side seams would require re-doing those massive pleats, which were the part I found the most difficult when making my coat. But fortunately those coats were worn open a lot of the time, so even if they're not quite right when buttoned, they should still look ok unbuttoned.

It's very difficult to predict how the fit will be affected, since HRT is different for everyone and things keep changing years down the line. (One comment on this post talks about suddenly getting more breast and hip growth after 7, 12, and 14 years.)

I only have experience from the transmasc side of things, and alas, I very much did outgrow all my old waistcoats and coats. My 1730's suit needs alterations, because the waistcoat is a bit too small, and the coat seams could use a bit of letting out too. (I made those the year after top surgery, but my ribcage kept expanding and my posture improving for quite a while.)

I've been putting it off because alterations are boring :/ My pre-top surgery waistcoats are all way too small across the chest even though material was removed, because my posture was kinda bad and I didn't even notice it, and I expect that the opposite could also lead to the same sort of better posture from more confidence & comfort.

But bodies keep changing forever anyways, even without transitioning. Plenty of cis people can't fit into the things they sewed when they were younger, so we may as well make things to fit us now. Perhaps you could make the suit now, but use a not-too-expensive fabric, and then maybe alter it later, or make a newer and better one with the experience you gained from the first one!

Also I know you specifically said menswear suit, but I want to add the fun fact that women's riding habits in this era looked extremely similar to men's suits!

(Left: Maria Amalia von Habsburg by Franz Joseph Winter, right: Member of the Van der Mersch Family by Cornelis Troost.)

As far as I can tell, the main differences are that the riding habits have a petticoat instead of breeches, and are made to fit over stays.

(Empress Elisabeth Christine in riding costume, unknown artist.)

So similar, in fact, that this portrait of a young lady in a riding habit was misidentified as a young man!

Most of the petticoat is out of frame, but you can still see that it's not beeches, and the stays shape is pretty obvious. Very silly of Sotheby's not to notice!

I have no idea if you're interested in wearing a riding habit, and I'm not sure how difficult it would be to alter the somewhat looser men's coat to fit over stays, but thought I ought to mention it.

[20dollarlolita]

The differences between EGL and Loliable (with fewer cats).

For the version with fewer facts and more cat, please click here.

One of the biggest problems with doing handmade or offbrand lolita fashion is that it's very difficult to understand exactly how detailed a piece needs to be to pass as a lolita fashion piece. As we'll get into here, you generally need to have a detailed piece, and then put details on the details, and then maybe add a couple more details onto those details.

Not every single piece of a coordinate needs to be 1000% standalone lolita. There's lots of offbrand pieces that you can use in a coordinate, which we generally call "loliable". The really important component to remember is that, if every piece of your look is loliable and not lolita, at the end of the day, you're not wearing lolita fashion.

And, if your goal is to wear lolita fashion, building a look that isn't lolita is not accomplishing what you want.

When I was thrifting a while ago, I found this blouse, which has nearly the same construction as one of my lolita blouses. This felt like a really good chance to show the difference. Both of these blouses could be worn in a lolita coordinate, but only one can stand alone as lolita fashion.

So both of these are blouses with short, puffed sleeves with button cuffs. They're both fitted at the waist. They both have a front bib detail with a ruffle around the edge. They both close in the center front with buttons.

The Innocent World blouse (the lolita blouse) has a peter pan collar, and the offbrand blouse has a stand collar with a ruffle. That's their major construction difference. The other difference is that one has a cat on it.

Let's start our comparison with the cuffs. The Innocent World blouse is gathered into the cuff. The cuff has a lace applied flat onto the cuff. It also has a ruffled tulle hanging off the edge, making a frill. The offbrand blouse has a plain cuff.

We're going to compare the bib detailing by tucking the blouse into a high-waisted skirt. This lets us focus on this detail instead of getting distracted by fit.

We're going to start with the ruffle around the edge of the bib. This is really the only main detail that the offbrand blouse has. It's a cute little ruffle, and it draws attention to the bib. The ruffle is the same fabric as the blouse. It's totally fine.

The IW blouse uses a gathered lace as the ruffle around the edge of the bib. This is more detailed both because there's a pattern in the lace, but the lace itself is a different fabric from what the blouse is made of. Incorporating coordinating textures that are not identical is incorporating additional levels of detail.

The IW bib also has three lines of ruffles on each side of the bib itself. Two of those are the same lace that was used on the bib, and one is a small ruffle of the same fabric the blouse is made of. Again, incorporating different textures into an area increases the amount of details. It also allows you to put more detail into a piece without it seeming crowded.

Finally, the IW blouse has some large, elegant buttons that have a lovely texture on them. They're not just functional; they're also nice to look at. The offbrand blouse has those standard faux-pearl white shirt buttons that you get in every mending kit every stocked in a hotel room. They are about as generic as buttons can get.

If we're going to add another note, it's that the Innocent World blouse has details on the bottom edge. There's a button at the bottom to keep the blouse closed, and it has a little ruffle. Not pictured, but there is a tie on the back of this blouse, so that fit can be adjusted a little bit. That tie also adds a nice detail to the back of the blouse.

Let's talk about fit for a second. Full disclosure, the offbrand blouse does not fit me very well, and that's not doing it any favors in this regard. The IW blouse is also a tighter fit for me, but the button spacing and the interfacing on the front placket really help with the fit. The offbrand blouse doesn't have any buttons past a certain point, so the bottom flares open in a inverted V.

In addition to the button spacing, the Innocent World blouse is fitted with front and back princess seams, and then also with a dart on each side. It's specifically cut so that the bottom of the blouse can cover the waistband of a lolita skirt, and then flare a little for the skirt. While you can find nice princess seams and darts on offbrand blouses, it's really only on lolita blouses that you'll see them cut to fit a lolita skirt.

The offbrand blouse is fitted with dart tucks. A dart tuck is like a normal dart, but the ends are left open. This is intended to provide fit at the waist, but then leave the rest of the piece open. The downside of dart tucks is that, if the piece isn't loose and open and billowy, they will never sit flat. There will always be that pleat area in there. It will just be stretched flat, the way it is on the picture of me up there.

This is not to say that pieces with dart tucks can't be used for lolita fashion, but it's a really good example of how something that loliable can be different from something that's lolita. As you can see in the top pictures, with a high waist skirt covering the dart tucks, the blouse works pretty okay. However, when it's in the open, it starts to look really disheveled. You can't wear this blouse at the tightness that you usually wear a lolita blouse and still have it look lolita. Clothing that fits well enough to look professional and extravagant is a bit part of the lolita concept, and you don't want a garment that looks messy.

So, in conclusion, 1) you can probably put more details on that garment, and as long as it doesn't look messy, it probably makes it look more lolita, 2) you can probably put more details on those details, and as long as it look not messy, you're probably fine, 3) blouses are only like $35 on Amazon and if you're making your own garments, adding a truly lolita blouse can really elevate the look and help you from having your coord overcome with loliable pieces and trending away from actual lolita and 4) if the blouse doesn't fit you and isn't really lolita then there's no crime in giving it to the cat.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Enemy

Summary-> he was supposed to be your enemy after everything that he had done, but neither of you could stay away. You needed an escape (1k)

Warnings-> 18+ minors dni, smut, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, no foreplay, little bit of biting, fuck buddies, swearing, degradation

rafe cameron works other obx works main masterlist

He was a bad influence and you knew that, your friends hated kooks, resented them for the violence that surged through their expensive veins, and you were supposed to as well. If they knew what you were doing with the worst kook of them all, you’d no doubt be disregarded as a pogue, it would be a crime in their eyes, but you were addicted, Rafe was like a drug that you couldn’t quite relinquish.

Your body was atop of his, a purity that he was tainting as he his murderous hands squeezed your ass, your tongues entangled in a hungry mess. He had stepped foot on the Cut just so that he could see you in your shabby home, and find his own escape from the mental torment that riddled his puzzled brain. A part of you had pity for the boy, his father had dragged him in every direction of the map to greed, he was confused and lost, but you cared more about the things he could do to you in the second hand sheets of your bed.

“I need you, now.” Rafe huffed, and you were always one to obey his orders, if you didn’t, you knew that he was more than capable with frightening you, there was a power within him that caused your heart to stutter and a heat to grow between the apex of your thighs. He was a monster, in the flesh of a man, and he had coiled your actions to perform to his every command, as a kook he always got what he wanted.

Without hesitation you lifted your shirt over your head, exposing your halter neck bikini, his eyes dancing over the exposed flesh before he flipped you to be laying on your back atop of the mattress in your home, his shadow towering over you, reminding you that everything that you did with him was a lustrous sin.

His hands fought with his branded belt, flinging the strip of overpriced leather to the ground, as he unbuttoned his jeans and rutted his aroused length beneath your small skirt. If you had any sanity you would run from him, but all had been lost for your hunt for gold, and if one good thing could come from your promising loss of fleeting metal, it would be a good fuck, even if it was from your opposed enemy.

“Thought you needed me Cameron, so hurry up.” You retorted at the frustrated male, causing his eyes to stab you, repeatedly, all over your body. He leant down, swimming his tongue around your neck before his teeth took charge and sunk into your flesh, sucking a bruise that you would have to conceal in the morning. His action caused a squeal to run from your mouth, he was a bad man, but his talents and punishments reserved for you made you see some clouded good in him.

“Shut the fuck up pogue.” He spat at you, raising your legs as he tore your panties from around your waist, discarding the ruined fabric god knows where. Your pulse was rushing, the danger that his exterior evoked excited you to some degree, perhaps you were stupid to allow him to fall between your legs or maybe it was a smart choice, but it didn’t really matter, you always got what you wanted from him and vice versa.

Rafe waited no longer before he grasped his cock, running it against your soaked cunt, before pushing it in, giving you no time to adjust. It hurt a little, but it always did with him, he wasn’t a gentle soul, he was eternally damaged and you’d accepted that nobody, not even you could change him. “You’re such a fucking whore, letting me fuck you whenever I want. Maybe one day you’d make a good wife, leaving this all this poor shit behind just because you want my dick.”

The idea had your head spinning, although realistically it would never happen, it was a toxic daydream that defied all of your morals of who you were and your loyalties, however the thought of being all dolled up for him, and committing to be his personal fuck toy had some appeal deep down. Rafe thrusted harshly into you, you were inclined to wince, a few tears splattering your cheeks as you allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

He increased his pace, his hand that wasn’t supporting his weight reaching up and tugging at your bikini top, exposing your breasts to his view, and he ducked his head down, marking you for everyone to see. It revolted you that he could make you his without having to utter a word of emotion, he made you weak, and it was easy for him to make you crumble. “Rafe.” A grunt vibrated from his chest as you moaned his name, your hands applying pressure on his shoulders as your eyes squeezed shut, indulging in a fatal pleasure that you could never surrender.

“Look at me, and keep your eyes open.” He commanded as expected, you complied, no matter how difficult the deed was. Your lashes fluttered as you struggled with keeping your lids open, watching him above you, sweat glistening upon his skin in an ungodly manner. You were getting close and Rafe could tell, and so he kept his strokes going, until he felt you clenching around him, gripping his cock as though you were his personal vice. “Gonna cum in you, you want that?”

There was nothing that you desired more, and so you nodded exasperatedly, consenting to him spilling his warmth within you. It didn’t take long until he did, coating your walls with his seed, that crept out of your pussy when he pulled out, staining the sheets beneath you. Rafe flopped beside you, laying on his back as he stared at the dingy ceiling. He said nothing as he breathed heavily, recovering from the sparks of his orgasm. He never said anything afterwards, and you were fine with that, because he would always come back.

[bonny-kookoo]

….does unstable MC make a nest for Jungkook to indirectly tell him she’s ok with it? 👀

A/N: Wait that's actually such a cute idea what-

-> Masterlist

This could backfire horribly.

After all, you know that Jungkook seems to have a problem with his instincts and all that. But you want him to stop feeling like he needs to control himself so much or hide away all the time-

So maybe this could work, even if it's gonna make him laugh at you.

You're not sure what you're expecting when he comes back into the control center, and spots the.. now way larger pile of things near the main control station, where he'd already made a smaller nest in case you'd like to sleep near the warmer floor, due to the big generators being right underneath the main system he operates at.

He's just.. staring at it, at you, and the message this is clearly trying to display to him.

"I.. don't really know how you make like.. the sides stay up?" You mumble, simply sitting with crossed legs in a corner of the pile of blankets you've found in the storage unit. "And I don't know.. I don't want to like.. cause a fire if the blankets are too close to the metal parts here-" You begin, though you stop when he walks closer, quietly slipping out of his shoes before he joins you, leaning over to adjust some things..

quietly showing you how he usually makes the nest, silently accepting this one.

"The blankets are non-flammable." He tells you. "I.. have like a.. I don't know, I only like certain fabrics." He mumbles, clearly unsure what to really do or say.

"Well, you deserve to be comfortable too." You shrug, before you get up- causing him to look up at you with surprised, round eyes, before he shakes his head, reaching out to hold onto your fingers. "I'll stay here- I just don't wanna make you uncomfortable-"

"Then stay here." He says, pulling you back down. "I can.. I don't mind you here." He tries to explain, before he moves to lay down in the nest you made-

making sure to remind himself later to teach you how to do it properly next time.

[dindjarindiaries]

Dincember - December 19: Coat

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Coat

main masterlist • dincember masterlist

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Din had insisted on making a quick supply run while you and Grogu rested at the inn. The travel day had been long, and with such a big mission ahead of you, he wanted you to be rested. He left before you could say the same thing about him.

You looked over at Grogu and brushed a hand over his sleepy head. "Your first mission as an apprentice is tomorrow." You smiled at him. "Are you excited?"

Grogu let out a tired ah, though you could see the light deep within his closing eyes. You laughed and picked him up from the bed, tucking him in your arm as you brought him over to his pod.

"All right, little guy." You set him down and tucked him into his blankets. "Get some rest before your big day." You bent down to give his furry head a kiss. "Sleep well."

Grogu let out a sound akin to an affectionate purr before he closed his eyes. You smiled and closed the pod, allowing him the peace he needed to sleep. Before you could even get back to the bed, the door to your room slid open.

You raised your brow at Din as he walked inside. "That was quick."

Din nodded at you. "I tried my best." He set a knapsack down on the bed, but there was something else in his other arm. He offered it out to you. "Here."

You wrinkled your brow as you took the dense fabric from him. "What is this?"

Din began to sort through the supplies as he responded. "It's a coat." You held up the item in awe, amazed at its high quality and warmth. "I was asking about the weather, and some of the merchants said it's gonna cold the next few days." Din's visor took a quick glance at you. "I wanted you to have something more suitable."

You grinned and tried it on. Unsurprisingly, it was a perfect fit, just the way you liked it. You gave Din's armored shoulder a tap to get his attention, and he immediately offered it to you. "What do you think?" You held out your arms and did a spin. Din's helmet tilted as he nodded.

"It fits well." Din stepped forward to adjust the collar on the side of your neck, his gloved hands straightening out the rest of the coat as he gave it a gentle tug. "Is it warm enough?"

You gave him an obvious once-over. "I mean, you've got me sweating blaster bolts, so I'd say yes."

Din huffed and shook his helmet, swinging it away from you and moving to step back to where he was before. You held his arm to stop him, smiling even wider as you nodded.

"Seriously, Din. It's perfect." You held one side of his helmet with your hand and kissed the other side. "Thank you."

Din nodded. "This is the Way." He gave your collar one more gentle tug. "You're not freezing under my watch." Din pointed his finger, though his tone was laced with amusement. "I managed to help you survive Maldo Kreis. I'm not letting you freeze on some other random planet."

You laughed and shrugged. "It was kinda fun, looking back."

Din tilted his helmet. "The ice spiders, or the nearly freezing to death?"

With a chuckle, you brought yourself even closer to him, resting your head against his cuirass. "Maybe both."

Din shook his helmet and supported your back with one of his gloved hands. "At least that makes one of us."

[anystalker707]

Misused day

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x [trans, mtf] Reader Summary: You think Ace could use his free time doing something better than training. Tags: Worshipping / Light oral fixation / Lingerie / Ace is lovely

Requested by anon ["This is aces first trans girlfriend and he wants to experiment .MTF x Ace Portgas . The pre op MTF is in a lingerie thong and bra and thigh high socks . And she try’s to distract Ace while he is training at the lobby of the ship . She sits on his lap and she dry humps him, grinding her ass and her erection through her panties on Aces lap(...)"]

MASTERLIST

          Ace was using his free time to focus only on training rather than anything else, which made that sense of need quickly take over, as much as you tried to suppress it and give him some time for himself. The ship was practically empty, allowing you to do much more than usual, but still… A sigh escaped your lips as your gaze fell over a specific drawer of your dresser. That could be a good idea.

It was easy to choose the color—bright red, like his powers, resembling his self and power, bold and provocative. The set was all matching and delicate, in soft lace, and thin enough to reveal the outline of your nipples through the bra, of your sex through your panties, and giving the red thigh-highs a tinge of your skin tone. It looked perfect as you observed yourself through the mirror, adjusting the thong straps.

Aside from the soft sound of the waves crashing against the ship's sides and the incoherent voices in the distance, Ace's hitching breath as he trained was the only sound that cut through the silence on the main deck. Thankfully, he was in a discreet area, sitting on a bench as he did single-arm curls with a dumbbell, muttering to himself. No one walked by in the few minutes that you stood there. It seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Ace’s eyes were closed as he leaned back a little, bare chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath, glistening with a layer of sweat. He closed his eyes as he threw his head back and brought a hand up to brush away the dark strands of hair that stuck to his forehead, but his calmness was disturbed by the sudden weight on his lap. As he opened his eyes, the confusion gave place to the satisfaction that soon was accompanied by surprise as his hand slowly descended until eventually taking place around your hips.

“…Babe,” Ace muttered as his eyes darted around the deck for a moment before they settled on you again, blushing from his cheeks to his chest as he pulled you closer, protectively. “What are you…” The words escaped Ace’s grasp once you placed your hands on his shoulders and rocked your hips against his slowly, with enough pressure to make him hiss softly.

“Ace,” you mumbled into his ear, loosely wrapping your arms around his shoulders as your hips kept dragging against his. “I need you so badly, Ace,” you groaned. The lace was so thin, barely able to make any barrier between your erection and the rough fabric of his shorts, making your thighs quiver whenever a rough fold ran against your erection the right way.

Every whimper that escaped your lips went straight into Ace’s ear, undeniably having an effect on him, which became clear by the way his hands tightened around your hips, and he groaned, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb. Eventually, though, Ace held you firmly in place while he thrust his hips up slowly, managing to snatch pleased sighs from both of you as your hands tightened around his shoulders.

“Ace—”

“Fuck, I can’t with you. You’ll be the death of me,” Ace cut in with a groan as he wrapped his arms around your waist strongly and stood up, making you gasp and wrap your legs around him instinctively as he carried you over to the cabin that you’d just left, kicking the door closed behind himself without much care. Once you were on the bed, he finally had a moment to take a good look at you.

Ace’s irises were reduced to a thin ring around his blown pupils while he drank the sight in front of him with an uncomfortable bulge in his shorts. Whatever he mumbled under his breath was incoherent, barely reasoned by him as his eyes followed along your body, lingering on the curves and details, your perked-up nipples showing through the bra, the thigh highs sinking into your skin, and the bulge in your panties. His tongue poked out and wet his lips before he quickly unbuckled his belt and exhaled, trying to keep himself calm while getting rid of his clothes and shoes.

Firm, rough hands held your thighs and spread them apart before Ace settled himself down between them, eyeing you hungrily. He bit his lip as his hands ran flat along your thighs, caressing and rubbing circles into the slice of skin that wasn’t covered by the thigh-highs, as he leaned in and pressed a couple of kisses to your stomach.

“I wanted to save this for later, but who am I to deny it if you want me now,” Ace said with a soft sigh, smiling as his eyes met yours, and kept going until his lips grazed the valley between your breasts. “Damn it, I really wanted this,” he whispered, tickling your chest.

“Mm, you can train anytime, but you can’t always have me like this,” you mumbled with a soft whine that made Ace’s heart race, and he promptly nodded, muttering about how you were right while his lips kissed wherever they could reach, mainly focusing on your chest. Your skin rose in shivers under Ace’s touches, making pride swell in his chest at the same time arousal swirled in his lower stomach.

Ace’s warm hands trailed up the behind of your thighs until they cupped your ass, squeezing and kneading softly on the skin as he nipped on your collarbone until snatching a soft, pleased sound from your lips. Cold air gave place to Ace’s touches as he reluctantly pulled away despite your protests, instead reaching inside the bedside table for lube. His eyes were on you again, observing you intently, before his fingers rooked around the thin waistband of the thong to slowly pull it down.

The fabric dragged against your skin slowly, making you shiver more while Ace slowly undressed you, finally discarding the thong to the side and returning to his spot between your legs. At times, Ace made a little pause, and you wondered what was going on inside his mind. Was he admiring you? Maybe questioning his choices? Perhaps, he was just giving himself a moment to think about how he would guide things properly. You were his first trans partner, and he wanted no mistakes.

Cold lube poured between your legs, making you gasp and squirm a little as Ace’s grasp firmed on your thigh. His eyes were on your face until you eased down, so he finally started running his fingers along your skin to spread the lube, circling your entrance with it. He seemed pleased with the way your breath hitched just at that, soon starting to push a finger inside you, tentatively, with his free hand on your hip for leverage.

“Is this okay?” Ace whispered as he glanced up at you from behind the messy strands of hair while his finger pushed in deeper, spreading the lube along your walls as they clenched around it.

“Yes,” you breathed, nodding as you kept your eyes on his face despite the embarrassment that burned in your chest whenever your eyes met. There was something so alluring about Ace that kept your focus on him, anticipating the next movements.

One finger soon turned into two, making you hiss and grip the bedsheets with a soft groan, even more so when they curled and scissored inside you, stretching and preparing you properly for him. When your thighs started quivering, however, Ace pulled his hand away with an audible breath. His cock twitched as he poured lube on it this time; the cold liquid contrasted with the hot skin, snatching groans from him that intensified when he wrapped a hand around his cock to spread the lube properly.

Something thick hung in the air along with the arousal as Ace eyed you hungrily, and his hand returned to its spot on your thigh before the other one held the base of his cock gently. It was happening quickly, but you demanded the urgency. “Good to go?”

“Great,” you whispered with a faint nod, arching your back lightly.

Ace’s lips curved into a smile for a moment before he exhaled, instead focusing on pressing his cock against your entrance until it finally started to push in—both of you moaned as your walls accommodated around his cock, slowly, with breaks to adjust around him. Your back arched as you wrapped your arms around Ace’s neck to pull him closer, and his lips quickly met yours, drowning part of the initial discomfort at the new intrusion. It wasn’t like you could keep the kiss going for longer or even kiss properly, but you kept the connection, even if it were just to be moaning into each other’s mouth as his cock pushed in deeper until it was completely inside you.

“Mmph, babe,” Ace mumbled against your lips as his hands moved to your waist, holding you firmly there. His fingers dug into the skin lightly when his hips started moving tentatively. The first thrusts were messy and unpaced, but he soon found a rhythm, even if it was still slow. “Good, babe?” Ace mumbled. His lips pressed to your jaw, going down your neck and allowing his teeth to tug on your skin in gentle bites that increased the arousal running down your spine.

“Yeah,” you managed to say between the moans and heavy breathing, humming softly as you arched your back when his teeth grazed your collarbones. Along with the intense thrusts, Ace’s lips made their way to your chest, kissing and nibbling on every part of exposed skin he could reach, giving it the love and worship it deserved. He mumbled your name against your skin, groaning as he started moving his hips faster, enough for the soft sound of skin against skin to start echoing through the room along with gasps and moans that inevitably came from you.

Your fingers sank into Ace’s shoulders as you arched your back when something he did—whatever it was—made his cock start hitting just the right spots inside you, even more so when you arched your back with a whimper. The thin layer of sweat on Ace’s body made you lose grip, so the next time you reached for him, your nails sank into the skin around his shoulder blades, making Ace gasp as his thrusts faltered at the sudden pain that sent waves of pleasure down his spine.

Ace pulled part of your bra down with his hand, kissing the skin gently until his lips found your nipple. He used his tongue instead, tracing the sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue, relishing each of your moans. His tongue ran flat against your nipple before it was taken in his mouth. A string of moans slipped from your lips as you arched your back and pulled Ace closer, holding on to the back of his neck. He gladly took more of your nipple into his mouth, nipping and sucking on it as his hands grope your thighs, finger sinking and squeezing the skin as he surely left behind enough marks on your chest.

“Ace,” you moaned in a higher pitch, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Yes, love?” Ace mumbled with a soft groan. His hands still roamed over your body, with that lovely air of adoration and worship towards your skin, taking in and loving every detail of you. He couldn’t get enough of the way you squirmed around him and pulled you closer while your walls milked him so nicely. He closed his eyes, moaning against your skin as he pulled you closer at the same time his thrusts started getting faster.

Ace’s name escaped your lips among moans, each time more incoherent, and your thighs quivered while tightening around him, holding Ace closer. Your fingers tangled with his hair and pulled on the messy strands, compelling his moans to get louder as his movements grew erratic, so you kept doing that, seeking that intense pleasure that brought you closer to your release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ace mumbled with a whine as his thrusts gained more desperation, whimpering and holding onto you tightly. “‘M close, babe, I— Ngh—”

“Yeah, yeah, just a little bit more,” you groaned, nails leaving behind red lines in Ace’s skin as you held him tightly, thighs quivering around him. The warmth in your lower stomach increased, that familiar feeling building up until you came, gasping and arching your back as your orgasm washed over. Your grip around Ace intensified, and it was a matter of seconds before he came as well, whimpering out your name and burying his face in your chest. A groan escaped his lips as he pressed his eyes shut, hands tightening around your thighs as he shot his cum deep inside you, keeping moving until the two of you rode out your highs.

“Damn,” Ace mumbled, still all breathless and flushed, as he pulled himself back a little so that he could look at you properly. There was a hint of pride in his features as he grinned. “Damn, princess,” he mumbled. “I don’t think I’m done yet.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[waywardxrhea]

Tuna-Tober Day 4 - Bucky Barnes

pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x fem!Reader

prompt: "This isn't you."

word count: 1,127

content: dead dove, angst, gun use, main character death. There is no happy ending. Hurt, no comfort. Read at your own risk. You are responsible for your own media consumption.  

You stood in front of the lab hood that held a new piece of espionage tech that you had started working on a few months ago. It was in the final stages and just needed a few more adjustments before it was ready to be tested by Peggy. She was the only one you would trust to test the quality of your invention. Since you were recruited to work at SHIELD at its inception, you had worked on many projects alongside Howard Stark, but this one was one of the first that you worked on completely by yourself, and it was arguably your finest invention. 

Heading to grab your notebook off of your desk to jot down some more notes for Peggy to use once she was testing it, you heard a ruckus down the hall and what sounded like gunshots. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you started creeping toward the wall, but just as you did, a hand reached out and pulled your heel out from under you! 

You tumbled to the ground and grabbed for the small weapon hidden in your skirt’s pocket before realizing that the person who had pulled you down was Howard. “What did you do that for?!” you whisper-shouted at him as he held a finger to his mouth to hush you. 

“Whoever that is, is after you!” Howard told you in a hushed tone with wide eyes. 

“What do you mean after me? For what?” you asked, feeling your heart begin to pound in your chest. 

“I don’t know! Someone called my desk and all I could hear was the background of the call. Whoever it is was asking about where to find you!” he told you. Scrambling up onto unsteady feet, Howard started ushering you toward the back of the lab, saying, “We need to get you out of here! If we go out here and into the-”

Before he could finish his sentence, the main door to the lab burst open and revealed a man with overgrown hair and a black mask covering the lower half of his face. He wore what looked like old military tactical gear that had one sleeve ripped off to reveal a silver metal arm with a red star on it. And held in the hand of that silver arm was a gun that was pointed right at you. “Get outta the way!” Howard shouted while roughly pulling you out of the bullet’s path as the man pulled the trigger. “What do you want with her?” he asked sharply as he stood with an arm in front of you protectively. 

The man didn’t say anything, only made his way directly to your desk and grabbed your notebook off of the wooden surface. While he surveyed the desk’s contents though, a framed picture caught his eye and he hesitated as he brought the book closer to himself. You noticed this slight hesitation and furrowed your eyebrows, thinking to yourself, That was odd…

As the man in the mask looked up and made eye contact with you though, you realized why he hesitated. You knew those blue eyes anywhere. “Bucky?” you whispered, a tremor in your voice as you were forced to come to the realization that the man in front of you who shot at you only moments before was the man you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with. The man who you were told was dead. The man who was featured in that framed picture on your desk. It was taken at the Stark Expo before he was shipped off to fight in the war. You were both beaming at the camera and had your whole lives ahead of you. But everything changed when he went to fight for the country. 

“My name’s not Bucky,” the man responded instantly, a coldness in his tone that you only ever heard him speak about Steve’s father in. 

“That…that’s the Winter Soldier…” Howard whispered as he pulled on the fabric of your blazer to try and get you to move away from the threat in front of you. You had heard of the assassin before, of course. He was credited with the killings of some of the best minds in the intelligence community. And now he was after you… Your blazer was tugged at harder as Howard said in a firmer tone, “We gotta go! Now!” 

You stood frozen to the ground though as you held eye contact with the assassin in front of you. “Howard… It’s him. It’s Bucky…” you said breathlessly. 

There was another sharp tug as Howard snapped, “That is not Bucky! He is here to kill you!” 

Ignoring your friend’s pleas, you slowly put your hands in the air before taking a cautious step toward the masked man. “This isn’t you,” you told him. Nodding your head toward the picture, you said, “That is you. James Buchanan Barnes.” A sad smile made its way onto your face and a tear escaped your eye as you continued. “The real you is the man who was gonna marry me, remember? We had a venue picked out and everything. You were gonna get Steve to officiate. We were gonna move to the suburbs and have a white picket fence once the war was over. Three kids and a couple of pets. We were gonna have a long and happy life together, Sugar.” 

A quiet sob left your mouth as you grappled once more with the fact that your life turned out nothing like you expected. Howard whispered your name in warning, but you ignored him again and held your gaze with the man in front of you as you finished with, “That man is still in that handsome head of yours. I saw your hesitation when you looked at that photo. Now please, put down the gun. We can try to help you. Please. You’re the love of my life, Bucky. I can’t lose you again.”

As you finished your plea, something was spoken into a piece of technology he had in his ear and his eyes shifted from the comforting blue that felt like home to something as cold as ice before he said, “You’re my mission.”

A single gunshot rang out and you dropped to the floor in a lifeless heap, blood pooling under your body in an instant. Howard let out a scream in horror as he rushed to your side. Without an ounce of remorse in his body language, the Winter Soldier sauntered over to your lab hood and grabbed what he came for. To the soldier, you were simply another target he was assigned by HYDRA. But deep in his mind, to Bucky, you were his world. And you were dead because of him.

[dsireland86]

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Scary Movie

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"Pick one." Y/N looked up from her book at the tv screen, squinting as her eyes adjusted to the bright light.

"What am I looking at?" she asked, pushing her glasses back up her nose. "Movies, babe. Scary movies." "Oh no, Nick, common," y/n sighed, "you know I hate scary stuff."

Y/n pouted, marking the corner of her book before closing it. "I know," Nick replied, sitting down on the couch next to her. "But, Halloween is in three days and we haven't watched one thing that's Halloween related. Please, babe, for me,"

The way Nicholas pleaded with her was irresistible. His green eyes came alive, begging her to give in to his request. "Okay, fine, but nothing super creepy or traumatizing," she demanded, rolling her eyes.

"What about 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre?'" Y/N glared at him. "I'm kidding babe, relax," Nick laughed, pecking her lips. Y/N removed her socks and snuggled under her big, red fluffy blanket, already feeling creeped out, and Nick hadn't even picked out the movie yet.

"What about 'Dracula'? With Keanu Reeves? You like him. It's not super scary." Y/n nodded, bringing the blanket up closer to her face. Nick hit the play button as he sat back and held his arm open for her to come over and snuggle into him.

The movie started and for the first twenty-five to thirty minutes y/n stayed glued to Nick's side, tense and uneasy. Nicholas noticed, smiling to himself whenever a jump scare would happen and she would grip his shirt or turn her face into his chest to cover her eyes. She was precious and Nick loved the way she always depended on him to make her feel safe.

"Hey," he said, rubbing her arm. "It's okay. I'm here. You're safe," he assured her. She nodded, but deep down, Nick felt like she didn't believe him for some reason.

"Here, take this off so I can hold you better," he ordered, trying to pull the blanket out from around her. He did but managed to pull her shirt halfway up in the process, revealing her soft, perky breasts to him. The sight instantly made him hard and he adjusted himself, releasing a subtle groan.

Her peaked nipples showed through the thin fabric of the shirt she was wearing, making him wonder if it was intentional or not. Either way, it didn't matter to him. Since seeing them, all he could think about was tasting them.

She reached for his hand and pulled it over her side, holding it against her chest, right between her breasts confirming to Nick that she knew exactly what she was doing to him, purposely.

The tv flashed and the noise of screams grew loud as Dracula claimed his victim. Y/N buried her head into Nicholas' chest, gripping his shirt. "Does it bother you that much?" he asked, chuckling. "Yeah, it does," she replied, the sound of her voice muffled. "Hey, look at me."

She did and Nick brought her face a little higher, slipping a finger beneath her chin. His green eyes flashed from hers to her lips before he leaned in and kissed her, quickly slipping his tongue inside and massaging hers unhurriedly. Her quiet moan made his hard cock press tighter against his pants, filling him with the deep need of release.

"Better?" She smiled a little. "Better." Nick nodded, giving her a half smile as she laid back into him, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder.

The movie continued with scenes that elaborated on pictures of nudity and sexual positions and women topless and writhing on a main character. All of it was driving Nick to the edge. It wasn't until a certain scene involving Dracula and a woman that he reached that edge, finally unable to control his want and desire for the woman laying in his arms.

Slowly, his hand found its way to her breasts, creeping up under her shirt. She didn't stop him or even try to keep him from going any further which told Nick he had her permission. The lewd sounds coming from the speakers around them created the perfect environment for what was about to happen here. Finding her nipple, Nick pinched and pulled on it, humming in enjoyment at how good it felt. He heard her moan, which made his dick even harder to the point it was getting uncomfortable. He had to sit up and she had to move.

Slipping out from beside her, Nicholas stood up and looked down at her while the sounds of screaming and moaning from the movie surrounded them, pretty much encouraging them to create their own porno there in the middle of their living room. He wanted to, in the worst way. He wanted to strip her down and make her feel like the queen she was to him. He wanted to hear her moan his name, grab his hair, scratch his back, anything she wanted, if only it meant he could bury himself so fucking deep inside her cunt until she felt him in her stomach.

Hiding his erection was impossible. The moment she saw how hard Nick was for her, the intoxicating feeling of straight arousal filled her entirely and it was hard to pull her gaze away from something so enticing. 

“Are you still scared,” Nicholas asked, kneeling before her. She sat up, scooting to the edge of the couch, pulling Nick between her legs, setting her lips directly on his and fueling the fire of want. 

“Yes,”she admitted breathlessly, pulling away for a moment. Her chest heaved up and down, as she tried catching her breath. 

Nicholas pinched her nipples again, making her seeth and her panties very wet. She whimpered the moment he grabbed her breast, closing his hand around it entirely as he slid his other hand around the back of her neck, pulling her into another needy kiss. 

“Nick, we're supposed to be watching the movie,” she muttered through his hungry kisses. “Or we could just get naked and I can eat you out before fucking you like my queen deserves," he suggested, trailing kisses down the side of her neck.

She moved closer to him, until her hot sex was pressed against his stomach, making Nick look down and grin. Sliding his soft yet callused hands up her thighs, hearing her sigh, he reached the hem of her panties. Hooking his fingers around them, he tugged them down, all the way to her ankles and pulled them off, tossing them behind him.

His lips found her thighs, peppering them with small kisses and nips at the skin, pulling all the delicate sounds out of her he loved to hear. Tangling her hand in his hair, Y/N guided Nick along her thigh, inching him closer and closer to the place she was dying to have him.

"God, I can smell you pussy already, love," Nicholas praised her, peering up only to find her alluring eyes fixed on him. "You smell delicious," grinning at her like a Cheshire Cat. "Can I have a taste? I bet you taste just as good as you smell." Y/N nodded, a small smile slowly spreading over her lips.

With her panties gone, Nick had full access to between her legs. Grabbing the sides of her shirt, he pulled it up, over her head, tossing it with her panties, then ran his hands down and over her bare breasts. Even though they had been together for a few years, seeing her fully naked always excited Nick in ways nothing else could. Not porn, not the stuff in movies, not even the girls he saw come to the band's shows. Only Y/N could. And that's how he knew she was the real deal. That's how he knew she was his queen for life.

Running his hands down, over her breast again, circling the tips of her nipples with his palms, Y/N arched her back toward him, hoping to feel even more of Nick against her, moaning with her eyes closed at the feeling. Her hands found his, clamping down on them in hopes Nick wouldn't remove them just yet.

"You're so fucking beautiful, love, you know that?" Nicholas asked, watching the way she was getting herself off, using his hands still attached to her breasts. It made Nick so unbelievably hard as a rock that he felt like he could cum in his pants at any moment.

Sinking lower between her legs, Nick ran his nose up the center of her pussy, gathering up some of her arousal in the process before flicking her bud with his tongue. It drew the exact sound out of her he wanted. He did it again, smiling at the way she moaned just for him, begging him to eat her. "You want my tongue, huh? Is that what my queen wants?" taunting her by doing it again. "Oh god, Nicky, fuck me please," she begged, looking down at him, unable to control the natural way her body was moving, looking for something to penetrate it.

"You want my mouth or my cock, love," he asked quietly. "Your cock. I need to feel you deep inside me," she begged again, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.

Nick got up and stripped quickly, exposing every tattoo to her naked eye. He heard her whimper as she sat up. Nick pulled her to her feet then sat down, taking her place on the couch.

"Come sit on me love," he said, patting his thighs. He grabbed his thick, hard shaft and pumped it a few times, smearing the precum leaking from his tip all over. Y/N obeyed, climbing up on him and taking his cock into her hand. She spit into her palm and used it to pump him a few times before lining him up to her entrance and lowering herself fully onto him. Nicholas groaned loudly, grunting at the first few thrusts he made into her. He filled her pussy entirely, stretching her tender flesh until he was all her inner walls knew.

Bucking her hips with each thrust he pumped into her, Y/N didn't hold back any moans or screams for how good he was making her feel. Nicholas was overwhelmed with love and lust for her; his eyes glued to her facial expressions each time she grinded hard on him. He could feel his cock hit her g-spot that made her cry out his name, begging him not to stop. The way her breasts shook and bounced with every fuck he made up into her, had him burying his face in them, sucking them and biting their hardened peaks.

"I love you," he confessed, holding her hips as she rode him slowly. Her brown eyes blazed with a fire that was only for Nicholas and he knew, feeling every single piece of her love for him within the walls of her core. His mouth latched on to each of her breasts, swirling, nipping and sucking the soft, sensitive flesh, leaving small purplish bruises in its wake. "Fuck, Nick," she sighed, leaning down and kissing him. "I love you, too." "You're perfect, you know that? So fucking perfect for me. Every single inch of you. Don't ever hide any part of you from me. I love it all." He smiled at her, pulling her back in for another kiss, breathing into her mouth as their tongues met as if he'd been starving for her for an eternity.

A deliriously low growl left Nick's mouth the second Y/N slowed and almost pulled him out of her. He panicked, grabbing her hips to keep her where she was. "What are you doing? Keep grinding your pretty little cunt on my cock, love. Keep fucking me the way you are, you feel so good." "Nicky, I need a moment," she whined, letting her head fall back. "No, you don't," he disagreed, kissing her shoulder. "How about you just hold on to me and let me fuck you for a little while until you feel better, huh?"

She nodded weakly, collapsing into his chest. Her hands gripped Nick's shoulders, digging their nails into his flesh as her moans turned into faster cries, almost matching the sound from the porn they watched together last week; only better. "Goddamn, you sound beautiful. That's it, hold on to me baby." "Fuck, Nicky, fuck," she cried, over and over.

"You're so wet," he whispered in her ear, hearing the wet slap each time her pussy slid down his dick. "It's not my fault. It's what you do to me every time I think about you," she confessed, breathlessly. Nicholas chuckled lightly, wondering what in the hell he did right that the universe decided to plant such an amazing woman in his life.

"Nicky," she moaned, tears rolling down her cheeks. He reached up and wiped them away, yanking her down to kiss her passionately. "You're about to cum on me, love, I can feel your pussy tightening around my dick. Keep riding me, baby. Fuck my cock till you cum." Clenching down hard on him, the familiar heat filled her abdomen, spreading all throughout her body. Pushing against his thrusts, Y/N, writhed in pleasure, arching her back to get Nick deeper into her.

"Fuck me harder, love. I know you can, fuck my cock harder. Make me cum for you." "Nick!" she screamed, moaning louder and louder. "F-fuck, ohhh baby! God, Nick, you're making me, I'm about to come!" Y/N screamed as her orgasm came sweeping through, making her cum hard, her body shuddering all around him. "The she is, there's my queen," Nicholas sighed, knowing he was finally able to let go and cum now that she had first. His warm seed spread through her body, some seeping out and onto the spot where their bodies connected. Nick looked down and smirked.

"Watching my cum seep out of your pussy has to be one of the hottest things I've ever seen," he confessed, breathlessly. "What's another thing that's hot?" Y/N fell against Nick's chest and listened to the sound of his pounding heart beating, cocooning her up in a blanket and his arms.

"You really want to know?" Nick looked down at her, puzzled. Lucky for him she nodded. "Watching you suck my dick is the hottest thing I've ever seen." "Really?" Y/N's eyes widened, giving Nick a half smile. "Really. "Y/N sat up and removed the blanket from around her. "Well, in that case," she said, hopping up off Nick's lap. His cock had gone soft, but Y/N was confident she could get him hard again. As she stood up, a small trickle of cum slid down her leg, causing Nick to whimper while saying a few choice words.

Y/N knelt down before him, slowly pushing his legs apart, already finding him semi-hard. "It's time to show my king how much I love him," she stated. Without a second thought, she took Nicholas into  her mouth and gave him what he not only needed and so desperately wanted, too.

[beatcroc]

updates on doombox wahoo

the main box here is scrap bc it's too flimsy to use as a final, but i went ahead and made finals of most of the little fiddly bits. the final main box will still be the same dimensions and i got a bigass watermelon bin for extra sturdy cardboard so this one's really just a prototype to figure out the cuts and fitting and whatnot. hands are gonna have regular like plush stuffing between the foam chunks to smooth the joints out, as well as around elswhere wherever it needs the volume. im using plastic garbage bags to map out the shapes/pattern for the fabric covering but it looks like shit so it's not here. also i am very afraid of trying to figure out the thumb shapes specifically

most of the rest of this just going to be me having to accept that my shoulders aren't like 3 fuckin feet wide to be able to do his build properly, and thus figuring out how to adjust the base design in a way that doesn't completely wreck his vibe, while ALSO retaining some manageable level of mobility. ive already given up on being able to raise my arms straight up :'^) anyway some mockup sketches of what it's probably going to look like in practice

things i am still unsure about. the waist piece. lotta joints there and again i need to be able to Sit so it can't be anything too stiff or Damageable. ideally i would also not like to have my ass out as well.

additionally. attaching things To the waist piece. and also attaching the arm speaker grate things.

thirdly. the jacket is really going to be puzzling. I Could do it the proper canon way where it just hugs the head/body mass of course, but having my arms come mostly from the bottom makes the shape trickier, especially regarding the sleeves. beyond that though I want to see about messing with its shape/fit to help the proportions seem a little better; If you really look at his design, the boombox part is like, deceptively small, and that jacket is pulling s surprising amount of weight for making him look bulky and top-heavy, so I'm hoping to exaggerate it to make him feel properly Huge.

and last i would love to put an actual speaker on there somewhere. i cannot be dressing up as a giant evil stereo and not play schnasty obnoxious jams. it's really just an issue of being able to control it; there's certainly plenty of room in this thing to just strap a bluetooth to it otherwise.

[onegirlatelier]

Song Camisole, intro + tutorial | December, 2023

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A camisole was the inner most layer of a Song lady’s outfit. Camisoles from the Song dynasty are simply named 宋抹sòng mǒ by modern historians (literal translation: Song camisole). The little camisole discussed in this post is based on the sample excavated from the tomb of Ms. Huang Sheng (full maiden name; she died at 17 in 1243 after being married for one year) in Fuzhou, China, hence it is in late Southern Song style. As far as I know, this is the only surviving sample of Song camisole in this style.

From the excavation report:

The artefact has one seam down the centre front. It has an outer layer and a lining, both in plain silk. It is 55cm long and 39-40cm wide. The shoulder ribbons are 34-35cm long, and the waist ribbons are 35-36cm long. From the report and the photograph which I can access, there doesn’t seem to be any dart. Perhaps Ms. Huang Sheng was flat-chested so a dart was unnecessary; nowadays traditional costume makers and wearers usually like a dart in the middle (usually via shaping on the CF seam) to better fit the bust.

I made this pink one nearly two years ago. You might be able to see a little bit of fabric being taken in on the top of the CF seam, which is the dart/shaping I was talking about.

Below is a tutorial for making one of these. It works for smaller bust sizes – you can add darts on the sides to do a full bust adjustment.

Pattern

You need two measurements:

The front half of your chest circumference (which is NOT the full chest circumference divided by two). If you want, you can add 1~2cm of positive ease to this.

The desired length. It has to be long enough to be tucked into a skirt.

The dart (for me) is usually 1~1.5cm on each side of the CF seam. If your fabric is wide enough, you can just make a dart and eliminate the CF seam. I’m not sure why the shoulder ribbons on the artefact are so short, since the common way of wearing this camisole the ribbons need to be at least 80~90cm. The depth of the armscye apparently depends on your body shape, but it shouldn’t be too low—usually the little side loops are on the same level as the bust point or just a little bit lower. The shape and size of the little triangles depend on your taste.

All figures in the sample below fit a pretty standard European size 36 with a total height of 160cm. (EDIT!! I made a mistake. It should be European size 34 i.e. bust circumference 80)

(Also: how you would arrange the pattern pieces on a traditional kimono bolt, if using kimono silk for this.)

Fabric

You’ll want something drapey and smooth that feels nice on bare skin. I’d always recommend silk, but a cotton/silk blend or a soft cotton also works fine. For synthetic fabrics, some viscose fabrics (or their eco-friendly relatives such as tencel) could work. For the pink one I made, I used repurposed kimono silk. The yellow one is a Chinese jacquard from a blend of silk and viscose.

If you are using redeemed kimono silk (or new kimono silk) with a width of approx. 33cm, one meter is about enough. This is very convenient because one meter is a common length of kimono sleeves and you can find fabrics sold in individual lengths in stores that specialise in this. If you are using a Western fabric, you only need to consider the length of the ribbon and whether you are willing to cut it on the weft. If cutting on the warp, you’ll need one meter. (They don’t need to be cut on bias though you can.)

You also need a lining fabric for the main body. I usually use a half-half cotton/silk blend about 12momme thin (I buy it in bulk because I use it for a lot of things.)

Sewing

First, sew the ribbons.

I starched the yellow fabric for the ribbon part because it was just so slippery and refused be folded. After I starched it, I was able to fold it right side out and sew with an invisible stitch. However, I would recommend starching as little as possible and making your starch as diluted as possible, because starch can be SUPER hard to wash out and leave your silk stiff.

Sew the CF and the dart, if any, respectively for the lining and for the shell.

Sew the little triangles. If you cut your triangles on grain, the hypotenuse edge is likely on bias, which means it is likely to be stretched out, leading to a gaping neckline (which is a pet peeve of mine). There are two ways to prevent this. A) Since you have a lining and a shell, you can cut the lining with its hypotenuse edge on grain, so that each of the three edges of the triangle is stabilised by one layer of fabric, which is what I did for the pink camisole. B) You can add a tape to the seam allowance, which is what I’m showing in the yellow camisole. I used a thin silk ribbon (usually used for silk ribbon embroidery) and pinned it to the seam allowance, making sure not to stretch the seam so that it’s at the right length. You can sew it down to both layers of the allowance or just one.

After stablising the hypotenuse edge, you can sew the triangle by placing the fabrics right side together and sandwich the shoulder ribbon in-between. The bottom edge needn’t be sewn. Turn it right side out when you finish.

I also add tapes to the underarm edges, which are also on bias.

Place the body layers right side together, sandwiching the triangles, loops and waist ribbons between them (baste in place if needed). Sew all around, leaving only a small opening on the bottom edge so that you can turn the whole thing right side out.

I do a little fold for the bottom edge so that the lining fabric does not show.

I whip-stitched close the small opening. It is also possible to do an invisible stitch, if your fabric is stable enough.

And there you have it~

When I wear the camisole, it is never without an outer layer of clothing that covers my back, which is mostly for historical accuracy, and unfortunately for safety and privacy too because I can never know if someone decides to pull the ties loose. So that’s my last bit of suggestion!

[adnehellena]

I'll post this here, because I am very, very proud of this little pet project I started like, a month and a half ago. And it turned out as a preparation for Vincent's debut in Ever Crisis. (For a tiny moment I thought I wouldn't complete it in time, but I did, and that's why I'm sharing it here.)

I got into my head that I wanted a Final Fantasy 7 plush, and while Cloud is a fave, he's not THE fave. So I decided to start with the one I love most: Vincent Valentine.

Idea set, hands at work! (Under the cut, because this is gonna be long)

So I chose the fabrics and made the models:

And adjusted them so he would still have his beautiful, grabbable slutty waist. With measurements done, time to stitch his body and head. (I regretfully didn't realize a friend of mine could print his face on the fabric, so I painted it by hand at least three times until it was acceptable 🥲) Buuuut, he came out like this, already stuffed:

After that, he needed hair to feel like a little baby Vincent. And it was a mild pain to fix it on his head.

Now, with his main features done, he needed his little clothes to become the beautiful baby he is. The most easy and logical move? Start with the pants! And boots. His tiny boots were a delight to do. (He gained a little gun in the process, too) 🥰

And with that part done, I need to do his jacket. He's about 35cm, so his jacket was little. And had many details. I was aiming for his Rebirth appearance, but some details I had to leave outside the model. With a great struggle, and many trials, he was like this:

But he still missed something, didn't he? Little Vincent deserved his cape, and was missing his gauntlet. So I took a little time to finish those two, and he was complete.

I kind of want to cry whenever I see him. He turned out even cuter than I thought he would. I'm so proud of finishing him 🥹

Now I'm planning on starting another one. Probably Cid, or Barret.

[cyncerity]

woah 2 stories in a week?? crazy

anyway this is for the superhero au again cause i’m very attached to it (please send asks there’s so much lore in this thing)

anyway this story doesn’t outright contain g/t, it’s just a short thing to explain character motivations, relationships, dynamics, and the inciting incident for a few of our main characters >:)

anyway, tw: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

“Hey man. I, uh, know it’s been a while, but I just wanted to check in.” Tommy wrung the fabric in his hands. “I know Dad doesn’t stop by much anymore. He can’t handle it, he says. I think he’s lost hope.”

Tommy hated to admit that he’d been losing hope too.

“I know you wanted me out of this. To keep me safe. Dad always thought I was just useless, too ‘childish,’ but you, you believed in me, right? I’m a vigilante now, i’ve made some new friends too!” Tommy sighed, continuing after a few moments of silence. “Dad…lost the court case I was telling you about.” He squeezed the fabric tighter. “No shock to you, I’m sure, you know how he is. He…he didn’t show up. That told the judge all he needed to know about ‘neglectful parenting.’ Mom knows, too. She couldn’t do much to fight it since she moved out, though. She’s still my legal parent and all, she’s just splitting custody with Techno now. I took her last name, just like you. She did want me to tell you she wishes she could make it as often as she used to, but asked me to bring these since she couldn’t be here in person.” Tommy laid a bouquet of black roses on the bedside table, on top of a pile of others ranging from old to decaying. He’d have to clean those up eventually. He couldn’t bring himself to right now. “She always said these reminded her of you.”

“Techno’s good to me.” Tommy continued. “You know his foster kid, Ranboo? I’m living with him now, too. He’s ok. Bit fidgety, nervous. Real awkward guy, so him and Techno get on perfectly. He’s not quite my brother yet, but…honestly, i think he could get there. Could never replace you, though.” Tommy laughed wetly, wiping unshed tears from his eyes. “You always knew how Tech felt about this stuff. Fuckin’ english major forced to be a supervillain. He’s much happier since he quit. Ranboo took his place in the Syndicate, now he runs a little library-cafe-dojo thing down in the colder parts of the Smp. I know he loves it, but i’ve had to adjust to the snow since i moved in.”

A tear ran down Tommy’s cheek, and he couldn’t pry his hands out of the beanie he held to bother to wipe it away.

“We…we miss you, man. Mom and Phil have been a wreck without you, Techno’s been left to pick up their pieces. I know you always joked that he might as well be part of the family, i don’t think you ever guessed how true that’d become. I- I can’t put into words how much this has taken from me. How much you being gone has taken from me. Yet i know if you’re still there, that you’re fighting to be here again. I’m not giving up on you. I can’t. You never gave up on me. You’re stronger than this.”

Tommy pulled the burgundy beanie over his head, the last thing his big brother had given him before his mission. Before the accident.

Wilbur lay unresponsive in the hospital bed like he had for over a year now.

Tommy walked over. He laid his forehead on his brothers, feeling tears slip off his face and down the other’s cheek.

“I’ll be waiting for you, bitch. However long it takes. I promise.”

Tommy turned to leave, past the blinking lights and the beeping machines keeping the man’s body alive when his brain was anything but. Past the dead flowers and dozens of get well soon cards and a few happy birthday ones. He turned the light off, knowing his brother preferred the dark. He’d be here again next week or sooner to turn it off once more when a nurse inevitably turned it back on.

Tommy closed the door behind him, leaving the body of his brother alone once more.