#two pairs of jeans that do NOT have holes in the crotch

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

some iconic finds from the thrift store today

(specific shoutout to butterfly bones. wild take on anatomy.🦋🦴)

[pupyuj]

The nation needs more Older G!P Stepsister Yujin 🗣🗣🗣

i actually don’t remember if i’ve written stepcest w yuj before and if i have it must’ve been forever ego so here’s a little food for ya’ll, courtesy of vexie 💕

annoying older stepsis yuj x spiteful bratty younger stepsis reader… well yes! 🥴 you and yujin hating each other the moment you met 😭 only playing nice when your dad and her mom are around bcs they want nothing more than to see their daughters getting along despite this odd situation they’ve put the two of you in ☹️ but as soon as they leave for work… yujin would spend the entire day annoying you, pulling pranks, insulting you, and sometimes even slutshaming you bcs she knows about your reputation in your university… which just so happens to be her own university’s nemesis in terms of sports (since she plays for her uni’s women’s soccer team and all) 🤓☝️ but sometimes you get the upper hand! there are days where yujin is too exhausted to bother you, merely giving you a dirty look before dissolving into the soft couches and watching her favorite shows for hours on end… and that was where you got the wicked idea to play into this whorish reputation your fellow schoolmates have given you!

see, ahn yujin may be to worst thing that has ever happened to you but she also just so happens to be criminally attractive so as messed up as it was, considering that you’re technically family, you were super into her! bcs come on! pretty, tall, hits the gym regularly, and is also very obviously interested bcs she was never at all subtle when staring at your ass while you walk around the house?? yujinnie was basically asking you to seduce her.. and that you did! coming down from the stairs wearing the nastiest pair of booty shorts and a thin tank top that you owned and having to hold back a triumphant smirk when you spotted yujin physically perking up at the sight of you… like a puppy that was eyeing her newest toy 🤭

gosh you did every cliche seducing tactics in that living room it was almost embarrassing 😭 bending over at the right angle for yujin to stare at your ass while you take the remote control from the coffee table, making sure that you have to walk in front of her before sitting down on the empty spot beside her, letting one strap of your tank top to fall down your arm and making sure your top was loose enough for yujin to see the slightest bit of your tits… well, suffice to say you were successful! and you knew bcs yujin immediately put a pillow on her lap to cover up her crotch as soon as she felt her jeans tightening up 🫣🫣 you would’ve loved to tease her more since it felt so so good being the one who was doing the tormenting for once but you were just a girl! you needed your holes filled and yujin had the right tool for that!

she was hogging a bowl of popcorn allll the way to her other side so you had to reach over just to steal a few, and ofc you didn’t miss the way yujin’s eyes flickered down from you lips to your breasts,, she immediately looks away though! swallowing hard and pretending like she’s not at all bothered 🤭 on a normal day where you weren’t dressed like a common whore she would actually argue with you over getting your own damn bowl of popcorn but not today! she was now thinking with her dick and you couldn’t fucking wait to make fun of her about it 😝 tomorrow. after she’s done breeding you tonight 😋

“being called a slut in campus not good enough for you? you have to look like this at home too?” yujin asks just to get some sort of control over the situation but it was too late 🥺🥺 sitting closer, blinking your eyes with faux innocence and saying, “seems like you like it though. don’t you, unnie?” well fuck! you never call yujin ‘unnie’ unless you’re talking with your parents and in this situation, there was nothing pure about the way you said it so yujin was just a fucking mess 😭 she doesn’t know what to do with herself! you almost pitied her—you just knew that her poor cock was begging to be free from her jeans… and ofc you promised your dad that you would be a good stepsister to your yujin-unnie and you wouldn’t dare break that promise! 🫢 putting the bowl of popcorn away and having to rip off that damn pillow from her lap, you straddled yujin and… well, the rest, as they say, is history! 🫣

one minute the two of you were messily making out and touching each other everywhere with clumsy hands and the next she has completely (and literally) ripped your tank top and pulled your shorts off, pinning you down the couch and what surprised you was how yujin didn’t even bother to take your panties off… she decided that the pair looked way too good on your skin so she merely pulled it to the side before ramming her cock inside you, and now both of you were thinking about nothing but each other! 🤗💕 thank goodness your parents were not home and your neighbors on either side as well as across were away bcs the two of you were so fucking loud and the curtains were not at all closed!! like fuck, it’s almost as if the two of you jumped straight out of a porn video 😭

one would think that people who hate each other as much as the two of you did would be cursing the other even at this moment where you were fucking like rabid animals but nope! both of you were too lost in pleasure to have anything that ain’t moans leave your mouths 🤭 it only drove yujin even more crazy when you wrapped your legs around her waist, encouraging her to fuck your harder… the wet noises of skin slapping against skin pushing you closer and closer to your climax… yujinnie’s bites and little whines making you fucking wish that your parents get home late bcs fuck, you need to hear more of her like this! 🥴

it doesn’t take long for either of you to cum.. but what bothrred you is that yujin fucking pulled out! however, she does notice your annoyance… way after she has spilled every drop of her cum on your stomach and thighs.. “later.. in my room… i have condoms.” poor baby was too tired to even speak! 🥺 “no, idiot. don’t wrap it up. fucking cum inside me.” you demanded 😭 ofc yujinnie folds bcs who was she to deny a pretty girl of her seed, yk!? “fine! but don’t fucking cry to me if you get pregnant.” oh she was pissed at being pushed around but literally the next second she rests her head on your chest and snuggles into you for warmth ☹️💞💞

when your parents came home, they spotted the two of you cocooned into a warm blanket in the couch as you watched a fun movie together, cuddling like the sweet ‘sisters’ they always saw the two of you as 🫢 but as soon as they busied themselves in the kitchen, your hand slides inside yujin’s boxers and her own cups your ass… nothing innocent about the two of you at all 😭

[pearlahearts]

Kinktober Day 5 - Alhaitham

pairing | alhaitham/fem!reader

warnings| smut, mirror sex, roleplaying, spanking, one (1) coochie slap, squirting, name-calling (whore, slut, etc.)

notes| i always cook with alhaitham fics btw

eremite outfit reference

alhaitham + mirror sex & role play

alhaitham doesn’t understand the point of certain holidays.

sure, he understood that most were designed so people could have time off from their jobs and be with their families, but holidays like tonight? he never understood why people dressed up, going door to door asking for candy. it seemed so risky and childish.

though he supposes that’s why it’s so popular among children. 

which brings him to why he can’t seem to understand why it’s so popular among adults. due to this lack of understanding, he keeps to himself on this holiday. either holed away at the academia or in his home with a book in his hands.

but now that he’s entered a relationship with you, you’ve made it difficult to keep to himself today. 

around 7 o’clock, you’re bursting through his front door, dressed up as an eremite minus the blindfold. though he finds it mildly concerning that you’ve dressed up as a criminal, he can’t help but think how attractive you look in the costume.

the way your top is cropped to show your stomach. he finds himself placing his book over his crotch as his eyes follow the length of your legs up to the curve of your ass as you spin around to give him the full view of your outfit. 

“i assume you’re here to drag me out for a night on the town?” he asks.

“nope!” you say with a pop. 

“i’ve got something else planned for us tonight,” you say, a smirk forming on your face. you walk over to where he’s sitting on his chair and grab his hand, pulling it to make him get up.

he gets up, and the book covering his lap falls to the floor with a thud. but he doesn’t care. not when you’ve got this look in your eye like you're about to devour him whole.

it’s rare that he ever feels this way, but he can’t help but be excited.

he can feel his pants tighten with each step the two of you take to his bedroom.

he’s so damn excited.

his heart is pounding, sweat dripping from his neck, his eyes racing up and down your body as you guide him just a few more steps.

as soon as the two of you make it into his room, you slam the door and press him into it, your mouth attacking his neck and collarbone as your hands rush to unbutton his jeans and roam underneath his shirt.

his hands wander your body at the same time. up and down your back. down to your thighs and back up under your skirt, firmly groping your ass. 

you can’t get enough of each other. 

it takes you a moment before you’ve gotten him fully naked. you remove yourself from his body to take a look at him.

he’s panting, his eyes glazed in lust. he’s got red hickeys running up and down both sides of his neck. but nothing compares to his angry, red cock that bounces with every heavy breath he takes. 

you can't help but squeeze your legs together. you get the feeling that if you didn’t, your arousal would drip through your panties and down your legs.

you give him a quick smirk though. and then you’re pulling off your soaked panties and crawling onto the bed.

“i’ve been a bad girl,” you say lowly while making yourself comfortable on the bed, still in your costume.

“i’ve been doing illegal activities and attacking unsuspecting travelers, and i think i need to be straightened out. think you can help me?” the sultry look on your face has him struggling to breathe.

he didn’t have many girlfriends before you. didn’t have a lot of sex with them either.

but you, you were different.

always eager for anything and everything. brought him out of his comfort zone, but in a good way.

he’s excited now.

yes, in the horny way, but also in the way someone gets when they know something absolutely amazing is going to happen to them.

so, he wastes no time pouncing on you. 

“you’ve been a bad girl huh? Iiguess a punishment is in line for you then,” he growls into your ear.

his hands are roaming your body. groping your clothed breasts, gripping at the soft flesh of your bare ass, running his hand over your mound. it has you writhing underneath him, desperate for more. 

“yes, please. i need punishment ‘haitham,” you whimper out.

that’s all he needs before he’s flipping you onto your stomach and pushing his cock into you.

the stretch of his abrupt entrance burns, but it’s delicious and has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

your moans increase as his hands move off of your body and pull on your pigtails, lifting your head up off the bed.

he’s fast and hard inside of you. pounding away at your sweet spot. your toes curl inside your shoes as his balls slap against your clit with no signs of stopping.

he lets go of one of your pigtails to flip up your skirt and land heavy slaps on your ass. the stinging feeling has you moaning out and tears welling in your eyes. It hurt, but you love it.

“m-more ‘haitham. please,” you whine out desperately

“don’t, tell me what to do. criminals like you don’t get a say in their treatment.” 

his harsh words make your cunt clench. you love the way he’s treating you now, like some whorish criminal desperate for a cock. and you are for the most part.

a whore desperate for his cock.

alhaitham has to hold himself back. with each action he does and each word he says, it’s making you wetter than he’s ever seen before. your slick and cream is dripping onto your thigh-high socks, dripping onto his own thighs, and the sheets below you. 

he knows that if he keeps thrusting inside of you, he’ll come to an early release, and he wants to draw this for as long as he possibly can. so he releases your pigtail out of his hand, letting your head drop onto the bed, and pulls out of you, making you whine in frustration.

“quiet slut, and come over here,’ he commands as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. he watches you scurry to where he is through the full-length mirror across from his head, and an idea pops into his head.

when you’re right next to him, he tells you to pull off your skirt, then he pulls you onto his lap. your back resting on his chest, his legs in between your own, spreading them so he can see your soaked pussy through the mirror. 

“look at that greedy pussy. not only are you a criminal, but a whore desperate for my cock.”

his hands are running up and down your thighs before one is holding down your writhing hips and the other is swiping two fingers across your swollen clit before landing a harsh smack onto your soaked cunt. 

you cry out but his hand flies up to your face and squishes your cheeks together to silence you.

“you don’t get to complain,” he growls into your ear, still focused on your red, dripping cunt through the mirror. 

he takes his hand off of your face to grip your other hip and he’s lifting your body up and positioning you over his stiff cock. he then drops you harshly onto his cock. 

you can’t help but let out a loud moan at the stretch and the deepness of his cock being inside you. 

he starts to thrust into you again, no longer caring if you moan or complain, focused solely on the way your cunt stretches around his cock. the way your pussy begins to cream and drool around him, making a mess on his lap. 

as his hips are thrusting inside of you, he grips your and lifts them up and slams them down every time he thrusts inside of you. 

the tip of his cock is slamming into your cervix and brushing against your g-spot. it has you reeling, eyes rolled up into the back of your hair, mouth wide open with drool dripping onto your chin. you're a mess. 

and he’s watching you with a predatory gaze through the mirror. 

his hands stop lifting you up and down his cock, he moves one behind him onto the bed to keep him steady and the other one swirls over your clit in rhythm with his hips. 

you’re close to cumming. he can feel it in the way your cunt clenches, the way your hips twitch, the way your stomach tightens, and your neck strains.

with a few rough swipes across your clit you’re cumming all over his cock. creaming and squirting all over his cock and the mirror.

the way you're clenching a creaming around him sends his hips into a frenzy, overstimulating you, drawing out your orgasm. 

he can feel himself on the brink of cumming, in seconds, he’s spraying inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum. 

he groans loudly from the feeling around you as he cums and the sight of his cum leaking out of your swollen cunt.

he lifts you off of his cock and rests you on the top of his thighs, his cock resting on your back, getting softer by the second, but that changes once he sees your face in the mirror.

you’re looking at him, your eyes glazed over with lust, a smirk on your exhausted face.

he knows that you have more in store for him tonight and he’s ready for it.

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[lipglossanon]

October 4th

Kink: Knife play

Pairing: Dark Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, knife play, knife kink, slight predator/prey, vaginal penetration, dirty talk, stepcest, daddy kink

not proofread

You’re pretty proud of the fact you made it past the front porch before the kitchen light kicks on. Heart in your throat, you shift from a slow paced walk to an outright sprint. You’ve made it past the tree line of the property by the time the sliding glass door opens and his voice calls out to you. 

“Better make it worth while, little girl.”

Giddy anticipation mixed with anxiousness swirls in your stomach. You’re glad you went with the sneakers and faded jeans look; Leon’s better at this than you, but it gives you a false sense of security nonetheless. 

Unsure of how long it’s been, you slow down to a slight jog before tapering down into a walk. Your breath saws in and out of your throat as you glance behind you only to be met with the silhouettes of trees and inky darkness. The hairs raise on your arms the same time a broad forearm band across your waist and yanks you into a firm chest. 

“A little better this time, sweetheart,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear. He brings his other hand around to show off the hunting knife he brought along. “But still not quick enough.”

Your heart trips before beating harder, watching as he brings the wickedly sharp blade up your cheek, patting the skin with the dull side. 

“Daddy,” you breathe out, relaxing in his hold. “I promise to do better next time.”

“I know,” he coos, all saccharine sweet, “but it wasn’t quite good enough.”

Quicker than you can keep up with, the blade’s pressed against the neck of your shirt and he slices downward, parting the fabric until it falls away from your body. Pressing the spine of his knife against your sternum, he slips the edge underneath your bra and jerks forward. The material tears in two, breasts spilling out in the cold night air, nipples pebbling into stiff peaks. 

“Have I got a fun little game in store for you,” he laughs darkly, knife skating across your skin so lightly it doesn’t draw blood—only leaves behind a phantom sensation on your body. 

Moving his other hand up, he wraps his bicep around your throat to hold you to his chest. You squirm in place, panties flooding with slick at the situation. 

“Take off your jeans,” he taps the knife against your stomach. 

Hands shaking, you fumble with the button twice before undoing it and unzipping your pants. Pushing down on the denim, you wiggle in his hold as little as possible since he never loosens the hold around your neck. Frustrated tears bead your eyes when the fabric gets caught on your thighs.

“Need help?” 

“Please, daddy,” you whisper. “I-I can’t reach it anymore.”

He clicks his tongue, “Poor thing.”

He brings one foot up to slip between your thighs, booted sole stomping down on the crotch of your jeans and forcing them roughly down your legs. Whimpering, you bite your lip to stifle any more sounds, skin stinging from the harsh treatment. 

His blade tip slides down your stomach to your panty clad mound, lightly smacking against you. Pulling it away, he brings it up to his face and chuckles. 

“Pussy’s crying already,” his bicep tightens around your throat. “Such a slutty girl.”

You whine when the flat side of the knife spanks across your pussy before he moves it up to slide underneath the band of your panties. He cuts through the fabric resting on each side of your hip and the flimsy fabric sticks to the chubby lips of your cunt. 

“Slut,” he rumbles approvingly, shifting the arm around you down to pull the ruined panties away from your pussy. “So fucking wet and I haven’t even touched your little clit.”

He flips the knife over and smacks the hilt against your slit, parting your slick folds until he’s pressing into your dripping hole. Your head falls back against him as you keen, pussy pulsing and fluttering around the knife handle as he slides it in deeper. 

“You’re going to cum all over my knife, sweetheart, then I’m going to stuff this pretty little pussy full,” he kisses the shell of your ear. 

It doesn’t take long at all for Leon to build you up, fingers teasing across your clit as he fucks the knife hilt in and out of your lewdly squelching pussy. He brings his other hand up to slip his middle and ring finger past your lips.

“Suck.”

Whimpering, you do as your told, tongue lapping against the digits as they slide in and out of your mouth. Once Leon thinks they’re wet enough, he pulls them away at the same time as he slips the knife hilt from your tight cunt. He swaps them around, pressing the slick coated handle against your lips while his soaked fingers fuck up into your drippy pussy.

Your eyes roll back as Leon fucks the knife hilt into your mouth, the taste of your own slick flooding your tongue. His fingers scissor your hole before pulling out to rub across your clit, smearing wetness around until the swollen bud’s slippery.

“Ready to swap back, sweetheart?”

Leon pulls the knife away with a wet pop, but keeps fingering your puffy cunt.

“Do you want it?”

You nod, “Please, wanna be good for you, daddy.”

“That’s my girl,” he coos, slowly pulling his fingers from your clenching walls, running the wet handle of his knife down along your sternum and over your stomach until he can tap it against your clit.

Rolling your hips into the motion, Leon lets you hump against his knife for a few seconds, watching as you chase your pleasure. With a low groan, he sinks the knife back inside your pussy.

He shoves his fingers back into your mouth, making you clean the slick off of them. Your body’s so keyed up at this point, it only takes a few more rough thrusts for your arousal to nearly reach its peak.

“Daddy, ‘m close,” you whimper, nails digging into his thick forearms.

“Good girl,” he hums. “Let that hot pussy cream my knife, sweet girl.”

Walls fluttering and pulsing around the stiff material buried in your cunt, you keen as the band of arousal winds tighter and tighter. He never lets up and with one last rough strum of his fingers across your clit, your body trembles as your orgasm sweeps through you.

While your legs shake with aftershocks, Leon pulls his knife away with a wet schlick, handle coated in so much slick it drips down the blade.

Tucking it away, Leon moves both hands down to rub and pinch your puffy cunt.

“We’re going to have so much fun tonight, sweetheart.”

[back2bluesidex]

Heeled Boots - JHS (18+)

Pairing: Hoseok X Fem!Reader

Theme: PWP, SMUT, established relationship au

Wordcount: 1.2k+

Summary: A little something about Hoseok's heeled boots from MAMA 2022.

Warnings: boot riding (you read that right), dom!hsoeok, slight degrading, she calls him Mr. Jung, cock riding, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up). NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: been a minute since I have written anything for the love of my life.

“I…. Like these…” Your words evaporate in the thin air, partly because you can’t even focus on what you are saying, partly because the words come out of your mouth without your consent. 

“These?” Hoseok wiggles his boot-cladded feet. His eyes go a little wide at your sudden confession. 

“Mmmm..” you reply absent-mindedly - eyes never leaving his heeled boots. 

“Should I get a pair of matching ones for you?” he proposes lovingly, his long arms secure around your waist even more tightly as he subtly pulls you towards him. 

“Ah- no. I mean I like these on you. These are kinda- I don’t know - hot? Irritatingly so? Makes me wanna ride these?” you ramble without hearing yourself properly. 

At first Hoseok tries to register what you are saying but when his ears send each of your words to his brain, his blood rushes south. At once his cock starts twiching inside the shiny leather outfit that has been chosen for his MAMA performance. 

“Then do it.” He suggests slowly, voice already dipping by an octave. 

Your eyes shoot up. You have been zoning out for the past half an hour, especially because Hoseok’s outfit and his heeled boots have been too much to take for you. He looks so breathtakingly hot that your brain.exe has stopped responding long ago. 

You gulp at his suggestion. Not that you haven’t been thinking about asking him to take you then and there but his performance is scheduled within 45 minutes and you definitely don’t want to exhaust him now. 

Moreover, there are a ton of people running behind these closed doors. The last thing you want is to get caught. 

“We can’t.” you mumble, throat getting dry already. 

“That’s not a choice now, baby. You gotta take responsibility for your words.” Hoseok places his free hand on your thigh, gliding it up towards your crotch painfully slowly. 

“But your per- ah” Hoseok pinches on the meat of your thigh, pain shoots on your skin even through the rough material of your jeans. 

“Take your jeans off, baby.” your boyfriend orders. Even though the sentence is simple, it comes out as a low growl. And you know it’s better not to disobey him. 

So you do as you’re told. You stand up on your legs and start unbuttoning your jeans.

Hoseok’s eyes rake through your thighs and get stuck on the wet patch of your red cotton panties. 

He smirks, “Such a whore.” 

“For you.” you add to stroke his ego. 

His hand circles around your left wrist as he pulls you towards him dangerously close, so much so that you can feel his breath on your belly. 

His free hand hooks on the waistband of your panty, he dips one finger inside, plunges that inside your folds. 

Your breath shudders at the touch of his cold finger. 

Pulling that finger out, he puts it into his mouth. His eyes close as he hums at the taste. 

Your boyfriend’s action makes a pool of hotness gush out of your hole.

“This has to go too” Hoseok eyes your panty again. Knowing what to do, you strip it off. 

“Good girl. Now rub that greedy cunt on my boot.” he wiggles his foot again. He sits cross legged to hike his right leg in the air. 

You lick your lips. Fuck you are perched. 

When you stand still, without obeying his command - Hoseok’s face darkens. He raises one of his eyebrows as if to threaten you. 

You show your obedience without thinking anymore. 

You squat, hands grabbing the edges of the sofa for support. Your folds come in contact with the tip of Hoseok’s heeled boot. You inhale sharply. 

You know squatting like this won’t be enough, so you part your pussy lips with two of your fingers, letting your clit grind against his boot. 

“Rub it.” Hoseok orders again. His eyes pierce through your already watery ones as he sits there casually. 

There is no change in his posture, not even a single limb of his body is tensed - unlike yours. 

You start moving your hips in circles. At first lightly but then when your body starts asking for more and more friction - your grinds get harder as well.  

Your breaths are now short and ragged. Hoseok’s shiny boots turn even more shiny with your arousal over the tip. 

Your legs threaten to give up but the coil in your stomach has just started to tighten. You can’t give up now - you won’t give up now. 

As if reading your contorted face and rigid body language, Hoseok winds a hand around your bicep and starts pulling you up. 

“Hoseok I-” 

“Is that what you should call me?” Hoseok interrupts, glaring at you through his dark locks. 

“I’m sorry. Mr. Jung.” you correct yourself hastily. 

“Good girl.” he mutters, pulling you down on his lap, “take me out.” 

Your mind runs wild. You are really getting to fuck him when he looks this hot? Such a lucky girl you are. 

Your hands find the button of his leather trouser as you walk your way through the garment and pull his semi hardened length out. 

You pump it until his cock is hard enough for your cunt to swallow. Hoseok groans, rests his head on the backrest of the sofa. 

“Can I ride you, Mr. Jung?” you ask him sheepishly.

“Yes, baby. Go ahead.” he permits a little breathlessly. 

You line his cock on your entrance, the tip nudges your clit making you moan. Once his cock is lined, it isn’t tough to slide down. 

Once he is rooted inside your velvet walls, you start moving. 

Hoseok sometimes think that his cock was made for your hole because he has never fucked anyone who could swallow his cock as good as you. 

He loves it. He loves you. 

He eyes the spot where his shaft is disappearing in your wet heat. Then his eyes fall on your face, the satisfaction is clearly written on your pretty features. 

Your little melodic sounds are making it tough for him to restrict his own sounds of pleasure. So he grabs you by your neck and seals your lips with yours. 

The kiss is as hungry as his cock. 

Your energy starts running low when your walls start clenching around his cock. Your legs really can’t take it anymore. 

“Mr. Jung, I can’t- h-help me.” Your voice breaks. Hoseok understands what you are asking for right away and wraps his hand tightly around your waist. 

He thrusts up, slapping his torso on your downside. 

It takes only three thrusts for your release to wash over you - you cream his cock. 

“Gonna cum inside you. Can’t ruin the outfit.” he speaks into your mouth. You nod agreeing to his proposition. 

Two more thrusts later, Hoseok cums in you. 

Both of you stay still, mouths wet with the messy kiss, breathe too heavy to calm yourselves down. 

“Noona, I’m taking these home.” Hoseok points at the black shiny heeled boots that are now kept inside a pretty looking leather box. 

“Oh? But those are sponsored. We have to return those.” the stylist stops what she was doing. Confusion evident in her face. 

“Don’t worry. I will take care of it.” Hoseok replies before he leaves the room. You can’t help but smile as you follow him outside. 

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[wandussyfantasy]

Ok hear me out. I have several ideas so take your pick really. (For a “sequel” to Movie Night)

Wanda and Y/n go on a date to a restaurant but they’re so insatiable (and at this point I think it’s confirmed that Wanda is that girl) that R starts fingering her under the table and she’s rubbing them through their pants. They end up having to leave in the middle of their meal to get their hands on each other properly

They could also go to some kind of public event but each with vibrators that the other controls where they have a competition to see who will break first and beg for sex

Another one is Wanda could give y/n road head while they’re driving somewhere just to tease them so they have to pull over and put her in her place or vice versa where she makes them pull over bc sucking their dick just isn’t enough

I also just love the idea that they continue to fuck without a condom bc now Wanda is addicted to the feeling of y/n cumming inside her bc why wouldn’t she be. Plus she’s on the pill anyways. I imagine her begging to be filled up every time and I just🫠

I could go on but you get the idea👀

Roadtrip

Summary: Y/n surprises Wanda with tickets to see the Era's Tour but it comes with a price.

Pairings: Wanda x NB!AMAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,259

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!smut, gn!reader amab, powerbottom!wanda, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, masturbation, public touching, fantasies, teasing, and creampie.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

“Can you tell me when the next exit is?” You ask as you keep your eyes on the road. The two of you were on your annual road trip. It became a thing the first summer that you got your license. There was an obscure movie that Wanda was obsessed with and it was playing at a theater in a town in the middle of nowhere. You surprised her with the trip out there. Before opening the relationship to sexual exploration, the trips were the perfect excuse for the two of you to be alone together. It was cheaper to rent rooms with one bed and have an excuse to sleep in the same bed as her. 

Now, this is the first time you're taking the trip and you're able to do everything you've ever fantasized about doing with her. 

The same went for Wanda. The amount of times she had thought about taking things to another level on these trips and now it was all she could think about. “Wanda?” You asked as you quickly glanced at her. Wanda's eyes were zeroed in on your crotch. “Wanda? Hello?” 

Wanda snapped out of her trance. “What? Huh?” She said as her eye met yours. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was asking for you to check how far the nearest exit is,” you repeat yourself. “I need to fill up on gas and load up on more snacks while we're at it.” 

“Right,” Wanda pulls out her phone and finds out the information you need. She tells you and you thank her as you keep your eyes on the road. Trying to not think about how distracted she was. 

Suddenly, Wanda unzips the fly of your jeans and you look at her with curiosity. “What do you think you're doing?” You ask as two of her fingers dance around on your cock. You gulp as you feel a part of your body come to life. She was possibly the most sexually adventurous person you have ever been with. Always surprising you. She pulls your cock out through the middle of your jeans before you get too hard and she licks her lips. Even barely erect, you still have an appetizing penis to her. “Wanda,” you whisper as you keep your eyes on the mostly empty road. 

She doesn't say a word as she leans over the console to start licking the top of your cock. You gulp as you continue to drive as safely as you can. Her tongue starts to trail along the base of your cock as it stiffens up. Her fingers reach into your jeans to play with your balls. “Fuck, Wanda,” you groan as her lips wrap around your tip. She circles her tongue around the skin and plays with the hole. Then she starts to bob her head up and down on your cock. “You're going to be the death of me,” you say as she continues to suck you off. Knowing exactly what you like. 

After the first swerve of the car, you knew that you were far too gone to continue driving so you pulled off to the side of the empty road. You shut the car off as Wanda's blowjob got more aggressive. “Oh yeah baby, you've gotten so good at this,” you groan as your hand gets tangled in her hair and you start to guide her head as you thrust your hips, gently fucking her mouth. 

“I’m cumming,” you grunt before you burst in her mouth. Your load is too much and Wanda has to pull away. Your cum shoots out onto the steering wheel and the roof of the car. “Shit!” You say as you look around for something to clean it with. You find your old cum rag in your glove compartment that you haven't had to use since Wanda became your personal cum dump. You wipe your cum off of the places it landed on.

“You're still hard,” Wanda observes as she wipes the cum off of her lips. Your dick twitches from the acknowledgement. 

“You're still hot,” you wink at her. “Backseat,” you tell her as you get out of the car to move to the back. She follows and once the two of you are situated, you finger her as you kiss her. She is soaking wet already. “Gosh, you're insatiable,” you mutter against her lips. 

“I can't help it, you're irresistible,” she said as she moved her lips to your neck. “Come on, stop fingering me already. Who knows how long we have?” She whispers into your ear. “Fuck me already,” she says and you nod as you take your fingers out of her and suck on your fingers.

 “Mmm nothing tastes better than that,” you compliment and gaze into her eyes as you slowly guide yourself into her pussy. “Oh and no one has ever felt as good as that.” 

“Gross, I don't want to think about you fucking anyone else,” Wanda grouches as she meets your thrusts. 

“No?” You say as you place your lips close to her ear. “Not even if you were there?” Wanda whimpers and you know that you struck a nerve. “Can't you see it? I'm fucking another person while they eat you out. Could be another woman, could be a guy, could be-” 

“A girl, it's another mmmph, it's another girl,” Wanda says as she grips your shirt. 

“Mm ok, it's another girl,” you continue to roll your hips into her. “It starts with you eating her out first. I'm hiding behind the door watching. Oh yeah, you don't know I'm there at first. You think it's just you and her. Mmpf fuck,” you are turning yourself on with this fantasy. “I'm jerking off as you make her cum with your talented tongue. Then I walk in when you're making out with her. My dick is hard and out. You aren't surprised when you see me as you invite me closer.” 

“Oh Y/n,” Wanda moans, “keep going. Harder.” 

Your thrusts get a little rough as you continue to stretch her tight pussy with your giant cock. “You take turns sucking me off. Then you um ugh fuck! Then you guide me into her pussy. Mm yeah and you sit on her face while you watch me fuck her.” Your groans get louder as you start to lose yourself in Wanda and in the fantasy. “She uh she is eating you out. Yeah. Like her life depends on it. And then you make me pull outta before I cum because my cum is yours.”

“Hell yeah it is,” she pants out as she plays with her breasts. 

“Then I lay down and you ride my cock while she sits on my faaaaccccee,” you start to cum inside of Wanda. “Fuckin hell,” you grunt as your thrusts slow down and become more jagged. You stop talking as you fall into the back of the seat feeling exhausted. Wanda’s walls tighten around your cock as she orgasms as well, milking everything from you. 

“Thank you,” Wanda says as she kisses your sweaty forehead. “You've given me a lot to think about when I'm using willy.” 

You laugh as you pull out of her. You reach in the bag that she told you willy was in and you plug her pussy with it to keep your cum inside. You turn the vibrator on and move back to the driver's seat. “Have fun,” you wink back at her as you turn the car on and get back onto the road.

The End.

[spookyrowan]

Easy Upcycled Jeans Bag

Before:

After:

You will need:

pair of old trousers

scissors

needle and thread

(optional) pins

(optional) additional fabric for strap if not using offcuts

First cut the bottoms off your trousers above where the seams join at the crotch.

Next turn inside out and pin along the open edge. Or don't, it should be pretty easy to sew up without pinning.

Then sew shut the gap along the bottom. Do two lines of stitching if you're worried about it not being strong enough (but it will probably be fine). There you have your bag!

All that's left to do is the strap. Cut strips of the fabric you cut off the legs of the trousers and use lengths of this. (I used shorts for my bag so I made the strap from the legs of some cutoff shorts I made from onother pair of jeans.)

For a no sew option cut out and tie together the strong inside seams from the legs to make a sturdy strap.

What I did was cut strips double the width I wanted the strap to be then sewed along the edge and, using a safety pin, turned the resulting tube inside out so the seam was on the inside (see this post for detailed istructios on how to do this)

You could do a long shoulder strap or a shorter one depending on how you want to carry your bag. Try out different lengths to decide what you want to do.

To attach the strap you could tie the ends to the belt loops, cut holes in the waistband and tie it through them, or sew them down.

And you're done! this makes a very cool and surprisingly roomy bag with ready made pockets for all your things. You can even accesorise it with a belt, attach keyrings to the belt loops, sew on patches, attach studs or badges, the possibilities are endless.

[octuscle]

CHAVTF - Dan and Dick

Richard was excited to see his son Daniel's new apartment. Daniel had moved out of his home in Mayfair a few weeks ago. For his work, the Eastend was better located. And Mayfair was indeed nothing for young people by now. Richard himself was considering moving away. He was now retired, and his wife had been dead for over a year. Perhaps a change of scenery would not be wrong.

The inspection of the new apartment did not take long. Small, functional. And still full of moving boxes. So Daniel suggested going to dinner at one of the nearby restaurants. Richard agreed. He was starting to get hungry. They had been walking for a few minutes when, completely unexpectedly, a heavy downpour came down. Although they quickly took cover under a tree, they were soaked to the bone. And then a huge amount of bird droppings slapped down on them. Their clothes were ruined.

Richard laughed. "It's all no drama. There's another store up ahead, we can get a dry and clean jacket there." Daniel hesitantly countered that this wasn't Savile Row, but Richard said they'd find something appropriate for dinner in the East End. They entered CHAVTF. A small store, crowded and not very clear. At the cash register at the entrance sat a young man with a shaved head, playing with his cell phone. When he saw Richard and Daniel, he began to grin. And a large wet spot formed in his crotch from the precum. "Oi mates, you looking for something dry? There are two changing rooms up ahead, strip down and I'll bring you something." Richard and Daniel found the approach a bit odd, but followed the request. The locker rooms smelled musty, the floor wasn't particularly clean, and strangest of all was the large hole in the partitions at belt height.

"You lads prefer boxers with those big dicks of yours, don't you?" " You bet your ass I do," Daniel replied. "Here you go. Aren't really Calvin Klein, but good quality." Richard pulled on the shorts. He massaged his cock. Felt really massive. "And here are socks. Size 12 should fit." The two put on the white athletic socks. They immediately got dirty on the greasy floor. "Tell me mates! Are you guys brothers? You look a bit alike." "Fuck, yeah," Daniel replied. "Here are some jeans. See if you like them. And who's the older of you?" Richard pulled up his pants. He'd never worn ripped jeans before. But they felt great. And they sat so low on his hips that you could still read the Calvin Klein lettering super. That's how he'd imagined it. "The older one is me, mate," Richard said. "But only three months. We're half-brothers. Dad screwed anything that couldn't run away fast enough." Dan replied that Richard's mother, however, had also been a whore who had let everyone have it. "You got it, bro! Your mom's not a whore, of course. And where did all your brothers and sisters come from?" replied Dick.

"Here's two cool pairs of shoes. Let's take a look, mates," the store attendant said, pulling the curtains aside. Dan and Dick grinned and posted for fun. "Wow, your training is paying off, Mates! You both box welterweight?" "Nah," Dick said. "I'm a lightweight. But I'm working on it. The goal is middleweight already." "You guys are probably going out clubbing today. T-shirts for clubbing?" Dan said they were going to get drinks at the gas station first. And then maybe to the pub. But T-shirt is fine." The store attendant tossed them two black T-shirts. Dan and Dick put them on and took out their chains. They were quiet for everyone to see. "Why aren't you both inked, anyway? Your tattoos are really coming along!" Dick stroked his neck and arm. Yes, he was really proud of them, but they had cost a lot of money. And Dan just had to save up a little bit of money, then he would surely get a tattoo.

Fortunately, they had collected a lot of money today. The two fine toffs Dan and Dick had stolen the coats from had been carrying a lot of cash. "Mates, the jackets really go with your outfit. Can't nobody tell they're not Moncler." The two put the jackets on. The pal was right. They looked awesome! "Mates, did you want to earn a £100 discount on the clothes. If one of you blows the other in the booth through the glory hole and I can use the video on Tiktok, everything together will only cost 50 pounds. Dick tossed a swiped credit card to the store attendant. "We'll pay by card, but we'll do it for 100 pounds cash."

Once the two were back outside, Dick had to light a fag. Dan still had the taste of Dick's cum in his mouth and declined, grinning. "Not until after the next beer. Your spunk tastes like shit." "And yours tastes like piss!"

[microsuedemouse]

tiny adventures in visible mending!

my work pants take a lot of stress (and sweat) for a job that most people see as mostly standing around - and admittedly, it’s not really that physical. But I refuse to buy new work clothes every time I wear something out, so I’ve been very slowly working on mending them every so often, and experimenting with doing so visibly. it’s a fun skill to practice, and it’s a way to get away with adding a little colour to my work outfits, since I was told my altered jeans ‘weren’t work-appropriate.’

the belt loop repair above and the orange patch below are both older repairs, from like… idk, something between six and eighteen months ago??? I have no idea. however. small pockets + a not-so-small phone mean that this pocket gets a lot of wear where the edges/corners of my phone stretch out the denim.

however, the orange fabric is pretty thin, so it’s been wearing through as well since then. there’s a stronger denim patch on the inside of the fabric, but I still had a big hole appearing in the outer layer, so today I added a second smaller patch in denim again - honestly I kinda like the look, haha. I also stitched over the area at the other edge of the pocket where the denim had begun to thin and fray.

I might also patch/repair an area on the fly where it’s fraying from the friction of my belt buckle, but maybe not today.

and! while it’s more utilitarian than decorative, I’ve also patched the crotch of these jeans a couple times now. I went through a stretch this past winter when I blew out the thighs of every pair of jeans I owned (again) - I’ve always had thunder thighs, and that’s always been the number one reason I’ve thrown jeans out in the past. this time I was saving each pair, shoving them in my closet and thinking I’d figure something out later. when I wrecked the last pair I had, I finally sat down to look at them all and figured out which pair was in the worst shape. that pair got scrapped, and I’ve been using it for fabric to patch other pairs. (I’ve only got two repaired-and-wearable pairs right now, because the crotch/thigh-patching is a really time-consuming task, but it’s something.) this pair’s been patched twice because I didn’t cover enough area the first time, and the wear ripped past where the patch covered. it looks a little messy with the worn sections still visible this way, but so far I’ve found that to be the strongest way to attach an interior patch… and I can’t be arsed to deal with the edges on an exterior patch for this part of the pants, bc it makes things bulkier and I don’t like that feeling between my thighs. but also, no one really sees this area unless they’re getting really in and intimate between my legs in a way I probably would not welcome lmfao.

promise my other pair does at least look tidier. but I don’t feel like going to find them and take another picture, because I have a cat in my lap rn lol. maybe later :>

[jensownzoo]

Mending those pesky wear holes in the inner upper thighs of jeans: a journey.

The vast majority of us that both do not have a wide thigh gap and are moderately active while wearing jeans will encounter this type of damage tear frequently. And if, like me, you can't afford to replace your jeans every few months and find the placement of these holes a little problematic, mending them is an attractive option.

But patching such a large area - and the material is thinning and needs reinforcement no matter how small the hole is currently- on the exterior is very obvious and often unsightly, bringing potentially unwanted attention to a fairly personal area.

So!

The answer is to apply the patch to the inside and make sure both the fabric and the thread match the existing material as closely as possible.

I had accumulated an impressive number of jeans that had developed this defect (24!), some over two decades old. I first took a separate stack of jeans that either I couldn't wear anymore or had other defects not worth repairing and cut them up for patches. I ended up with four long usable panels (2 per leg, front and back). I cut one of these panels in half to use as my interior patch to cover the crotch and a length down each inner thigh.

I then pinned it in place, going down both sides of the seams first (since that area is less stretched out) and then pinning the edges down after smoothing them out.

And then I hand-basted the patch in place with some high-contast embroidery floss I had left over from various cross-stitching kits.

I tried to make it lay as smooth as possible, but as wearing the jeans tended to turn the flat fabric into concave, there were a few spots that ended up with a few wrinkles in the original material. I made sure to put them near the big seams so they're less noticeable.

And then I dragged out my sewing machine and loaded it up with the special needles for jeans (reinforced to go through tough/thick fabric) and the special cotton thread for jeans in a medium blue. Unfortunately I could only get one color of jean thread due to my cash flow situation so it will show a little on the lighter and darker jeans, but not enough to worry about.

I then sewed a simple stitch next to my basting thread. It was all straight lines with 90 degree turns. The only issue was I could only sew a few inches at a time, because I was essentially working in a bowl. Had to pause to readjust the piece and smooth out the next run. It still went really quickly.

And then I used my trusty seam ripper to remove the basting thread and viola! Here's one of the pairs with a higher contrast so you can see what it looks like on the exterior:

You honestly don't notice it when they're being worn. If you use a smaller patch (or two separate patches), you may want to do some more reinforcing stitching. By making my own patches so large, most of the stitching is outside of the friction zone so the thread won't be threatened by wear. For the stitches next to the original seams, well the seams have a higher profile and will protect them.

The one thing I will change the next time is to use pinking shears on the patches before I pin them in place to control fraying. Otherwise I've been wearing them and it's great!

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

Do I need to dress a certain way to be emo? Cause I enjoy the music genre and I think I might be emo but I dont dress like I am since my mom wouldn't be happy.

You just need to listen to the music to be emo, but also as a punk I am contractually obligated to give you this advice anyway: fuck your mom, jack up your hair with a razor blade, rip up you jeans and write stuff on them with sharpie, cut finger holes in the feet of a pair of old tights and a head hole in the crotch and wear them as arm socks, steal black eyeliner from either her or the convenience store and draw whatever you want on your face with it, with a cheap eyeshadow pallet from 5 below and lipgloss you can get any color of lipstick you want to have including black if you have black eyeshadow. And don't be afraid to let your friend box dye your hair if they offer, the shit grows back, I personally wish I had been braver about that despite my mom expressly forbidding it. Also put safety pins on everything. If you have ear piercings take some of your dad's sanding paper out of his tool box and sand down the point of two small safety pins and put them in your ears. Put safety pins on your pants on your shirts on your backpack. I love safety pins

[j-esbian]

i know it’s been said a thousand times but i’m real tired of fast fashion clothes made out of tissue paper

[rukunas]

—i’m about to show you, baby, slow down!

pairing: eren x fem!reader

warnings: toxic relationship (eren and reader are both major assholes), poor jean thirdwheeling, smut, fingering, name calling, slight dubious consent, possessiveness, jealousy

a/n: erm… i’m back…

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The relationship that you have with Eren Yeager is… flawed, to say the very least. Toxic doesn’t even begin to describe it. Perhaps just catastrophically, utterly fucked up.

He says he doesn’t want a girlfriend— because why would he want to be held down?— but then wants to burn any man who even glances in your direction. You say you don’t need him, but here you are, falling at his feet once again.

“'ren, I can’t.” You gasp as he licks a path from your neck to the back of your ear, biting the lobe.

“You can.” He laughs lowly. You can feel him pressing against your core, aching through his pants in his want. His hands press up on either side above you, caging you in. Overwhelming you.

“I’m serious. You can’t just follow me to my dates and…” You falter as you feel his hands move from the wall to your waist, gently squeezing your hips.

“And?” He urges you to go on, fingers fiddling with the sides of your dress.

“And, do this.” You gesture to him, to the bathroom the two of you stand in. “I’m sick of it, Eren, I’m sick of you—”

His lips cover yours in an instant, the taste of his faint cherry chapstick— the one he stole from you— melting on your tongue and making you moan at the familiarity of it all.

Wait, no.

You push him off, chest heaving. “Stop kissing me!”

Eren runs his thumb against your bottom lip. “It’s the only way to shut you up.”

You slap his hand away. “Stop. I’m on a date with—”

“Jean?” Eren interrupts, scoffing. “You think he’s better than me?”

“I know he is. He’s nice, he actually cares about me, and he’s waiting for me, so we’re done.” You turn to unlock the door, but Eren slams his large hand against it, stopping you from prying it open.

“Eren.”

“Why don’t you get that you’re mine?” He nearly growls, forcing you to turn back toward him with a hand on your jaw. “I’m tired of your fucking games.”

Your heart stills at mine.

His hands drag down, easing your dress up your thighs. The glint in his eyes dares you to stop him, but you simply clench your hands into fists as your skin ignites in heat.

Eren pauses when he sees the black lace of your underwear. His gaze meets yours, and you can practically see the flames flicker in anger.

“You wore this for him?”

Truthfully, no. You’d planned on going home alone and texting Eren to come over. But you are well aware of Eren’s jealousy, especially his hatred towards Jean. You need to play this out logically, teasingly, no matter the risk.

“And what if I did?”

His hand is over your throat before you can even finish whispering the question, your body thudding against the door.

Checkmate.

“Fucking slut.” He sneers, his free hand cupping your heat and making you groan as his palm grinds against your clit. “Can feel how wet you are.”

He pulls the crotch of the fabric to the side, letting his index and middle finger slide through your folds and into your tight hole. The stretch is blissful, making you toss your head back. His thumb flicks your clit in gentle, steady circles. Eren watches eagerly as your brows furrow together in pleasure, how your teeth sink into your plush bottom lip, which is now fully smeared, pink traces left on the surrounding skin.

Eren laughs under his breath at the ease of it— your resolve crumbles from mere touches. There's no way that you'll ever get away from him, not when he has you clutching onto him, sharp nails embedded into his shoulders as you shudder at the feel of his fingers pumping into you.

You must look like a mess, you think. Eren thinks you look beautiful.

"Fuck, 'ren." You whine, pushing yourself against his hand. "I'm close."

And, the asshole he is, he pulls his hand away. He desperately keeps a poker face as he slips his fingers into his mouth, watching the disappointment flood your eyes, tears threatening to fall over.

"Jean's waiting for ya. Don't want to keep him waiting."

Before you can clear the fogginess of your almost orgasm, Eren slips out the bathroom. His job is done. Because in about 5 minutes, he's expecting a call from you, begging him to come over and wait while you come up with a shitty excuse to ditch your date.

Eren almost feels bad as he passes Jean on his way out, the opposing side of his dinner table noticibly empty. But he can't help but grin as he tastes the essence of you on his tongue.

He can admit the relationship he has with you is catastrophically, utterly fucked up.

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[wastelesscrafts]

Hello! Your post on Visible Mending just crossed my Dash and I'm very interested in it! I can only really do basic hand sewing (Haven't tried to get fancy) and I ended up buying a pair of pants with manufactured holes in the knees. I don't like them but the pants are comfortable (And were decently expensive) Which might be the best way to mend away these holes with one of those tecniques?

I'm happy to hear my post on visible mending has inspired you!

Mending knee holes in pants:

There are multiple methods you could use to fix holes in the knees of pants, depending on the type of hole.

Simple rips:

If it's a simple rip (no missing fabric or damaged edges), you could use a ladder stitch to close the rip. You'll still see a line where the rip sat, but at least it'll be closed. If the look bothers you, you can always add some embroidery to hide the seam. You don't need amazing embroidery skills to do this: there's a lot you can do with a basic straight stitch or running stitch.

If you have a sewing machine and some fusible interfacing handy, you could also try this invisible denim repair method by Goheen Designs.

(Image source) [ID: a diagram showing how to do the ladder stitch. A threaded needle connects eight parallel points on two separate pieces of fabric. Text reads "Ladder Stitch. Squishicutedesigns.com.]

Holes:

If we're talking actual holes, as in missing or damaged fabric, a ladder stitch won't suffice. You'll need to add extra fabric to replace that's been lost.

Take a look at this tutorial by Wren Bird Arts on how to patch up a hole from the inside of your garment. She explains how to do this both by hand and by machine.

The only stitch you need to know to follow this tutorial by hand is the running stitch, although I would also recommend a blanket stitch or whipstitch to finish off your raw edges. By reinforcing these edges, you'll prevent the fabric from unravelling. This will make your mend last longer.

If you decide to use this method, you'll need to find fabric that matches your pants if you don't want to draw attention to your fix. You could also go the opposite route and use a contrasting fabric or even a bit of lace to make your mend a design element rather than just a fix.

(Image source) [ID: close-up of the crotch of a pair of blue jeans. Each side has a hole that's been mended: one by hand and one by sewing machine, as indicated by text and arrows.]

Sashiko, a type of traditional Japanese embroidery, is another method you could try. Check out this sashiko tutorial by Soluna Collective, or take a look at the links on sashiko in my visible mending post.

(Image source) [ID: close-up of a hole in a pair of blue jeans that's been mended with sashiko: a geometric pattern of crosses sewn with white thread holds a patch of fabric in place.]

If you want to get really creative with patching, you could also make custom patches in any shape or fabric you want. Sew them on with a backstitch and finish off the edges with a whipstitch or blanket stitch.

(Image source) [ID: close-up of a green fabric patch shaped like the Pokémon Oddish sewn onto a blue pants leg with the use of a backstitch and a blanket stitch.]

You also could try darning, which means weaving extra fabric over the hole. Tumblr-user Delicatefury does a great job at explaining how to do this. You'll need an embroidery hoop and embroidery floss (or something similar) for this. Darning can be tricky, so if you've never done it before, practice on fabric scraps first to get the hang of it before you start working on your pants.

(Image source) [ID: six photo's show the progress of a hole in a red piece of knitted fabric being darned with green thread. A needle first sews new warp threads across the hole with yarn, then weaves new weft threads over and under these warp threads.]

Conclusion:

There are plenty of ways to fix up holes at the knees of a pair of pants. Have fun with it!

If you're scared of putting that first stitch into your pants, remember that you probably won't really wear them anyway until you've fixed the thing that bothers you about them. So even if you mess up, you won't have lost much. Plus, most mends can be undone or covered up if you don't like the final result, so you can always start over. :)

If you're looking for inspiration, check out Pinterest or take a look at the following fixes:

(Image source) [ID: a patch of colourful darning on a piece of black denim fabric.]

(Image source) [ID: close-up of a hole in a pair of gray jeans that has been patched up and embroidered to look like a night sky with a dark cloud, white stars, and a crescent moon.]

(Image source) [ID: monster patches: holes in the knees of a pair of jeans have been patched up to look like monsters. The hole forms the mouth of the monster, with white felt teeth poking out. Two embroidered white crosses form the eyes of the monster.]

(Image source) [ID: a close-up of a hole in a pair of light blue jeans that has been patched up with a blue floral fabric. Blue flowers have been embroidered around the patch.]

(Image source) [ID: a pair of jeans that has been mended and embroidered at the knees with geometrical patterns in gold thread.]

[chigirisprincess]

— So, What’s going on in your Pants?

Starring; Various Characters from Attack on Titan.

Warnings; 18+ minors dni + general descriptions of genitalia + cum + mentions of genital piercings + afab reader.

Wordcount; 1.0k

Note; Repost from my old blog <3 Been thinking about these headcanons so I figured I’d share my thoughts on what the aot men’s dicks look like <3 Enjoy <3

Dick Headcanons —

꒰ Eren Jaeger ꒱

⊱ It’s average sized and on the girthier side, but he’s got a jacob’s ladder to really draw attention to his otherwise very average and plain looking dick. ⊱ It’s always difficult to take him in your mouth since it’s such a wide stretch but for him you do it, lest you want him to scoff at you in disappointment when you give up with a huff. ⊱ It’s got a fat round head that’s so leaky it soaks through his briefs to his jeans. You could even use his precum as lube when jerking him off because he leaks that much. ⊱ He doesn’t really trim his pubes but he isn’t all that hairy so it isn’t much of a problem. He does like when you play with his happy trail though, nuzzling your nose in the prickly hairs as you ever so slightly paw at his crotch.

꒰ Armin Arlert ꒱

⊱ He has a pretty dick, it’s long a thin, and has a slight curve which is perfect for hitting that special spot deep inside you.. The head is always a bit flushed, the reddish tint growing deeper the more he’s stimulated. ⊱ The tip is so sensitive you can’t give too much attention to it, but if you’re looking to overstimulate him, suckling on it is the way to go. He’d never tell you that though because he tends to cry from overstimulation, and maybe you thought he looked so cute with tears streaking down his face but he hated it. ⊱ He’s got the cutest spattering of freckles on his hips and he loves when you kiss them! ⊱ Armin takes grooming very seriously, keeps his pubes very neat as a personal preference but also for his partners comfort. He spends a little bit too long manscaping.

꒰ Jean Kirschtein ꒱

⊱ It’s big, almost scarily big. His friends may call him horseface but really they should be calling him horsecock because his dick is that big. ⊱ It’s like a third leg, girthy and long, it fills you up deliciously but that’s only after he’s spent a great deal of time prepping you. ⊱ It’s girthy and long, and most days he can’t fit all the way in your mouth or hole but the two of you make do. His cock is uncut and very heavy with an even heavier set of balls to accompany it. ⊱ Also big on grooming, but he’s almost hairless down there. He likes to be completely smooth and does get waxes from time to time. His pain tolerance is pretty high so it’s more of a go to rather than shaving.

꒰ Connie Springer ꒱

⊱ He has a cute dick, it’s average sized but it’s got this very prominent vein that runs from the base to the head that’s just so fun to run your tongue along. ⊱ He has a magic cross piercing and he purposely presses the cool metal against your clit just to see you squirm. ⊱ Despite having a fairly plain and unassuming dick, he has a big pair of balls just filled with the thickest, stickiest cum there is. ⊱ Connie forgets to trim most of the time so it’s a bit of a jungle down there, his pubes are very thick and curly, and it seems like he has more hair down there than he does on the top of his head.

꒰ Reiner Braun ꒱

⊱ Coke can dick. ⊱ Reiner has a very, very, very thick cock. It hurts no matter how much he preps you, the stretch is just too much! You can’t fit more than the head in your mouth, your jaw going sore just from trying but at least he always soothed and praised you. ⊱ His balls are round and sensitive, he can cum just from you sucking and fondling them. His eyes practically roll to the back of his skull when you press tiny kisses to ‘em when they’re sitting on your face as you jerk him off. ⊱ Reiner’s pubes are very fine and lightly coloured, he does very little grooming most days. Has one very small tattoo on his pelvis. It’s something stupid that he got when he was drunk, he’s very embarrassed by it and hates that you have to see it every time you’re intimate with him.

꒰ Levi Ackerman ꒱

⊱ He’s a bit on the smaller side, uncut and fairly thin, but he knows how to use it! His dick is also very pretty, a bit veiny with a purplish head, it’s just nice to look at. ⊱ His cock is very leaky and he cums an almost obscene amount. His load is always so large and so thick that it’s always a pain to clean up, at least he’s kind enough to aim away from your face so it doesn’t get in your hair or eyes. ⊱ Also manscapes a little bit too much, but he enjoys keeping his pubes neat. He does have a pretty little happy trail that peeks out of the waistband of his pants when he stretches and his shirt rides up. ⊱ Levi has never been embarrassed by his size but hates when people make a face the first time they see his cock. Has made you choke on his “little” dick and didn’t call the next day.

꒰ Porco Galliard ꒱

⊱ Another member of the coke can dick club, and while he is very thick and girthy his dick is averaged length but that doesn’t stop him from pushing his legs against your chest in an attempt to fuck your cervix. ⊱ The tip is nice and round and a pretty shade of pink you just can’t help but kiss it. He likes it when you do since you end up smearing his precum all over your lips, he thinks you look so cute, all messy for him. ⊱ Porco has a prince albert piercing, it’s made him a bit more sensitive and when he wears sweats without any underwear you can very clearly see it in the outline. He’s got a heavy cock with a set of very heavy balls that he can quite literally never hide even if he tried. ⊱ He sort of grooms in a very half assed manner. He doesn’t really care, to him it’s all natural and doesn’t see the point of you or himself grooming you if you don’t want to. That being said, if you ask he will.

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[ciarancreature]

Hey! Since it seems like goth women's fashion is a lot easier to find examples of and information about, I've decided to create a short visual guide to a good, basic look you can do as a male or masc goth! Note that this is intended as a guide for more casual, everyday wear; for a fancier goth style, like a vampire or Victorian goth look, this might not be the right guide.

For a good, basic, every day casual goth look, here's what I like to do.

Let's start with shoes. I typically wear black Dr. Martens with platforms. They can be bought new or used, and I recommend real leather, as it's much longer lasting and more environmentally friendly. But Docs are expensive. If they're not in your budget, any similar black boot will do. You can also get creative and do a different kind of black boot, or, if you manage to get your hands on some, a pair of winklepickers (also known as goth pikes) are a classic look!

The next thing to look at is pants. You'll probably want a nice, simple pair of black jeans. I would recommend skinny jeans, but if they're not comfortable or you don't like the look, a pair of straight or athletic jeans, or anything else should work! That being said, I'd stick to black (or something else that you feel looks gothy). Normal or ripped are both great!

After that, a completely optional step is a belt or several layered belts (black if possible). Not everyone wears them, but one or more edgy belts are another classic look with a deathrocker vibe. Some fun options are belts with chains and O rings, studs, or bullets. A wallet chain is also an option.

Over that, a classic staple in any goth wardrobe is a black goth band shirt. This is a way to show you know the music, look cool, and support bands you love - many bands make the majority of their profits as musicians from merch!

One thing you can do, especially for a more tradgoth or deathrocker look, is to add either fishets or a layer or two of ripped tights as sleeves under the t-shirt. Not everyone does this, but it's a fun element for extra flair. If you go with fishnets, I recommend getting tights and simply ripping or cutting a hole in the crotch rather than buying a shirt, because it's much cheaper, and because the ripped look is cool.

On top of that, you'll probably want a jacket. Some people wear trench coats. Some people wear a black denim vest or jacket with patches, studs, or spikes (again, this is more common among deathrockers). Some wear a black leather jacket; it could be new or vintage, real or pleather, and plain or covered in painted band logos/patches/spikes. Some even wear distressed sweaters. Most goths prefer black, regardless of what you go for, and if it's got spikes or patches, most goths DIY them rather than buying them like that. Patches are another way to show off your love and support for bands.

You may also want to add jewelry. Some goths wear a lot of creepy rings. Many wear chokers or necklaces, and often layer them; some classic ones are rosaries, ankhs, and bats. Many goths of all genders and sexualities also wear black nail polish. If you choose to wear facial piercings, avoid tribal ones. They're culturally appropriative and will alienate marginalized people and lead to people getting upset with you.

If you have hair, you have several options for styling it. Most goths choose to dye their hair black, but some may bleach it, keep it natural, or color it. Some may even choose to wear different wigs for different occasions. How you style it is up to you, but many choose to style it by backcombing/teasing it, applying a strong hairspray (got2be Glued is typically the most recommended), and using a hair dryer to make it stay in place (there are several tutorials for this on YouTube). Alternatively, you can simply leave it long (this is a less classic look, but many goths do it). Many, especially deathrockers like to style their hair in a deathhawk, which is a mohawk or crest hairstyle with backcombed hair. (There is some debate about whether this is culturally appropriative or not. I've met someone online who claimed to be from the Kanien'kehá:ka Tribe (the indigenous name for the tribe) who told me they don't consider it appropriative because the original hairstyle involves plucking, not shaving the hair, and involves a certain amount of ritual and spiritual significance; this person also said they don't think it should be called a Mohawk because it's not the same hairstyle as the one associated with the tribe. That being said, I'd never met them before and don't know if they were being honest with me. I've also met a white person who sent me an article by another white person who claimed to have asked members of the same tribe, who said they do consider it appropriative. If someone who is actually from the Kanien'kehá:ka culture would like to tell me what the consensus is, or if there even is one within the culture, I would appreciate it.). I've also see goths with any number of styles that involved shaving various parts of their heads, so you can also just go wild with the clippers and see what happens. A tower (a style in which the sides and back are shaved and the top is styled to stick up) is also an option. Just be aware that something that involves backcombing and hairspray is a lot of work to be doing on a daily basis and can damage your hair; using extensions instead may help protect it. If you have textured hair, many Black goths tease or comb it into various styles. The important thing with many looks is that it has body and sticks up, that it has shaved parts, that it's generally edgy, or some combination of those traits at play. When in doubt, look to goth icons like Robert Smith and Dave Vanian for inspiration, or simply try to look as much like a vampire as you can. Or, you can look at modern goth artists, like Twin Tribes, Male Tears, and She Past Away!

Most goths (even cis, straight men) wear some amount of makeup, although it's not necessary if you don't want to. A basic beginner look may just be black eyeliner and/or eyeshadow smudged around the eyes. If you'd like the get creative with it, some contouring, black or red lipstick, or more elaborate eye makeup may be in order. You can imitate women's looks or do something more elaborate; I'll make a separate post for that. Goth makeup often focuses on looking gaunt and pale, but this is not because goth has always been for skinny, white people (it's never been just for them); it's more that the goal when goth makeup became a thing was to look like a corpse. Being pale and being skinny are not requirements. Looking dark and edgy is the goal, not looking conventionally attractive.

Doing all or most of these things will give you a good, basic goth look, and with just a few band shirts, you'll have a solid wardrobe to work with that doesn't have to be expensive. Remember, goth fashion has always been pretty androgynous, so don't be afraid to borrow ideas from goth women as well! If you're able to spend time around other goths or follow them on social media (Goth Dad is an influencer who has his own goth male fashion tutorials that are worth looking at, and others like Sweeney DeVille and James from the band Male Tears have good tutorials for things like hair and makeup), you'll pick up on more ideas, and can even get creative on your own!