#Quick Sewing Tips

[anielskaaniela]

How to Sew a Button: A Beginner-Friendly Guide

In this post, you will learn how to sew a button with sewing machine. Welcome to the ultimate easy button sewing guide! Whether you’re looking to spruce up a dress, add flair to a top, or secure a skirt, learning how to sew a button with a sewing machine is a valuable skill that’s easier than you think. This beginner’s sewing machine tutorial is designed to help you master the art of button…

[20dollarlolita]

I don't know who needs to hear this but

Most non woven interfacing still has a grain line and you need to line your pieces up with it

[prlssprfctn]

Alfred, who tries to punish little Jason for something he messed up with by using the same methods he used on Dick — aka. ground him, make him wash dishes and clean the house, or just watching some old reality shows with him — expect... it never works. Jason is actually fucking excited about all of these things.

Alfred: To my attention was brought a fact that you smoked with Commissioner Gordon again. Jason, stuttering: I mean- I- Alfred: Thus, you are punished. I expect all dishes to be cleaned by the time I return home. Jason, confused: Really? Alfred: Yes. Jason, beaming, because cleaning makes him feel better and helps to distract himself: Cool! Thanks, Alfie. Alfred: Excuse me?

Cut to Alfred, who stares in shock as he finds Jason actually enthusiastically washing dishes, while singing along with Whitney Houston.

Alfred: For this punishment, you will... be grounded. Jason: Oh, thank god, guys from school invited me to the cinema, but I didn't want to go, anyway. Alfred: ...And clean up the whole cave. Jason: I actually did this morning! But I can do another round of quick cleaning session if you want, Alfie. Alfred: ...And then you will watch another soap opera with me, lad. Jason, squealing: Cool!

Bruce, staring amusedly on Alfred and Jason, who sew Batman's and Robin's suits, while discussing the new episode of their favourite show: Al, I don't think that's a punishment for a kid... Alfred, frowning: Of course not. I am just spending time with my grandson. Bruce: Mhm-m. What about the punishment for your favourite broken vase? Alfred, who promised to punish anyone who did it this morning, because he thought it was Bruce, and not Jason, who accidentally knocked it off with the tip of his cape: ... Alfred: What vase? Jason: *beaming*

Alfred, solemnly: My boy. I am afraid, this time you truly need to serve your punishment in the order to understand your mistake. Alfred: No Jane Austen adaptations marathon for this Sunday. Jason, in horror: Alfred, no. Please. Alfred: Even more, you are obligated to go out on Sunday, and stay away from doing any additional homework. Jason: NO-O. Dick, who came for holidays, witnessing this for the first time: ... Dick: I think this kid is broken or something.

[justposting1]

30 Inspiring Sewing Projects to Try (And How to Learn Sewing Like a Pro!)

Discover Creative Projects, Practical Tips, and the Joy of Sewing for Every Skill Level! Get Inspired: 30 Creative Sewing Projects You Can Start Today! Are you looking to embark on your next creative adventure? Whether you’re a sewing newbie or a seasoned stitcher, the world of sewing is filled with endless possibilities to bring your imagination to life. In this article, we’ve rounded up 30…

[buckyalpine]

18+ Sometimes I get an idea in my head and you'll hear 10 versions of the same thing, word for word, I swear (iykyk). I'm sorry. Just a little in coming fluff, angst and smuttt. We're giving him the ending he always deserved. This is a mess of my brain vomit.

Sergeant Barnes who can't help the crush he has on the sweet nurse stationed at his camp, always finding ways to talk to her, even if it means interrupting her in the middle of the way, wagging his finger around the tent because he has a dire papercut.

She'll patch him up every single time with a shake of her head, telling him to be more careful and he'll say yes mam, just to be back in the same cot the next day like clockwork.

Sergeant Barnes who walks her to her quarters every evening and bids her goodnight with a tip of his hat, always a gentleman. He never misses an opportunity to hold the door open, fetch extra supplies, grinning all while she tells him to get back to his work, worried he'll get in trouble for always helping her.

Sergeant Barnes who has a flirty little mouth on him, never missing a moment to tell her how lovely she looks. She dismisses everything he says, after all there's no way he could see her that way when she's sweating, covered in grime and blood aftering bandaging up different men.

Sergeant Barnes who wonders if she feel the same way when catches a tear roll down her cheek the first time she has to sew his injures. Her hands work quick and steadily keeping a straight face until the last dressing is placed across his abdomen. He's seen her do the same thing to plenty of others, sending them on their way right after but not him. She checked over him again and then once more, insisting he rest for an additional night before he was off again.

Sergeant Barnes who didn't realize it would get this far. He only intended to kiss her, he really did but the surprised little whine she let out was too much. How could he left her go when he hands clutched onto his uniform tighter, lips parted, letting his tongue lace with hers.

He made love to her that night.

Sergeant Barnes who took his time touching every bit of her body with softness, laying her in bed and covering her with the sheet when she shyly looked away. He didn't need much more than that, happy to feel her bare skin on his while he felt her lips flutter against his neck, he may as well have died and gone to heaven.

Sergeant Barnes who doesn't rush a thing while he pumps his cock, letting his swollen head rub though her slit while letting her know much he adores her. How perfect she already is. She whispers a please in his ear and he starts to push himself inside, his length already throbbing with need.

"I know angel, I know" He coos at the gasp she lets out, his hand coming up to caress her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin. "S'just me doll, s'just me you're feeling"

He stretches her slowly, after all his sweet angel has never felt anyone else. Her face hides in his neck, panting as he fully sheaths himself, cuddling her body, rubbing her back.

"S-so big, Sergeant" is the best she can get out and he has to force himself to not cum on the spot. He starts to move, holding her tighter because he didn't expect to struggle this much.

"I love you" He rasps out, it's all he can say without running his mouth, spewing all the things that were in his head. He really can't take it. His mind is working faster than he can comprehend. There were a thousand sweet things but that wasn't the issue. He bit his tongue from confessing she caused all his wet dreams, making him feel like a teenager all over again. That her pussy was so tight, he was leaking in her. That it felt too good, he felt like a virgin too, his cock was so sensitive like never before, fuck, she had to unlock her ankles that were wrapped around his waist-

"M'close" He pants, eyes locked with hers hoping she understands- "M'gonna cum, I-fuck, i'm cu-mph" His eyes grow wide in surprise when she tugs his dog tags and pulls him down for a kiss, her legs still wrapped around him, every bit of his cum filling her up.

"I love you too" she nuzzles her nose with his, relaxing in his hold as they drift off to sleep.

He holds her extra tight that night.

There was a war happening and tomorrow wasn't always promised.

Especially not when he had an assignment the next day.

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Sergeant Barnes who dragged himself through hell and back, limping half sewn up with that cute little blush on his face cause he can't wait to see her again after months of nearly dying, losing men, the only thing that kept him going was getting to see-

Where was she?

"Has anyone seen Nurse y/l/n?" He frowned when the other nurses shook their heads as he searched, his worry increasing when he finds her things gone. He nearly sends off a search party until a close friend of hers quietly gives him an address. She says very little, only sending him off with a wink and a good luck.

He's utterly baffled when he sees the address is that of his own? Surely there was a mistake. That doesn't mean he'll waste anytime. The war was over anyway, injuries be damned, he's moving as fast as he can.

He sets off home, knocking on the door, his can't wait to find her again and he's missed his family soo much-

"Jamie!!" His sister throws her arms around his neck and he stumbles back, hugging her tightly, "Mama, Jamie's home!!" He doesn't let go of her as his mother runs to him from the kitchen, tears already streaming down her face.

"Sweet boy" She takes his face in her hands, looking him up and down. Her baby boy is back in one piece and that's all that matters.

Well, sort of.

"I missed you ma-ow!"

"I raised you better, you worried those poor angels to bits"

Angels?

He isn't given a chance to ask anything when she gives him a wack with a rolled newspaper, ushering him to go to his room, slipping something into his pocket before sending him off.

Sergeant Barnes who can't believe his eyes when he sees her again. Her pretty face. Same perfect eyes. Perfect nose. Perfect lips. All of it turns blurry from unshed tears because the only thing that was different now was a very round baby bump.

"Y'came back" Her voice melts into a sob seeing him standing at the doorway.

"I missed ya" He whispers against her hairline, kissing her repeatedly, his hands cradling her rounded belly, his little baby kicking against his touch. "M'so sorry angel, wish I was here-

"You're here now" she sniffled, inhaling his scent after waiting for him to come back, not knowing if he was hurt or alive, the thought breaking her heart. "We waited"

"Daddy's here" He kisses her tummy, holding her extra close again after months of waiting. Dreaming. Hoping.

He asks her to marry him. His ma wouldn't give him her wedding ring for just anyone.

A baby boy. 2 years later, a little girl. She asks for a kitten. They name her Alpine. Another little boy 3 years later.

Perfect.

[sunsburns]

okay but logan taking an interest in neighbor who works in fashion?? he always sees her carrying stacks of magazines, dressed in her chic attire that is sometimes a bit too tight in all the right areas, glasses slipping off her nose, always making calls on that damn phone, and yet he always wishes she looked his way…

oh anon ur cooking here. i think this is what's pulling me out of my writing slump 🥴 (wade breaking the fourth wall, suggestive 16+)

the first time he noticed you, it wasn't even in your building complex, but rather the stairs to the subway station down the street. you were rushing up the steps while he, wade, laura and al were just about to enter. it was al who noticed you first, calling out your name and poking your side with her walking staff.

you shrieked, dropping one of the fabric rolls you had been carrying, a curse at the tip of your tongue before you realized who it was. "al," you sighed, a little relieved, when you saw her and wade, who was dressed in a "i love nyc" t-shirt.

logan, being the gentleman he was, picked up the roll you dropped, handing it back to you. it was then that you looked at him, or well, briefly glanced his way with a quick "thank you" before wade started fucking talking.

that son of a bitch.

he didn't even have the courtesy to introduce the two of you to each other.

it was obvious you were in a rush, lips in a tight smile as you nodded and tried to smile at wade telling you all about how they were about to "hit up" times square.

logan felt bad for you, but only a little bit. the longer you stayed to listen to wade's painful monologue, the more he could look at you. he was a little shameless about it, perhaps not the most gentlemanly thing he could've done, but god you were just a sight for sore eyes.

a pretty thing in a mini skirt despite the cool late september breeze that was starting to kick, white, lace and ruffled. delicate with tall brown leather boots. and a washed-out denim vest you wore as a top, two buttons undone, a little pink bow tied to the pocket. logan didn't know a lot about fashion, but he liked the way clothes looked on you.

and then you were gone, al kicking wade across the shin to shut him the hell up when she realized you were in a rush. she let you go, and you left, quickly trading numbers with laura and without saying much of a goodbye or another glance logan's way.

but he watched you go, watched the way your skirt moved with the wind too.

"yeah, look at it bounce. god, i am no better than any man. " wade hummed, leaning all his weight on logan's side. "i didn't peg you as a creep, honey badger. with the way you were undressing the reader with your eyes, i would've thought you were on a registered sex offender's list."

"shut the fuck up, wade."

logan could hear the way laura snorted, her and al continuing their way down the stairs.

wade held his hands up in surrender before logan could try anything (and by anything, he meant to cut him to pieces. wade can't deal with that right now, the blood would take ages to get off his white shirt). "i'm just saying, after living with us for a few months, i would've thought you'd met her by now."

logan raised his brow, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"i mean, she literally lives across the hall." wade turned his head to the side, pointing his thumb at logan, "he can't possibly be this stupid, right? it's gotta be for the plot to build up tension or something."

from that day on, logan's started to notice you more. not that he was looking for you, he's not that big of a creep. but he's spotted you out the window some days, running down the sidewalk, always in a rush. then he was able to hear the way you slam your door shut when you leave in the mornings or when you get back home.

every single day, you're usually out and about. unless it's a sunday, those are the days you stay in your apartment, sewing and hanging out with blind old al and sometimes even fucking laura. turns out, you were the one who got laura all of those new clothes, made them for her.

jesus christ, how out of the loop was he?

you stood out like a sore thumb, always carrying something. whether it be magazines, sketchbooks, fabric rolls, or bags, you're always struggling to open your door when you get home, keys sometimes slipping from your grasp as you're trying to juggle everything.

one day, logan had come back from a run and spotted you in the hallway. well, he had heard you from floors below and was able to pick up the lingering scent of your perfume by the time he entered the lobby. it took him a bit of courage to walk up the few flights of stairs knowing he'd bump into you.

what the fuck was this?

he was a grown-ass man for god's sake. you had him overthinking and blushing at the mere thought of being in the same space again.

when he saw you in the hallway, you were on the phone, the device tucked between your ear and your shoulder, cursing under your breath as you tried to pick up your keys. you were wearing a black dress that day, a black hat and a big maroon scarf around your neck, "no, emily, don't fucking buy it in that colour. it looks like fucking vomit. i don't care what amy told you, she's basically colour blind-"

you stopped mid-sentence when logan appeared in front of you, grabbing the keys for you. "oh- uh. thanks."

"yeah, no problem."

he noticed your nails and glasses were dark red to match the scarf. lipstick too.

you didn't mean to grow flustered in his presence, he could tell from the way you froze, as if you didn't know what was supposed to happen next. he had disrupted your daily pattern, everything in your life moving constantly and quickly but all of a sudden everything is slower. it left you breathless.

"you're logan, right?"

he furrowed his brows. he hadn't expected you to remember him, nevertheless, remember his name. "yeah."

"wade told me all about you," you said, and your eyes dropped from his face a little, then lower, a smirk not too different from a sly cat's. you were staring shamelessly, eyes following every part and curve of his body, the way his long-sleeve shirt clung to his skin with sweat. "you don't seem austrailan."

logan tried not to groan. the picture of wade's stupid face in his mind now that you've mentioned him. he hated that the two of you seemed close. "i'm canadian."

"aren't you full of surprises?" you laughed, a smooth, teasing sound, and finally pushed the keys into the nob, unlocking the door. you turned, lingering by the door as if you were about to invite him in, but then the voice from your phone was trying to get your attention and you nearly seemed disappointed. "i'll see you around, logan."

and you were gone again.

logan liked to see your different outfits every day, dawning a different style every time you walked out that door. it was like you could never settle for one style, but you managed to look so fucking good in everything and every colour you put on.

he could never get tired of it. never get tired of you.

you and your tiny bottoms that he swore were getting smaller and smaller every day, even though the city grew colder and the days shorter. you and your stupid phone calls that sometimes went on late at night. you and your clothes, every single one different from the last.

you and your sketches, the ones he had started to find loose pages on the floor of the small hallway between your apartments, pretty designs of lingerie on a model that looked a little bit too much like you for it to be a coincidence.

though you never made another attempt to talk to him, you knew he was watching you. but you never chased, your heels were too expensive for that. you were just trying to give him a reason to come on you.

to you**

to come to you.*

sorry. typo.

[honeytonedhottie]

honey's guide to having the BEST closet ever.ೃ࿔*:･🍨🎀

as a fashion girlie who's curating the wardrobe of her DREAMS i've come with my notes, tips, and everything i've learned thus far on how to have a cohesive, FABULOUS closet…💬🎀

HAVE A CLOSET COLOR PALETTE ;

this is the GOLDEN rule of having a fabulous closet. keeping a color palette thats true to u doesn't mean that u cant play around with colors and textures, but it means that ur pieces will ACTUALLY go together and you'll buy pieces that actually go with other pieces in ur closet and you'll be able to make like DOUBLE the outfits.

since my vibe is super feminine and glamorous i stick mostly with pinks, creams, browns, whites, nudes, blacks, etc etc. i love that glamorous look. it makes making outfits and getting dressed so much easier bcuz everything matches. plus ur closet is so aesthetic and looks like a boutique.

PRO TIP : buy cute hangers for your closet, it'll help with an overall cohesive look. i got the CUTEST pink heart shaped hangers off of ali express for like $0.99 and they're actually amazing quality and i LOVE them…💬🎀

BE INTENTIONAL WITH EACH PIECE ;

do.not.buy.fast.fashion. dont spend more than a hundred dollars on fast fashion, heck dont even spend a hundred dollars on fast fashion. i get that its tempting when u see those low prices but the quality HELLO?? i understand sometimes wanting something quick and easy but just don't overspend on fast fashion.

another thing, don't buy things just because they're trending right now or because they're cheap. u have to ask yourself if this piece SPEAKS to you, does it fit ur vibe? how many diff ways u can wear it? does it fit ur palette? etc etc. we wanna CURATE our dream closet, not a super cluttered one that we dont even have any like attachment to.

THRIFTING ;

when thrifting, my first tip is to always head to the pajama/lingerie aisle first for some cute tops! those fit my vibe so i head there first. bcuz i know my closet color palette i check the pinks, creams, browns, etc first and then i go on from there. know ur color palette and look through those colors first. next, go to the kids sections for super cute tops.

TAILOR YOUR PIECES ;

do u know how FABULOUS it is to have pieces that look like they were made FOR your body?? like thats peak glamour. yes it costs a pretty penny but its an investment! i get every single pair of jeans i own tailored because in my opinion i feel like thats the piece where its the most notable.

if you find the perfect skirt but it’s a little too long or the waist is off, get it tailored!! or learn some beginner sewing and do it urself. having clothes that fit you perfectly makes such a difference in how you feel in them.

SIGNATURE PIECES ;

every girly girl should have her signature piece of jewelry, signature scent, signature lipgloss, heck even a signature hairstyle. i love having signature things because its all part of the branding you know? if ur not a bracelet girly, have a signature necklace. or if ur not a necklace girly have a signature pair of earrings.

and take your time when finding your signature pieces because when you have something that is ur signature _ it'll be like a part of you so you wanna take time into thinking and choosing the piece that best represents you and who you are/want to be.

UTILIZE CANVA TO MAKE OUTFITS ;

i use canva for EVERYTHING, school projects, moodboards, and to curate outfits. i use pieces that im thinking of buying and put them into canva and just make a bunch of outfits so i can get a visual of what the piece would look like styled. it’s actually so fun like i feel like a fashion editor making layouts for vogue. sometimes i’ll screenshot pieces from websites and mix n match them with items from my closet. plus it helps u be more intentional with your shopping bcuz u can see what ur closet is missing. it’s like building your own lil fashion universe.

[lambcultist]

꒰ ♱ ꒱ sugar mommy!caitlyn kiramman headcaons ┆ fashion designer!caitlyn, sugar mommy!caitlyn, serious bdsm dynamic, mommy kink, bondage, sex toys (strap-on), lingerie and collars, free use kink, size kink, aftercare, oral (c!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), dom!caitlyn, sub!reader, femme!reader, age gap (reader in early twenties and caitlyn in her early thirties), i want her :( ♡  MINORS DNI ( 18+ )

♱ caitlyn was born into wealth, the kiramman name already highly influential. she had big shoes to grow into, and from a young age she had found an unusual way to transform the success of the family name into her own; fashion.

caitlyn had an eye for style since she was young, and began learning how to draw fashion sketches and develop new patterns as soon as she could wrap her small hands around a pencil. trained to sew by the seamstresses her parents often commissioned, caitlyn was equipped with everything she needed to dominate the industry; the skill, the knowledge, and the personality, all of which shone through every piece she designed.

she won awards as young as eleven years old for her creativity, was crowned best dressed in the yearbook as she graduated private school, and was praised for the uniqueness of her style. caitlyn had a natural gift; there was a rareness in the approach she took to fashion. something the industry wasn't used to.

inspired by the elegance of royalty, the dramatic flair of victorian era trends, and a feminine twist on traditionally masculine pieces, caitlyn carved her name into the industry by force. she wouldn't slow down for anyone.

she was driven by passion. if her latest line wasn't selling the numbers she wanted, she'd waste no time getting back into her studio to make something better. almost always, she'd make a comeback greater than the last. she bought a magnificent cabinet with the goal to fill it with awards and plaques to commemorate her success. the kiramman name would dominate catwalks—the high fashion industry was never the same as it was before she had touched it. other designers worked hard to keep up, but caitlyn's pace was relentless.

♱ she had everything she ever wanted. caitlyn had made her mother and father proud, she was reaching every goal she wanted. but she was lacking somewhere.

caitlyn could have any woman she wanted, she knew this and often was unafraid to use this to her advantage, but the older she grew, the less satisfying it had became to see a different woman each night. she needed someone loyal. for the first time in her life she felt stagnant. and then she met you.

the loveliest service she had received in any restaurant, michelin star or otherwise, had been from you. it was terribly busy but you had an eye for everything happening all at once. you handled it with a poise caitlyn hadn't witnessed before, and she rewarded you with a hefty tip and a request to have your contact details—it took her pulling a few strings to get this, but she could get whatever she wanted in this world.

♱ you were desperate. every calm reaction to meticulous dining requests and customer issues was due to your desperate need for tips, bills and rent piling higher and higher over your shoulders at the time. the moment caitlyn found this out, she wanted to assist you.

caitlyn hadn't considered herself the type for a transactional relationship like this, but it was an easy decision to make once the idea struck. she wanted devotion, you needed help. she could throw away as much money as she liked on you, it was pennies to her.

but most importantly, you revived her. caitlyn was quick to run to her studio, inspired by your beauty.

♱ soon, everything you owned was kiramman. your clothes, your makeup, your perfume, your shoes, your bags. she made custom pieces for you, her most special muse. you'd be posing in the middle of her studio for her to run her hands over your body with a tape measure, trying on half-finished pieces, modelling every new item for the catalogues and online store.

if you were to be seen publicly at her side, caitlyn would have you dressed as appropriately for the event as she desired.

♱ she had changed your life. from waitress to full-time model, and, unbeknownst to the public eye, her submissive.

your lingerie was kiramman. your collars were kiramman.

caitlyn was never cold. she was intimate and tender, a guiding hand. your mommy, who never punished, and only ever rewarded you. if you misbehaved, she never knew about it.

♱ caitlyn would give you anything you ever wanted. she ensured you were still making your own money via your modelling, but she gave you a sizeable weekly allowance as her baby, and 'bonuses' given to you at random if you needed a little extra to buy something you liked.

she kept you happy. financially or otherwise, caitlyn was very focused on keeping you close. if you were insecure or afraid, she supplied loving snuggles on her couch with her cats. if you were cold, she'd sleep by your side in luxury bedding. she had a perpetually warm body, her bosom the most comforting pillow to lay your head.

every kiss of caitlyn's was expensive, flavoured by hundred dollar lipsticks and sophistication.

♱ the filth of your sex life, which was certainly alive, was so special because it was something nobody knew about. people could speculate how your life was under caitlyn's wing, but they didn't know the ins and outs of her like you did as her sub.

it was part of your deal, after all. caitlyn could have you whenever she liked. if she wanted you, she would have you. you would kneel on the floor by her desk while she worked. she'd tug on your leash every now and then to remind you of your place and to demand your silence as she focused. she would bind your wrists with ribbon to restrain you while she touched your body. she'd tell you it's only so that you'll have an easier time being a good girl and not squirm too much.

if you were ready for bed, but looked too pretty in the sleepwear she designed, she'd pull your slip over your hips to curl those long, mean fingers into your pussy.

if you were bored, or looked lost, she'd call you over and coddle you, letting you suck on her clit to entertain yourself for a little while.

designing your lingerie was her favourite. it was always in her favourite colour. rich, custom made navy lace and silk were always her go-to fabrics to use. she'd design it so that you would match with whatever she wanted to wear as well.

she liked any position, from doggy, to cowgirl, to missionary. she was taller than you, stronger than you, and could manipulate you into any position. fucking you with her strap was the most therapeutic act. the continuous cries she pulled from your lips, the repeated 'mommy, mommy, mommy', and the tears that glimmered down your cheeks in the low light, were the most pleasing to her. she could overwhelm you so easily.

♱ aftercare was luxurious. caitlyn would immediately scoop you up, gathering you into her lap and letting the tactile sensations steady your heart. then she would ready a bath, treating it like a spa day. expensive soaps lathered over your body, not a single spot missed by her slow hands. you'd be dried with a soft towel after and put to bed in her arms as she enjoyed a cup of tea and a book, your breathing slowing as sleep finally overtook you.

♱ caitlyn could say it was simply transactional, and she took much pride in being such a great sugar mommy, but she didn't want to accept that you were much more than just her sugar baby. you were the loyalty she needed, the inspiration she needed, and you were so pleasant to look at she would feel her heart swell every time. especially at every photoshoot. she was fond of you. perhaps more than she should've been.

um, hi... hehe... now that i've finished my big ellie one-shot (posting on the weekend if you missed it) i am back to regular posts. until i focus on something else. which, i do have lots of longer fics lined up that i'll want to work on soon.

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[sxorpiomooon]

What kind of person are you truly? The good and the bad - a pac reading

for the days when you feel like no one knows or truly understands who you truly are, including yourself<3

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What's up with you guys and the number four? Were some of you also attracted to the fourth pile or what? Washing machine heart comes to my mind but I said heart? These people might love talking about love and might be interested in philosophy as well. Do you guys like nail paint? This pile is very feminine, even for the ones that feel like they are not you are trust me. You guys might have a good venus placements? Perhaps libra I'm not getting much pisces but could be cancer as well. You guys are calm and compassion "hold me, console me" played in my head I said heart again instead of head. You guys might love the sea? You guys also like cinnamon girl by lana del rey. Do you enjoy juices or perhaps coffee? I heard "I can bring others happiness without sacrificing my own" and honestly please do learn that. Stop making unnecessary sacrifices that are not needed stop pulling yourself in the front of a train. You don't have to be the one in the front of the bullet every time. Oo you guys like good shoes and I think they'll suit you well. You are calm and comforting providing comfort to way more people that you know while constantly being hanged on by a thread yourself oohoo start sewing or crocheting you guys might be good heard gemini perhaps bc it's done via your hands. People also see you as an "ideal feminine woman" btw alot of girls around you might want to be like you. Do you guys like winters or mufflers hahahahhaha. You are someone who likes to hype other people ho do you like concerts? Someone passionate and determined I saw an ink pen and jo march. You have a spark in you and remember no matter how much other people might try to steal it it will remain yours no matter what.

Pile 2-

OOO this is the pile of our high achievers and ambitious people the ivy league and the pile that is on the top. You guys like to be aware of everything happening around you I keep seeing a newspaper you keep in touch with all the news and buzz around you. Very quick to notice eyes and body movements lmao. You like to be two steps ahead of everyone I see you living your life very dramatically hahah bc it adds twist. This pile has people with very very high standards and that want to and will make it very big. You guys are constantly building yourself up and levelling yourself up via your skills. Constantly learning to be at the top and never lose their position I keep hearing ceos and all that. You guys love to have titles in front of your names might have capricorn or virgo asc in their d10 or I'm seeing sun rahu conjunction or something. Wants to be at the top and will be at the top. I see these guys being winners public opinion also matters you alot in a way that you want everyone to see your success and clap for you and so they will. You guys want to be at the authority this might piss alot of you but y'all might be like your father's like him started playing. You guys might have control issues and might start acting up/tweaking when you lose it. Stop ignoring other aspects of life

Pile 3-

I thought of the word "therapist" before I pulled the cards and looking at the cards y'all need to talk to one instead of being one<3 to start with the good you guys are brilliant leaders and bring happiness whenever you go. It's like a street filled with unhappy people will be happy and bought to joy if we send you there. You have the ability to make things and people work. You have the ability to make things feel hopeful and have people wishing of the best even when they almost gave up. You are able to hype other people ho and sort of bring them hope. You are sucessful and some of you might have good family backgrounds as well privileged in some manner? Alot of respect or authority is just handed to you I heard resources? This pile has people that are OBSESSED with working not because you like it or something bc this is just something that happens to you naturally. You don't know how to never not work. You also might sometimes be obsessed with the luxurious things not because tou like it but because you want to show off or like prove it to other people? I think some of you didn't have these luxuries growing up so now when you are capable of having them you own them even when they bring you no happiness. This pile has alot of unresolved traumas and a emotional baggage. This pile might have or will have to leave alot behind to get in this position. Honestly I feel like this is not who you are currently but this is the future you. I feel like this reading is for the people who just need to hear that they will be okay and they will make all their big dreams that seem unreachable or unattainable to other people come true. I'm rooting for you my pile 3

Pile 4-

you might forget things while speaking or thinking only your mind might get foggy? This pile might be struggling with some of their issues alone I'm seeing face acne but could be any other issue that you are insecure about. You guys sort of choose to deal and suffer alone. I heard "void" and a song that translates to "please don't go like this" keeps playing in my head might be scared of getting left by people or might have the fear that they will never be known and loved for who they truly are. But how would you even know that when you will never reveal or let other people see who you truly are? in order to be loved for who you truly are you must first reveal to other people who you truly are. This pile feels ashamed to ask others for help. This pile might like lip gloss/lipstick or might look good in them. It's crazy how they deal with their problems and issues alone because all and everyone's eyes are always on them. Everyone is always looking at you and all the eyes are always on you. My pile four, you shine so bright and I think you do know this but I don't think you are able to truly grasp how much bright you shine. It's like if you are in a room full of people there is only you in front of people's eyes. And this is not something that's romantic but something that there just is. You are truly charming and enchanting. Your presence demands to be looked at and be appreciated. You make people feel hopeful and look at the bright side. You can find the light for other people even in the darkest of the streets. A true poetic by heart naturally filled with the desire to create and articulate. It's very tragic how everyone's always looking at you yet you are so lonely and alone. I heard poetic again and saw a dove? You will find your match my pile four. You will find the love and light that you give to others. Fourth of July by sufjan stevens started playing. You guys might like the piano too.

[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 boot

SECRET BONUS/prequel to pocus -- on halloween, you're invited to custard's annual bash. but in your attempt to sneak out in your sexy costume, you're caught by your darling husband... now you'll never make it to the party

cw: nsfw, fluff, comfort, horny katakuri, possessive katakuri lovesick katakuri, bratty-ish reader, katakuri is twenty-six, you are twenty-five, soda is at a sleepover at smoothie's, i had a ball writing this

a/n: link to the costume if you want it x

"And to think I was gonna be a fairy..." you grinned, cheekily, as you marveled at yourself in the mirror, switching poses every minute or so to examine all angles. "Brûlée's gonna freak."

Gingerly, you grabbed onto the low-cut, ruffled neckline of your dress, tugging it up ever so slightly before pulling the black corset along with it.

It was sagging dangerously low, a problem you would most likely have to deal with for the rest of the night.

A small price to pay for easily being the best dressed at the event.

In light of Custard's annual Halloween party—rager, if one wanted to be more politically correct—you had spent the last two months making your costume completely from scratch, sewing and embroidering like your life depended on it in order to create the perfect outfit.

And the perfect outfit you did create, as clearly evidenced by the stunning dress in the mirror—and your blinding smile.

What you had created was an effortlessly sexy Little Red Riding Hood costume, complete with a black corset top, a red and white, short, frilled dress, and a signature, crimson hood, which was only enhanced by a pair of white knee socks and black Mary Jane heels.

Not to mention your flawless makeup, and freshly done hair, which accentuated your large, (e/c) eyes and perfectly framed your face.

You looked drop-dead gorgeous, and, quite literally, ripe for the chasing—the effect you were rightly going for.

Now the only task was to get it past Katakuri.

At the reminder, you huffed, lip jutting in a pout as your hands fell to your sides.

You adored your husband with all your heart, and would never ever speak poorly behind his back...

But my God, was he a horndog.

The man might seem stoic and put together everywhere else, but with you, it was as if he couldn't contain himself.

It was almost scary how much he loved you, how little he cared so long as he got to feel you.

Hell, the amount of times the two of you had snuck off during or showed up late to an event because of his "drive" was staggering.

You were honestly surprised you didn't have a truckload of children by now.

But he didn't seem care.

The only things floating around in his universe were his family, his son, and you.

Nothing more, nothing less.

And now you'd have to deceive him by employing your foolproof plan:

Run.

Sneakily—but hastily— you exited your shared room, making a point to tip-toe over to the top of the stairs where you could peek and see where he was.

And, lo and behold, there he sat on the couch, peacefully dozing with his hands folded over his stomach, having come back from a long day of patrolling the outer edges of Mama's territory.

'Perfect.'

Taking a deep breath, you readied yourself, gripping tightly onto your fake picnic basket as your neared the edge of the steps, before finally making a beeline for the door.

With impressive precision, you were able to keep your heels from clacking against the marble, while also keeping a rather quick pace.

You flew down the twenty-eight stairs with ease, hitting the floor of the foyer with a silent click before hastily shuffling toward the door.

Your eyes brightened, hope seeming just within reach, as this was the farthest you'd ever made it with this plan.

Quietly, you extended your arm, just about to grab the handle when—

"Darling," a rather familiar voice piped up, startling you to a halt.

That was your scolding nickname.

You let out a shocked squeak, freezing in place just centimeters away from the cool metal of the doorknob.

'Dang it!'

The perks of having a husband who can see the future.

From Katakuri's spot on the couch, he watched you, one eye peeked open as he remained comfortable in his position, hands still folded over his stomach and head still resting against the couch-back.

In actuality, he had figured out your poorly executed plan about five minutes before you made it to the stairs, and simply waited to see what you would do—he found your antics quite entertaining, and inherently adorable.

Yet, despite that, you weren't going to go down without a fight.

You were making it to that damn party.

Masking your defeat, you turned to your loving husband with an innocent smile, loosely grasping your basket.

"Yes, my love?" you replied quickly, in a sugary sweet tone.

"Where are you going in such a rush?" he asked, faintly taunting.

You hesitated a moment, unsure of what to say.

"...Out?"

Internally, you facepalmed, embarrassed that you had managed to turn your statement into a question.

'Nice going, (y/n)!'

"Mhmm," he nodded, glancing up at the ceiling. "Out being Custard's party?"

You hesitated again, hoping to come up with a better answer this time.

"...Maybe?"

Internally, you groaned, completely frustrated with your horrible lying skills.

'Do you even want to go?!'

Nodding once again, he let out a quiet hum, seemingly letting you off the hook.

Confused, you paused a moment, waiting for some sort of catch.

But it never came—he simply continued staring at the ceiling.

Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, you took the opportunity, quickly grabbing onto the doorknob and twisting it.

But just as you were about to swing the door open, a large mochi arm wrapped tightly around your waist, instantly yanking you back toward the couch and into his lap.

"Kuri, no!" you whined, fruitlessly attempting to squirm out of his grip as he held you in place with a single, corded arm. "I've been waiting months to go to this party!"

"You're not missing anything," he assured, grabbing your neck and pulling you in for a kiss.

"No, Kuri, my lips!" you quickly swerved. "They took thirty minutes to apply!"

"Do them again," he shrugged off, not caring in the least as his one hand grabbed your face by the cheeks, turning you to face him.

"No kisses," you denied, firmly, placing a hand over his mouth to stop him. "You let me go, and when I get back, I'll give you as many as you want."

Surprised, his eyes slightly widened, taken aback by your sharp tone.

Did you... just tell him what to do?

"But until then, n—"

Suddenly, in one fluid motion, your skirt was flipped up, a rather calloused hand dealing a firm blow to your bare asscheek, silencing you instantly.

Utterly shocked, you let out a sharp gasp, eyes wide as you lurched slightly forward in his lap.

'Did he just... spank me?'

"Katakuri!"

"You think you can tell me when to kiss my wife?" he arched a brow, voice deadly clear.

"I am your wife!" you stated, incredulously.

"Last I checked, my wife didn't have this much mouth on her," he countered, fighting the smirk in his voice.

Disbelieving, you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Then you must've been absent for the last five years of our marriage."

SMACK!

"Hey!"

SMACK!

"Will you cut that—!"

SMACK!

"Katakuri!"

SMACK!

"I can do this all night, sweetheart."

As much as your ass was stinging from the impact of your husband's hand, you couldn't help but get wetter with each smack.

That familiar knot of need had already begun to coil in your stomach, pulling ever so tightly.

You were so flushed, and it wasn't long before your hand began to slowly drift between your legs.

"No."

Katakuri's harsh command stopped you a second before you made contact.

You let out a whimper of protest, but he remained unrelenting, effortlessly lifting you off his lap and plopping you down over-top his shoe.

He didn't let go of your face as he nudged his boot between your legs.

He ground the tip against your most sensitive spot, drawing out a muffled yelp.

Desperate for friction, you didn't think, and simply did as he silently asked, straddling his shoe.

You spread your legs wider, the beautiful pressure and rub of leather against silk and tender, sensitive flesh made you ache all over.

Your moans built in intensity as you picked up speed, grinding shamelessly against his shoe while he held your face in place, forcing you to stare up at him.

"Look at my beautiful girl... a mess all for me... only me..."

The bumps and ridges of the studs scraped against your swollen clit and sent sharp lightning bolts of pleasure through your body.

It hadn't even been a full five minutes since all this started and you were already soaking the floor, like this was the first time you'd ever felt pleasure in your life.

Still, it wasn't enough.

You wanted, needed more friction, and you held on to his thigh to steady yourself as you ground harder.

"Where's all that mouth from earlier? You so much to say before..."

Your mind went fuzzy, your hips jerking, you movements frantic as the need built and built and—

The pressure inside you exploded before you could even grasp the feeling.

You let out a strangled cry of pleasure as you threw your head toward the ceiling, glassy, sparkling eyes meeting your husbands—whose were blown completely wide with lust, having just witnessed the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

Shudder after shudder racked your body while you rode out your high mindlessly.

Everything was so warm and slick and nice, you had almost completely forgotten about the costume party.

And when Katakuri's fingers carefully released your face, you slumped against his leg, too exhausted to stand.

Strong hands unwound your arms from his leg as he picked you up, moving to set you down on the kitchen island before starting the task of cleaning you up.

After he finished, he straightened your dress, his eyes gleaming with amusement and lingering desire.

"If you wanna make that party, then now's your chance," he drawled, his voice husky.

You rolled your eyes, the action practically audible as you wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, the though of your lips not even crossing your mind.

You'd ruined your dress, underwear, and makeup—as well as his shoe—and you didn't have the slightest clue as to how you were going to attend that party without people knowing exactly what you'd been up to.

But if you were being honest... you didn't care.

You were too sated and content, too wrapped up in the bliss of being so deeply admired, so deeply desired.

You'd apologize to Custard tomorrow.. but for now?

You were gonna try not to get eaten alive.

[anielskaaniela]

How to Add a Slit to a Dress- Super Easy ! + Video

In this post, you will learn how to add a slit to a dress in super easy way.. How to add a slit to a dress is a sought-after skill for those looking to add a touch of elegance and style to their wardrobe. Whether you’re aiming to transform a casual dress into a chic evening outfit or simply want to add some flair to your day-to-day attire, learning this simple yet impactful alteration can make…

[20dollarlolita]

A little more quick sewing machine troublshooting:

If your machine is doing something you don't understand, engage your bobbin winder, and then disengage it.

This will probably not do anything. However, it's fast, it won't hurt anything, and a surprisingly large percentage of the time, it's actually the solution.

Notable cases: Baby Lock and Brother machines where the button turns orange. Janome machines where the LCD says "SP" or gives you a display that looks like "] [". Viking Emerald 118's where the button on the front stops working. Bernina machines where you turn it on and immediately hear a noise of a motor running. Mechanical machines where you step on the foot and hear the engine running but nothing is turning. Probably more, that's just what's in my head right now.

It's the solution rarely enough that you shouldn't expect it to fix it, but it's also the solution often enough that it should absolutely be part of your troubleshooting procedure. Go through the steps to engage your bobbin winder, make it turn for a couple rotations to make sure you've engaged it properly, and then disengage it.

It's worth a shot.

[delphi-shield]

— 「 CASUAL 」

↳ TRACK A

lighter x reader — 1.1k

summary: that's how Trouble started. capital T, looks like you - talks like you, too.

content: pining, vaguely suggestive, fluff, slice of life. divider by @/diviniyae

No one runs to the Outer Ring. You run from something else, trip, stumble, and wind up flat on your ass on cracked asphalt, baking in the sun. From there, you've got two choices - lay there til the dust covers you up or pick yourself up and keep heading down the road.

Out here, you don't ask. Lighter likes it that way. Less trouble. You had blown in one day with your bags under your arms, hopped right out the back of Steel Tusk, and that was that. Piper had given a lazy introduction while you bustled past her, hauling supplies out the back before you found a place to put your own things.

You settled in just fine in Blazewood. He suspects you made it off savings for a bit. When you were fresh off the boat, you'd been eager to help, to prove you could carry your weight - first to declare you could pitch in, awkward when negotiating payment.

That changed quick when you found your place in town. The second you decided this was where you were putting your roots down was the second you left your best behavior behind. Now they had you, warts and all. Must have run through your savings, too, because your rates went up and you'd stopped turning down tips.

He's doesn't ask, but he wonders.

You're on the periphery of his mind more than he realizes. All these observations keep piling up - and no matter what Lucy says or how Caesar's eyes light up when you drop into the booth next to him, it's just friendly. He notices little stuff about everyone.

One night, Burnice sloshes over with her hands full of nitro-fuel, squeezing into the booth next to you - which makes you lean into him, which presses him into the wall, which makes you plant your hand on his thigh, fingers curling into the material, pressing, making him picture the divots in his skin, the way he would yield to your touch and –

That's how Trouble started. Capital T, looks like you - talks like you, too. Leaves your scent hanging in every room, has his head on a swivel. He doesn't bother denying it anymore.

You'd offered to help him with his scarf, save him the trouble of pricking his finger by threading the needle for him. Maybe you've been eyeing him the same way he's been watching you. You knew better than to try to take the task over entirely, had clarified upfront that wasn't your intention.

Just come over, you'd said. Bring his stuff by, and you'd help. You look surprised when he actually knocks on your door, (to be honest, he's surprised too) but you step out onto the porch with a pitcher of water and beckon for him to take a seat.

(It's a creaky old rocking chair; one you'd pulled from a hollow with Piper not too long ago. He'd walked up on you trying to beat the dust out of the cushion with little success. Lighter had been drafted to the cause the moment his boot hit the bottom stair. Now, sitting in that same chair and twisting his scarf back and forth over his hands, his stomach warms with the domestic touch.)

Lighter's little sewing kit must look pretty pitiful to you, but he balances it on a thigh and plucks the needle from the crevice it's hiding in. Don't start, he wants to say. It's all a mess and he knows it is, nothing stored properly - hell, he doesn't know what half of this is even for.

"It's hard to do with gloves.” You wink, fingers brushing his when you take the needle from him.

The words dry up. He pours himself a glass of water and rocks back.

He's no good at this.

Every touch lingers. You don't mean it to, but he can feel the heat soak through layers of leather, fingerprints searing into his skin. His heart's in his throat, teeth clenched. He winds his scarf across his hands again and again, runs the fabric against the worn leather palms of his gloves.

"Do you care if I put it in my mouth?"

Lighter's brain sizzles, a cracked egg on the hood of a hot truck. He's so grateful for his sunglasses, grateful you can't see the way his eyes shoot to your lips. Perfect smile pressing them together, that glossy sheen has got to be honey sweet, saccharine enough to make his stomach turn in the evening heat.

All he can do in return is stammer out 'uh', like some sort of old civilization caveman.

"The thread? Like - so I can thread it? It's easier if you wet it. I can use the water if that's weird."

"No," he says, too quick. "It's cool."

In reality, it takes you all of five seconds. You wet the thread, close an eye and tilt your head, and with one fluid motion the needle is threaded. You hand it back to him with a flourish. No blood, no nausea rising in his gut.

“That's it?” He asks, incredulous.

You nod and lean back in your chair, arms propped up behind you.

“That's it. Oh– here.” You fish something out of your pocket, small and shiny in your palm. “Try this. Gotta take the gloves off, though.”

There's a thimble in his little sewing kit, but he'd never found a use for it. Even when he sets it over his glove, this fits better. Had you stared at his hands before, silently measuring - or was this just a really good guess?

That's a good way to torment himself, coming up with questions like that. You're not like him, don't spin every little thing into something it's not. He says his thanks and starts to stand, rocking chair creaking in protest.

“You can do it here, if you want,” you say, words jumbling together. You shift your weight, tuck a leg up under yourself and look off to the setting sun. “The whole – thing. In case you need me to thread it again.”

Don't get your hopes up, he tells himself, even when you get up to turn the porch light on for him - even when you brush your hand against his shoulder, push the faintest bit and your touch pleads stay.

Lighter sinks back down. He peels a glove off and caps his finger with the thimble. The creaking of the rocker melts into the background of Blazewood. It gets cold out here when the sun goes down, but he doesn't need to remind you of that anymore. You sit with him while he closes up the seams bloodlessly. The night feels just a bit warmer.

[sturnioz]

https://x.com/vcitimgf/status/1833314223046148442?s=46

cas... do your magic😔

╰› P!LINK.

you're unable to look at yourself in the mirror, already embarrassed with knowing you have a fake bunny tail sewed into the back of your lacy panties. but it's not only that, you're shirtless too—nipples pebbled due to the cold air wafting through the open window into chris' room.

chris leans back against the headboard of his bed, a smirk spreading across his lips as he pats his lap slowly, beckoning you to come forward and to plant yourself down. you hesitate, only for a moment, until you take a deep breath and decide to bite the bullet—crawling across the bed to reach him.

you let out a surprised squeak when his fingers curl around your wrist to yank you forward, causing you to almost topple face first into his chest until he guides your awkward self onto his lap, knees resting on each side of his hips.

"bunny..." he drawls through a sing-song tone, his way of telling you to look at him while his hands find your waist, pinching you lightly before moving down to grab at your ass, squeezing at the supple flesh with one quick and sharp swat.

you flinch at the stinging sensation, body jolting with a whimper slipping past your glossy lips as you slowly meet his gaze, and that look in his eye makes you gulp. it's hungry—predatory—like he's seconds away from devouring you whole and it sends a shiver down your spine.

his palm meets your ass again with another loud slap and you cry out as you slump against his chest that vibrates beneath you with a deep chuckle at your expense, his fingers kneading at the sore area.

you can feel his cock chub up in his boxers, pressing against your inner thigh and twitching every time you jostle in his lap from his quick slaps. the tip bumps your clit during each movement, and your arousal causes the material of your lacy panties to stick to your folds uncomfortably, making you shift with a whine.

"gettin' all messy f'me already, bun?" chris murmurs, clicking his tongue against his teeth in a mocking way.

you try to hide your embarrassed face, wanting to tuck it away in the crevice of his neck, but he's already gripping your jaw with his other hand and forcing you to look at him, his fingers pressing into your skin so hard it makes your lips form a pout.

"you're fuckin' soaked—look at you," your face feels like its burning when he pushes you back slightly to get a good look between your legs, tilting his head to the side with a hum as the fabric had become so transparent from your juices that your pussy is clear in his vision. "all that from a few slaps? s'kinda pathetic, bun."

you whine in defeat, pawing at his wrist. "chris—"

"ah, ah," he tuts to cut you off, using his grip on your jaw to shake your head to shut you up in a condescending manner. "didn't say i didn't like it, yeah?"

divider credits. @issysh3ll

[sanospet]

✩ GAME OVER ✩

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘎𝘈𝘔𝘌𝘙!𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘙𝘈𝘒𝘐 𝘛𝘖𝘔𝘜𝘙𝘈 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦 : collecting the nectar, you pressed them to his lips with a smile, following the actions he often displayed to you, tomura letting you set your digits on his tongue with a playful roll of the eyes, lapping at the liquid as you pulled them out with a sweet pop, "you're having too much fun," hitched breath cutting his words short as your fingers clasped around his length, pumping, a breathy moan all that he could manage. "you look so pretty like this, can you really blame me ?" whispering, tomura's skin burning as your lips grazed his ear, his mind whirring as the 'game over' screen's music echoed off of the walls. eyes squeezed shut, face contorting in bliss, a thin layer of sweat offering subtle highlights to his skin as you worked him, your thumb circling his tip, giving gentle squeezes.

warnings and notes!

18+ . mdni . smut . pwp . quirkless au . gamer tomura x gamer reader . oral (amab & afab receiving) . handjob . deep throating . edging . cum denial . fingering (afab receiving) . tomura lets the reader dom him a little . casual sex . they’re playing ff15 (heavily mentioned throughout but you don’t need to really know the game to read this imo) . whiny/pouty reader . usage of nicknames (“kid” , “baby”, “love”) . teasing & lots of giggles . sweet filth . reader is afab . reader’s gender is mentioned . reader’s pronouns aren’t mentioned . reader’s sex is mentioned . proofread though there may still be some spelling mistakes, enjoy!

authors note!

i haven’t posted anything in months but i’ve been writing, lol. coming up with a lot of different concepts as well as sparsely working on the next chapter of “veiled blossoms”, it’s just kinda heavy so it’s hard to write, haha. i feel slightly rusty and as if this isn’t my best work but i hope it’s good enough, i’m treating it as a warm-up (?) of sorts, as i get back into my flow. a lot has been going on and a lot has happened in my life in the past few months, life-changing things and i’m just trying to navigate it all as well as tap into my creativity more frequently and freely again. thank you so much for reading, i deeply appreciate it and i hope you enjoy this quick read! <3

- linus

the dull buzz of the game console echoed off of the white walls of tomura's bedroom, the paint tinted with a soft blue hue alongside the posters which adorned them, due to the television. the soft knocks of the knobs on the controller among the gentle, yet frustrated, grunts that slipped past tomura's lips offering a comforting ambiance, something you'd grown quite used to.

a subtle scowl, of which you were sure he was unaware, sewing his features together as noctis' movements slowed down on the screen for the nth time, tomura shifting to zap him to the nearest warp point, prompto falling in the meantime, leaving the low hp duo of gladiolus and ignis amidst the chaos of battle. your gaze shifting between the screen, tomura, and the urgency of his thumbs as countless coeurl's shredded through his team, depleting their health further as tomura frantically distributed health potions to evade death.

rigid posture cushioned by an array of pillows, tomura's gaze remained fixed on the screen before him, eyes darting from the gameplay to the wavering health status of each member, concentrating deeply, a slight furrow in his brow. he sat upright, alert, on edge almost, in contrast to your laying form beside him, attempting to watch his gameplay earnestly, yet failing to do so.

with his over-washed, slightly faded band-tee riding up his torso, almost matching the one you'd currently adorned, having stolen it out of his closet earlier that day. the shoulder seams hanging slightly lower on your arms than they ever did his, the faint musky scent embedded within the threading, mixing with the wafting vanilla candle you had lit not too long ago, offering a sweet sense of solace. with the thin trail of hair peaking beneath his shirt, exposed by the sliver of skin that was on display, crawling beneath the hem of his underwear, you'd found it increasingly difficult to keep your eyes straight before you.

you loved watching tomura game, just as much as he loved watching you. sessions filled with giggles and exasperated sighs, pushing the controllers into each others hands once things got too frustrating, celebrating your joint wins with high-fives and gentle kisses. yet, your offer to take over had been declined this time around, tomura refusing to let his pride wane in the face of his third "game over" screen, a controlled sigh leaving his lips as he entered the bounty's vicinity once more, teeth gritted.

niveous tendrils framing his soft features, shaggy hair resting on the tense, slightly raised, muscles of his shoulders. tomura's skin was slightly illuminated amidst the dark surroundings, ruby gaze darting across the screen in focus. his grip on the controller tightening as he moved with fervour, jaw clenching. your sight trailing over his disgruntled form, a small smile playing on your lips at the display.

tomura had the unyielding tendency to get riled up whilst gaming, often vocal in his distresses and victories, his concentrated glare on the screen something you'd grown quite fond of, bottom lip tucked between his teeth, immersed.

fingers lifting, moving to tuck loose tendrils behind his ear, earning a soft smile from the other, his muscles seeming to ease up slightly at the subtle action. touch shifting toward his exposed skin, drawing shapes on the flesh of his abdomen as your lips met his neck, tomura's head cocking to the side, offering more access, a shaky breath leaving his lips. "you're distracting me, kid," voice laced with gravel, your lips grazed his ear and he could feel your smirk against him "would you like me to stop ?" words whispered, a kitten lick, the tip of your tongue gently dragging up the edge of his ear, goosebumps rising in response to your touch, breath offering warmth to his skin, "i never said that," through a controlled exhale, "just continue on for me, then, love," setting a gentle kiss to his cheek.

fingers inching beneath the fabric of his joggers, resting upon the cloth of his boxers, you began to palm his most sensitive part, lips moving against the rough skin of his neck delicately, offering pecks and soft suction, marking him, a sharp gasp leaving tomura's chest. motions slow, grating, softly chuckling as he spoke, "you know i hate teasing, baby," a small scoff, brows knitting, "you tease me all the time," you pushed, "that's different," shrugging, tone relaxed, "is not!" you retorted, "and you never let up, no matter how much i beg," lips curling in response to your pout saturated words, his gaze remaining locked onto the screen, "i don't beg, kid," a gentle shake of his head as he spoke.

your fingers moving to slip from beneath his clothing, his hand leaving the controller, flying to catch your wrist, slowly turning meeting your gaze. with a taunting a quirk in your brow, smirk sewing your features, you sat in wait, teeth chewing the inside of his cheek as he took a beat, sighing in defeat, "please, baby," the words dripping with plead, guiding your grip beneath the layer of his dampened underwear, pre-cum soaking through the thin fabric, the sweetly spoken words sweeping a rosy blush across his cheeks, "anything else ?" you teased, head cocking to the side, a small smile curling his lips at the prod, "thank you," your nose brushing past his with a small smile, setting a kiss to his lips as his gaze returned to the screen, unpausing, "you're lucky i'm nicer than you are," a chuckle leaving his lips, "aren't i just."

shifting his hips as you pulled down the constricting pieces of fabric, a sharp hiss slipping past his lips as your fingers grazed the tip of his hardened cock gently. collecting the nectar, you pressed them to his lips with a smile, following the actions he often displayed to you, tomura letting you set your digits on his tongue with a playful roll of the eyes, lapping at the liquid as you pulled them out with a sweet pop, "you're having too much fun," hitched breath cutting his words short as your fingers clasped around his length, pumping, a breathy moan all that he could manage. "you look so pretty like this, can you really blame me ?" whispering, tomura's skin burning as your lips grazed his ear, his mind whirring as the 'game over' screen's music echoed off of the walls. eyes squeezed shut, face contorting in bliss, a thin layer of sweat offering subtle highlights to his skin as you worked him, your thumb circling his tip, giving gentle squeezes.

"fuck, you made me die..." through a laugh, it soon morphing into a chesty groan, a lazy, open-mouthed smile on his lips, "there's no way i'll be able to beat this when you're-" setting a gentle kiss to his tip with a change in position, licking a ring around it, offering gentle circles around it with a curved tongue before slipping his length into your mouth. pulling out, your gaze locking with his once more, your hand continuing to stroke him, "when i'm what ?" tone innocent with a cocked head in question, legs swaying in his playful kicks behind you.

"god, you're so annoying sometimes," through a choked giggle, earning one in turn from you as you set sweet pecks on his length, tomura's alertness dwindling. his gaze failing to stay on the screen for longer than a second, entranced by your performance, dusty rose setting deeply in his cheeks as your eyes fluttered shut, a loose smile hung on your features as your lips worked him, setting gentle kisses and kitten licks to his cock, soft moans slipping past your lips, offering subtle vibrations to his length as you took him into your mouth.

his core tightening at the sight of you seemingly worshipping his cock, goosebumps trailing his skin as your head bobbed, suppressed groans escaping his lips as your throat relaxed, nose kissing his pelvis in chase of his melodic sounds. the muscle contracting around his length as you choked, fingernails digging into your palms as you held yourself in position, a flurry of moans soon escaping his lips in tow. head thrown back, hips staggering, bucking reflexively as his back arched off of the slew of pillows in which it rested upon.

pulling back, a thin string of saliva, the only connection between the two of you before your hands moved to work him once more, gaze lifting to meet the screen behind you before shifting to him. lust swimming within the fire in his eyes, hot embers offering licks under his hooded gaze, piercing your skin with desire. tousled shaggy hair sticking to his skin, lips parted, pants falling from them with each breath he took. the pit of your stomach contorting at the sight, a small whimper threatening to leave your throat under the harsh gaze, tomura's trance like state snapping under your hooked forefinger, directing his attention back to the screen before him, "noctis is dying," a small gasp as his thumbs moved once more, "fuck-" through a chuckle as he gave him another elixir, "too distracting ?" you questioned, words laced thickly with tease, as you set a soft kiss to his tip once more, earning a small smirk from the man, "not at all," sarcasm drenching the reply.

a giggle leaving your lips at the snide remark, your hand shifting his own, threading his fingers through your locks, guiding your mouth onto him once more. tomura's free hand shifting to pause the movement on the screen, hips bucking as your throat relaxed around him, a whisper of a whimper falling from his chest as his hips rolled, head dropping back against the pillows once more as he used you. movements slow, inching deeper and deeper down your throat before pulling just up to his tip, pushing your head down once more with fervour, repeating the movements over, growing desperate as he continued. sweet, chesty groans falling from his lips, choked and growing in volume as the coil in his stomach tightened, your face deepening in rose as oxygen evaded you, fists tight, eyes squeezed shut as he decorated your throat with pearl.

with matching pants, your gaze met once more, the sight of his breathy and fucked out form erupting butterflies within your stomach, tomura thumbing your bottom lip in wait, the pond of his seed within your mouth inciting a smile from the man, needing nothing but for your eyes to meet once more to recognise his desires, soon displaying your tongue after a swallow. tomura's hand remained tangled within your hair, pulling you closer as your lips interlocked, tasting remnants of himself on your tongue as your lips moved.

pulling away, lazy gaze raking over your features, your eyes filled with yearning, breaths intermingling as he smoothed a hand over your messy hair, "such a sweet girl," the soft words whispered, filled with praise as he tucked unruly strands behind your ear, rose dusting your cheeks, heart swelling as he spoke. shifting to lay you down against the pillows, "you wouldn't mind taking over for me, would you, baby ?" pushing the controller to your chest with a smirk, situating himself between your legs.

"you don't actually expect me to beat it, do you ?" brows knitting as the paused screen met you, "what, you don't think you can ?" teasing, setting a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, "t-that's unfair," you pushed, a ghost of a pout, "what was it you said earlier about you being kinder than i am ?" chuckling, "but listen, i'll be nicer this time, yeah ? a reward is in store," the words convincing, "well, can i at least know what i'm working toward ?" eyes round, pleading as his fingers drew shapes on your skin, "cumming."

a sharp intake of breath, "you wouldn't..." brows knitting as your bottom lip jut out just so, "and why wouldn't i ?" a smirk curling his lips, teasing, "i hate edging and you know that..." your whines met with a shrug of his shoulders, "and i hate being teased, but here we are, love," a soft laugh, tomura setting encouraging pats to your outer thigh, "you oughta be more confident, kid," your silence erupting another giggle from the man, "what, you gonna call me mean ?" head cocking, teasing, pain pout decorating his lips, "no need to say it if you already know it," murmured words earning another laugh, "stop pouting and play the game, kid."

tomura's fingers inched beneath your shirt at the click of the unpause button, soon resting atop your bare chest. kneading the mound, squeezing harshly, earning a wince as he tugged at your nipple, pinching and rolling it between his forefinger and thumb. his lips planting kisses between your thighs, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, leaving blossoming marks that matched his own.

tomura's stomach tightened, throat forming a lump at the sight of your underwear, the only bottoms you adorned beneath his oversized band tee. the dark patch of fabric clinging to your skin, outlining your folds with precision, the soaked cloth practically peeling away as he removed them. throwing your legs over his shoulders, hooded gaze flicking over to your frazzled form, shoulders tense as his nose dragged over your bundle of nerves ever so slowly, causing you to jerk slightly, swallowing a moan through a clenched jaw. "relax, baby," setting soothing strokes to your thigh, "and let me hear you."

pushing gentle kisses to your heat, curled tongue offering circular strokes, lips wrapping around your nub, adding the slightest bit of suction before pulling away with a wet pop. diving back in with laps, nose dragging your essence up and through your folds, his arms wrapping around your thighs, holding your shifty form in place as your thumbs moved against the controller, attempting to heal your team despite having only half the brain to pay attention.

tomura's head dipping lower, your gaze unable to stay on the screen as he made out with your most sensitive part, his eyes shut in bliss as he tongued your entrance, soft mewls escaping you at the act, the coil in your stomach tightening at the sight, tomura swiftly retracting at the dull hum of the 'game over' screen, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips at the act, head thrown back in defeat, earning a laugh from the man.

"fuck," through an exasperated breath, drawled out with a whine, earning a soft laugh from the man, "try again, love," your fingers shifting as you entered the bounty's vicinity once more, a ghost of a frown haunting your features. tomura's movements continued, earning somewhat of a cry as he slipped a finger in, your frazzled mind attempting to win as you haphazardly switched weapons, healing team members as best as you could, the coeurl's seemingly appearing in endless streams.

doubling the dosage, his fingers curled, hitting that spongey part that only he could ever reach, a sharp intake of breath was all you could muster as his thumb continued to stroke that sweet bundle of nerves, tomura peppering kisses along your thighs. a soft laugh leaving his lips as your hips began to roll, meeting his stride as moans sat heavy on your tongue, his mouth meeting your heat once more, the pace of his fingers quickening as he pumped you, your eyes squeezing shut as your walls squeezed around tomura's fingers and soon, nothing at all, eyes flying open with a frustrated whine.

"rules are rules, kid," offering soothing strokes to your stomach, a wicked glint in his eye, shrugging, "but it's just...it's hard when you're-" a smirk, "when i'm what ?" pitch high, tone mocking as his hands were on you again, resuming his prior movements, earning an eye roll and a disgruntled sigh, tomura laughing at that.

thumbs moving swiftly against the controller, you were down to one coeurl and fresh out of both potions and elixirs, heartbeat rising as noctis, the only moving member on your team, performed his warp attack, his health depleting rapidly. tomura's gaze shifting to the screen for but a moment, a soft smile on his face, "you're so close, kid, c'mon," he pushed, lips on you once more as you finished the last one off through gritted teeth, the controller soon hitting the bed with a bounce as you dropped it.

tomura allowing your fingers to thread through his locks as your hips rolled against his tongue with a fiery need, his fingers pumping you at an unforgiving pace. the coil in your stomach tightening for what seemed like the hundredth time, soon coming undone in waves, goosebumps rising on your skin as your body shook, a flurry of moans leaving your lips as tomura worked you through your high.

chest rising and falling, tomura hovered over you once more setting a soft kiss to your lips, "that's a good girl," lips grazing yours, "i think a bigger reward is in order, don't you ?" his hardened cock dragging between your folds, gaze hooded as he spoke, your eyes rounding with plead, "please..."