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cheonstapes · 7 months

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miguel o'hara stars in... 'NERD!MIGUEL STARTS AN ONLYFANS' (ง ื▿ ื)ว

a/n~ this popped in my head so quick and i thought i was gonna combust if i didn’t start writng then and there٩( ᐛ )و once again all creds to @nymphomatique 💗

part 2

summary; your nerdy almost-boyfriend starts an onlyfans without you knowing.

wc; 1.6k

pairings; nerd!miguel o'hara x rich!fem!reader

cw; SMUT!!, onlyfans, miguel being embarrassed, m!masturbation, panty kink, humiliation kink, sub!miguel pretending to be a dom, miguel being obsessed with reader (//∇//), dom!reader, reader being possessive (as you should), the woman was too stunned to speak, paint me like one of your french girls, nawt proofread - i was half asleep

ok,, nerd! miguel with a secret onlyfans that he hides from you.

because he’s lowkey embarrassed

because he wants you to find it and punish him for sharing what’s yours with others

on top of that, he’s one of the top accounts on the site. i mean it’s not a surprise- he’s still hot as fuck. extremely tall, chiseled body, thick thighs, sexy face, big dick- he’s quite literally perfect, and he knows you know that.

he only started it because of you, anyway. the compliments you whisper in his ears, telling him how beautiful he is, how much you love his body, he never realised how fine he actually is. so one day whilst he was sitting in your dorm, finishing up on of your reports, he decided he would put his body to good use. you were out for the night, and you probably wouldn’t come back until the next morning so he had all the time in the world.

he scrolled through a few pics you took of him on your phone, but something was bugging him. he looked so…submissive in them. yeah, of course he enjoyed being submissive - but only for you. the idea of other people seeing him in a way that’s reserved for you and you only giving him a strange feeling in his chest. miguel was a virgin before he met you though, so being submissive was really all he knew. being dominant felt wrong, but he was willing to give it a try.

feeling a surge of confidence, he stood up from your desk, stripping himself of his shirt, leaving him clad in his loose sweats. he sat on your queen sized bed, scooting himself up to the headboard. he really was a tall motherfucker though, long legs dangling off the edges of your fluffy mattress. he props one leg up, resting his elbow against it as he angles the camera down towards his chest, bulging muscles highlighted by your warm fairy lights.

he takes pic after pic, different angles and positions around your room even using some of your toys as props. but in all of those pictures, he never showed his face - that’s for you, and nothing can change that. instead, he offered his followers a view of his plump lips, pulled into a lazy grin in every photo.

a few months pass and he’s been racking up followers like crazy, all the money he makes - he spends on you, of course, buying you bags, clothes, shoes, anything his pretty mommy desires. you don’t question where he was getting all that money from, miguel also came from a pretty wealthy family - he did still spend as much of his parents money on you as he could.

eventually, he was in the top 3 creators of the site. he started to get a bit more raunchy with his posts, after that, he blew up like crazy. the constant *pings*! from his phone, however, was a means for suspicion. since when was your little loser of a boyfriend, well he’s not your boyfriend yet, but since when was he popular? like, people only know who he is because of you, and still nothing really changed since you claimed him as yours - so what’s with this sudden boost in attention he’s receiving?

he sits across from you, at your desk again, as you glare holes into his back from your plush bed. he’s smiling at his phone, the screen hidden from your view and you can only assume the worst. he’s talking to other bitches. everyone knew you were possessive, but when it comes to miguel? that’s a whole ‘nother situation. you wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of anyone who even thought about fucking around with your miguel. having connections is a real blessing.

your tongue clicks in annoyance, voice cutting through the comfortable silence in the room as you call out to him. “miguel, give me your phone.” you hold a hand out towards him, unmoving as your face remains devoid of emotion - although your twitching eyebrow tells a lot. he looks up at you immediately, pushing his frames back up his face. “w-what d’you need my phone f-for?” it was a valid question in any other circumstance, but this wasn’t any other circumstance. this was your obedient, not so little, miguel questioning you.

your brows raise, an amused scoff leaving your glossy lisp. you raise from the bed, strutting over to him as you snatch his phone from his hand. “the fuck is up with this attitude, hm? i don’t remember teachin’ you to be a little brat.” you sneer down at him, he was pathetic, really. face flushing as he realised his mistake, stumbling over his words and whimpering soft pleas of forgiveness. “shut it.” you don’t spare him another glance, gripping his phone as you sit back on your bed, crossing your legs.

unlocking his phone was easy, his password is your birthday - you could smile at how cutely obsessed with you he is but you where too pissed off at the moment. and of course, his lock screen and wallpaper is a picture of you, the same with his instagram pfp as you scroll through his chats. everything was weirdly innocent. there were only brief dm’s between him and what seemed like old friends and some current friends you didn’t even know he had, even his snapchat was completely barren.

you double, even triple checked his socials - not even a finsta in sight. with a deep sigh, you give up. of course you weren’t going to say out loud that you were overthinking but- oh? that stupid notification sound again. you quickly looked down at his phone again, seeing a notification from twitter. you completely forgot about it - seeing as it’s not even fucking called twitter anymore. (still bitter about this, fuck elon musty)

clicking on it, your eyes widen in surprise. this whole account was a complete 360 from the miguel that grovels at your feet on a daily basis. the most teasingly sexy posts litter his feed - promising all that and more if you just clicked on the link in his bio, and that you did. miguel was watching you nervously the whole time, thinking the worst at your silent reactions. he moves to stand, hoping that just maybe he can get his phone back. “sit the fuck down.” and he sits.

what a fucking slut. your good little boy, in all these different positions, fooling his fans into thinking he’s some strong, sexy, dom. getting off in your bed, calling his fans all the nasty names you call him. the whole situation was just so funny to you. these poor people, they didn’t know how much their favourite daddy dom was in fact a little bitch, for you and you only.

there was a part of you that was happy seeing have so much confidence, as much as you want to keep him all to yourself. it was kinda hot, him trying to act all dominant. you’d be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t make your cunt throb, biting your lips as you scroll deeper, and deeper. one post in particular caught your eyes, though. it was a video, the lighting was darker than the others but his body was just as clear. you put the volume all the way up, snickering at miguel’s frightened gasp behind you.

you can see why this post had so many likes now, cause god was it sexy. miguel laid on your bed, his face not visible, chest on display as he lightly ran his strong hands up and down his body, mumbling deep praises to his fans about how ‘good’ they are for him, how well he could fuck his pretty little sluts, how they probably wish they were there with him. who wouldn’t? his fat cock was drizzled in lube, sticky, hard, and leaking all over his hand. it rested on his stomach, smearing pre all over his happy trail, as he traced a thick finger along the throbbing veins.

his moans where still just like you knew them to be, whiny and breathy, small whimpers leaking through his spit soaked lips. his hand worked himself faster, pumping up and down just like you do, skimming over his tip in the same way you do. after all, you’re the only one who knows how to use him. it feels like he edges himself forever. constantly stopping and starting, gripping onto his cock tightly to stop himself from exploding all over himself.

he pants heavily, growling softly as he pulls something up out of frame, a small black lacy thong. your black lacy thong, the same one you had on right now. he wrapped it around his aching cock, rubbing his tip along the crotch before rapidly fucking himself into the fabric. he doesn’t last long though, the thong smelt like you, he had only taken it a few minutes before he started filming - digging through your dirty laundry like some depraved perv to find the perfect pair.

only after a couple quick pumps did he spill all over the pretty fabric, his mouth hung open, chest shimmering with sweat. he brought the soiled panties to his mouth, sensually licking off his own cum before shooting a teasing smile at the camera - the video ending. you couldn’t even speak, slowly turning around to face him, his head hanging down in shame.

oh, you were gonna make sure he learnt his lesson. his fans too.

to be continued…

- i want his balls jn my mouf

#miguel x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel o’hara x reader #sub miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #cheonstapes #cheonstapes films!🪷

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rendy-a · 2 months

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Omg the courting fics with Malleus and Sebek were really cute! Could you make something like that with the Octatrio?

I had every intention of writing for all 3 members of Octavinelle but the Azul piece ended up being so long that I thought I’d just post that.

You’d been avoiding Azul for days now and you knew that, sooner or later, your luck would run out on that front. Why were you avoiding him? Not even you were sure; you just knew that he was looking for you. In your limited experience with the suave dorm leader of Octavinelle, you’d come to learn that the more Azul wanted to speak with you, the riskier the deal would be. When you turned the corner and saw Azul waiting for you at the top of the stairs, you knew your luck had run out. This hallway was the only way to reach your alchemy class and you were running far too late to wait him out.

You grimaced as Azul gives you a confident smirk, both of you knowing he’d had you trapped. Finally, you sigh, “Five minutes, Ashengrotto. I’ll give you five minutes.” His mask of confidence waivers and you sense the relief behind the façade. “That will be more than enough to start with. Thank you for your consideration, Prefect.” Then he clears his throat nervously before beginning to move. He rolls his hands around each other while alternating leg shakes. You can hear him quietly counting to himself. After a few moments, he is finished and looks at you expectantly.

“Ah?” you let out a questioning sound. He covers his embarrassment with a cough and explains, “It was a dance.” You know your eyes are open wide and you suspect your mouth is hanging open, but you still manage to stammer, “I…I see?” You did not see. After a few more moments of silence, Azul clears his throat again and wishes you a pleasant class before sliding past you and down the staircase. What was that all about?

The next time you encountered Azul, it was coming back from flight class. He seemed as startled as you at the meeting. With the memory of your last meeting still fresh in your mind, you thought you’d try to just quickly excuse yourself. “Ah, I’ll just be passing on your left, ok?” Before you could pass him though he interrupts, “Prefect, if I may, another moment of your time?” You cringe a little, “Oh, s.sure? I guess. What…what’s up?” He visibly braces himself before he starts moving. This time it was mostly arms moving at certain times and angles. It almost felt familiar and after a moment, you had it. “Is this that dance from Magicam?” Cater had shown you a video of the viral dance moves that were sweeping Magicam currently and you were fairly certain this was an interpretation of that.

He finishes by striking a pose that seems perfectly fit for a photo. You clap politely and ask, “Are you practicing for your Magicam account? Going to have the whole lounge staff join you or something.” He frowns slightly, “No Prefect, that was not my intention.” Then he turns his face to the side, and you notice a red creeping up on the tips of his ears, “This is more of a personal performance goal.” You hold up your hand, gesturing toward him, “Well that was pretty good. I think you are on your way to that goal.” He looks very relieved at your reply, “Is..is that so?” Then he gathers his composure and bows his head a little, “Well, I thank you for your notice.” You wait a moment to see if he has more to say, but he continues to just look at you expectantly. Finally, you fidget a little and remind him, “Well, I should be going. Class and all.” You wave and turn to jog away and back to your next class.

It was a hard day of studying when you wandered over to Mostro Lounge to have a small dessert as a reward for your long session. Looking up from your tea and cake, you see Azul across the room speaking to the students staffing the bar. The confident business Azul strikes you in comparison to the awkward Azul you’ve been interacting with these past few days. He gestures with his hands to finish off whatever direction he was giving, and you suddenly decide to approach him and say hello. You slide up behind him and place a hand on his back, “Hey Azul, nice to see you again.” He turns to gaze at you coldly, muttering, “Prefect?” Then his eyes widen and he sputters, “Pre..Prefect! What are you doing here?”

Instead of responding, you decide to give him a moment to gather his thoughts and composure. He quickly does and dons his usual suave persona, “I mean, why how wonderful to have you dine with us this evening, Prefect. You should have told me you were coming, and I’d have been certain to save you a table by the window.” You smile at the quick change in tone, “Oh that is fine, I just came over to see you, Azul.” He flushes a touch along his checks, “M..me?” You lean in and whisper, “Yes, you’ve really tried hard lately to catch my attention, so I thought I’d reward you by giving it to you.”

He looks shocked by your statement for a moment before leaning in to whisper carefully, “You’ve noticed then?” He looks around at the number of interested eyes on your conversation, “Ah, this is not the best place for conversation, Prefect, won’t you follow me to somewhere more suitable for this conversation?” You nod and turn to head to his private office, but he lays a hand on your arm quickly, “No, not in there. I have a better place.” So, you allow yourself to be escorted from the lounge and down into the corridors of Octavinelle. “Sometimes, it’s nice to get away from work,” he comments softly.

You smile gently, thinking about how you’ve just discovered a new side to the serious Azul you know. You’ve been doing that more often lately; you think as you remember the strange dances you’ve seen him attempting. As if thinking a similar thought, Azul asks, “I hope I haven’t been too distracting for you lately, Prefect.” You smile, “I wouldn’t say distracting is the word. It was more like memorable.” He gasps and squeezes your arm a touch tighter, “Is..is that so…” before muttering under his breath, “so it is working after all…” You ponder out loud, “Although you seem to be not quite used to dancing. Is it because you aren’t used to being on land?” Azul halts, causing you to also need to stop. He seems lost in thought as he mulls over your question. You continue to quietly observe him, and he finally notices your gaze, “On second thought, Prefect,” he begins hesitantly, “I think I have something special to show you.”

He pivots on his heel and pulls you toward a different hallway leading deeper into the dorm. You hesitate but seeing his nervous smile, give in and follow along. He takes you past the public lounges and study rooms and toward a corridor that smelt strongly of salt and sea. You figured this must lead to the very edges of the dorm and the water beyond. As if to confirm your thoughts, Azul pulls you into a locker room and shows you where you can change into borrowed swimwear. You wonder for a moment how they can possibly have something that fits you and that just happens to be sitting around but, after pulling the garment on, it conforms to fit perfectly and you realize the answer is, of course, magic.

You pull a towel across your shoulders and head into the adjoining pool room. The near end of the pool was shallow enough to step into, but the far end disappears into the gloom. From the rhythmic way the water moved, it was clear that the pool connected to the sea outside. You hadn’t realized Octavinelle had such an exit into the sea, but you supposed considering the location, it made sense. “There are potions in the cabinet to your left,” comes a voice from the deep end of the pool. You suppose Azul must be above water for you to hear his voice but any bit of him you could glimpse was hidden by the darkness of the deep sea beyond. You pull a familiar potion from the cabinet. It seemed not so long ago you’d used such a potion to visit Atlantica Museum to satisfy the bet you’d made with Azul. “Are you sure its not too late to swim all the way outside? Maybe we could have a nice night just swimming in here,” you say as you swirl the potion around in the flask, looking at it meditatively. “We’ll be fine. There are lights here and there once you get past the dorm. I know a good spot for an evening swim. I am Dorm Leader of Octavinelle, after all.” You supposed that was true, so you uncorked the bottle and swallowed the potion down.

You head hesitantly into the pool and hear a voice when you are below the waves, “This way Prefect, don’t be frightened.” You follow the pool down as the tile floor gives way to cement and then finally just the seafloor. You reach the opening at the far side of the pool and poke your head out cautiously. As promised, there were lights here and there once you exited the dorm. The light they gave off didn’t appear to travel as far as you’d suspect underwater. You look about, unsure of where to go when you hear Azul call again from beyond the nearest light. You swim in that direction and the sound of his voice guides you away from the dorm and to a nearby reef.

You gaze in interest at the colorful corals when you hear Azul’s voice right at your ear, “You should hold onto one. Humans are buoyant and have difficulties staying on the seafloor.” You take his advice and grab hold of a nearby coral to help keep you stead as you float weightlessly on the seafloor. You turn to thank him and are caught speechless at the sight. You’d seen Azul in his merform only once before, during his overblot. Now, without the imminent danger of rampant magical warfare, you had the chance to really take him in. The blackness of his tentacles crept up to his chest and turned to cover his arms. You thought offhandedly he looked like he was dressed in a sleek suit with no shirt beneath it. That wasn’t what was most eye-catching though, in the darkness of the sea, the underside of each tentacle had a bioluminescent glow that highlighted each sucker and edge.

“Stay there and watch,” Azul asked gently. You could only nod mutely as the swaying of his glowing limbs mesmerized you. Then the movement of his tentacles increased until you realized it was no longer motion from the sea but a purposeful cadence from Azul himself. You watched them move in captivated silence until you realized you were seeing another dance from him, a dance from under the sea. You had no idea how long it lasted, you sat holding onto the coral and gazing at his display in quiet awe until finally you realized the gentle swaying of his luminous limbs was merely the motion of the waves once again. You look up and meet his curious eyes, “Do you approve?” he asks simply.

You tilt your head and smile up at him, “What was that? It was so beautiful. I’ve never seen such a thing.” He reaches out a hand before lowering it slowly. Then, with a few flicks of his tentacles, he manages to settle himself on the seafloor next to you. “It was a dance, an octomer dance.” You carefully reach out and set one tentative finger on the nearest tentacle, feeling the strange texture of it under your digit, “I wouldn’t have taken you for such a good dancer. Not after those attempts on land.” He laughs shallowly in a self-mocking way, “Grandmother insisted I learn the traditional dances. ‘Don’t underestimate the importance of body language,’ she always said.” Your smile turns a bit coy as you reply, “Well, I’m not sure what your body was trying to say there but I was definitely listening.” He turns a hopeful look to you, “Does that mean you’d like to stay a bit longer and chat?” Finally, you felt like Azul had made you a deal that captured your full attention.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto

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zorosleftmantit101 · 5 months

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NSFW 18+ "Nudes? 🤲"

How straw hats would react to you asking for nudes and what type of photo they send?

NOTICE: I do not condone sending nudes nor do I encourage it! Especially if it is to somebody you don't know or if you are not of age. Remember your voice matters and if anyone reading this ever experiences something like this don't be afraid to speak up and speak out. Whether it's a stranger a friend or a relationship you should never be made to feel like you must show your body if it makes you uncomfortable.

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Franky, Brook

A/N: willy wanka

C/W: NSFW - 18 plus, Minors do what you want idgaf‼️, im not accountable for your mentality and im not yo mum. Swearing, Nudes, brook gets his on warning cause his puns sky rocket death rates.

Luffy:

"What is that?, you want photos of my skin or some shit cause if you do I have a pretty gnarly staph infection on my elbow"

- Makes Law explain it to him

Relieases what you're talking about now,

Knows what a nude is he just didn't know they were called "nudes"

"Ohhhh you wanna see my cock"

The way he says it so nonchalantly always sends blood rushing to your cheeks

Luffy sends the most fucking android quality photos of his dick from above that you wouldn't be surprised if he had taken the photo with his fucking microwave.

- sends a silly selfie going like this

(✌️😝)straight after cause, he's a fuck ass

Zoro:

"Why"

...

"Cause 💔"

...

"Fair point"

Zoro doesn't in any way dislike nudes, especially when they're from you all dolled up in the lingerie he bought you making him have to excuse himself to go sort out his fat fucking boner.

The only reason he is reluctant is because he's fucking lazy as all shit, he wants to get a good pic for you, one that he knows you'll touch yourself to until he gets home, but it's just such a long process. He'll never deny your request of course but only 3/10 of the time do they have effort. Lazy ones often include top-angle photos of him holding his erection in his veiny arms, but the ones with effort... he's got his sweat pants pulled down just enough that he can fist his cock while holding his t-shirt up between his teeth.

Sanji:

Cums in his pants as soon as you ask‼️

No matter where he is or what he is doing he'll excuse himself to take the perfect photos and sends you a wide range of photos from every possible fucking angle. Has so many photos in his camera roll that photos make one of those little memory slide shows with the fucking stock happy music in the background.

Usopp:

"OK LOVE, ILL DEFINITELY GET TO THAT RIGHT NOW, YES RIGHT NOW TAKING A PHOTO OF MYSELF, FOR YOU, BECAUSE IM YOUR LOVE!"

"Babe it's ok you don't have to I can wait till you get home 😊"

"NO NO NO I WANT TO I JUST GOTTA FIGURE OUT HOW"

he's nervous alright he wants to take the best picture for you but he also doesn't know what you want you to see,

Sends a picture from the side his erection standing tall with his slender fingers rubbing at the tip.

"Oh shit babe thats hot"

*Usopp has invited you to play beer pong!*

Franky:

"Oh hell yeah you wanna see my nuts and bolts"

-you blocked Franky 💕

Brook:

"My love as much as I would love to I'm better off sending you an x-ray. I guess you could say it's a little bare-boned down their YOHOHOHOH"

-Brook also gets blocked 💕

This just progressively turned into a shit post.

#zorosleftmantit #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece funny #headcanon #one piece x you #crack post #monkey d luffy #shitpost #x reader #zoro x reader #zoro smut #luffy smut #sanji smut #usopp smut #one piece crack #luffy x reader #one piece shitpost

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cremsie · 18 days

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hi! omg your sketches look soooo good and crisp 😭

if it's ok to ask, do you scan them? or use some editing after?

Let me show you!

Start out with just a picture in as clear and even lighting as you can! Try to make sure you don’t angle it so it’s bigger on the top or bottom by holding your phone flat. (Try to avoid having your shadow over the drawing at all, neutral lighting helps and no big direct lights behind you when you take the photo)

Then let’s change the filter (this is for iPhone but let’s assume you can edit the photo in another app too)

Vivid is my go to

Then next I focus on these three filters especially

A bit of contrast and maybe some exposure to brighten up the image works as well!

Then finally boom!

Something a bit brighter and funkier to edit into any final piece

You can of course edit the filters more to your liking if you want to keep the original colors and whatnot but I myself love some bright pop!

The same works for plain sketches too and I find really makes them stand out and super crisp.

#art #my art #creme answers

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whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan · 1 year

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✌🏻 That was so hot… but don’t you dare do that again… ✌🏻

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut

✎ Summary: Channie’s Room is live, but you’re bored in the bedroom. Good thing he’s already looking at his phone.

✎ CW: Established relationship, sexting, nudes, vibrator use, swearing, teensy bit of dirty talk, unprotected sex

✎ Word count: 1,373

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“Everybody put your hands up, Stray Kids sing it loud loud loud…”

As usual, Fam plays at the beginning of Channie’s Room. The webcam is pointed at an empty chair, and he appears as the song comes to an end.

“안녕하세요!” Chan sings, greeting the fans watching his stream. “Helllloooooo!”

The chat is full of the usual comments and questions:

ur so hot!

what are you working on? excited for the next album 💕

marry me!

when are you coming to Brazil?

But then there’s yours:

check your texts, babe 🎡☄️🛋️🎒

It’s the odd combination of emojis you agreed to use if you wanted him to know that one anonymous fan was actually you.

He’s reading through the comments, humming between replies. The chat moves so quickly, you’re prepared to send your comment multiple times before finally catching his eye. But then his finger stops scrolling and thumbs at the bottom of the screen to close the app. Bingo.

The “delivered” under your photo changes to “read,” and you can see his expression change ever so slightly. He clears his throat and tries to keep his cool, but blood rushes to his head, spreading from his ears to his cheeks to his throat. Practically every inch of visible skin is now a deep pink.

“Uh, Stay are being so nice today, you’re making me blush,” he says kind of convincingly. But you know better.

While he set up for the stream, you freshened up and donned your new lingerie. You considered being sweet and waiting until he came back to the bedroom to surprise him, but honestly, this is way more fun.

You took a bunch of selfies: one angled down, one angled up, one straight on your tits, another right on your ass. Lots of options, but you decided on the full body shot from above — your lower lip pinched between teeth at the top of the screen, fingers pulling at the bra strap in the middle, and your long, smooth legs crossed in front of the tiniest pair of underwear at the bottom.

He’s having trouble focusing on the chat now, and who could blame him? You look amazing, and there’s just a wall and some wiring between your bodies right now. Two dozen steps, and he could be on top of you, inside of you.

Chan readjusts his body in the chair, undoubtedly making more room in his jeans for his stiffening cock. He fidgets uncomfortably and tries his best to maintain some semblance of normalcy.

Whoosh

Off goes the second image — this one focused on your chest. But the straps are pulled down and one hard nipple sits just above the edge of the bra’s cup, pinched between two fingers.

This photo goes unseen for a little longer than the first, and you’ll let him open it in his own time. He’s seemingly back in his groove on camera, reading fan-suggested pickup lines and discussing whether a tomato is actually a vegetable or a fruit. You know he won’t be able to resist forever, though.

And of course, you’re right — you know him too well. A shaky inhale from virtual Chan encourages you to check your phone, and, yep, he saw the second one. The blush is back and this time, it’s accompanied by a tiny smirk and narrowed eyes. He cheekily stares at his phone’s screen for just a second too long, prompting commenters to ask if something’s wrong.

“Oh, naur, all good here!” he reassures. “I’m gonna play some songs for you guys and I’m just picking the first one!”

Ok, liar. Fib your way through this one.

Whoosh

Photo number 3 is simple, but speaks volumes. A long, thick vibrator sits atop your bare thigh. It’s a new toy, and he’ll know that. He’ll also know you’ll use it if he takes too long, and the thought of him sitting there listening to music on a livestream while his girlfriend fucks herself in the next room over will drive him crazy.

🎒🎡 wow i’m so bored……. ☄️🛋️

Another comment to push him to check his texts. You may get some less-than-nice replies from Stay for this one, but that’s fine. This is for him, not them.

…but there’s no reaction. You’re not sure if he didn’t see it or is simply ignoring it, but he’s vibing to Le Sserafim’s Antifragile like he isn’t thinking about your tits. Too bad you don’t give up that easily.

💕 you look so good today, 🛋️🎒 차니 🎡☄️

Still nothing. Fine, you’ll just start without him.

Your slender fingers pull the lacy underwear to the side to check how wet you are. Teasing your boyfriend like this always revs you up, so you’re not shocked to discover that two fingers slide in with more than enough room to spare. Time for photo number 4.

This one crosses the line from suggestive to straight-up filthy. Half of the vibrator is visibly slick from your arousal, and the other half is buried deep inside your cunt.

Whoosh

You were so distracted with your little photoshoot that you didn’t notice he replied two minutes ago.

you’re so bad

The last photo shows up as “read” almost immediately, and you glance at your laptop to see his reaction. He’s slumped into the corner of the chair, nervously giggling at his phone. So much for keeping his cool.

He’s stopped paying attention to the chat almost entirely, but you don’t even know if he’s noticed. You tend to have that effect on him. One more text while you know he’s still looking.

get your ass in here 🫦

He bites his lip just a little too seductively for YouTube, then he’s saying his goodbyes with unmistakable urgency.

“Bye Stay!!! Big hug? Big hug!” he coos, leaning in and closing his arms around the camera.

Even the hug is shorter than usual.

“See you next time, byyeee,” he chirps, throwing up that signature peace sign with a wink before disappearing from view.

Seconds later, he’s at the door with the same eagerness you saw on screen. But this time, you can also see the outline of his huge, hard cock in his jeans, complete with a small wet spot of pre-cum where the tip pushes against the denim.

“Hey, handsome,” you hum. “Need something?”

“You know what I need, you fucking tease.”

He’s on top of you before you can blink, groping at your tits and sucking at your neck.

“That stupid thing is nothing compared to me, and you know that,” he says, pushing the shiny new sex toy off the bed.

He unzips his pants and unsheathes his cock, giving it a few solid pumps before sliding those panties he saw earlier to the side and driving himself inside you.

“Oh fuck,” Chan breathes. “God, fu-”

Your lips engulf his, ending his moaning and mumbling. His mouth is citrusy, and it’s making your tongue tingle.

There’s really no rhyme or reason for any movement or grasp. You’re going at each other just like you did when you were nothing more than horny teenagers exploring something — and someone — new. Fingers and nails drag on skin and rake through hair, and you’re not sure how much longer you can last.

“Channie, I’m gonna…” you moan, breaking the sloppy kiss. “Are you…”

“Yeah, baby,” he pants. “Come.”

Manicured nails dig into his shoulder blades and you finish with force, crying out his name over and over. God, you hope he actually ended the livestream.

Then he’s coming too, emptying his balls deep inside you. His thrusts weaken, but the small movements are still enough to push some liquid down your legs and onto the comforter. Something to worry about later.

He collapses on top of you, lacking the strength and will to even pull out. His deep breaths tickle your neck, and you’re still seeing stars on the ceiling. Warm, wet fingers caress your damp collarbones, then he speaks.

“Baby, that was so hot… but don’t you dare do that again. I will fucking block you.”

“Agreed, and deal. I’ll only do it when you’re live on TikTok.”

He can’t tell if you’re serious, and if he’s bothered by the idea, he doesn’t show it. As he said, it was hot. And he was 100% right.

#My only thoughts during his lives #bang chan imagines #bang chan oneshot #bang chan scenarios #bangchan x you #stray kids imagines #stray kids x you #bang chan x reader #bangchan x reader #bang chan hard thoughts #bang chan smut #bangchan hard hours #chan smut #chan imagines #channies room #stray kids smut #skz scenarios #skz smut #channie smut

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tired-biscuit · 2 years

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Warnings: 18+ mdni. established relationship. fem!reader. aged up kat. anal.

a/n: i finally gave in and wrote this filth, ok. it's been on my mind for a while, please forgive me lol.

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THE moan Katsuki lets out is guttural.

He’s sweating like crazy on top of the navy blue sheets as he pants, the lust-driven look in his eyes purely male. Releasing a small sigh, the freshly-turned twenty-six-year-old smirks at the feverish warmth to surround him by the time his heavy cock sinks fully inside you.

Being balls deep inside your tight ass is pure bliss. All lubed up and twitching in delight to really relish the lewd birthday gift you give him every 365 days, and which he's so very impatient to receive, Katsuki doesn't mind at all that he's one year closer to thirty as he chuckles and shoves himself even deeper carefully.

The short "Hah... Fuck yeah, baby." is purely derisive by the time his entire length experiences the pleasant tightness of the tiny hole you don't allow him to fuck all that often. You're all stretched out as you accept him. He's so lucky.

You squeak when he pushes further inside you slowly; sweat-coated body trembling in the firm reverse cowgirl position he holds you in. Your legs are squeezed together and bent at the knees. He's pushing them further against your chest with the help of his rough hands resting on the back of your thighs, just so that he can actually impale you on his fucking cock. You feel like you're going to explode from how badly he wants in, in, in.

He's relentless.

"Ki," you whisper, brow furrowing at the pang of hot ache to sear through you when he angles himself better and pushes even further. "Easy, baby. I-I know you're excited, but... We gotta take it sl-... Oh, my fucking god, s-slow...! Go slow, baby. Please."

"Mhmmm, goin' slow and easy, pretty... Anythin' y'want," he replies dazedly. His words have nearly become an incoherent slur and twist of tongue from how good you're making him feel, but all the bitter liquor he's drank at the small get-together you've surprised him with - and which he pretended he hated - might be one to blame as well.

After all, the vanilla cake you got him for his 26th birthday was sickeningly cute on purpose; entirely covered in rich buttercream icing and drizzled with colourful sprinkles, which he swears gave him a headache whenever he looked at them for too long.

You've even went as far as to make him blow out the candles that had been propped up in the middle of the giant scribble of icing, spelling out a dramatic: ‘Happy birthday, Katsuki!’ in bright red colouring.

All of it is clearly a symbol of your loving, albeit taunting relationship - he knows it is. You buy the stupid cake for him just to be a menace every year, but he still ate every last bite of the giant piece you handed him at his super secret surprise party - the one that isn't even that much of a surprise, after the third annual time it's happened - even though the bridge of his nose wrinkled in annoyance during the entirety of him chewing the silly thing.

The presents he received from his friends were okay. The texts that kept making his cell phone beep were annoying. The long phone call he had to endure from his mother and father so that they could congratulate their son on turning one year older in his outrageously busy life was outright pesky. Truth be told, Katsuki felt low-key thankful by the time his birthday at long last came to an end and he was able to drop his tired body into bed.

But he feels good now - getting to do anal with you. So good, in fact, that he'd even consider enduring all of the birthday antics you tend to pull on him as some twisted form of a sick joke. Actually, he'd let you watch him suffer in his little party hat, and would let you take photos of him blowing out the shitty candles, if it meant that he would be spoiled rotten like this at least once every few days, every week, every month, every year; not just on April goddamn 20th.

He's just that greedy. That horny for that tight peach of yours.

"Ah, fuck... Ki!" You whine now; this desperate, prolonged sort of sob that yanks him right out of his thoughts as you say, "You feel s'big inside me... So, so big."

"It's 'cause you feel so damn good, babe," he compliments in reply, the tone of his voice so utterly strained. "You've got me s'hard that it makes my fuckin' dick hurt." It's true. He's ready to bust a nut so embarrassingly quick from how good it feels. It's a lucky thing that he's as stubborn as he is to resist it.

There's a wildfire in your eyes that he knows is there, despite that he can't see it when you grit out, "Well, your dick hurts me!" It hurts me so good.

"Yeah?" he says, unable to wipe the crooked, lazy grin from his face now. His hands grab a better hold of your thighs, calloused fingers digging deep into the plush flesh so that he can keep you still when you start to squirm. "Well, it ain't my fault you've got such a fuckable ass, huh? I wish I could see how pretty you look like this... With my dick up that tight hole of yours."

You're about to bite back a snarky remark, though nothing comes out except for a slutty moan the moment his thick fingers find your clit. A waterfall of filthy curses he rarely hears you voice leaves your pouty lips and sticks to ceiling of your shared bedroom at the divine friction he gives you now. It seems that he isn't the only one that gets to be spoiled this year.

He starts to rub lazy circles on the cute, sensitive button - all languid and precise, until the hole that's empty of him starts to flutter in response, and you begin to beg him to start pounding into you so that you can be filled up to the brim with his warm seed as soon as possible. The anticipation makes your legs literally shake. You're barely able to keep it together - and this fast, too.

Katsuki listens to your high-pitched pleas that grow both in fervour and necessity as more and more time passes. He's mindful as his hips begin to rut into you, keenly listening to the lewd squelching noises the lube produces with that heavy pat, pat, pat, and your heavy breathing when he gets an even better angle and strikes home. The clench you give him in response is so potent that he's about ready to lose his fucking mind.

The entire room smells like caramel from how much he's sweating. Salt is literally dribbling down both of his temples, but he still keeps going. He just can't stop. Not when you're about to cum from having his big, fat cock inside your ass.

"Gonna-... Gonna cum soon! Fuck, fuck, fuck - I-I'm so close, Kat."

"Yeah? I gotcha, baby... I gotcha. Imma take care of you. Gonna make you cum, promise."

Your curves jiggle against his abdomen as you take his dick like a fucking champ and keep on bouncing; nearly squealing in a pitch so high it makes his ears hurt when he pinches your puffy clit and turns you so overstimulated that you're nearly ready to squirt and gush all over him. As you squeeze your eyes shut and tip over the edge only minutes later, plunging into an orgasm of a different kind, that you only dare to experience once a year as a treat for your brute of a boyfriend.

He follows not a moment after you've floated up into the heavens and turned brain-dead. Everything feels fuzzy inside your mind as he fills you up with his cum and lets out another broken moan and a grunt of an especially nasty curse, but the warm ropes of white are pleasant as they coat your walls. You can tell he's been barely withholding his own climax; the entirety of his body feels so stiff and hot underneath you. Even his jaw is clenched so tightly that it clicks when he snaps it shut. It's just a different kind of experience, after all. Everything is more intense, hence why his eyes are rolling back and his head is sent tipping into the mattress.

"Maybe-... Fuck, oh my..." You suck in a sharp breath to recollect your buzzing thoughts as the words fade away into silence and you stick to his heaving chest until you're practically glued together. He's cummed so much that his cum leaks out of you even if he's still inside you, dick slowly going soft and tender. The milky release is drooling right down to his balls by the time you finally manage to finish your sentence, "Maybe we should take a picture next year, mm? Since you wanna see me so bad."

"I'd like that," he whispers quietly, pulling you closer and kissing your naked shoulder gently. "I'd like that a whole fuckin' lot, baby."

It's true. Katsuki may not like being the birthday boy and the attention it brings, but it’s different when he gets to spend it with you. The presents you give him on his birthday are always the best, after all.

To say that he can barely wait for the one he'll get for his 27th would be an understatement.

#katsuki bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #mha smut

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insilanar · 5 months

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Ok so thing is this: His helmet sais "Grazie Ferrari" ALL OVER!

As you can see in the top 2 photos (sorry for the bad quality) both show the same side of the helmet. There's one 'grazie ferrari' at the front and one in the back.

In the 3rd photo there's 'grazie ferrari' on top and one on both sides down below. Also it looks like he wrote a whole story on top in green and red. I'm not sure if those are acutally words or just some design elements though.

Then on the last photo we now see the other side of the helmet in a different angle, but it is clearly exactly the same as the 1st photo. 'grazie ferarri' in the front and back.

So I will conclude this little analysis with saying that it really must be a goodbye helmet and NOT just a thank you for giving me a great new contract or year helmet.

Let's not give up hope and just wait and see. ❤✨

#charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #ferrari #abu dhabi gp 2023 #formula 1 #f1 #lestappen gate 2023

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minhosimthings · 5 months

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Hi!! What do you think of Chan x athlete y/n, and when she's done w her competition/performance he fucks her w "You did so so good. Daddy's proud of you"- kind of thing.

Yes I'm delusional as fuck. I also love Love LOVE your writing

A/N: ok this was legit so hot to write I love your brain anon 🥰 I made it kinda so that Chan is teasing reader in the beginning because why not? And OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH DARLING MMWAH 😗

Prizes for Pride

Warnings: smut MINORS DNI, fingering, swearing, use of Daddy, chan calls reader 'good girl', fem!reader, dom!chan

The way Chan's face lit up after seeing you scream out in joy and collapse on your knees in a mixture of emotions of exhaustion and idyll, you'd have thought he had won the award himself.

Watching you go up to the stands to collect a prize you had been training for, for such a long time, he felt like a proud mother duckling. But as his eyes laid on your sweat soaked shirt, hugging your figure so tightly perfectly framing all the places he loved to leave his marks, he couldn't control the bulge growing in his trousers.

"Channie!" You ran up to him in glee after all the impromptu photo sessions were completed. You threw your arms around his neck as he twirled you around in his arms, lifting you up with ease. "My little athlete." He cooed at you, ruffling your hair and giving you a quick peck on the top of your head, "Your real prize will be waiting at home darling." You had probably never changed into new clothes faster than that, after hearing Chan's words whisper hot breath onto your ear.

It seems Chan can’t contain himself any longer as he approaches you, fingers sidling up beneath the hem of the shirt. His lips are on you in an instant, pressing gently against that irresistible patch of exposed skin on your shoulder. A sigh falls from your lips and you melt into his touch. you close your eyes. His calloused palms knead over the flesh of your hips, earning a soft groan from you.

He smirks against your skin. “So quiet baby? This is your reward darling.” his breath fans along your neck as he kisses up towards your ear. Goosebumps rise on your skin, a shiver threatening to snake down your spine.

"C-Channie-" you moan. There’s a knowing second of quiet You’re flustered, trying to deflect his teasing words. the butterflies fluttering in your stomach have long since morphed into flames, burning like your skin as you wait for his next move.

Chan's jaw brushed against yours as you kissed him. Your head was tipped back against the pillow, Chan laying by your side, propped up on one elbow, his head angled down towards yours. The arm that wasn’t supporting his weight was skillfully placed so that two of his fingers were easily buried inside of you.

“That good that you can’t kiss me back, huh?” he whispered. Your eyes were screwed shut in pleasure but you could feel his lips smirking against yours.

His thumb bumped against your clit, rubbing small circles onto the sensitive nub. You moaned into his mouth, lips parting slightly, just enough for Chan to slip his tongue inside. You tried desperately to kiss him back but every time you would, his fingers would expertly move and you'd be back to square one. Lips parted, grazing against Chan's, struggling to kiss back.

His grasp tightens at the gasp of his name. He chuckles quietly, snaking a hand up over your stomach. the rough pad of his hand finds your breast, kneading it in his palm whilst his other hand holds you firm against him. He’s hardening behind you, bulge pressed against your scantily clad frame. His gaze is still trained on you in the mirror, dragging over the lush sight of your flushed face, your lips parted in small pants, the dark look in your eyes. He loves watching you fall apart at his smallest ministrations. more than half of his pleasure comes just from working you up like this, pushing you to the brink without even trying.

“daddy please,” you manage, voice constricted as you writhe against him. the ache between your legs is incessant, throbbing as you watch his expression above you.

"Please what my darling?" Chan chuckles into your neck, his tip teasing your labia. "Chan- need- your cock." You throat out. The room feels like it's spinning at a fast rate as Chan chuckles again. His cologne is like poison to you, wrapping you in tight corridors of pleasure and pain.

“there’s my good girl,” he says approvingly, the praise in his voice like music to your ears. You cry out, voice cracking as he applies pressure to the bundle of nerves with expertise. He knows your body like the back of his hand, knows exactly what drives you crazy. The pad of his finger dips further down, swirling through the mess of juices shining on your lips.

Mewling moans tear from your lips as he works you towards the edge. his lips are attached to your neck, abusing your skin to the point of saccharine tenderness. Wine red marks bloom over your skin. His hand falls away from your breast to toy with the hem of the shirt, lifting it up in the front just enough so that he can watch himself pleasuring you.

“You're daddy's good girl aren't you?” he prompts, moving closer as he palms his bulge through his boxers, then drags the waistband down just enough to let his length spring free. you hum at the sight, licking your lips as he swipes a thumb over the angry red tip, spreading a bead of precum over it. he spits into his hand, pumping the moisture over his cock before positioning himself above you. two of his fingers push the fabric of your panties out of the way, and he drags the cockhead through your folds, coating it in your arousal.

"Need you daddy please." You mewl, mind going numb for his touch. "Daddy knows baby." He smiles at you, "Been wanting to stretch you out since I saw you there on the stands. My good little girl, coming out on top like she always does."

You cry out, the feeling of him pushing into you driving you mad. It’s been ages since you last had him inside of you, and there’s a sliver of pain as he bottoms out inside of your dripping cunt. Waves of pleasure accompany the sting of the stretch, and your eyes flutter as he rocks slowly into you. He’s watching the way his cock splits you open, low grunts coming from deep in his chest. He shifts, one hand pressing on your lower stomach, thumb swirling over your clit. you cry out, head falling back onto the pillows. The other hand lifts one of your legs, pushing it towards your chest.

“Daddy's so proud of you baby,” he grunts, brows pulled together as he snaps his hips into yours with particular force. "So fucking proud.” He’s eyeing your swollen cunt, his thumb massaging a steady pattern into the bundle of nerves. You clench around him involuntarily, your insides so swollen and tender that you imagine you can feel the ridges of his veins pulsing against your walls.

“Daddy, i’m close,” you sob, your voice shaking. You feel his hips snap against yours, skin slapping in the quiet night as he drills you into the mattress. The room smells of him, like cologne and something woody, and it drives you even closer to the edge. He’s taking over your senses; the sight of him hovering over you, muscles in his abdomen clenching and rippling as he fucks into you is enough to make you scream on its own.

He’s not far behind, hips meeting yours with a force that is almost painful, though you’re far too distracted by the fireworks blooming behind your eyelids. You feel him spill into you, hot seed pouring into your soaked cunt and making your thighs shake. His groans are hoarse, a couple grunted curses and growls of your name joining your chorus of moans in the room. He sits up once you’ve both ridden out your high, heads swimming as he watches his cum spill from between your legs when he pulls out.

Chan cleans you up, fingers that were once moving like a maniac's inside your cunt, now delicately touching your legs with warm towels. He holds you tightly in his arms, warmth beaming from him to your body.

"I'm proud of you darling so proud." He presses kisses to your forehead and all over your face, "You'll get a proper celebration tomorrow don't worry." He smirks into your neck, "This was just the beginning."

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trashpandacraft · 7 months

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ok, @craftychahuhu, this one's for you! but also for anyone else who might find it interesting. so we were talking about drafting fibre, and how to tell if it's hard to draft, and what it looks like when it's drafting well, and i was like, well, i have fibre and a camera, i can make this everyone's problem!

so: some fibre.

from the top left and going clockwise (ish):, the blue and yellow is rambouillet, the green is lonk, the dark blue is polwarth, the circle sort of in the middle is a merino/bond cross, the sausage is a rolag that i ended up not using in this but i'll talk about a little anyhow, and the dense white guy at the bottom left is corriedale.

let's talk about these fibres! i picked them for a couple reasons, but if i'm honest, the most pressing ones were that i had easy access to them and with the exception of the lonk, they're all fibres that i'd more or less group together into the 'very fine' category. no, they're not all identical, but for our purposes here, they're close enough. the lonk is a much coarser fibre, and it's here mostly to serve as a counterpoint to the rest—beginners are often pointed towards coarser fibres, and the lonk will make clear why that's the case!

(sidebar: if you have ideas about what i should do with the lonk, please feel free; i think i have about 300g and no specific plans.)

onward! let's talk about each of these individually.

blue and yellow rambouillet: this is commercial top that i dyed. i like rambouillet! it looks pretty ok! this fibre sucks.

green lonk: again, commercial top that i dyed. looks good. is actually good.

blue polwarth: wow, again, commercial top that i dyed. shocker. i love this and it's also actually good.

merino/bond circle: this is top that i processed from raw fleece and hand combed probably five minutes before i took this photo. again, it's good.

rolag: most people on tumblr are making rolags with blending boards and/or drum carders, and those are a very different beast to ones made on hand cards! handcarded ones are fluffy little sausages. i was going to show you this drafted out like i do the others, but honestly, rolags don't really draft like that. if there's a part two of this, i'll spin one to show the difference.

corrie: back to commercially processed top. it's also good.

because i wanted to show the difference between good fibre and bad fibre, i'm not actually spinning these, though i can do that if someone wants. instead, i'm predrafting them so that you can see how good fibre vs bad fibre looks.

i have to stress that this is a little subjective, but...uh, but it's my blog and i can talk about my opinions if i want.

more seriously, i've been spinning for over twenty years, and dyeing for probably ten of them, and i have a pretty good idea of what's reasonable to expect from fibre. that said, two things. first, i rarely predraft things, so what i'm doing in these videos isn't really part of my usual workflow. second, because of the limitations of my little tripod stand and the need for my hands to be in frame, i'm doing this in a very weird direction, so it's a little jerkier and less even than it would be under normal circumstances. i think it still conveys the point, though.

spare yourself the headphones—none of these videos have sound, because my neighbours who i hate are still doing fucking construction and the soundtrack to these is just like. clunking and whirring.

let's start with the corrie, which is pretty easy to find.

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it takes me a minute to get started, but once i do, see how it pulls apart mostly smoothly? (the lack of smoothness in this and several of the other videos is the weird angle that i was talking about earlier.)

look at my wrists and hands. i have ehlers-danlos syndrome, so i'm more likely to use the middle joint of my thumb to pull, but other than potentially the weird thumb position, things are pretty loose. i'm not jerking on the top, my back hand is pretty loose, and all up, things move pretty smoothly.

this is what top should do. if you're having to really yank on it, if you have to dig your fingers into it, etc, it's not great top. it might still be usable, but you definitely shouldn't be using it as a starter fibre.

ok, so let's look at the polwarth, which for the purposes of this post we'll say is indie dyed. close enough.

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as before, the weird angle isn't doing us any favours, but all things considered, this drafts out pretty easily. dyed fibre is almost always at least a little harder to draft than undyed is, but it shouldn't be that much harder.

again, you can look at my hands and fingers. the hand holding most of the fibre is still fairly loose—the thumb on that hand is doing most of the actual holding. it's more work than the undyed commercial stuff, but it's not difficult by any stretch of the imagination.

i also want to point out that i'm not a professional dyer! i'm just some guy who sometimes dyes things in their kitchen. if you're buying from indie dyers, it shouldn't be much harder to draft out than this is. (if you're buying from commercial places—ashford's dyed top, for example—it should draft more or less like the commercial corrie did.)

ok so next up, let's look at the handcombed top.

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this drafts out so easy! handcombed top isn't as dense or as tightly packed as commercial top, plus all the fibres are going in the same direction, so it drafts out really smoothly.

last two. i think it's time to look at...the bad fibre.

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fuckin yikes, hey. the weird thing about this one is that it basically looks ok—right until you get your hands on it. look how tight the hand holding the braid is. look how i'm trying so hard to get a grip on the part that i'm pulling out that my whole thumb flattens out, hoping to get more weight on it. look how my knuckles and my fingernails turn white!

the fibre doesn't want to move, and when it does, it's usually in a big clump that moves very fast, then immediately stops moving again.

fibre shouldn't be like this. this fibre is super compacted, and also a little bit felted. imo, if you buy from a dyer and get fibre like this—not just for the first few centimetres, but all the way through—you shouldn't buy from them again. this fibre is not being buddies.

but can you make it work? i wouldn't recommend it when you're learning to spin, but yeah, you probably can. i've used about half of this braid on various junk projects.

to make this more usable, you can split the braid in two (or more) pieces, unfold it as much as possible, and fluff it out. i've wondered if this would be a good application for steaming roving, but this is the only really compacted piece i have, so i haven't tried it.

it's still probably not going to be a joy to spin, but it can be usable, if you really want it to be. if you have the interest and tools, you might have better luck reprocessing it—i've used some of that braid practicing making rolags, for example, and it's been solidly fine for that, since i'm pulling it all apart anyhow.

if you're learning, though, and your fibre's behaving like this, please put that fibre down and try something else.

finally, let's look at the lonk!

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again, nice loose grip, and despite being dyed, those fibres are totally happy to pull out pretty evenly. it drafts smoothly, and it requires very little effort on my part to do so. which is, i think, the big advantage to using coarser wools as a beginner, even if you don't love the texture of them. it's a lot easier to learn the movements on something that's not actively fighting you, and once you've got the movements down, it's a lot easier to do them on something that resists a little bit more.

i'm not saying you can't (or shouldn't) learn on the ultrafine merino of your heart or whatever, but if you're new to spinning and you're finding it a struggle, it's maybe worth trying some coarser fibres and seeing if that helps.

anyhow, hopefully that's an ok overview of how to tell if your fibre is actually doing what it's meant to do or not. if you think it'd help you to have a video of any of this being drafted while spinning, let me know—it turns out it's pretty easy to throw my phone in the little tripod thing and then clip out the bits that are useful.

#spinning #handspinning #hand spinning #fibre prep #fiber prep #anyhow #i hope this was helpful but lemme know if i was unclear!#smartest raccoon i know

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khoipyan · 2 years

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how many photos would he have of you? (REMASTERED)

how many photos would octavinelle have of their s/o?

warnings; none, also this isn’t meant to be seen in a creepy way! it’s actually meant to be romantic and cute! reader is also implied shorter than floyd in his part, but there's no actual description of HOW MUCH shorter you are in height.

notes; you can tell how much i love writing for these fish men omg. also this is a rewritten and reuploaded fic that i previously wrote on my deactivated acc! same general idea, but i want to put it back up for people who want to read something similar again.

notes2; *cutely searches up synonyms for photos..* anyways this won’t be worded the EXACT same as my precious one, but the general idea will! thanks for the support btw, 3 days and already 26 followers?! 😭 ily guys /p

notes3; i feel like this one was longer than the original one bc i added some stuff... but it's all generally the same idea ok have fun reading

azul ashengrotto

okay. unfortunately, he’s not going to put photos of you publicly like in the vip room in mostro lounge.

he’s not embarrassed of you! he just doesn’t find the need to display you everywhere (as much as he wants to).

however, he’ll definitely have a small photo or two of you in his wallet. one of the photos is just you, and the other one would be a photo of him AND you.

(my definition: he gets to carry you around like a pocket chibi in his wallet /j)

can't really see the guy having pics of you plastered all over his walls, if somebody walked in and saw that he would absolutely DIE (which is why he can't do that).

but on his nightstand beside his bed, he'll have a small framed photo of you. azul always wishes you a goodnight everytime he heads to bed, wishing that both you and him have the sweetest of dreams.

he may or may not give you a goodnight kiss... but you didn't get this info from me.

jade leech

i can't really see him as the type of guy who takes many photos. he's more of the, "spend time together for memories" instead of "take photos for memories" type.

however, if you want him to take more portraits of you, he won't exactly be opposed. after all, he does enjoy making you happy (as well as having memories that he can actually look back at)

jade probably does have a photo of you in his wallet, but the problem is that it's probably hidden behind several cards and receipts, so he'd likely never get the chance to even see the photo while opening his wallet.

but what he DOES have a framed photo of you on the wall. it's not tremendously large, but it's average sized. of course, framed with silver and pearls as decoration. you deserve to look beautiful on his wall!

but that's it.

hey, you guys should have a photo of each other so you can be matching...

floyd leech

has 3 to 5 photos of you on his wall just above his desk (they're fairly small). that's it!

just joking, this is floyd we're talking about. do you really think he wouldn't take so many photos?

they're ALL on his phone, and he has a LOT too. from the extremely blurry ones from his chasing you, to the really good quality ones, you name it! they're all entirely in his gallery.

he likes specifically taking photos from the top angle (you know how you hold your camera above your head and look at it?) because it makes you look much shorter than him. you could even be 1 centimeter shorter and he'll still take those photos just to emphasize how small you are to him.

refuses to delete any of the bad shots if it includes you in it (unless you're the one asking him to). what do you mean he doesn't need 24 blurry photos of you running away from him?

anyways, he has the most photographs out of the trio. simply because he takes away too many photos, needed or not.

friendly reminder to not let him steal your phone or else you'll have 56 photos of him goofing around by the time you get it back.

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foursaints · 4 months

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Barty would not bottom

ok everybody is entitled to their headcanon but the way i write him i agree. fandom gets weird about top/bottom stuff but i just think it's not something he's very into 😭

also listen. barty is attractive but in an unconventional, halloween-decoration sort of way. the same can NOT be said for his dick that thing is alarmingly beautiful. in a nonsexual sense it's just... so aesthetically pleasing? all his dick pics are the laziest sleaziest photos taken at the worst angle with his joggers pulled down but no matter what his dick is so jarringly?? handsome? like it’s just very shapely? and proportional?? and it's infuriating of him. he's not bottoming for preference reasons but also because his disconcertingly perfect wattpad dick is RIGHT there. like my god put that thing to use!

#a #SDJKFHK YOU DID NOT ASK FOR THIS IM SORRY #barty “looks kinda weird but his dick is unnerving conventionally beautiful. seriously. why is it like that.” crouch is real to me #nsft #i guess???????

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portsandstars · 1 month

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I recently got an ask about how I made my Vere cosplay, so I thought I'd write an (overly descriptive) explanation about what I did! Note that I have very minimal sewing and cosplay experience, so it's quite possible that there are many better ways to achieve the same look.

If you're interested in recieving the pattern that I used, please DM me, and I'll send you the files. Note that the pattern is only made to my measurements(I am very tall and small chested) and I have also altered the pattern after working with it some, though not altered the PDF.

Some of my explanations won't be the most clear, I'm happy to explain more in the comments or dms- I'm just limited on the number of pictures:)

Below the readmore because u guys this is going to be a bit exhaustively long :>

The pattern pieces for the top

I got a pattern after commissioning someone on Fiverr for about $60 dollars (let me know if you want their contact info). They were not very interested in reference photos and instead wanted me to sketch the garment I needed. I made a mock-up in a day after receiving the pattern files (took me about 8-10 hours lol). I requested a few edits from the pattern maker and recieved a second pattern. From there, I made multiple mockups and edited the PDF pattern to:

- shorten the smallest sleeve

- increase the curve of the front shirt edge

- add an unofficial collar band to increase collar height

- change the angle of the piping seam to enter the armhole at much more of a slanted angle

- increase the height and shape of the side waist openings (they are still lower than is accurate).

- add a sleeve gusset bc I couldn't move my arms (the sleeves are still tough, I'd recommend altering the dark purple sleeves if you make this)

- making the floatly sleeves way more voluminous.

Here are some photos of the top. I bought a crotch snap bodysuit premade and cut it after someone helped me pin the top to it. This is to help keep the top "tucked in" to the belt without bunching, while still allowing you to go to the bathroom. There need to be snaps because I taped the top to my skin, so you don't want to pull the top off your shoulders as you would a romper.

Ok, now let's see where the pattern pieces go to the shirt:

Fabric

I used a satin fabric for this top. I chose this primarily because it looked the closest to the right color that I could find (rather than being interested in the sheen). I'd say that it kinda sucked to work with because it frays exceptionally easily, though it does look pretty. The lilac fabric is a cotton fabric that I used throughout this project to add weight and stability - the color doesn't matter. I also used a medium weight black fabric (?), Silver pleather, and lightweight interfacing.

- back of the garment was purple satin underlined with lilac cotton

- front (orange) piece was purple satin with lightweight iron on interfacing

- collar (blue) was purple satin with the lightweight interfacing not in the seam allowances.

- front (red) piece was purple satin, iron on interfacing, and underlined lilac cotton.

- black boarder on the front (green) was a thick black fabric that was in a discount bin. Highly recommend you use a thin black cotton because the thickness of this fabric gave me a lot of trouble. Interfaced the center of these pieces.

- facings for the side opening (front and back of garment) were made from the lilac fabric and interfaced with lightweight interfacing EXCEPT for the seam allowance.

- tiny sleeve (yellow) was interfaced to give it structure, but not in the seam allowances

- I really struggled with the tension on my machine so I never sewed the satin alone. On the long, dark purple sleeves I added iron on interfacing ONLY to the seam allowance to give the seam stability so I could sew it.

- the silver piping around the collar and glued onto the front is made from a silver pleather. On one hand, this sucked to work with because my strategy involves sewing through ~10 layers of it at least, which is very hard(thimble needed). BUT, If you don't use silver pleather, I'd say your silver fabric MUST NOT FRAY for you to use the techniques I used.

STEPS TO CONSTRUCT (~30-40 hours).

You definitely need to make a mock-up unless you are very experienced. I made about 4-6 (would alter one sleeve but not bother changing the other, etc).

1. Cut all pieces except for facings, black boarder, and floaty sleeves out of purple satin.

2. Cut cotton support fabric for the following pieces - back, red, gussets, side facings (4 total)

4. Cut black boarder/facing (4 total).

3. Cut and iron on interfacing - center of collar, red (not seam allowance), orange (not seam allowance), tiny sleeve (not seam alloance), black boarder/facing- only needed on the outside ones(not seam allowance). Interfacing for the side facings. If you have issues with sewing the satin, also iron on interfacing on the seam allowances, and add it to purple satin that is alone (the long sleeves).

4. Baste all underlining fabric to the purple satin by hand (back, sleeve gusset, red).

5. Stay stitch in the seam allowance all pieces

6. Zigzag stitch all pieces.

7. Lay the lilac side facing on top of the right side of front orange piece, interfacing of the facing touching the right side of the fabric. Sew together along the inner curve. Notch the seam allowance here so it can bend easier. Flip facing to the wrong side of the garment. Iron flat. Pull the notches to the facing side and understitch. Iron again. Sew the top and bottom of the facing edges into the seam allowance of the side seam of the garment and the hem of the garment so they don't flop as much. Do the same thing on the the second orange piece (mirrored). Then do this twice, once for each side curve on the back piece.

8. Yayyy now it's time to attach the black edge. Choose your prettiest of the two of each mirrored piece to be the outside ones. Hem the longer edge of all 4 black facing pieces. Lay the facing, right side facing up, on top of the right side of the orange piece along the front hem. Sew directly on top of your hemming stitches so it is attached about an inch in. Try to not go out of the hem stitches at all. Then, lay a second facing on TOP of the facing u just sewed, wrong side facing up. Sew along the edge through all three layers. Notch this seam. Flip the top facing to the inside of the garment and iron flat. Understitch the inside facing. Iron again. Sew along the black facings inside the seam allowance of the top edge of the orange piece. Below are my notes to myself about this if they would help you LMFAO.

9. U can hem the orange piece now if you want to, I chose to not bc there is sooo much more stuff to do!!

10. Hand baste the red piece to your completed/with facings orange piece along the bottom edge of the red piece/top of orange. You're gonna have to rip this out later but you need to add the collar and measure the length of the piping that will go here and it needs to be attached to do this.

11. attach the back of the top at the shoulder seam. you can also pin or baste the side seams now under the arm hole but note that the size will be really different here with the sleeve gores later added. this turns it into a vest yayy its taking shape

12. iron all the seams u got going on

13. Hem the interior edge of the red pieces so that the collar can attach over it. Use a basting stitch bc you're going to have to undo part of this later 🙃

13. make the collar. tbh I'd recommend watching a tutorial for this, it is pretty similar to any men's dress shirt, especially a mandarin collar. sew the collar along the neckline of the garment.

14. Measure from the side seam under the arm, along the hem of red all along the back collar, to the other side seam under the other arm to see how long your piping needs to be. You can make it a bit longer than it needs to be. i chose to use piping because I couldn't find a silver cord that resembled this detail going around the collar of his shirt, and this seemed like the best solution. It would be far easier to use a silver cord if you can find it tho :). If you found cord that you liked, you could simply sew red to orange directly.

15. make the piping! This whole part is the worst part of the whole garment. You should have a thimble and strong handsewing needles. And probably pliers to pull the needle through. I cut long strips 4 of the silver pleather and bought 2 mm wide nylon cord. I then folded the strip around the cord and handsewed really close to the cord with white thread. You could machiene sew this but personally I found that it wasn't "tight" enough to the cord for me. Two of the piping strips you should cut most of the seam allowance off, the other two should be a normal amount of seam allowance on the piping.

16. Line up your 4 piping strips into a stack and measure across them to determine their width. You next want to create the ILLUSION of more piping. The way I did this was I took a wider strip of silver, the width of the 4 piping strips + one hypothetical extra piping on the top and one on the bottom and cut a strip this wide + lots of extra seam allowance that was about the length of the shirt collar. Then, I hemmed it deeply, so my hem stitches would be close to the center of the strip. There's NO cord in this piece. Then, I hand sewed this flat piece to the collar of the shirt.

17. Next, I bent my piping strips in half and marked the center points on each with a pin. I took one with long seam allowance and laid it flat so the seam allowance lay facing right, and then laid the other piping with seam allowance overlapping the previous piping facing left. Then the piping with very small seam allowance goes on top of this. Diagram crossection below, with the circles representing the cord of the piping, and = representing the orientation of the seam allowance.

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In this way, the piping can be sewn into a continuous strip that is sturdy, without the seam allowance showing. I handsewed the piping pieces together, working from the center, for about 5 inches of length, snaking sideways through the cording of the piping with white thread so it's joined into one continuous strip. Then, I began to handsew this piping to the collar on top of the silver flat fake piping that u already sewed there. Make sure the center of the piping goes to the center of the collar. From there, you alternate handsewing the piping to itself into one continuous strip, and then handsewing it to the collar.

18. As you work, you're going to have to sew it along the edge of the red piece once you're done with the collar. You can initially sew it to the hem that you established before on the red piece. However, when the red piece meets the orange piece (at the black fabric) you need to undo the hem of the red piece there and cut a slit in the fabric (visible below). This is because the hem of the red piece now needs to hang down and attach to the orange piece, so you need the material. Your piping here will go between the red and orange pieces. You also need to cut your basting stitches here so u can sew it for real. You should gradually and evenly spaced - end each line of piping along the top of the orange, so that by the time you're at the armhole, only one piping line is remaining. I chose the bottom silver line on the collar to be my longest piping strip, as this matches (more) of the reference photos). Rather than sew through all 12- 14 layers (...) I found it easier to do a stairstep method. I sewed my first piping strip to the red, then I sewed my second piping to the first piping(but NOT to the red), my third piping to the second, my fourth to the third, and my orange piece to the fourth. Throw in some stitches that bridge more layers as a failsafe and be diligent here bc the structure of the garment depends on it lol.

19. Fantastic ! U made it through the hardest part! Hem the long purple sleeves. Gather the top of the floaty sleeves. Sew the inner seams of the floaty sleeves. Sew the inner seams of the 2 long sleeves together. Leave the length of the V of the gusset unsewed at the top of the sleeve seam. Hem the edge of your tiny sleeves (yellow).

Now you need to attach the sleeves. I sewedthe gauze to half the gusset by hand first. Next I handsewed the gusset to both the long sleeve and the floaty sleeves, leaving the other V half of it unattached to later put into the side seam under the arm. Next I pinned all three sleeves into the armhole of the top. Tbh ... The size of the armhole seemed wrong so I needed to pleat the top of the of the long sleeve to make it fit (😐). Then I handsewed all three sleeves on each side into the arm hole, and then sewed the gusset into the side of the garment, and then finished the side of the top's seam (where the side facings meet) by hand too. I think it'd be possible to do this by machiene but with all the layers, gathering, and difficult corners from the gusset, it was way easier to handsew it imo. Now do the other sleeve wow so fun

20. Get a silver ribbon /string and handsew the sleeve decorations in place. I've found that piercing the silver cord tends to make it get ugly and split so instead I sewed the ends down and then went around the cord like belt with belt loops. Leave a tiny amount of give here so it doesn't strangle ur arm. Try and make the other sleeve the same lol.

21. Cut EVA foam (very thin mm foam) into LONG strip for the vertical silver detailing. Handsew the Eva foam to your top where the silver detailing is. Honestly I might wait to do this until your belt is done bc the position of the bottom half of these lines depends on where your belt sits. But, the purpose of the Eva foam is that it provides a solid base for your silver fabric to glue to that will bend with the garment well and the glue won't stiffen or distort your fabric. Afterwards you'll glue it to the foam with contact cement or fabric glue (needs to be able to flex).

22. Personally I sewed snaps that connect to the chest harness on the inner black boarder because 1) this allows a bit of the weight of the harness to be taken off of your neck/collar, and 2) allows your top to be held closer to your body (lower chance of flashing people). Make sure to only sew them to the interior black facing, not showing to the other side. I also sewed tacking stiches through the interior facing (hidden in the hem stitching) to hold the interior black facing down. My harness was waistband elastic, stabilized with cotton so it's not stretchy, with velcro attaching to itself through the ring. So each side of the harness at the ring is velcro folded back onto itself after being looked through the ring.

23. I also sewed the snap crotch thing to it. You need to wear the top and the body suit and have someone pin the top so that it's pulled somewhat taut by the bodysuit. The small section between the left and right side of the top (by the bellybutton) of the waistband of the bodysuit I stabilized with cotton again because you don't want that part getting stretched out and widening over time. If you're someone who maybe doesn't have boobs or doesn't care about flashing people, you could just sew it to some shorts. The idea here is to keep it held down AND be able to use the bathroom later WITHOUT pulling all ur fashion tape off in the stall and then reapplying it each time.

Look here for the part two (belt/skirt explanation).

#touchstarved #touchstarved cosplay #vere #touchstarved vere #cosplay #mine #personal #ask #touchstarved game

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mingisdoll · 13 days

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Hot guy summer continuation

Includes: amab!witch!reader, auralism kink, light choking and fingering, Wooyoung being a lil cock drunk, reader is a bit shy so Wooyoung takes it slow, softdom!Wooyoung, slight bondage and dirty talk, slight breath play and edging, unprotected sex (don't get it twisted. Wrap ya biscuit)

MDNI

@newworldnet

It had been about five months since you and Wooyoung started dating. Things were going great. After he settled down in Storybrooke quickly, he got a job as Regina's assistant. He was to take care of any paperwork that had some of the townsfolk's concerns and suggestions written down before filing them and sending them to Regina. Most of the time, the task wasn't too hard since Regina was at the office most of the time and all he had to do was fax the files to her. However, since Regina was on a mission with Emma and Hook, he had a bit more piled on than usual. What's worse?

He was horny as all hell.

He never crossed that line with his partner since y/n wasn't ready and he respected that. However, he couldn't fathom going through the day without thoughts of making love to his partner.

Especially when y/n was teasing the living fuck out of him.

They were living together and Wooyoung was getting ready for work when y/n sauntered in to greet him goodbye. As he finished fixing his tie, he turned to y/n to bid goodbye to him. The words got stuck in his throat when he saw what y/n was wearing.

Y/n was wearing an oversized indigo tank top, boxers, and a cream colored cardigan that was slipping off the shoulders a bit to reveal a bit of skin. He, of course, didn't think anything of it as he approached Wooyoung and adjusted the pin stripe blazer he was wearing.

"Have fun at work, Youngie." His shy voice said to him and planted a kiss on his lips.

This kiss was a teeny bit longer than the usual pecks. Was it a sign?

Wooyoung didn't know since he haphazardly bid goodbye to y/n and shamefully relieved himself when he signed in and scurried off to one of the bathrooms in the city hall since he didn't want Regina to see the boner her little brother caused him.

Time had passed and Wooyoung was ready to go home. He had to attend a meeting with Regina and the rest of the city council board members. He didn't remember shit since his mind was on one thing.

Y/n

Specifically, the photo he sent Wooyoung.

He was only dressed in one of Wooyoung's dress shirts and the collar was angled to show off his unmarked collarbone.

Yeah Wooyoung was down bad.

Grumpy asked him if he was ok and all Wooyoung could do was nod.

After the meeting ended, he was the first to leave the city hall. He bid goodbye to Regina, signed out, and took his briefcase before briskly walking back to his shared apartment.

Y/n was in for one hell of a night.

Wooyoung's dress shows clicked loudly against the pavement and the volume increased as he stepped inside the apartment. Loosening his tie and throwing his glasses on the counter, he marched into the room.

His breath was knocked out of him when he saw his partner in that same shirt.

Y/n never took it off.

"Hi, Youngie. Welcome home~" Y/n purred shyly and giggled as Wooyoung looked around the room baffled. There were candles and rose petals everywhere, making the atmosphere a bit more romantic. Wooyoung growled softly and shrugged off his jacket before taking off his shoes and tie so he could crawl on the bed and bring his partner into a heated kiss.

Y/n moaned into the kiss and Wooyoung took the opportunity to slip his tongue into his partner's mouth.

Partner? Screw that. Y/n was his boyfriend. He was going to claim y/n as his. And he didn't need magic to do so.

Wooyoung kissed down y/n's neck and made sure to leave so many hickies and love bites all over that beautiful collarbone. In the meanwhile, y/n used his powers to remove Wooyoung's clothes. He barely removed Woo's shirt, leaving his upper body naked when Wooyoung grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head before tying them up with his tie.

"Uh uh. baby. You were teasing me a whole lot today. I was in a meeting when you sent that photo. You want to fuck me badly huh? You need me?"

Y/n couldn't speak. Wooyoung's voice was soft yet there was an air of dominance to him. It also didn't help that one of his hands was wrapped around y/n's throat. His palm pressed against it lightly causing y/n to gasp shortly and quietly. Wooyoung chuckled and slipped a finger into the hem of y/n's boxers before pulling them down with ease. He also undid the buttons of y/n's shirt with ease as well before shrugging it off him.

"There we go. Isn't that better?" Wooyoung growled quietly and y/n shuddered. It was no secret that Woo's voice was a turn on for him and the man above him was using it to his advantage.

Wooyoung was moving downwards and proceeded to slip his fingers inside y/n's hole slowly, only to find out that the area had been stretched out and opened up for him already. Woo raised an eyebrow at y/n, who was blushing out of shyness.

"I figured I'd save you some time since I know you've must've been riled up during that meeting." He explained and Wooyoung cooed softly before reaching out to caress y/n's face.

"You're such a good boy. God I love you. Ok fine. Since this is your first time, I will forgive you for the teasing. Just stay still yeah? I'll make you feel good."

Y/n didn't have time to respond when he felt Wooyoung take in his cock at a painfully slow pace. He inhaled sharply as he felt himself be swallowed whole by the man above him. Little whimpers can be heard here and there and Wooyoung had the audacity to smirk while his mouth was stuffed full of his partner's cock. Soon, he began bobbing his head up and down. The slow pace made y/n writhe around in pleasure and had him begging for more. Wooyoung swept his hair back as he continued to suck his partner off, occasionally stopping to say shit like

"You taste like heaven."

"I could suck you off for days straight and never get tired."

"Don't move so much or else I'll go slower."

At this rate, y/n pushed Wooyoung's head down so he can go faster but the man pulled off him with a pop and shook his head in disdain.

"My pretty baby. You're being disobedient. Maybe I should stop here." He said with a teasing lilt in his voice. Y/n shook his head and cried softly on how he'll be good and he won't move around as much. Wooyoung cooed at the sight and brought his thumb to y/n's bottom lip before dragging it down slowly.

"Ok. I'll give you a second chance."

Soon, Woo's lips were swallowing y/n whole once more and y/n made sure to stay still, although he couldn't help but to let out little whimpers every now and then, which Wooyoung didn't mind of course. He even pulled off his partner to say how pretty he sounded before diving right back in.

To say that Wooyoung loved giving his partner head would be an understatement. He always had wet dreams about mouthing every part of y/n's body and today, he was finally able to do it.

He moved at a much faster pace now, slowing down every now and then to edge y/n. However, Wooyoung himself grew impatient and decided to give him what he wanted. His own cock strained in the matching pin stripe slacks he wore, and he knew he needed his own release soon.

Wooyoung soon felt y/n release in his mouth and he swallowed every last drop, occasionally sucking him every now and then to get every last drop. He pulled away and wiped his mouth before leaning to whisper in his ear.

"You're so good to me, baby. You deserve a reward."

He stood up and unbuckled his belt before letting his pants drop to the floor. Y/n sat up and gawked at the sight of him fully bare.

Well then.

Wooyoung was big in terms of width. He wasn't as long but he had some girth. The man crawled on top of y/n and brought him into yet another heated kiss. Despite y/n tasting himself on Woo's tongue, he pushed past it and concentrated on the man kissing him.

Y/n soon felt the tip of Woo's cock breach his entrance and hissed a bit when he slowly started pushing in. Woo shushed him lovingly and soothed his pain by leaving kisses all over his face.

"Baby, you're doing so well. You're taking me in so well. Fuck I love you. You can hold out yeah? I'm not too big?"

Y/n shook his head and Wooyoung smiled before holding him close to his chest. "I'm going to move now. Stop me at any time?"

He soon started moving. Slowly but at a deep angle. The moans y/n let out let Woo know that he was doing good so far. He even moved a bit faster when y/n told him to and who was he to not comply to his lover's wishes?

As time passed, Wooyoung went a bit faster with every few minutes. He even lifted one of y/n's legs over his shoulder to go even deeper. The new angle had y/n moaning louder than usual and Wooyoung moaning alongside him. The few kisses that were exchanged were messy, sloppy, and clashed a lot due to their teeth. But they didn't care.

As the candle flames slowly dwindled down and the volume of their moans & groans fluctuated, Wooyoung kept up his steady pace. However, his thrusts slowly became sloppy and his hips stuttered a lot.

He was close to his release.

"Baby, I'm cumming." Wooyoung moaned airly and y/n told him to go faster so he can cum. Keeping that in mind, Wooyoung thrusted a few more times before spilling his seed inside his lover. He stayed there for a few minutes before pulling out slowly. He caressed his boyfriend's face before kissing his forehead and scooping him up from their bed before heading into the bathroom to clean themselves up.

Needless to say, Operation Get Laid was a success.

#newworldnet #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez smut

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harlowtales · 7 months

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Jack finally agrees to get a small tattoo to match reader’s after he gets something first….

18+ sexual activity, drama ⚠️

“Jack look what about these?” You said annoying him again with Pinterest photos of couples tattoos.

“Baby, I told you I can’t get any tattoos if I’m going to act more.” Jack replied

“Not even a lil bitty one to match mine?” You said pouting and sitting on top of him to make him agree. Just say you’re chicken shit.” You taunted.

“What’d you fucking say?” Jack said sternly

“You heard me…” and you clucked like a chicken “A six foot three fucking chicken.”

“Ok…look here baby. I’ll make you a deal. You do something for me and I’ll do something for you.” Jack said calmly. Actually too calmly. He was up to no good.

“Go on…” you said wanting to see what the catch was

He leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“What?? No.” You protested

“Ok then get off me cuz I ain’t getting no tattoo” Jack said

“Fine.” You said angrily and stormed into the bedroom. You wanted a permanent sign Jack was committed to you and he kept avoiding it.

He didn’t follow you as he usually did. He just put his feet up and finished watching the game. “And I hope Louisville loses!! By A LOT!!” You yelled at him from the other side of the door.

“That’s it!!” Jack said fuming and opened the door hitting the wall hard. He came right over to where you were laying on the bed and stood over you. “Just one day is all I want with you in peace!” He yelled

“Then have it. As a matter of fact, have all the days in peace that you want.” You said as you stayed turned away from him

“There you go with the threats.” He countered red in the face

“No threats. You can see yourself out Jack.” You said coldly “And don’t forget your toothbrush.”

“I’m going to forget you said that. I’m going back to finish watching the game.” He said and went back to the living room.

“Ughhh!! You yelled and threw a pillow after him.

“Dafuq is wrong with her lately?” He muttered to himself as he sat back down with his bowl of SunChips.

You called your bestie to complain. “Girl.” You said on the verge of tears “Jack refuses to get the tattoos.”

“Girl you know that man is stubborn as hell.” Your friend said “Pick a different struggle.”

“Well he kinda would but I have to do something for him first.” You said

“Like what?” Your friend asked

“Give him head.” You said embarrassed

“WHAT??” Your friend said in shock

“You have NEVER done that for your man?” She said in disbelief.

“No. I don’t go down on guys. It’s just something I was taught never to do and Jack likes that more than sex it seems.” You explained

“Hell yeah he would! Girl stop it and give your man some sloppy toppy and y’all get your tatoos and come off my phone.” Your friend said “I gotta go. Y’all are ridiculous.”

You sat contemplating what to do. You regained your composure and returned to the living room. Jack looked at you and you looked at him. You moved over and kneeled in front of him. Running your hands up his thighs in his grey sweatpants. Your hands trailing under his waistband to pull his pants off. He sat still in shock watching you about to make his dreams come true.

He turned the volume down on the game and adjusted his hips to make it easier for you to take his pants off. The bulge in his underwear was all you needed to know that he was ready for this…yesterday. You ran your hand over his bulge and put your mouth to it in teasing warmth. You placed a hand on his stomach and gently pushed him back so you could get a better angle.

“Take your fucking shirt off.” Jack said breathlessly as he took off his to reveal his muscular arms and shoulders in his black tank top.

You obeyed in silence and slowly removed your top. Underneath you had on his favourite sports bra. He loved the way it brought your breasts together in a heavenly soft mound. He felt at your breasts through the bra and moaned as you pulled his underwear down. This man was wanting this bad as you hadn’t touched him yet.

His manhood sprung out as it got free from the constraints of his boxer-briefs. You licked up the shaft to the head of his rock hard cock turning a reddish purple from anticipation of your mouth and supple lips. You massaged it building up to the moment your lips grazed the head of his penis making him moan even more. You gave the swollen tip a twirl around with your tongue, rotating around it as you pumped the rippling shaft. You owned him in this moment. His head was thrown back and his eyes closed. First your lips started traveling down further and further until the engorged head hit the back of your throat. You closed around him, sucked your way back up, and glided down again.

“Y/N” Jack said your name in agony as he looked down at you controlling him and kept your head steady so he could savour being inside the soft, wet walls of your mouth.

“Uummm” You moaned with your mouth full of his long, smooth, erection tasting precum.

As he released your head you came up gasping for air and pumped him with spitting on the tip. You placed him in between your breasts forced together by your sports bra and began gliding up and down on it moaning from the motion. He completely gave up any control he was trying to have and watched you engulf his large manhood in your bosom as you picked up speed jacking him off. Every time his head poked out you licked the tip driving him insane.

“Fuck!!” He cried out and squirmed from how sensitive he was feeling as he was so close to exploding.

“You wanna cum baby?” You breathed heavily as you kept up your pace, feeling wet yourself. He nodded not able to speak as he climaxed. You continued to smother him in a fervent rhythm and felt his dick start to throb as creme shot out and covered your tits. You cupped your hands underneath your breasts to hoist them closer to your tongue and licked his sweet creme off of them.

You laid your head in his lap heaving with an aching mouth and throat in a sweat. “Jack I..” you started to say.

“King.. I’m getting the King..on my wrist.” He said breathlessly while smoothing out your hair in loving appreciation. “You get the Queen. Ok?”

You nodded yes with a satisfied smile.

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whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan · 1 year

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🐺 I hope you don’t mind those panties being torn to absolute shreds… 🐺

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smutty smut smut smut

✎ Summary: Chan planned date night at an undisclosed location, and you want to make sure you’re dressing appropriately. But things don’t go the way you planned.

✎ CW: Rough sex, safe word, filthy dirty talk, oral sex, unprotected sex, fingering, nudes, sexting, spanking, orgasm denial, degradation, praise, Daddy kink, overstimulation, JYP mention 💀

✎ Word count: 2,060

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“Hmmmm…”

You stare at two different dresses laid out on the bed. One tight, black and kind of sparkly. The other red, short and slightly more casual. Your finger slowly taps your lips in consideration.

You have absolutely no idea where Chan is taking you tonight. All he said was “dress nicely,” whatever the fuck that means.

You pull out your phone and open the camera to take a picture of your options and text them to your boyfriend. He can pick, you’re hungry.

You toss your phone on the bed and shuffle to the kitchen, heading for the fridge and that bowl of green grapes waiting for you. The bowl and two juice boxes balance in your arms as you head back up the stairs and plop down on the bed.

The phone screen lights up with a text from Chan: Either works.

That is… not helpful. Maybe he’ll have a stronger opinion about what goes under the dress.

You lay out the matching black lace bra and underwear you bought specifically for tonight and snap another photo, sending it off with a How about these?

He replies faster this time, but it’s just as boring: Looks good.

You frown at your phone and plop another grape in your mouth. You know what will get a reaction out of him.

You lean back on the bed, lightly tugging at the neck of your T-shirt to expose your collarbones. You raise your phone up and aim down, a soft smirk on your lips. What are you up to? accompanies the suggestive image.

A few grapes later, he replies with two selfies of his own. His hand’s in his pocket and his forearm veins are in clear view. His head is cocked to the side and his expression seems blank, but you know there are undertones of lust there. He’s playing along. Time to up the stakes.

You put the lace bra and panties on, snapping one photo with your hand grasping your breast, pushing it up toward your face. Your legs are spread open at the bottom of the frame, and your bottom lip hangs open slightly at the top. No caption needed.

He replies almost immediately: I hope you don’t mind those panties being torn to absolute shreds.

Ooooohh, spicy. You send back: Will this be before, during or after our date?

He still hasn’t answered after a few minutes, so you send a few more just for fun. One dangling the grapes above your head, your teeth lightly closed around the lowest one. One of your ass. One of just your chest. One with a strap pulled down over your shoulder. One with the cup of the bra pulled down, exposing one hard nipple to the camera.

Still no reply. Ok, fine. You lower your shorts and underwear, angling your phone down to get a good shot of your pussy. You slide your thin middle finger inside and tap the button. Let’s see how he feels about that one.

But nope, no answer yet again. Whatever. You go along with the rest of your day as usual, you’ll see him tonight.

Once the sun goes down, you move to the living room couch to get a good view of the door past the hallway so you know when he’ll come in. You’re wearing a nice black top and jeans, hopefully that’s enough.

The lock clicks from outside and the door opens slowly. Chan walks in, his body tense. You rise to greet him with a “Hey, baby,” but he doesn’t reply. He just stares at you.

You take a few steps into the hallway and he stalks toward you, shoulders angling forward and fists clenched at his sides. Uh oh.

You get close enough for what you think may be a hug. But instead, he takes slow, deliberate steps to back you against the wall. His right palm aggressively lands to the left of your head, and his left does the same on the other side.

“Thought you were being cute today, huh?” he snarls, cocking his head to the side.

“I, uh, yeah. It was…” you reply, chuckling nervously. His presence is intimidating and the darkness in his eyes is starting to scare you a little.

“Get on your fucking knees.”

“….what?”

“Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees.”

Back pressed against the wall, you slowly slide down until your knees meet the cold wood. You look up at him with a mix of fear and excitement.

His expression is stone cold as he towers over you, arms still pushing into the wall. Then his huge frame descends and he lowers his head toward your shoulder.

“Pineapple.”

He whispers your agreed-upon safe word into your ear, and you know you’re in for something rough and wonderful.

He wastes no time getting his rock-hard cock out of his jeans and shoving it into your mouth. His long, thick, veiny dick hits the back of your throat easily at this angle and forces your head against the wall. He fucks your face slowly, ensuring you take in as much of him as you can with each thrust.

“You think you can just tease me all day?” he breathes out. “Send me pictures of you fingering your pretty cunt and expect me to do nothing to you?”

He roughly grabs the hair on the sides of your head and thrusts in faster. Your jaw hangs open to accommodate the size and force of his throbbing cock.

“Minho even saw your tits on my phone, you little slut. Trying to show everyone what you clearly know belongs to me?”

Then he’s out of your mouth and grabbing you by the back of the neck.

“Get the fuck up.”

He helps you to your feet with his hold on the hairs at the base of your scalp and forces you upstairs, into your room and face down onto the bed. His strong hands grasp your hips and flip you upright to face him. You’re once again left in awe of the sheer size of the man looming over you.

Chan unbuttons and unzips your jeans, and you think you hear the zipper break. He yanks them down your legs to reveal those sexy black panties he saw earlier.

“I wasn’t kidding you know,” he says, staring at your pussy with incredible intensity. His big tongue wets his lips as he grabs the lace with both hands, pulling forcefully in opposite directions. The delicate lace doesn’t have a chance and splits unevenly down the middle.

Then he digs in like you were supposed to be the meal all along and he hasn’t eaten in weeks, sloppily lapping at any fluids ready for him. His rough tongue dips in and out of you so fast and his thumb prods at your clit and you think you’re gonna cum right then and there… but then he stops.

“On your stomach.”

You groan at him but do as you’re told anyway, flipping over to give him another view of the offending lace now blocking his entry once again. He growls as he rips the part covering your firm ass, officially splitting the panties down the middle entirely.

“Those were $45, you know…” you start, but your breath leaves your throat when his big hand grips your neck and shoves your head down into the bed.

“Did I say you could speak to me?” he asks. “You can talk only when I say you can, got it?”

You remain silent, unsure if he means now.

“Got it?” he repeats, annoyed.

“Yes,” you manage to reply.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Two cold fingers slide inside you, curling into that perfect spot. Your moans are loud and short, turning to gasps when he suddenly pulls his digits out. His wet fingers go to your hips, and he pulls your ass up closer to him, forcing you to your knees. He slides his cock into you easily, almost to his surprise.

“You’re so wet for me, you fucking whore.”

He thrusts in and out quickly, his huge cock filling you to the brim — with another inch or two to spare. You grip the comforter tightly with both hands and turn your head to the side to give yourself a better chance to actually breathe as he relentlessly pounds into you.

“You take daddy’s cock so well,” Chan says. “Your tight little cunt was made for me.”

Your eyes roll back into your head. He’s driving you mad and you don’t know how much longer you can last.

“Chan…” you moan.

“What’s that?” he teases, still forcing himself in and out of you at an alarming pace. “My disobedient cumslut is talking when she shouldn’t be again.”

But you can’t help yourself.

“I’m gonna… can I…”

You’re interrupted by the sound and shock of a loud slap landing on your ass cheek. And that’s it. Next thing you know you’re coming around his cock, some of you seeping out and running down your legs as he continues to thrust in and out.

Before you’re completely finished, he’s suddenly out and you instinctively arch your hips back toward him, begging for contact. Then you feel his warm, rough tongue run up your inner thigh, licking up any of your juices that tried to escape. His thick lips land on your pussy and he’s slurping to get the rest of his dinner.

“Ohhhh… oh god…” you moan.

He’s gripping your hips, easily flipping you onto your back again. Like you weigh nothing. He gets on the bed to straddle your head, forcing his cunt-soaked cock back into your mouth.

“I didn’t say you could speak.”

He’s pushing himself in and out slower this time, but he’s also reaching for your sensitive clit, rubbing the skin in small circles with a good amount of pressure. You’re overstimulated and overwhelmed but it feels way too good to protest now.

You moan and whimper around his dick, begging for less and more all at the same time. He smiles down at you mischievously, giving your clit a brief break before lifting himself out of your mouth entirely.

He rotates his body so he can angle his cock back between your spit-soaked lips and suck on your cunt at the same time. He’s tonguing your swollen clit so hard like he’s trying to crush it. Your head is spinning and you’re still trying to give his rock-hard cock any sort of pleasure with your mouth. It’s just too much.

Your second orgasm comes quickly and unexpectedly, even to you. Your scream is muffled but still loud and high, and you can feel Chan’s cock about to explode in your mouth at the sudden vibration. Within seconds he stops his assault on your spent pussy and cums down your throat. His tight muscles shudder unsteadily above you, and you wouldn’t even care if he just crushed you at this point.

He gently eases himself out of your mouth and rotates his body to face you again, hovering above you with kind eyes this time. But you couldn’t tell him from fucking JYP with how lightheaded you are.

“You good?” Chan asks sweetly.

“Mmmmmmm…” you manage. Your eyes focus a little more on his sweet dimples and soft smile and beautiful cheekbones and chocolate eyes. Ok, definitely not JYP. You sigh in relief and satisfaction.

He lowers himself to kiss your lips and nuzzles into your neck, relaxing his body into yours. Your arm lazily falls across his back and your eyelids suddenly weigh a thousand pounds. You feel yourself starting to doze off when he speaks up.

“Baby?”

“Mhm…”

“You ready to go to dinner?”

“Fuck off,” you reply lazily.

Chan smiles and chuckles against your skin.

“Wanna know a secret?” he asks.

“Mhm…” you mumble.

“I had no set plan for tonight. I hoped you would do exactly what you did.”

You’re not shocked at all. Maybe you just know him well enough at this point or maybe you’re too tired to care.

But his hand finds yours and lovingly rubs your palm before entwining your fingers in his. And as you drift off into contented — and well-deserved — sleep, you couldn’t care less about anything in the world other than this beautiful boy in your arms.

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