#spool holder

[dancyrilkingston]

Bear sewing caddies and spool holders (c. 1880’s)

[anielskaaniela]

How to Organize Sewing Threads and Save Time and Money

Organizing your sewing threads can save you time and money. Find out how in this post. Do you have a messy stash of sewing threads that makes it hard to find the right color for your project? Do you waste time and money buying duplicate or unnecessary shades of thread? Do you struggle to match your thread to your fabric and end up with visible or mismatched seams? If you answered yes to any of…

[areyouwho-ithinkyouare]

i am in button organising hell

[tigertales9]

Hard Reset XIII

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Fluff

Description: This is the conclusion to the LSU Valentine's Day flashback fic. First part is here -- Hard Reset XII

Time/Place: Thursday, Feb. 14, 2019 (Valentine's Day) / Baton Rouge, Louisiana

A/N: This is the thirteenth fic in the Hard Reset series.

I've tweaked this thing to pieces, and I'm still not super happy with it. It is what it is, as Joe would say. 😋

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Thursday, Feb. 14, 2019 (Valentine's Day) - Baton Rouge, Louisiana

5:00 pm

You pull into a parking space just outside Joe's apartment, grabbing two reusable grocery bags and a small duffle bag from your trunk before opening your passenger door; you lean in and unclasp the seatbelt that's holding your vase of roses upright, briefly wondering if you should make two trips as you nudge the car door closed with your foot. "Nah," you mumble, quickly making your way up the sidewalk and a flight of stairs before coming to a stop in front of Joe's door.

You set the vase down on the ground and dig your keys out of your pocket, unlocking the door and grabbing the vase before making your way into the cool, air-conditioned apartment. "He's got the damn a/c cranked," you grumble, depositing the grocery bags and roses on the kitchen island before walking down the hallway to the bedroom.

You set your duffle bag on the bed and unzip it, pulling out a wrap dress (a slinky, blush-pink short-sleeve mini dress) and a pair of nude, peep-toe stiletto heels. You quickly hang the dress in Joe's closet before heading back to the kitchen to pop the groceries in the fridge, stopping to turn the a/c off on the way.

Several minutes later, you step back and assess the simple tablescape you put together with a few items from the craft store -- two pink placemats printed with conversation hearts along with several clear candle holders with bows tied on them that you cut from a large spool of pink satin ribbon.

"Cute," you grin, grabbing the lavish bouquet of pink roses Joe sent you and setting it on the table before adding the simple place settings -- white plates plus silverware wrapped in "fancy" white disposable napkins tied with more pink bows. "Even cuter."

You tilt your head as you look at the table, chewing on your bottom lip while thinking out loud. "Love it, but it needs something else," you mutter, grabbing the spool of pink ribbon and unwinding the rest, grinning when you end up with about four feet of it; you wind it down the center of the table, weaving in between the candle holders and around the vase until you're satisfied with the result. "What else?" you mutter, giggling when a thought hits you.

You hurry to the hall closet and pull out the Scrabble box, rooting around to grab the letters you need to spell a few phrases to mimic the conversation heart placemats. "Thank goodness for pinterest," you mutter, giving a nod to where you got the idea.

You're just finishing the tablescape when you hear the front door open; you walk toward the entryway, smiling when Joe rounds the corner, your heart skipping a beat when his face lights up when he sees you.

"Hey babe," he greets you, wrapping you in a hug as he leans down to press his lips against your ear. "Can you believe it's 70 degrees in mid-fucking-February?" he grumbles, pulling back to look at you when you cackle.

"I knew you were gonna bitch about it," you grin.

"I'm not bitching," he argues. "Just stating a fact."

"Mmm-hmm," you hum, yelping when he playfully swats your ass. "Come here, grumpy cat," you order, walking back toward the dining table while beckoning him to follow. "Look at these gorgeous roses some hot stud sent me," you tease, waving a hand at the roses and laughing at his cocky smirk.

"Hot stud, huh?" He holds eye contact with you while leaning down to sniff the fragrant flowers.

"The hottest," you wink. "Do you like the tablescape?"

He finally breaks eye contact and takes in the table. "I love it," he states. "It's pretty cool that everything matches the roses."

"Yep, pink, pink and more pink," you giggle. "And I bought all of that before you sent me the roses, so we were on the same wavelength, as usual."

"Of course we were," he murmurs, capturing your gaze for a few heartbeats before returning his attention to the table. "The Scrabble tiles are a nice touch," he grins, reading them out loud as he walks around the table. "Be mine … love you … hot stuff … yes sir … zaddy." He flicks his gaze back up to yours. "Nice Z word," he purrs.

"Thanks," you grin. "Do I get triple word score on that one?"

"Oh, you're def gonna get triple something later."

"Can't wait," you sigh, rolling your eyes playfully when he spots the cupcakes sitting pretty on the kitchen island and instantly heads that way.

"Damn," he breathes, "these look delicious." He leans down and takes a hearty sniff as you walk up behind him. "Smell delicious, too," he continues, hitting you with puppy-dog eyes. "Can I have one before dinner?"

"Has anyone ever told you no?" you ask.

"Yep," he nods. "This gorgeous goddess told me no several times. She even used a jigsaw puzzle as an excuse to curve me."

"And how did that turn out?" you ask, picking up one of the plump cupcakes and peeling off the wrapper before handing it to him.

"Amazing," he grins, taking a huge bite of the confection, eyes rolling back in his head as he chews and swallows. "Ridiculously good," he mutters before taking another big bite.

"Ridiculously good, huh?" you tease. "You talking about the cupcake or the relationship?"

"Both," he mumbles around a mouthful, leaning down to press a chocolate + raspberry flavored kiss on your lips.

"Spoiled ass," you grumble playfully, spinning around and walking toward the bedroom, grinning when you hear him following close behind. "I'm wearing this tonight," you continue, pulling the short, slinky dress out of his closet.

"Damn," he mutters. "You're gonna look hot as hell in that. I mean … you always look hot as hell, but …"

"Babe?" you interrupt.

"Yeah?"

"Focus."

"Yes, ma'am."

You grin at him as you pull a pair of slinky black shorts and a pale pink tee out of his dresser. "Wear this," you order, laying the clothes out on his bed.

"Yes, ma'am," he repeats, slowly licking the frosting off of his fingers as you watch. "I'm gonna get a quick shower," he continues.

"I'm gonna change then start dinner," you state, your pulse picking up at the sight of his tongue sliding against his long fingers.

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A little while later, you pull the oven door open and pop the garlic bread in before giving the boiling pasta a quick check, noting that it still needs a few minutes before going into the sauce; a blur of movement catches your peripheral vision, and you turn your head toward it, your eyes going wide when you see Joe leaning against the wall a few feet away, his gaze slowly sliding down to your bare feet before reversing course.

"You look amazing," he murmurs, pushing away from the wall and walking toward you.

"Thanks, you too," you mutter, stepping into your high heels as he closes the distance between you.

"You don't need those," he states, dropping to his knees to pull your shoes off, his big hands gripping your ankles as he eases the heels off.

"Okay," you breathe. "I was just trying to be sexy for you."

"You don't need to try to be sexy," he states, standing back up to his full height and looking down into your upturned face. "You are sexy."

"Okay," you repeat, licking your lips before giving him a grin. "We've got a few minutes before dinner is ready, so I want to give you something." You hurry to the hall closet and grab the jigsaw puzzle that you hid there earlier, smiling when you return to the kitchen and hand it to him.

"Nice," he grins. "Pillars of Creation. Is it a shot from Hubble?"

"Yeah, with a super hot heat signature."

"Super hot," he agrees. "You gonna help me put it together?"

"Of course," you answer, watching as he sets the puzzle box aside before returning his attention to you.

He gives you a quick kiss before pulling back. "Thank you," he murmurs.

"You're welcome," you whisper, grimacing as a thought hits you.

"What is it?" he asks.

"I just … I wonder …" you trail off.

"Wonder what?" he asks.

"What if we hadn't seen each other at the outdoor food court? It's crazy that we came so close to not ever getting together after I gave you the jigsaw brush off."

He gives you a knowing smile. "I would've come back into the bookstore eventually. I'm a stubborn asshole. No way was I gonna give up on you that easy."

"I'm glad you're a stubborn asshole."

"And I'm glad you decided to give me a chance," he grins.

"Me too," you return his grin. "Even though it means I've been to more LSU football games in the last few months than I'd been to in my entire life."

"And not one drunk asshole harassed you, right?"

"Well, yeah. Prob because you very publicly threatened to "deal with" anyone who bothered me."

"Anyone who messes with my woman messes with me."

"That sounded super caveman, but I ain't even mad."

"Because you know I didn't mean it in a bad way; I'm just as much yours as you are mine."

"You're getting laid tonight, babe," you grin. "No need to work for it." The timer on the oven goes off before he can respond, and you quickly drain the pasta before adding it to the sauce, giving it a thorough stir before pulling the garlic bread out of the oven.

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Ten minutes later, most of the overhead lights are cut off, and y'all are eating dinner by candlelight, Joe making num-num noises as he tucks into the spicy pasta.

"This is so good," he groans, winding a generous portion of linguine around his fork before popping it in his mouth, grabbing his glass of blush wine and holding it up as he chews and swallows. "Happy V Day," he murmurs, smiling as you clink your glass against his.

"Happy V Day," you echo, taking a hearty gulp of your wine and giggling as he continues to tell you a story of something silly that happened earlier at the gym.

Y'all continue to trade small talk as you eat, his gaze devouring you in a way that sets off a steady throb between your thighs. You open your mouth a few times to let him feed you a succulent bite, the sexual tension between you so strong that the simple act of eating dinner together feels like foreplay.

"Sooo, I've got something else to give you," he eventually says, polishing off his pasta and draining the last of his wine before leveling a no-nonsense look at you.

"I know," you purr. "I've been waiting all day for it."

His deep laugh sends a sizzle of heat down your spine; he gives you a wink as he stands up. "I wasn't talking about that, horndog. I've got something else to give you first."

"Okay," you pout," grinning against his lips when he leans down and gives you a lingering kiss. "Patience, beautiful," he teases. "I promise to make it worth the wait."

"You always do," you admit, watching as he walks to the bedroom and quickly comes back out holding a slim black case; he pops it open, grinning as you gasp at the sight of the dainty, white-gold bracelet with two intertwined pavé diamond hearts.

"Oh my gosh, it's gorgeous," you whisper, shaking your head as you continue, "but it's too much."

"It's not enough, in my opinion," he states, lifting the bracelet from its velvet nest. "These are real diamonds, but they're small, and it's not like it's Cartier or something. One of these days, I'm gonna get you something truly outrageous."

You lift an arm up so he can fasten the bracelet on your wrist. "I don't need outrageous, and I don't need Cartier," you mutter, watching closely as his long, agile fingers easily work the delicate clasp. "It's really beautiful and sparkly," you sigh. "I love it, and I love you."

"I love you, too," he murmurs, leaning down to capture your lips in a lingering kiss for several heartbeats before pulling back and locking eyes with you. "I want you to think about me when you wear it."

"I already think about you all the time," you admit. "I don't need a reminder."

"You're getting laid tonight, babe," he echoes your earlier words while giving you a naughty wink. "No need to work for it."

You giggle as he stacks your dinner dishes and heads to the kitchen, quickly rinsing them off and popping them in the dishwasher before returning to the table with the bottle of wine; he pours the rest of it into your glass and gently pulls your chair -- with you still sitting in it -- out from under the table before dropping to his knees at your feet.

You take a sip of the wine, your pulse reacting as he spreads your legs, his sensual lips teasing your inner thighs as he pushes the hem of your dress up, nibbling and sucking, moving back and forth as you sink a hand into his hair. He makes eye contact with you as he unties your wrap dress and spreads it open, baring your body to his hot gaze.

"So gorgeous," he murmurs, licking his lips as he flicks his eyes from your bare breasts down to your naughty panties. "Fuck," he groans, running a thumb up the length of the center seam a few times before replacing his thumb with his mouth, sliding his tongue up the seam, over and over, pushing the thin, see-through pink fabric into your slit.

"Yeah," you breathe, draining the rest of your wine before setting the glass on the table and sinking both hands in his hair; you roll your hips into him as he continues to tease you, grinding against him for several heartbeats before he pulls back and locks eyes with you.

"We need to slow this down," he states," hopping up and walking behind you. "Lean forward and put your hands behind your back," he orders, waiting for you to do his bidding before snatching the long, pink ribbon off the table and using it to bind your hands behind your back. "Good girl," he murmurs, watching closely as you lean back in your chair, wiggling a bit to get comfy as he strips his shirt off before dropping to his knees between your spread thighs. "I wanna take my time," he explains, "and I can't do that if you're pulling my hair and grinding against me."

"I thought you liked that," you pout.

"I love it, but it gets both of us off super fast, and I wanna take my time tonight, okay?"

"Okay," you whisper, gasping as he hooks a finger in the crotch of your panties and pulls it to the side, burying his tongue inside you.

Over the next several minutes, he gives a master class in edging, bringing you to the brink over and over as you whimper and moan, your pulse pounding and every inch of your body begging for release.

"I'm so close!" you whine for what seems like the 20th time, groaning in frustration when he pulls off of your clit and makes eye contact with you, his lips and chin glistening wet with your arousal.

"I know," he soothes, rising up on his knees as you pant for breath; he leans forward and presses his slick lips against yours, nipping and sucking your plump bottom lip before sliding his tongue inside when you open up for him. You moan into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, relishing the taste of your arousal on his hot, velvety tongue as it tangles with yours.

He continues the sensual kiss while sliding his hands up your thighs and over your hips and waist, barely ghosting his fingertips over your skin, leaving chill bumps everywhere he touches. Your already-hard nipples harden even more in anticipation as his big hands approach your breasts, making you squirm as his fingers inch oh-so-close but stop just before reaching the sensitive peaks.

"Please," you beg against his lips, your breath catching in your throat when he brushes his fingertips over the aching nubs, teasing you with gentle, barely-there caresses before pinching with the perfect amount of pressure to make you whimper. He smiles against your lips as he repeats the action, and you're more than a little lightheaded at the feel of his tongue in your mouth and his talented fingers teasing your sensitive nipples. All you can think about is wanting more.

He reads your body language and lowers his head, replacing his fingers with his mouth and moving back and forth between your breasts as you watch him pleasure you; he licks and sucks your nipples so good you can feel it between your thighs.

"I'm so turned on it actually hurts," you whine, chewing on your bottom lip as he captures your gaze.

"You want me to finish you?" he asks, the carnal promise in his deep voice causing your core to contract.

"Yes, sir," you plead. "It won't take much," you continue, your pulse pounding as he reaches a hand behind your back and unties the ribbon holding your wrists, making a sound low in his throat when you immediately bury both hands in his hair.

You briefly admire the glittery sparkle of your new bracelet as the candlelight hits it, all coherent thought leaving your brain a few heartbeats later when he tugs the soaking wet crotch of your panties to the side and slides two fingers into your slick heat.

"Don't stop!" you urge, grinding against him as he crooks his fingers inside you, bulls-eyeing your sweet spot while he latches his lips onto your clit, his cheeks hollowing out as he gives the aching bud a thorough suck.

The tension that's been building inside you for what seems like ages finally erupts, the powerful climax washing over you in waves, literally taking your breath away for several seconds before you manage to draw in a ragged gasp of air. "Fuck," you whisper, a little dizzy at the feel of your core clenching and rippling around his long fingers as he continues to stroke you through the orgasm.

After waiting a few minutes for you to catch your breath, he slides his fingers out of you and immediately slides them in his mouth, licking and sucking them the same way he did the cupcake frosting earlier.

"Taste good?" you ask, your breathless voice bringing a naughty smile to his face.

"Better than good," he answers. "It's my fav flavor."

"I need you inside me," you whisper, watching as he grabs the pink ribbon and wraps it around your neck before quickly picking you up; he heads for the bedroom as you wrap your legs around his waist and bury your face in his fragrant neck.

A few heartbeats later, you're on your back on the king-sized bed with him on top of you, both of you now fully naked. He leans his weight onto his left forearm and hovers over you, his chest barely touching your nipples as he reaches down and grasps his erection, teasing the lips of your sex with his plump tip while staring into your eyes.

"I need you inside me," you repeat, squirming underneath him as he drags his tip up and down your slit several times to gather moisture before pushing inside. You wrap your legs around him and arch up, wanting all of him at once, craving the feel of his thick shaft filling you up.

"I'm not gonna last long," he grits out once he's fully seated, a hiss escaping his lips when your core clenches him, your body reacting to the hot, hard intrusion. "Fuck me, please," you beg, your eyes fluttering closed as he starts to move.

Almost immediately you feel the tension building again as your body continues to react to the feel of him inside you, to the delicious thrust and drag of his thick cock stretching you to your limit. "I'm gonna cum again," you mutter, opening your eyes and giving him a slightly desperate look as he picks up his pace. "I got you," he promises as he leans down and latches his lips onto your neck, sucking the sensitive skin as he pounds into you, gracing you with a low-throated groan when you rake your nails up the long, muscular expanse of his back.

"Don't stop," you plead, lightheaded with desire as your entire body strains toward another release. "I got you, baby," he repeats, reaching down between your sweat-slick bodies to press his thumb against your clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure to set you off.

You let out a yell, and Joe gives a groan of pure male satisfaction when your second climax hits, filthy praise spilling from his pretty lips as the waves of pleasure roll through you; your slick heat clenches his shaft over and over while you pull his hair and whimper his name, your entire body trembling as fireworks burst behind your closed eyelids.

Once you somewhat catch your breath, you flutter your eyes open, a blush rising in your cheeks when you realize he's gone completely still and is watching you closely. "I love to make you lose control," he purrs, his husky voice caressing you like a physical touch; it only takes you a second to realize he's still hard inside you, tension radiating from his big body at the effort to hold still while the aftershocks of your climax continue to fire, giving his thick cock intimate squeezes as his hot gaze stays locked on yours.

"Your turn," you whisper, digging your heels into his back and arching up to take him deeper, the primal noise he makes as he starts to thrust -- part groan/part growl -- encouraging you to be more vocal, begging him to fuck you harder and deeper as he chases his pleasure. You eventually slide the pink ribbon out from under your neck and wrap it behind his neck, using it to pull him down for a kiss, swallowing his groans as he buries himself inside you and comes apart.

He eventually pulls out of you, both of you gasping at the friction before he plops down beside you on his back, a satisfied smile on his face as he turns his head and gives you a wink. "That was intense," he murmurs.

"For real," you agree, returning his smile as your entire body continues to hum with pleasure.

"I'm almost too wrung out to eat another cupcake," he grumbles playfully.

"Give it a few minutes, and you'll be good to go," you giggle, heaving a happy sigh as he reaches over and grabs your hand, lacing his long fingers with your shorter ones and giving a gentle squeeze. You study his face for several heartbeats before breaking the silence. "What are you thinking?"

"Just about how lucky we are that we found each other," he answers. "Feels like fate."

You try to blink back tears as he rolls up onto a forearm and looks down at you. "I didn't mean to make you cry," he whispers, leaning down to kiss a tear as it slides down your cheek.

"They're happy tears," you sniff, poking your bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout before continuing. "But a cupcake would def make me feel better."

His deep laugh brings a smile to your face; he leans down and drops a kiss on your lips before sliding out of bed. "You want me to open the other bottle of wine?" he asks.

"I think I'll just have water."

"Me too," he agrees, quickly walking into the bathroom before coming back out with a damp washcloth; he gently cleans you up before tossing the cloth back in the bathroom and giving you a big grin. "Water and cupcakes coming right up," he states, his long strides quickly taking him out the bedroom door.

You push up into a sitting position and try to tame your hair a bit, smiling as you catch sight of your new bracelet. "So pretty," you sigh, rocking your wrist back and forth to let the diamonds catch the light from the bedside lamp. You roll your shoulders a few times and stretch your arms overhead, your eyes coming to rest on the pink ribbon laying on the bed beside you. "Oh," you mutter, your eyes going wide as a naughty thought hits you. "Ohhhh," you whisper, quickly snatching the ribbon and winding it around the bottom slat of the headboard, looping it into a tight, center knot that leaves two long strands free.

You grab a pillow and hide your handiwork just as Joe breezes back in carrying two bottles of water and a plate with three cupcakes. He sets everything on the bedside table before peeling one of the cupcakes and handing it to you.

"Thanks," you grin, taking a bite as he peels his own cupcake and plops down beside you.

"These are so good," he mumbles around a huge bite, holding a hand in front of his mouth so you won't see his partially-chewed food.

"Thanks," you repeat, both of you falling into a comfortable silence as you each polish off your cupcake.

He eventually licks his fingertips before grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to you. "Oops," he grimaces. "Was it gross to lick my fingers and then touch your water bottle?"

You take a swig of water before smiling at him. "I'm literally covered in our combined body fluids. Def not worried about a bit of spit on my water bottle."

He laughs along with you before taking several gulps of water, his prominent Adam's apple drawing your gaze as it bobs in his throat. So fucking sexy, you think to yourself, admiring the view for a few more seconds before raising your eyes back up to his face; his hot look causes a shiver of desire to run through you.

"Are you cold?" he asks.

"No," you admit, scooting over and patting the bed. "Why don't you lay down and let me massage you a bit."

"Face down or face up?" he asks.

"Face up," you answer, trying to suppress a naughty grin as he does your bidding, stretching out and resting his head on the pillow that's concealing the ribbon.

You straddle his waist and dig your fingers into his shoulders, giving him an innocent smile when he flicks his gaze down to your bare crotch nestled against him.

"You know where this is headed, right?" he asks, voice husky with arousal.

"Yes, but I wanna take my time," you state, repeating his earlier words as you grab his wrists and slowly press his arms over his head. "Relax," you soothe, quickly pulling the satin ribbon strands out from under the pillow and wrapping them around his wrists, tying a knot before he even figures out what you're doing.

He pulls against the restraint, one eyebrow climbing toward his hairline. "Payback, huh?"

"Maybe a little," you concede, leaning over and grabbing the remaining cupcake off the bedside table. You swipe a finger through the fluffy frosting, smearing it on his Adam's apple before leaning down to lick it off. "Oh fuck," he groans, instinctively knowing where you're headed with this. "Oh fuck, indeed," you giggle, dotting a dollop of frosting on each of his nipples before licking them clean, grinning as he squirms underneath you. "I think I'll do that again," you purr, adding more of the sweet pink fluff to his hard nubs, making obscene noises as you slowly lick and suck it off.

"I'm hard," he announces.

"I know," you grin, giving him a filthy wink. "But I wanna take my time."

"You're going to hell for this," he chuckles.

"Save you a seat," you tease, sliding farther down until you're sitting on his thick thighs, strategically ignoring his impressive erection as you paint a few stripes of frosting on his abs; you lean down and make a show out of licking the frosting as he watches you with hooded eyes.

"I need to be balls deep in you right now," he rasps.

"Still taking my time," you whisper, swiping some frosting around his belly button before rimming it with your tongue.

"Untie me so I can fuck you," he orders, groaning when you slide a finger through the precum pooling under the tip of his cock, bringing your finger to your mouth and sucking on it while giving him a loaded look. "You better stop playin'," he warns, bucking his hips up when you lower your head and lightly suck his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around a few times before pulling off.

"Just relax," you soothe, scooting farther down, smiling when he spreads his thighs for you; you crawl between his thick thighs and run your fingers through the last of the frosting before smearing it on his balls, a flood of liquid heat rushing into your core at the noises he makes as you slowly lick it off.

"Untie me or I'm gonna break something," he grits out, the headboard giving an ominous creak as he pulls against it.

"Don't hurt yourself," you warn.

"I'm not gonna hurt myself, but I'm gonna wreck this fucking headboard if you don't untie me."

"Okay, Mr. Impatient," you chuckle, tossing the cupcake on the bedside table as you crawl out from between his thighs and quickly scoot up to untie him. "You made this knot way tighter by pulling against it," you mutter, finally working a finger inside the knot and giving a sigh of relief when it gives way.

Your sigh is quickly followed by a squeal as he flips you onto your stomach, pulling you up onto your knees and sinking his cock inside you in one smooth motion. You press your forehead against the mattress and arch your back, digging your fingers into the sheets for leverage as you fuck back against him, a steady stream of whimpers spilling from your lips as he rides you hard.

Several minutes later, you feel the tension building inside you again; you draw in a breath to tell him you're close, but he's already reaching down to play with your clit. You grind your face against the mattress as the pressure continues to build, his fingers and cock pushing you toward the edge, his husky voice coaxing you to let go and cum for him. You take in a gulp of air and moan his name as your climax hits, a thrill shooting through you when he moans your name before following you over the edge.

~ ~ ~

You flutter your eyes open, briefly wondering what woke you up as you turn your head to check the clock on the bedside table -- 4:33 am.

You push up into a sitting position and grab your water bottle, chugging about half of it before setting it back down, your gaze drawn to the tall, gorgeous man in bed beside you as he stirs in his sleep.

I'm living a dream, you think to yourself as you give a quick glance at your new bracelet before stretching back out beside your man, your heart overflowing with love as he instinctively reaches for you even though he's sound asleep. You snuggle against him, your back to his chest, a smile of pure contentment gracing your lips as you drift off to sleep wrapped in his arms.

[luminecent-sky]

The Aeon of fate — Explained [as much as they can explain at least.]

A/n: I've been cookin up some lore during the Christmas season and boom. Lore drop time! Don't ask why it took so long/j

[Opening research logs....]

[Aeon records:]

[The Aeon of Fate — All recalled information and records available.]

The Aeon of Fate, colloquially known as 'Moirai'.

-- Other titles include:

The Weaver

Destinyseeker

Parcae

Holder of a thousand strings

-- Has no known date of existence, currently theorized to have formed thousands of Amber eras ago, back when the first forms of sentient life began to wander the universe. Many believe that there are/were three different beings sharing the mantle of 'Fate'. None have found proof of this.

-- Though any known past emanators no longer exist, their records show the extensive reach and power of the Aeon. Said to be able to erase any traces of existence, to turn the tide of battle on a whim, to remove and add entire dynasties with a simple thread.

-- The emanators were usually prophets, seers, and divine priests, describing the Aeon as a veiled figure spinning thousands of strings or a being made of strings, constantly weaving together and fraying apart.

-- Those who tread the path of Fate are those who seek to guide others and interpret the world, diligent people who feel a deeper connection to the universe.

-- Previous emanators of the path were highly sought after, commonly abducted and forced to serve kings and act as advisors due to their knowledge.

-- However they began to die out, most simply dropping dead while others managed to write down the last few prophecies and sights they had. The last known emanators of Moirai, were the three sisters, Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, Whose only surviving prophecy spoke of how the Aeon has found the final thread of the cosmic tapestry, before all three promptly killed themselves.

Factions:

The Thread Weavers - People who believe that the Aeon left one last unfinished tapestry depicting the fate of the last amber era, they search for any thread that can lead them to the tapestry.

Spools of Fate - The inner circle of the thread weavers and members of this circle were known emanators, the ones who led the pursuit on finding the threads of fate. Was led by the three sisters before their deaths. [All new vassals of the Aeon are considered spools due to their direct contact with them.]

[vincentbriggs]

Made a little thingy to hold my bobbins. It's just a small cardboard tube and some stiff paper with fabric glued on top of it, and I tucked the fabric into the ends but didn't cover them up with anything. I might finish them off with little end pieces at some point, but it's in a box so they're ok for now.

I like to keep my wound bobbins in a box with the spools of matching thread so I don't have to dig through my thread drawer for the right colour, but the bobbins were all lying on their sides and I couldn't see the colours, which was annoying. But now they're all nice and visible, as long as the box doesn't get moved around too much.

The box is one that I made in bookbinding class in college, and I used the same Lineco neutral ph adhesive from that class to glue the bobbin holder thingy.

[martassimsbookcc]

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* Basket with Dried Flowers: 9634 verts | 8070 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 20§ >>> Not recolorable - 1 preset

* Bowls: 1876 verts | 3154 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 30§ >>> Not recolorable - 1 preset

* Candle: 127 verts | 200 faces >> Found under Table lamps | 3§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Candle Holder: 1014 verts | 1702 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 10§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel >>>> 2 slots to place the candles

* Concrete Table: 676 verts | 612 faces >> Found under Dining tables | 399§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Cupboard: 1356 verts | 756 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous surfaces | 275§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels >>>> 25 slots for Small/Medium/Large objects

* Cups: 1374 verts | 1968 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 5§ >>> Not recolorable - 1 preset

* Dining Chair: 1708 verts | 2578 faces >> Found under Dining chairs | 120§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Fringed Basket: 660 verts | 984 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 25§ >>> Not recolorable - 1 preset

* Large Basket: 1220 verts | 1829 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 30§ >>> Not recolorable - 1 preset * Plant: 2339 verts | 3629 faces >> Found under Plants | 90§ >>> Not recolorable - 1 preset

* Plates: 2563 verts | 4207 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 15§ >>> Not recolorable - 1 preset

* Small Basket: 3567 verts | 3484 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 15§ >>> Not recolorable - 1 preset

* Spools: 2376 verts | 2956 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 11§ >>> Not recolorable - 1 preset

* Two Baskets: 2102 verts | 2958 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 40§ >>> Not recolorable - 1 preset

* Wire Basket: 5952 verts | 6917 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 55§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

[ltwilliammowett]

A group of six scrimshawed whalebone household objects, including a pie crimper, two napkin rings, a spoon, a fork with two prongs and a thread spool holder, 19th century

[kaywavy]

transforming soffits reorganizing keys formalizing immersion joints justifying kick extractors advising aggregates managing elbows recasting connectors achieving aluminum trowels officiating disks exhibiting absolute spigots progressing coil hydrants jerry-building reflectors informing casters inventing rubber hoists performing wrenches judging chalk adapters upgrading ignition paths

regrowing flashing recommending ratchets approving barriers sweeping impact fillers sewing mirrors detailing collectors enforcing measures distributing systems presenting plugs interwinding registers piloting ash diffusers gathering cranks supplying eave pockets undertaking scroll stops accelerating straps designing fittings protecting diamond boilers logging downspouts correlating shingles uniting mallets qualifying electrostatic lifts sharing clamps obtaining circular fluids ranking foundation gauges sensing miter brackets originating space networks translating drills regulating guards selecting gable padding utilizing pellet dowels reconciling artifacts altering pulleys shedding space filters determining vents representing mortar remaking flash rakers supporting funnels typecasting rotary chocks expressing junctures resetting auxiliary vises professing strip treads inlaying matter trowels questioning drivers forming edge fittings sketching blanks overshooting spark breakers rewriting controls playing tunnels inventorying buttons enduring joint handles effecting ratchet bibbs unwinding couplings forsaking vapor conduits defining sockets calculating heaters raising grids administering tiles measuring resources installing ignition remotes extracting corners manufacturing ventilators delegating consoles treating mounting stones enacting jig deflectors intensifying alleys improvising cargo pinpointing bobs prescribing arc masonry structuring metal chucks symbolizing lathes activating plumb kits adapting coatings fixing channels expediting cordage planning compressors enlisting hangers restructuring keyhole augers shearing ridge hardware collecting reciprocating bolts maintaining corrugated dimmers whetting hole collars conducting mandrels comparing assets compiling sealants completing paths composing equivocation wheels computing dampers conceiving electrostatic treatment ordering cotter grates organizing ties orienting ladders exceeding materials targeting thermocouples demonstrating emery stock expanding latch bases training wardrobe adhesives overcomming[sic] fasteners streamlining storm anchors navigating springs perfecting turnbuckles verifying gate pegs arbitrating arithmetic lifts negotiating outlets normalizing strips building surface foggers checking key torches knitting grinders mowing planers offsetting stencils acquiring bulbs adopting rivets observing avenues ascertaining coaxial grommets slinging wing winches instituting circuit generators instructing wicks integrating pry shutters interpreting immersion lumber clarifying coils classifying wood bits closing cogs cataloging matter strips charting holders conceptualizing push terminals stimulating supports overthrowing shaft spacers quick-freezing connectors unbinding ground hooks analyzing eyes anticipating gateways controlling proposition rollers converting power angles coordinating staples correcting benders counseling joist gaskets recording gutter pipes recruiting drains rehabilitating rafter tubes reinforcing washers reporting guard valves naming freize sprues nominating rings noting straps doubling nailers drafting circuit hoses dramatizing flanges splitting framing compounds refitting stems interweaving patch unions placing sillcocks sorting slot threads securing mode cutters diverting catharsis plates procuring load thresholds transferring syllogism twine directing switch nuts referring time spools diagnosing knobs discovering locks dispensing hinges displaying hasps resending arc binders retreading grooves retrofitting aesthetics portals seeking stocks shrinking wormholes assembling blocks assessing divers attaining lug boxes auditing nescience passages conserving strikes constructing braces contracting saw catches serving installation irons recognizing fluxes consolidating fuse calipers mapping shims reviewing chop groovers scheduling lag drives simplifying hoists engineering levels enhancing tack hollows establishing finishing blocks

[bomberqueen17]

matcha top sewalong #4

ok so i was right, the sizing is bonkers. I should have cut a size 10. I did finally try the sleeve on-- just wrapped it around and tested it-- and i've got like four or five inches of ease in the sleeve, which I don't need.

So, for anyone thinking of making this pattern: The size chart is just in there for show, and means nothing. As the directions do say, to their credit, disregard that entire size chart except the shoulder measurement, and cut out the size that fits your shoulder measurement. Obviously they only put a size chart in there because one is expected, but it has no bearing on the pattern itself or like, human bodies. LOL!

So anyway here's my progress in a brief session this morning, which ended with my preliminary try-on.

[image description: black fabric with some white interfacing showing, pinned to blue fabric in several places, with my hands holding part of it in place.]

I'd put the gathering stitches in by hand because I find that easier, and they were such short seams it was literally two minutes of sewing to do it. So then I pinned the center back, the side fronts, and then roughly measured the same distance to where the shoulder detail should start, and pinned that out.

I had help.

[image description: my perfect adorable princess baby elderly gray cat sitting with her paws directly on the blue fabric I was working on, leaning towards me so I can't see the sewing machine.]

And then instead of putting four fucktillion pins in, I just started sewing, pulled the gathering stitches tight, shoved the gathers along until they looked even, sewed over them quick while holding the gathering thread tight, and did this between all the major landmarks until it was done. Had to go back over a bit of it to catch the shoulder detail hem properly, fussed around a bit. But it didn't take as long as I'd been afraid it would.

My help retreated slightly and grudgingly allowed me to make some progress on this.

[image description: my perfect sweet cat sitting on the end of the sewing table, wall bedecked with spools of thread on a holder behind her, and the blue fabric pinned down more thoroughly in the foreground next to the sewing machine.]

Once I had the collar attached on one side I threw the thing over my head to see if the neck opening was wide enough and to confirm my suspicions about the enormous shoulders.

[image description: a mirror selfie of me draped in the blue and black top, side seams open. I have a dressmaker's tape held to the point of my shoulder with the forefinger of that hand, and it is hanging down and the fabric that's meant to be the shoulder seam ends four and a half inches down on the tape.]

So if I hadn't embroidered this I'd cut four and a half inches off of the shoulder detail, and also recut it narrower, as it's far too wide AND far too long. As it is, I'll just cut to the edge of the embroidery. I'm going to unpick the edgestitching on both sides up to the collar, cut them both to the same width, and then gather the shoulder seam underneath them, then sew them back down. And then I'll put the sleeves on. I did check the sleeves though, and I could take some ease out of them too, so I'm sort of torn. I should probably just find the pattern pieces and recut the body to a smaller size, and recut the sleeve to match. But. Well truth be told I left the pattern back at my house and am at my mother-out-law's right now and don't want to trek back home to get it. It'll be fine oversized that's the aesthetic. I just can't stand having my sleeve start halfway down my arm. As it is the sleeve is halfway down my forearm if I hold the top of it against the point of my shoulder, and I'm going to have to cut it shorter. (Yes plus-sized garments need extra vertical room to go over full figures but not the sleeves my guys, my arms are not extra-long because I'm fat. OK OK OK they did not grade this pattern knowledgeably I can stop beating that dead horse and move on.)

So that's where I'm at now, I'm going to wind up with quite a different garment than the pattern envelope suggested I think. But it'll be wearable and probably quite comfortable.

The next version, I will cut a size 10, and i will make it of handkerchief linen probably, and I will follow the pattern directions more closely.

[waiitiridge]

I've finished redoing my doors and can now move on to more important things:

An Arrietty Birthday Party

The wee Gremlin is turning 5 and has requested an Arrietty themed party. As my friends know, I love to go all out for parties with costumes, DIY decor, and themed foods. I've already been gathering my supplies over the year for:

An Arrietty dress for the birthday child

Giant clothes pegs for hair clips

Wooden dowels and foam balls for pin swords for each guest

Fabric for belt pin sword holders for each guest

A tea cup and saucer for each guest

Fabric for giant flowers

Cardboard for a giant bug pinata for the kids to hit with their swords

Over the next week I have to smash it all out and make the the food.

Not sure how themed the food is but I'm going with classic tea sandwiches, fairy bread, zucchini loaf, and a watermelon star shaped fruit jelly cake. It is a tea party theme so we'll have jugs with fruity and herbal tea blends and maybe some blue pea flower fizzy water and cordial for some colour changing action!

Like last year, i want to do a scavenger hunt where i hide the treasures (this year it will be pin swords, belts, and their tea cups) i think I'll make a giant spool of thread to put the pin swords in and a sugar cub box out of cardboard for the tea cups. Maybe hibe an extra bug pinata with the belts in it by the spool of thead? Maybe that's the only pinata? But i also kind of want one filled with black pompom pipe cleaners and pastel star bead packets so each kid can make a sootsprite bracelet?

Idk, i have some time so please give me your thoughts if you feel like I'm missing something.

[tricktster]

i mean sure, i’ve spent hours and hours learning how to make my cheap base model 3d printer into something that:

will not catch on fire;

can be controlled using something approximating modern technology, and;

actually performs the function of a 3D printer at a reasonably high level of accuracy and with minimal catastrophic failures

it’s taken some work. like kind of a lot of work. like going from a totally blank slate re: electronics to semi-competently understanding basic circuitry and computer programming to the extent where I am no longer afraid to unscrew the damn thing and fuck around with the control board and wiring. I own a bag of fork terminals and crimping pliars now. I know what a MOSFET is and own at least three. Raspberry pis? I’ve got three now, and one of them is what I use to control the printer now.

Like I took this analog antiquity that had to be manually operated by using a single dial to navigate a bewildering maze of menus and submenus, something that was not only incapable of internet access but could only print from a SD reader so outdated that it could not communicate with 95% of the SD cards on the market… and now I can operate it entirely from my phone, including wirelessly uploading files, AND I can monitor it from an arducam stream the whole time while AI simultaneously monitors it for failures or issues.

And that’s not getting into the hardware upgrades. This thing is the ship of Theseus by this point. I’ve modded and upgraded just about every part, from the frame to the Y-carriage plate, to the heated bed, the z stop, the cooling block, the hotend and nozzle(s); the cooling fan, the extruder plate and lever, thermistor, x and y timing belts and tensioners, bed leveling wheels, bed leveling springs/columns, I popped some hardcore z braces on there, introduced a much more powerful cooling fan in the control boz, I swapped the spool holder out for a heated filament chamber, oh and of course, I built an enclosure out of plexiglass and IKEA Lack side tables with independently controlled fume venting and an IoT thermo/hygrometer sensor inside.

by this point some (perhaps most?) of you are thinking “jesus christ, why TST?? this all sounds like a massive pain in the ass???” and you’re not wrong but look listen. listen. All of that effort, all of that time and effort and all the mistakes and frustration along the way, they were all worth because now I own a machine that can just manifest stuff into existence at my command.

Like it occurred to me last night that it might be nice to own a little glow-in-the-dark model of a low poly panther, you know, just for fun.

an hour later i was holding this:

[citrusandspoolthepersecutors]

- Alter intro: Spool -

Name: Allan "Spool" Juke - Emoji: ❤️🪡

Age: 23 - Birthday: July 4th

Pronouns: He/They - Gender ID: Intersex and demiboy

Sexuality: Pansexual and acesexual

Role: Trauma holder, symptom holder, and persecutor

Extra: Dating Citrus

- My boundaries -

I don't mind info dumping and venting

Trigger warnings are preferred

Ask for nicknames

I am uncomfortable with NSFW things

I don't mind gore or anything graphic, but trigger warnings are still preferable

Ask when it comes to addictions

- Interest, hobbies, etc -

Shows: Hotel Hell, Hells Kitchen, Bar Rescue, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, The Distarious Life Of Saiki, and Pokémon

Games: Minecraft, Endling, Stray, FNAF, Poppy Playtime, Gmod, and Project Zomboid

Cooking, baking, and mixology

Biology and science

Soft textures and stuffed animals

[twisted-art-wounders]

ML Found You

Remade my short blrub form 2019 I wrote the OG before Chat Blanc aired so now with new knowledge I can write a better version of ym old short, idk if I'll write more yet I'll see how well this one does and go form there. Gonna update the art too...it's so bad.

Marinette's eyes were glued to the screen on her desk, her knees were pressed up to her chest as she sat sunken her pink computer chair. Fear and disbelief in her blue bell eyes while the rest of her body stayed frozen in place. Biting her lower lip she watched the reporter Nadja Chamack inform the public of the current disaster terrorizing Paris. Normally this would be Marinette's call to action; to dawn her Ladybug persona and swing off into the heart of the city to deal with the oncoming treat it was her job after all.

As one half of the dynamic duo responsible for keeping all Parisians safe she has to go out there and face this new evil. But no she found herself frozen in shock and fear as she read the title of the new broadcast “Chat Noir Turned Evil? Paris in danger!”. She couldn't believe it, no she <i>wouldn't</i> believe it! Chat Noir would never turn his back on Paris and harm innocent people! This was her partner, her friend, and fellow hero! There's no way he would have turned evil on his own! It had to be Hawkmoth's doing! Her heart was racing or maybe it was aching...either way it was all she could hear anymore as the sound of her heart beat started to drown out everything around her.

Tikki floated beside her holder's head worry in her eyes as she watched Marinette sit as still as a statue. She too looked at the screen, as she did her antenna perked up before she looking to Marinette again and spoke.

“Marinette! We should go shouldn't we?”

Tikki waited for a response but didn't receive one so she tried again.

“Marinette...we have to go now! Or Paris may really be doomed!”

Once again she was met with more silence form the girl, it was like she was lost in her own mind spiralling out of control. Everything was flooding into her mind all at once; Chat Noir he must have been captured by Hawkmoth! And when he wouldn't give up what knowledge he had on Ladybug he must have been akumatized! And now the villainous Hawkmoth was using him to draw her out! She'd have to face an akumatized Chat Noir! It was like a nightmare coming true!

Tikki floated in front of her face trying to break the trace Marinette was in she placed her tiny single unit hands on Marinette's face forcing their blue eyes meeting each other, Tikki again shouted loudy.

“Marinette please! We <i>HAVE</i> to go!”

Finally, it was like the light had properly returned to her eyes again and Marinette blinked before focusing on Tikki and world around her. Sound returned and so did everything else, she shook her head quickly looking directly at Tikki who'd backed off after the head shake.

“Ti-Tikki?” Marinette rubbed her eyes as they finally focused properly allowing her to readjust to reality. “We...I-” Marinette cleared her throat and quickly stood up out of her chair, striking a heroic pose Marinette was now ready.

“We need to go!” Marinette shouted as she was about to say the transformation words to Tikki, a great booming echo launched all around her making her stumble a little. Marinette looked around in confusion as once again the dooming echo surrounded them again this time was loader then before. She grabbed onto a wall trying to steady herself as she looked around confused.

“Wh-what is that?”

Marinette asked as again the dooming echo drew closer and even more loudly causing everything in her room to shake bit by bit. Spools of thread started to tumble and roll of her sewing desk, papers and pens flew off her study while books and other objects started to fall off the shelves.

With each boom growing louder and more violent then the previous one, it finally hit her what this reminded her of...foot steps. Not just any foot steps these foot steps sounded like they belonged to something...or someone huge. Suddenly they stopped and all was still, her room was still a mess but the echoing booming had stopped.

Quickly she ran towards her rounded window to try and see just what was causing the all the commotion outside but all she was met with was a gigantic icey blue eye. She screamed and jumped back quickly losing her footing again and falling backwards onto her behind. She looked at the window again as the dark blue almond shaped iris focused on her fully. These slightly slited eyes it reminded her of a cat's eyes...Chat Noir's eyes!

“Ch-chat Noir?”

Marinette scooted back a bit form the window as the giant eye narrowed in on her, so cold and focused nothing like the warm gentle green of Chat Noir's eyes, these where the eyes of a hunter that has just found it's prey.

Suddenly the entirety of her room shook violently as the roof to her room was starting to be torn open. White clawed fingers dug into the ceiling and ripped the entirety of the roof away, the open sky above was now replaced with an enormous white gloved hand reaching down towards her. She felt like she was a mouse caught in a trap!

Marinette could barely find her nerve as the enormous fingers slowly wrapped around her body and she was scooped up and into he waiting palm of her captor. Marinette was taken out of her room and held in the hand of what looked like Chat Noir. But he was different...Chat Noir's costume was a black suit and mask with blonde hair and green eyes; this costume this Chat Noir...It was like he was bleached, he was all white form his hair to his suit the only real colour on him was his icey blue eyes, it matched with his cold aura that surrounded him...

Not to mention he was enormous! Large enough that her top of her home only reached the top of his chest, he had to have bent down a bit just to look into her window the way he did. Chat Noir brought the hand holding Marinette closer to his face this made the girl yelp in surprise as she was forced into looking directly into the face of the giant Chat Noir.

At first there was no expression on his face as he glared at the small girl in his hand, it made her so nervous she wasn't sure what was going on in his mind but it couldn't be good. After what seemed like way too long to be looking at anyone his eyes lit up, a wide cheshire like grin grew from ear to ear it was such an unnerving smile it made her skin crawl.

<i>“Found you...”</i>

[throttlegainwell]

I have literally never heard of those silicone stitch holder tube things before (I guess barber cords in some cases?). Like, I breeze in and out of yarn craft circles, but I've been reasonably tuned into the knitting world on and off for a decade, and this is the first I'm hearing about them. I can't tell whether this is something new or whether it was apparently there the whole time and I just totally missed it.

I moved so many stitches. So many times. With love! But still. So many stitches.

They look amazing. There also seem to be spools of the exact same cord available elsewhere (I think for jewlery-making?), so I'll probably go with that.

Choosing to be excited to try them on my next project instead of annoyed that I only heard about them at the end of this one.