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Hormones

Hiyaaaaaaaaaaaaa… I did it! Finally managed to finish this one! Thank you for everyone who enjoyed the preview, I really hope you buys enjoy the full thing. Please let me know what you thought of it! Lots of love, B xx

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Originally posted by grabiajulia

Hormones.

They’re funny little things. 

Sometimes they take over your body and make you do things that you wouldn’t ever do if it weren’t for the obscene amount of hormones coursing through your bloodstream - you’d never eat a plate full of pasta and a whole chocolate bar right after or cry at the butter commercial cause that family looks just so damn happy that they have their butter and each other… And you would not, under any circumstances, be thinking about how much you want your friend to fuck you into oblivion if it weren’t for the hormones.

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Punishment for a sneaky piggy Feat. Gainerboynick

I’ll never know what’s worse: my boss riding my ass (not in the way I’d prefer), or my mother sending me nagging text messages.

“Honey, when are you going to come over?”

“Xavier, why don’t you ever call?”

“Found this great gym online. Maybe you should get Nick to go every once and a while. He’s packing on some weight lately and I’m just concerned.”

Jesus Christ, if it’s not one thing it’s another. I’m just happy to be home. Crack open a cold one, put my feet up, rub my pig’s ever-growing belly.

I opened the door to my house and walked inside. I heard a weird noise, like someone was getting into something they shouldn’t. As I shut the door, the noise stopped, followed by scurrying noises. I dropped my bag and quickly walked into the kitchen to find the culprit.

My pig was eating the leftover pizza that I forbid him to eat. I caught him as he was bent over, back towards me, placing the box back into the fridge. His pants sagged a few inches, revealing his round butt and hairy ass crack.

“Excuse me, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Slowly, he stood. He pulled his pants up, fixed his shirt and turned around. Right in the middle of his chubby face was a piece of pizza crust, sticking out from his sexy lips. As I took a few steps towards him, he quickly shoved it in and chewed.

“I’m pretty fucking positive that I told you not to eat that pizza. What made you think you could disobey me?” At this point, I was an inch or two from my toned midsection rubbing against his belly. He looked afraid.

“Well, I was hungry. And you texted me saying you’d be home late and I couldn’t wait for my food.”

I was furious, and he could tell. My temperature was rising and I’m pretty sure my face was a hundred shades of red.

“I mean, I’m a growing boy. I’m not supposed to be hungry.”

That’s when the anger subsided. I started breathing normally and I felt myself calm down. I was six inches taller than him, so even calm, I’m sure the sight of me leering down at him was still intimidating.

Good. I could use that to my advantage.

I smiled, and I saw his face go from terror to confusion. I reached out my hands and placed them one the sides of his gut. It’s funny: he was a struggling gainer before I met him and managed to balloon him from 195-240 pounds of pure, jiggly fat. What’s funny is all of his fat went straight to his belly. His belly, shaped like a perfect ball, with hair all around his navel, felt so warm in my hands as I rubbed it. He seemed to calm down too, as I rubbed his empty belly.

“How many pieces did you eat before I caught you being a sneaky little piggy,” I asked him, not looking up, but continuing to rub and pat his distended belly.

“Two. Honest. Only two.”

He looked down and saw my cock begin to go hard in my pants. He reached his hand out to grab it, as was his training. Whenever he saw me go hard, no matter how empty or full his belly was, he had to suck it. But not right now.

I pushed his hand aside.

“Chair,” I said sternly. “NOW.”

His belly left my grasp as he stood straight up and walked to my office, just off the kitchen. I slowly followed behind him as he did was had been instructed to do a few times before.

First, he took off all of his clothes, except for his underwear. No matter how fat he got or how it got me off to feel his struggle to ride my dick with his new girth, the one thing that could get me hard and dripping in an instant was how his belly made the elastic of his underwear roll onto itself. That beginner ball gut could do things to me that no man ever could.

He opened a desk drawer and took out a plain red shirt, my favorite color. He put it on and stretched it down his plump frame. The shirt stopped right beneath his belly button, leaving an inch or two of exposed hairy belly flesh beneath its grasp. His nipples, so hard and tiny, looked like they could stab through the cheap fabric.

Next, he grabbed the leather straps from the drawer, then headed to my work chair. Solid wood, the finest for my piggy. Solid enough to where he shouldn’t break it. Yet.

He sat down in the chair, his belly pushing at the fabric more, leather straps on his ample lap and arms resting on the arms of the chair. I walked over, using two of the smallest straps to tie his wrists down, then tied each ankle to a chair leg. As I went to stand, I noticed his rock-hard cock in his underwear. I looked up at him and was met with a subtle smile.

           After flicking his dick and watching him flinch, I said,

           “This is not for your pleasure piggy. This is your punishment for being greedy and a sneak.” With that, I stood up and left the office.

           I opened the fridge and took out two beers. After cracking one and drinking it without stopping, I surveyed the fridge to see what I had for my piggy. I stopped calling him Nick when his pants, then a size 30, stopped fitting and we celebrated by watching him eat an entire Fudgy the Whale ice cream cake.

           Pizza, four slices left. That was an obvious. Left over pulled pork in bbq sauce. Last quarter of my birthday cake. Packet of deli turkey. A few big meatballs. Half pint of heavy cream. Oh, that can wait for later. I opened my second beer and drank it faster than the first.

           I hauled piggy’s punishment into my office and sat it on my desk, all for him to see. And oh, did he see it. His eyes practically shot out of his head. But like a good pig, he didn’t say a word. He knew what was coming.

           I stood in front of him, pizza box in hand.

           “Remember,” I said, taking a slice of meat lovers pizza out of the box and lowering it towards his mouth, “You did this to yourself.” As soon as the greasy pizza met his lips, he took a big tear into his mouth and practically swallowed it whole. He kept going for it, bite after bite until he was licking the garlic spread off the crust. I let him have it.

           He didn’t slow down for the other three slices, which we devoured with such glee. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought that he was enjoying his punishment.

           Once the pizza was gone and the box rested empty next to the chair, I let piggy suck the remaining grease from my fingers. I reached down and felt his belly. Little tight, but nowhere near full.

           Next came the pulled pork. The container was big, filled to the top. I walked next to the chair, and sat the cold container down in front of his belly. Pulling my own chair up next to him, I sat down and placed one hand on the back of his head. The other hand, lightly grazing down his fat torso to tease him, reached the bowl and scooped out a clump of the meat. I raised it to his mouth, and slammed it in. He chewed with ease, and before he could swallow, I shoved another mouthful in. By the fourth mouthful we worked out a good rhythm, which was interrupted by a sudden moan. My hand stopped midair and I looked at him, as his cheeks slowly turned pink.

           “Oh, I’m sorry, is this enjoyable to you?” I asked, scooping the pork back into the container. Fucking pigs never learn to take their punishment.

           I walked over to the desk and took out a small pair of clamps on a chain. “Maybe now you’ll learn.” The right clamp closed on his hard nipple and he squealed. I smiled. “Now that’s better,” I said clamping the second one.

           Before I could give him time to adjust to the pain, I slammed a big helping of pork into his gaping mouth. Instead of the easy-go rhythm we once had, I forced handful after handful into his mouth, giving him just enough time to swallow before more was pushed. I looked down as I force fed my pig and thought I could see his belly as it puffed out and became full.

           My hand touched the bottom of the empty container and before he could catch his breath, I put a few slices of turkey into his mouth. Had he not eaten the last of the chicken alfredo last night that would be here for him too, but I had to make do.

           The slices slowly vanished and I could tell he was getting full. His chews were slowing down and his breathing slowed. But he wasn’t going to get away that easily. Piggy had to be punished for what he did.

           I opened the package of meatballs and showed him what he would be eating next. His eyes widened in protest. My eyes rolled.

           I sat the meatball down on his lap and pulled down my shorts and underwear, revealing a hard cock and low hanging balls. “Don’t give me your defeatist bullshit piggy. You take my balls in your mouth just fine, and the meatball is smaller in size.” Realizing I was right, he took the meatball whole into his mouth. Slowly, he made his way through the last of them.

           I looked at him, his belly hard and full, the shirt risen past his navel and looked painted onto his chubby body. He had food and juices around his mouth and dripping down his chin. I lifted the cake off the desk and as I turned around to present him with his final challenge, I stopped. I had a better idea.

           Running back to the kitchen, I grabbed the heavy cream from the fridge and the carton of chocolate ice cream out of the freezer. I quickly blended it to a smooth blend and brought the mixture into the room, where piggy sat, tied down and full. Little did he know his limits, and beautiful gut, were about to get pushed even farther.

           “I have a surprise for you pigs. I was going to give it to you when you hit two hundred fifty, but I think you deserve it now.” From the closet, I produced a black rubber funnel, complete with face attachment. Though he knew he was being punished, piggy smiled, his cock hard and leaking in his tight briefs. I slowly walked over and strapped the harness to his mouth, the funnel raised high.

           “Oink oink, piggy,” I said and began to pour my concoction into the funnel. As I poured, I could see the mixture disappear from the bottom of the funnel and could hear my dear pig swallow it as it came. I bet he was getting full, but my pig is a fighter, and he kept chugging along until the entire blender was empty. I unstrapped the funnel and undid his binds.

           As I did so, he dove straight for my hard cock. I told you, when it’s hard, he sucks it. And FUCK does piggy know how to suck. He glided my eight inches with ease, slurping on my meat and groping my fat balls. I moaned and coaxed him, as my hand simply laid on the back of his head and let him show me what he could do.

           Normally I could last an hour or more before cumming. But today, knowing I fed my piggy past what he could handle, knowing that for a while his normally jiggly belly would be hard as a rock, knowing that he was mine, I was closer than I thought I would be. With a few more pumps, I was unloading shot after thick shot down my piggy’s throat, soon to meet the feast I crammed into him. As my orgasm died down, piggy looked up at me, cum dripping from his lips. I smiled, using my slowly deflating cock to guide my juices into his mouth.

           “Let me clean up, then we can shower.” I grabbed the garbage and empty blender cup and headed towards the kitchen. As I cleaned, I heard another weird noise. This time, it wasn’t the scurrying of a sneaky piggy. It sounded more like…gobbling. I slowly walked towards the door of my office, and if I wasn’t already spent and empty, what I saw would’ve had me shooting more than when I went two weeks with a jerkoff.

           There was my piggy, clad only in pre-cum soaked underwear, on his hands and knees, shoving cake into his mouth. The pains of being full obviously didn’t stop him, as he slammed handfuls of my three-layer cake into his mouth. As I walked in and watched, I saw his belly pointing straight towards the floor, bowing out with the food he ate and was still eating. His ass jutted out up in the air, and like my pig, I lost all control.

           Kneeling down behind him, I slowly shed him of his tight underwear. How had I never noticed how fat his ass had gotten? I fuck him constantly, and never did I once notice his round butt, expanding like his gut had. Without skipping a beat, I dived my tongue between those hairy fat cheeks, probing and licking his tight hole. I slapped, grabbed, and pinched his fat ass, all the while he moaned loud and stuffed his face with cake. I hardly even noticed him ferociously stroking his thick fat boy cock. I saw him shovel the last of the cake in his mouth, and felt him about to give way. I reached my cupped hand right under his cock and felt him release his hot jet of cum into it. As he turned to face me, frosting covering his mouth, for the last time, I raised my hand to feed him. He took his cum out of my hand and licked it clean.

           He leaned back and rested himself against my desk. Using his finger to clean his mouth of cake, his other hand rubbed his beyond full gut. I forgot his usual belly measurements, but is swollen gut had to be at least four, if not five extra inches around by now. And it definitely wasn’t going to shake anytime soon. He took off his nipple clamps and looked at me.

           “Now piggy,” I said to him. “What have we learned here today?”

           He smiled his pig boy grin. “Sneak pizza more often.”

6

First Look: Lotus Exige Cup 380 

Evolved from the hugely successful and capable Exige Sport 380, this latest Lotus supercar is the purest manifestation yet of the company’s Cup concept for sports cars. Genuinely eligible for competition yet undeniably elegant, just 60 editions of this extreme Exige are planned for worldwide markets – assuring its status as one of Lotus’ most collectible road cars.

  • The fastest to, from, and around the race track
  • 0-60 mph in just 3.4 seconds
  • Dry Weight from 1,057 kg (2330lbs)
  • Dramatic bodywork revisions boost downforce to 200 kg
  • Limited to 60 editions worldwide, confirming collector status

With a purity of drive unheard of in road cars, and a power-to-weight ratio of 355 hp per tonne, the Exige Cup 380 delivers genuine race pace, with 0-60 mph in 3.4 seconds (0-100 km/h in 3.6 seconds) and top speed of 175 mph (282 km/h). Key to the Exige Cup 380 reaching its low weight of 1,057 kg is the comprehensive adoption of carbon fiber and extreme engineering. Making their first appearance on a road-going Lotus, heavily revised bodywork elements contribute to the increased downforce of the Exige Cup 380, with the car generating up to 200 kg, 43% more than the Exige Sport 380. Making the most of this aerodynamic downforce and maximizing mechanical grip, the Exige Cup 380 features larger rear tires as standard.

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NSFW Chocobros: Lingerie for their S/o

Oh boy! SayaSin here back with another HC.

Noct - Baby Doll Dress.

The prince loves playful and sexy and was actually pretty excited with his surprise he picked up for you. The garment would be solid at the top, fading to a sheer pattern in the darkest shade of black to honor his family name. The neckline would dip low to accentuate your cleavage in the most delicious way. Thin spaghetti straps lie upon your shoulders; straps that he toys with as you’re situated atop his lap – he only clad in jeans. He loves how it flows delicately against your skin as you move. His “dark queen” he likes to coo devilishly into your ear. Noct could easily have opted for something more intricate; however, easy access is more suited for his taste and dislike of complicated things. Having you perched on his lap means you were already caught in his web, which by his rule of “No underwear”, you could already feel his growing bulge prodding at your entrance. After seeing you in the garment for the first time, he swore he’d have one for you in every color.


Prompto - Lacey Boy shorts & a Silk Cami Top.

The always flustered blonde is a sucker for cute, that includes your ass cheeks peeking out just below the shorts he so proudly picked out. The silk of the top outlining your breasts in a way that make him think of over-sized gumdrops, the thought of tasting them leaving him salivating and his cheeks a new shade of red. Home for the day and wearing them around the house? Expect loads of ass grabs and playful love slaps against the plump flesh when you least expect it. Sneaky candid photos of you end up taken for his ‘collection’ that is until you catch him and ask if he’d like for you to pose properly for him - as if he’d pass that up. You even make it a mission to tease him by dramatically bending over before him to pick up something that was “accidentally” dropped or purposely jumping to get something just to watch his eyes become mesmerized by the jiggle of your breasts under the silk. By now the little chocoboo can’t handle much more. Looks like you’ll be off to grab a new pair. While you saw thin, cute and lacey, he saw ‘easy to rip’.


Ignis - Corset, Garters & Thigh Highs.

“Darling. Will you try something on for me?” Enough said. He is a man of elegance and sexy after all and you were all to thrilled to oblige to his request. He loves the way the bodice dips your waist inward enough to taunt him with those sinful curves. He’ll tie the laces at the back skillfully for you while his lust filled emerald gaze drinks in your silhouette. He’ll place delicate kisses at the tops of your breast as they’re pushed to new heights. He loves the way the thin fabric straps of the garters lie symmetrical with your thighs after he snaps them in to place. How they clip to the back of your now favorite panties and curve dangerously over your ass. He’ll caress your legs before slipping on each matching thigh high, kissing your hip before clipping them secure to the garters. Having you stand before him to admire you like a piece of fine art, earning you a mischievous smile and a kiss to the neck. Slender fingers would roam your form, exposed skin set ablaze by his touch alone. “You look simply ravishing, kitten. Now then, I believe it’s time to taste my creation.“


Gladio - Bra & Panties.

The shield would be thrilled to have you in nothing at all, but after stressing that you wanted him to pick something out for you, he would settle on the easiest to remove.  The idea of basic bra and panties sounded boring at first only later to reward you with the sexiest set you’ve ever owned. The bra had lace that cupped your breasts with intricate designs. Black straps splay against your chest almost like a web meeting at the back of your neck. The panties to match sat a bit higher on your hips, like the bra, were clad in lace, showing off and accentuating the upper curvature over above your ass just below your back, more straps meeting at the waist to tie in a bow. A loud wolf whistle would meet your ears upon revealing the scandalous garment to the culprit behind its existence. “Mmm damn babe…” You’d spin for him and let him get lost in your presence before the behemoth of a man would close the distance and sink his thick fingers into your cunt through the open slit of fabric you hadn’t noticed. “How about you show daddy what you can really do while wearing something like this” Lucky you, this ain’t his first rodeo with lingerie.

kilometeors-deactivated20171005  asked:

Hello! I have a Fabrickind question that also involves worbla. For one of my cosplays (Shiro from Voltron) I'm making a false arm. I have a stretch fabric for the grey sleeves, but I'm not sure how to attach the worbla to the fabric. Do I sew the foam onto fabric? Use straps?

Hello there!

For this, the first thing I would do is look at tutorials for similar items. Vriska from Homestuck, Ed from Full Metal Alchemist, and Bucky from the Marvel universe all have similar robotic arms (in different colors and shapes, the but the techniques are the same) that you may be able to adapt some tutorials for if you can’t find one specifically for Shiro.

The two major ways of attaching armor to a sleeve like this – one would be to use straps that are worn underneath the armor, and one would be to snap it directly to the fabric.

Straps would be attached to the armor pieces and made of either webbing or elastic. If made of webbing, they would have an attachment on the opposite side of the armor piece so that you can remove the piece. This would be glued to the inside of the worbla and reinforced with another square of worbla, and likely attach with either D rings or snaps. You would simply wind the straps underneath the other pieces to hide them.

Snaps are another common method, especially when attaching armor to a hand. This is where you would glue snaps to the inside of the armor piece and then sew the corresponding snap to the sleeve fabric while the garment is worn, and then press the armor piece down in place. I would imagine that what snaps gain in a cleaner look and less bulk they would lose in durability, however, as you may damage the armor by repeatedly snapping and unsnapping, or you may pop your armor off throughout the day with your arm movements. Try to have a bit of wiggle room so that the fabric can stretch with your arm and so that the armor isn’t completely flush with the other pieces, so that there’s less chance of it popping off. I’ve also heard of people using high-powered magnets instead of snaps for a similar effect.

Make sure that when you make this, there’s enough room for your elbow to bend without the armor hitting itself – I can see how that would be an issue if you made it exactly like the reference I posted, since the smaller piece towards the back of the arm and just above the elbow would hit the forearm piece if the arm were bent more. 

The website also has a section on armor strapping that you may want to take a look at, since there’s a lot of great ideas there.

Hope that helps! Good luck :]

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75. In/by a Swimming pool

Blue

Word Count: 1,333
Written by: @kenobi-and-barnes

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

“I like.” You look around the beach house you and Bucky’s rented for the weekend.

He smiled as he stood beside you. “I agree.”

Once your bags were inside and in the bedroom, you started to wander off to explore.

“Hey, I’m gonna take a shower. I feel dirty after driving all night.”

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Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon Week 2: Damn Eye Contact

Okay so here it is…per @diggo26 and @green-arrows-of-karamel this is worth reading so let’s hope they’re right! Warning I truly just went down the smut path with this one so yes it’s explicit for me…

Enjoy and you can read it here or on AO3!

Damn Eye Contact

Blue, textured with flecks of green, aqua, turquoise and, even sometimes a splash of tormented gray. That’s what she saw when she opened her own endless blue depths after the explosion on Lian Yu…that’s what she saw every time she even dared to close her tired eyes.

She’d begun to think of his eyes like they were an endless dream of hopes and, unexplored possibilities; and that was beginning to become a very distracting problem. Felicity growled internally with a confusing mixture of longing, annoyance and, pent up frustration. She stared out along the seemingly endless bank of windows that let the lights from the city below flow along the dark spaces of the wide open room. Her fingers danced along the black mug while the contents within grew tempered from the cold, recycled air that floated around her stately. She rolled her head until her chin was hovering above the half empty mug. Her eyes rolled until her lids shut, her back bowed and her toes curled along the stainless steel rod of the kitchen stool.

She sighed as her shoulders slumped and, her heart thudded quietly as she slowly filled with unexpressed disappointment. Her stomach curled when her tortured mind begun filling her heart with endless images of his grief stricken eyes…

She whimpered almost inaudibly as the images shifted; the way the blue hues of his pupils changed as his emotions rolled over them both in waves left her ruined in her stunned, wrecked heart. She would have gone on this way for hours had it not been for the innocent sound of lightly drumming knuckles upon her partially closed door. She breathed out in tortured defeat, “I can’t live like this Oliver…” she heard him softly close the door as she muttered, “I can’t live with endless regrets…”

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Misunderstandings - Kyle X Reader

****************************************************************************************************Requested by @wholockedcumberwumberCan you do an imagine in which reader is Kyle’s girlfriend and he only talks to Zoe at the party because he got into a fight with reader and she sees him talking to Zoe when she goes to try to apologize and since the party is so loud she doesn’t hear him telling Zoe how much he cares.

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I honestly didn’t even want to go to the party. After just having the worst fight in the history of my relationship with Kyle, the last thing I wanted to do was wear some tight outfit and dance with a bunch of people I didn’t know and would probably never see again.

Still, my sorority friends insisted that I went with them to the point where it was easier to agree and go than to resist them and have to hear their complaints for the next week if I didn’t.

So I reluctantly got dressed in my favourite party outfit, a short maroon dress that flowed from the waist down and lacked sleeves back had a thick strap of fabric that wrapped the end of the throat. I paired it with white heels and a white purse, tied my hair up in a loose bun and I was finally ready to go.

“See? You look gorgeous,” my friend exclaims as I make my way into our communal area, “We are going to have so much fun!”

By the time we reach the party Kyle is barely a small thought in the back of my mind. We immediately make our way to the kitchen where we know, based on the sorority house we’re at, that there will be plenty of pizza available.

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If it hadn’t been for my frat brothers I would never have gone out partying tonight. Y/N and I had been dating for a year and after the fight we had yesterday I really don’t know where we stand as a couple anymore. My frat brothers had noticed how sad I’d been and decided that a few drinks, ironic since I never drink when I’m out with them, was the best option to cheer me up.

I slowly peel off the shirt I’m wearing and replace it with my frat shirt, secretly hoping that if I move slowly enough, they will leave without me. But, much to my dismay, when I walk down the stairs to meet them, every single one of them is sat there waiting patiently for me so we can take the bus and leave.

When we arrive at the party, the house is already packed to the rafters, people standing in every available area of floor space as we squeeze our way through the packed hallway and I make an effort to immediately separate myself from my friends. I manage to push my way to a table, seating a massive ice sculpture and I find myself fixated on a face, standing on the other side of the table. Slowly she walks until we stand face to face.

“I’m Kyle.” I shout over the noise around us.

“I’m Zoe.” She shouts back, smiling flirtatiously.

An hour passes as we become completely absorbed in our conversation.

“You’re a really good guy Kyle.” Zoe starts, suddenly becoming sad in her eyes, “But I don’t think this is going to work out.”

“Oh no… I-I wasn’t looking for a relationship I have a girlfriend.” I blurt out, nervously attempting to find the right words to not humiliate her.

“Then why are you here alone?” she snaps, “And why are you talking to me?”

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After a few hours, sitting in the kitchen turns to being a bore so I gather all of the energy I have left in me and find my way back into the main area of the house. Slowly I make my way to the stairs, desperate to find a place to sit until another loner walks over to start a conversation. But halfway there I stop dead in my tracks as I notice a familiar face. Kyle, smiling and quite obviously flirting with a tiny blonde girl who I had never seen before. Before I can turn he looks over and his face falls as he recognizes me and as he starts to walk over I turn and push my way out of the house and run to my car. Driving off before he can get close enough to open the door.

When I get home I immediately rush to the drawer where Kyle’s belongings that he left in my room and start throwing it into a duffle bag, ready to throw at him when I drive around to tell him we’re over. As I’m searching through his stuff I find a framed picture of us from our first date and burst into tears as I struggle to believe that he would actually cheat on me. As I’m huddled in my own tears, I hear the door open and footsteps creaking on the wood that lies underneath the carpeted floors.

“I knew I would regret giving you a key.” I snap, trying to disguise my voice to hide the sadness that runs through my tone.

“You don’t mean that.” Kyle whispers, almost as if he’s scared that speaking in a regular tone would break me into a million pieces, which in that moment was a possibility, “Can we just talk about this?”

“I thought we decided not to talk about things. Isn’t that why we fought in the first place?” I reply sullenly, turning to face him, “I knew we weren’t having the best of times together but how could you cheat on me so blatantly?”

“I wasn’t cheating on you,” he says, his eyes flickering to the ground, unable to meet mine, “I was just talking to a girl.”

“A girl who was practically salivating over you,” I say and he sighs, “I saw the way she looked at you, it was the way I looked at you when we met.”

“Will you just listen to me for a minute?” he almost shouts, attempting to control his temper. When I don’t respond he moves to sit on the bed, directly next to where I’m sitting but I move across slightly as to still keep my distance, “I didn’t cheat on you, and deep down I think you know that. We’ve been together for a long time and I’ve never lied to you or done anything to hurt your feelings… just tell me you believe me.”

“Then what would you call what the two of you were doing?” I ask, completely ignoring the last part of his sentence.

“Actually the exact moment you saw me was when I was telling her about how much I love you,” he answers and I flash him a look of disbelief, “No I’m being serious, she asked me why I was talking to her if I had a girlfriend and I told her all about you, about how much I love every little thing you do, about how I’m nothing without you.”

“I believe you.” I whisper and he smiles through a nervous laugh, taking my head in his hands and leaning forward until our foreheads touch.

“Thank you, let’s move past this, I love you so much.”  He mumbles so quickly I barely catch his words and for the first time in what feels like forever, I smile as I nod and our lips collide.

“Stay here tonight.” I whisper and he nods, smiling. I slide backwards and lay down and Kyle moves to do the same and lies down beside me, moving a strand of hair from my face before moving his arm to protectively lace around my waist. I smile, closing my eyes as I feel his lips touch my nose before he too closes his eyes and as the both of us fall asleep I can’t help but feel as if just this once, everything was going to turn out the way it should be and I fall into a deep sleep, my thoughts are filled with the our picture perfect happy ending.

Stranded

Request:  Can you write a smut fanfiction for Chanyeol on a deserted island after a plane-crush, kind of like his new drama missing9? 

I haven’t seen his new drama, but I hope this is good! 


Pairing: Park Chanyeol X Reader

Genre: Smut 

Word Count:  2,715

It was your first time riding on an airplane and you were doing it alone. You were extremely nervous and terrified of flying. As the lady took your ticket, scanned it, and gave it back to you with a smile, your stomach did a backflip. This was it. You were boarding the plane and everything inside you was screaming at you to turn around and run away screaming.

You ignored your instincts and took your seat next to an older woman. She greeted you with a polite nod and smile as you tried to get comfortable in your seat. “Is this your first time flying?” She asked. You took in a deep breath before nodding at her with a nervous smile. “I can tell. You look very nervous.”

“I am. Do you fly often? You asked, trying to take your mind off the fact that you were about to be thousands of feet in the air in a metal room that weighed somewhere between 735,000 pounds and 970,000 pounds. It disobeyed the laws of gravity and that freaked you out. The woman nodded.

"Yes, my son lives in South Korea and we try to visit each other often.” She explained, smiling all the while.

“That’s very sweet.” You smiled, forgetting about your whereabouts for the time being.

“Why are you going to South Korea, if you don’t mind me asking?” She asked, adjusting her travel pillow behind her head.

“I want to see the world,” you explained, “Korea is the first stop because… well because I got interested in the culture and everything when I discovered the boy bands” You said, embarrassed by how much information you just shared. She laughed softly at your confession.

As you spoke with the woman, you got more comfortable with being on the plane. That is, until the flight attendants started walking up and down the aisles, telling people to turn their phones off and buckle up. You started to panic, thinking it was impossible to get this big hunk of metal into the sky. Soon, you felt the plane start to take off and that’s when the lady next to you took your hand in hers. You looked over at her soft, warm expression and started to calm down. If she did this so often and she was so calm, why should you worry? You thought logically, steering your thoughts from the what ifs.

Eventually you were calm again and deep in conversation with the lady who’s name you found out was Irene. She was a lovely woman and you truly enjoyed talking with her. She was more understanding and listened better than any other person you had ever met in your entire life. She eased your thoughts and made you forget completely about all the dangers of flying.

Irene was telling you a story about a winter she spent with her son in Seoul when you felt the plane shake. Your hands immediately shot to the arm rests at your side, gripping them tightly. Knuckles turning white and eyes squeezed shut, your whole body tensed up. The pilot came over the intercom saying that you were flying straight into an unforeseen storm. You felt tears building behind your eyes.

I knew it. I knew it. I knew it.

You chanted in your head, panicking. Irene gently set her hand on top of yours to calm you down. “Shh, don’t panic, Y/n. Everything will be okay.” She said in soft voice. You took in a deep breath, trying to calm down, when the plane shook again. You immediately tightened your seat belt and held onto the armrests for dear life. The seat belt light dinged on and the air masks fell from the ceiling.

This is it.

Tears began to flow from your eyes as the plane shook some more and you felt your whole body jerk toward the ceiling. You were terrified and regretted your decision to be brave. As the plane plummeted to the earth, your life flashed before your eyes. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

The sound of metal tearing and people screaming was loud enough to drown out your own thoughts. You felt branches of trees making contact with your face and arms as the plane’s body tore through the treetops on it’s way down. Suddenly, it all came to a screeching halt and you slowly opened your eyes, shocked you survived. The roof of the plane was gone, torn clean off, and tree branches took over the open space.

“Is everyone okay?” Someone asked.

How naive, you thought, what a stupid question

The doctor on board instructed everyone to remain in their seats until they were helped out of them. You looked over at Irene, seeing her eyes closed and a large cut on her cheek that was bleeding. “Irene!” You shouted, touching her hand to try to wake her up. “Irene, please.” You sobbed. “Someone help!”

Someone immediately made their way to Irene, helping her out of her seat and taking her outside, where the doctor was helping people. Then they helped you out and you immediately found the doctor with Irene. “Please tell me she’s okay.” You begged, twisting your hands together as you stared at her lying on the ground. The doctor looked up at you with a small smile.

“She should be fine. She passed out due to lack of oxygen and this cut looked far worse than it is.” He explained. You let out a sigh of relief, thanking him before sitting next to her in the sand. He left you alone with Irene to go check on other passengers with injuries when a tall man in a hat and black face mask covering his mouth and nose approached you.

“Is she your grandma?” He asked, looking at Irene sadly.

“No, I met her on the plane. She’s a lovely woman.” You spoke, smiling at the old woman. He crouched down next to you, gently running his fingers over a bandage on her hand.

“Is she okay?” He asked, staring at the bandages on her face and arms.

“Yes, the doctor says she’ll be fine.” You said, looking up at him. His eyes were covered by his dark bangs, making it impossible to really see any of his face. But he still looked familiar to you. You shook it off as he sat on the ground next to her legs, draping his arms across his bent knees.

“Want company until she wakes up?” He asked, playing with the sand. You smiled at his childish behavior.

“Sure. Did you get hurt at all?” You asked, hesitantly. He looked up at you shaking his head.

“I got a few scratches on my face, but it’s nothing.” He said, shrugging it off. “How about you? Your arms look pretty tore up.” He said, taking your wrist in his hand to get a better look at the damage.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You said casually. He let go of your wrist and tilted his head at you.

“Did the doctor look at you?” He asked.

“No, I told him others had bigger injuries he should be worrying about.” You laughed, brushing hair out of Irene’s face. You heard him laugh at your response.

“Funny, I said the same thing.” He replied, going back to playing in the sand. You smiled, admiring the way he was so relaxed and calm. Especially under the circumstances.

Later in the night, there was a bonfire and it was announced that there were no casualties. The pilot said the radio had been broken in the crash and fixing it was not possible. You would have to wait for a boat to go by or another plane.

You had spent all day talking to the mysterious guy, even when Irene woke up. You still didn’t know his name, but you felt like you knew him. You sat next to him as everyone surrounded the fire. It didn’t feel like you were stranded, it felt like a big gathering. Everyone was shockingly calm and not worried about help arriving.

Before you knew it, the guy you’d been spending so much time with all day, asked you if you would go for a walk with him. Of course you agreed, you had a small crush on him by now. The way he talked and moved drew you to him. You wanted to know what was under that mask, but you respected his privacy.

The two of you began your walk into the dark, away from all of the people. “You’re not gonna kill me, are you?” You joked, walking beside him. He laughed, shaking his head.

“Why would I kill a pretty girl like you? Everyone would notice you’re gone.” He explained, bumping his shoulder into yours. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

“D- did you just call me pretty?” You stuttered, shocked by his words.

“Mm yeah. Is that okay?” He asked, turning toward you. You smiled, shoving your hands into your pockets.

“Of course. I can’t really return the compliment though. I mean, I haven’t seen your face.” You pointed out, looking at the ground.

“I didn’t say it to get a compliment in return, but if you want to see my face…” He trailed off. You snapped your head up in excitement, making him laugh. “I guess that’s a yes.”

“Sorry, I’m just curios.” You admitted, looking away. You could still see the fire off in the distance and hear people laughing. You felt him take your hands and place them on either side of his head.

“You can take it off it you want to.” He said, giving you permission. Your heart raced as you slowly pulled the fabric straps from behind his ears. When the mask fell, your breath was taken away. You realized why he looked so familiar earlier and your jaw dropped.

“Y- you’re…. Chanyeol…” He giggled at your reaction, making your heart jump to your throat. He nodded, taking his hat off. “Park Chanyeol…. Park Chanyeol called me…. pretty…” You said, putting everything together. He laughed, putting his hands on your shoulders and bending down a little to look in your eyes.

“Yes, because you are. Please don’t let this change anything.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just… I’m so shocked. I love EXO. You guys are part of the reason I was going to Seoul. Because you got me interested in the Korean language and culture and food and music and oh my goodness Park Chanyeol is standing in front me and -” You were cut off by Chanyeol’s lips on yours. His hands cradled your face as his lips pressed against yours perfectly. When he pulled away, you were dazed and utterly satisfied at the turn of events the night had taken.

“Was that okay?” He asked, still holding your face. You smiled, giggling at how cute he was.

“No,” you started, making him frown and his hands went slack against your cheeks, about to fall back to his sides. Quickly, you grabbed his hands to keep them there. “It was perfect.” You finished, watching his face light up. He leaned in, kissing you again, but this time he moved his lips against yours until it turned into a heated make out session.

By the time you pulled away, you were both trying to catch your breath and you were craving more from him. Apparently the kiss had the same effect on Chanyeol because in no time, he had you pressed against a tree as he kissed and bit at your neck. You moaned softly, feeling his member against your thigh, as the boy attacked your neck.

His hands reached behind your thighs, picking you up as you wrapped your legs around him. You ran your fingers through his soft hair, now feeling his arousal between your legs through your jean shorts. “Chanyeol,” you breathed in his ear. He hummed in response before pulling away to look at your face. You bit your lip, thinking of all the ways he could take you right there in the woods. “I need you.” You whispered, causing him to smirk.

“You got it, baby.” He said, putting you down and undoing his pants. You couldn’t believe what was happening as Chanyeol bit his lip, looking at you. He kissed you, pulling you against him by your waist. Pulling back from the kiss, he looked down between the two of you as his hands unbuttoned your shorts. He looked back up at you for confirmation, to which you nodded, before he looked back down and slowly pulled your shorts down until they dropped to your ankles. You quickly stepped out of them, eyes glued to him as he smiled down at you. One hand cupped your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss, as the other trailed down to your white lace panties. His fingers teased you, gliding over the lace before he pushed it aside and pressed a finger into you.

A breathy moan fell from your lips and into Chanyeol’s mouth as he pumped his finger in you. Soon, he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled away from the kiss and ripped your panties down your legs before picking you up again, pushing you against the tree. You gasped as he held you there with one arm while his other hand revealed his hard on. Licking your lips, you anticipated how amazing he was going to feel. He looked you in the eyes before placing a sweet kiss to your lips and slowly pressing himself into you.

You closed your eyes, moaning his name quietly as he filled you up. He groaned in your ear as he sank deeper into you. “Ready?” He breathed in your ear. You simply nodded in response. He slowly started moving in and out of you, making breathe harder and faster. His thrusts got faster before he stopped. “Um can we try a different…” He trailed off. You smiled, knowing it was hard to do it standing up.

“I have the perfect idea.” You whispered. You got your shorts back on and headed for the plane. When you got there, Chanyeol laughed.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” He asked, letting you lead him back inside. Once you were inside, you made sure no one else was in there before you pushed Chanyeol down into a seat.

“Where were we?” You asked, “ah, yes.” Chanyeol laughed as you removed your shorts and panties before straddling him. He quickly undid his pants again and pulled his member out. You eased yourself onto him, feeling him deeper in this new position.

“Shit,” he groaned, dropping his head back against the seat. You smirked, slowly bouncing up and down on him. His hands were on your hips, fingers pressing hard into your skin as he tried to make you go faster. Quickly, you gave into him, letting him control the pace as you leaned down to kiss his neck. “Ah, jagi.” He said urgently, pushing you up off of him as he finished.

You rested your head in the crook of his neck, trying to catch your breath before you got up and got dressed. “I’m gonna go get you something to clean up with.” You smiled, making your way to the bathroom. When you came back and handed him the tissues, he cleaned himself up and did his pants back up. You smiled, “Well we should go back out there.” You said awkwardly, pressing your lips into a line.

As you tried to make your way past him, still sitting, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his lap. You squealed before giggling as he kissed you all over your face. “I’m not ready.” He smiled, holding you in his lap.

“Chanyeol,” you giggled, “what are you doing?” He rubbed his hand up and down your leg as you sat sideways across his lap.

“I just want to sit here with you for a little bit, if that’s okay with you.” He admitted. A huge smile broke out on your face at his words as he leaned in, kissing your nose.

“That sounds perfect.” You smiled, laying your head on his chest as he rubbed your back. Being stranded might not be your worst fear anymore.

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Chapter 19 - Magnets

Allegra finally conked out on her bed… I even tempted to poke her a few times to make sure she was fully asleep for sure.

I checked my phone and saw a text from Mr. Leto.

Bring your swimsuit.

I snagged my bikini from my suitcase and snuck out of the room effortlessly. As I stepped into the spacious living room area, I spotted a pair of bright almond eyes looked back at me in the dim light.

It was Nico.

“Can’t sleep Nico?”

“Uh – yeah,” he spoke hesitantly. I could see that he was holding something behind his back. The silver foil from what looked like a Hershey’s bar.

I grabbed it from behind him.

“Hey!” he started to yell, but quickly hushed himself so he wouldn’t wake anyone.

“Nico, Mom said to stay away from the candy. You’ll be sick!”

“It’s no fair Kerri. You get what you want, but I can’t eat candy.”

I paused dead in my tracks.

“What in the world am I getting?” I asked. Uncertainty tried to creep in, but I wasn’t having it. He’s too young to know what he’s talking about, unless-

“You get to be with Mr. Leto” He squinted his eyes at me.

My heart sank as I nearly choked on my breath.

My little brother. My little, sneaky, blameless – so I thought – little brother was smarter than I ever gave him credit for in his almost 9 years of life here.

“Nico, Mr. Leto and I already went over this with you. We were just-“

“I don’t believe you.” He frowned up his face, partly in confusion, partly upset. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. And he look at you a lot, Kerri. And when you look at him, your eyes do the same thing. It’s like they talk to each other or something.”

He knows, Kerri. It’s either flight or fight.

I busted into forced bent-over, side-splitting laughter.

Nico looked stunned.

“What an imagination you have!” I tried to catch my breath dramatically. “Now I see why mom said to put you in drama camp.”

He put his hands on his hips. “Nuh-uh. It’s the truth. At least I think it is.”

I saw an open door and I walked through it. “Are you kidding? Mr. Leto? Ew, Nico! He’s an adult.”

I could see reason coming over Nico’s face. He was taking the bait.

Yes.

“He’s like dad to both of us. You know that, right?” I stopped and caught myself.

Omg, I’ve turned into Mr. Leto. I sounded just like him when he spoke to Renee.

I shook myself back into the present and looked at Nico who was scratching his head as his little brain went to work on the lies I fed him.

Finally, he rubbed his eyes and said, “I guess you’re right,” he conceded.

Good. I just needed one last detail or sentence or anything to seal this deal.

“And besides, I already have a boyfriend, so it’d be so wrong.”

“Derek?” He asked as his little eyes lit up.

I nodded convincingly.

“Wow. Well that makes sense.”

“See? You got all caught up in a guess.”

I knew exactly what I was getting myself into by telling big-mouthed Nico this, but desperate times call for desperate measures- even if it means Mr. Leto will have a fit.

“Now do I have to tell mom about your candy eating habits?

“No!” he begged.

“Then go to bed and stop making up ridiculous stories!”

“Fine.” He huffed dramatically and ran to his room.

I stayed in the living room until he was out of sight and closed his door.

I looked over across the room to Mr. Leto’s half of the suite. Now it was my turn to be up during the night, but I was going for more than a midnight snack.

I crept through the dark 3 –room luxury suite on my way to Mr. Leto’s area.

I pulled back the slide door that separated his master room from all of ours. I stepped in quickly, sliding the shade shut ever so quietly.

I turned and almost jumped out of my skin as I saw Mr. Leto staring at me from the couch. He just laid there, eyeing me; his face as effervescent as a photograph.

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anonymous asked:

194. hotch. maybe a dash of smut...?

Prompt: “Enjoying the view?”

I hope this is enough!


Originally posted by loveiseternalbutpainful

Aaron sat on the edge of their bed, bare chest damp slightly as he quickly dried his hair with his towel. However, as his dark eyes landed on Y/N just as she lifted her shirt off, lace underwear hugging her body. Catching his lingering eyes in the mirror, Y/N smirked devilishly.

Enjoying the view?” She uttered mischievously, slowly turning to meet his darkening eyes while he smirked up at her.

“Something like that.” He chuckled, his breath hitching when she slowly strutted towards him, her soft curs framing her face as she leant forward, placing her hands on his thighs. She bit her lower lip when his gaze drifted to her lips. His hands grazed up her arms before cupping her face, pulling her into a soft kiss but Y/N squeezed his thighs softly, causing him to attempt to deepen the gentle kiss.

“Already? The show hasn’t begun yet.” Y/N whispered against his lips, pulling away from his face as she parted his thighs with her knee. Aaron glanced up at her with excitement as she ran her fingers through his dark hair, standing over his leg so his thigh was between her legs. She ground her hips against his thigh, Aarons firm hands gripping onto her thigh without a second thought. As she swayed her hips, she gradually placed her hand over his before turning around so her backside was pressed against the growing tent in his boxers, dragging his hand over her own stomach.

“Oh god, Y/N.” Aaron groaned, glancing down as she rocked her hips against his excitement. She couldn’t control the devilish smirk that grew on her face at the rough noise that escaped his throat while she gripped onto his bare thigh. His hands trailed up her waist absent-mindedly as she sat up against him, her back pressing against his chest. Taking the opportunity, Aaron began to kiss across her shoulder, open-mouthed kisses trailing up to her neck.

“Turn around.” He whispered, the soft growl sending shivers up her back as his lips brushed against her ear. Obliging to his commands, Y/N stood up and faced the intoxicated man, his blown pupils scanning down her body.

“What is it, baby?” Y/N asked, unable to control the soft smirk biting at her lips. Wordlessly, Aaron gripped onto her hips, pulling her towards his seated form. He peppered kisses along her stomach, teeth grazing across her skin across the hem of her panties.

“You’re so beautiful.” Aaron whispered against her skin, standing up so that he could continue his attack on her sensitive neck. While he brushed his lips against her neck, his fingers grazed across her back before they landed on the hook of her bra. After unhooking the lacy fabric, he pulled the straps down her prickled arms at an agonisingly slow pace, making her groan slightly in frustration.

“For fuck sake, Aaron.” Y/N giggled, throwing off the fabric before pushing him back down on the bed so he was laid down, his legs dangling off of the side. Following quickly afterwards, Y/N straddled his hips, grinding down firmly against his tented underwear. He groaned uncontrollably, his hands grazing up her waist before cupping her chest firmly, his thumbs flickering over her puckered skin.

“I need you, babe.”

How I made Shiroe’s bag

This is how I made Shiroe’s bag for the cosplay I am making for my boyfriend.

I started of deciding the measurements I wanted on the bag. I ended up making it 14x18x27 cm.

I then draw out the pieces for the sides and the bottom on my fabric and cut them out. The fabric I used was a light brown faux leather.

Before sewing the pieces together I made the straps for the short sides of the bag. The color of the straps is different in every reference picture so I ended up making it out of a dark brown faux leather fabric.

I cut out the straps from the fabric and hemmed the sides. I then glued the straps on to the pieces for the bag with fabric glue.

It was then time to sew the four sides together. I pinned and sewed them together and then pinned and sew the bottom part together with the sides.

I now had the base of the bag but it was not as square as I wanted it.

I measured the inside of the bag and cut out pieces of cardboard (I used cereal boxes for this part) and glued the pieces to the inside of the bag. I made the cardboard pieces a bit shorter than the bag so I later would be able to fold the edges down.

I then cut out the part for the lid out of the fabric, made some long straps in dark brown faux leather and glued them on to the lid part.

I sewed the lid on to the bag and glued down the edges of the base.

To make the lid more stiff I glued some cardboard pieces on it as well and glued in the edges.

To open and close the bag I used some velcro.

And this is how it look now.

I still have to make some details that hang from the bag but so far I am happy with the bag itself.

~Bubblefish

The Jock Strap - Part 3

Following his near miraculous workout, Kurt meandered to the school’s cafeteria for lunch. He felt surprisingly hungry, although given how much weight he just lifted, perhaps not that surprising.

Kurt’s school had a sort of all-day buffet available to students, which was incredibly convenient when classes ran over the usual lunch time. Today was the regular assortment of pizza, french fries, and doughy desserts, and Kurt loaded his tray up with as much food as it could carry along with an extra large soda at the fountain. He then ambled off to an empty table to begin his feast.

He knew he was hungry, but the way he scarfed down his meal was a shock, even to him. Nearly an entire pizza down and just finishing his fries, he let loose one of the loudest, most resonant belches he’d ever heard. All eyes in the cafeteria turned towards the source of the bellowing tone, and Kurt’s face went beet red. He murmured a brief “sorry”, and then dove back into his tray once everyone’s heads had turned away.

After he finished he went to put his now empty tray away and paused. He was somehow still hungry. So he went back for a second round and refilled his soda along the way.


By the time Kurt got home he felt satisfyingly stuffed. He’d been ravenous when he went out to dinner with some friends and had ordered two entrees along with a pitcher of beer to wash it down. His friends were a little curious at this and kept shooting pointed glances while he ate, but Kurt was so hungry he didn’t care.

Now, finally at home, he had the chance to kick back and relax after a long day. He went up to his room, closed the door, and popped open his belt. His distended stomach immediately blew open the button on his jeans, and he let out a contented sigh. Kurt shuffled forward to his desk, letting his jeans fall below his ankles and leaving him in nothing but a food-stained t-shirt and Eric’s cum-stained jockstrap.

Kurt was more than a little tipsy after his pitcher of booze, and had he been sober he might’ve noticed how the clipped straps were cutting into the meat of his ass more than when he’d woke up this morning, the safety pin straining just to stay fastened. He didn’t notice of course, and was instead intent on relaxing in the soft glow of his computer screen while he idly searched for porn, his almost-due math assignment totally forgotten.

Nor did he notice the soft layer of fat that had slowly crept over his middle throughout the day, obscuring his formerly washboard abs. Instead, his focus was on his monitor, where he’d just queued up a video of two truly massive, hairy dudes slamming one another on a sweat-stained sling.

In moments Kurt’s cock was tenting the crusty fabric of the jock strap he still wore. Briefly, he tugged at the mushroom head still encased in cotton, but soon became impatient and flipped his shaft into the open air. So consumed with what he was watching, Kurt also didn’t notice how his hand traveled ever so slightly further than it ever had before, his fingers spread just a little further apart than the last time he gratified himself.

Just as soon as the sling-bound bear came all over his expansive, hairy belly on screen did Kurt let loose his own cream with a low moan, splattering jizz all over his keyboard, his own budding gut, and on the fabric of the well-worn jockstrap. Then he got up and collapsed on his bed where he fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.


The next morning the sun peaked through Kurt’s bedroom window and struck him in the face as he slept. He’d forgotten to close his blinds the night before, and that had left him vulnerable to the sun’s terrible glare. He groggily reached for his phone to check the time and realized it was 10 minutes before his alarm was set to go off.

Disabling the alarm, he brought himself to his feet and realized he was still wearing the same clothes from the night before. He tossed the t-shirt into the laundry and tried to take off the jock strap, but found that it was extremely hard to get his fingers around the straps. The safety pin had clipped back the straps so they were cutting into the skin of his thighs almost painfully.

He reached behind himself to undo the pin and immediately felt relief as it was released, the straps having left angry red lines on his thick legs and buttocks. It seemed odd to Kurt that he had ever needed the pin in the first place, but dismissed the momentary concern to get on with his morning.

Kurt didn’t have classes this morning, and his usual routine was to go for a morning jog before having a healthy breakfast. He put on some shorts and found them to be oddly uncomfortable - the fabric ended well above his knees, and seemed to show off his beefy thighs more than he would have liked. The same happened as he donned a clean t-shirt - the fabric barely concealed his torso, leaving a sliver of flesh at the bottom peeking out. He chalked it up to laundry shrinkage and went downstairs to put on his shoes and get running.

Things kept feeling strange for Kurt as he got underway. Everything was tight and would rub against his body as he ran. He was also getting winded way earlier than he should be, having only been jogging for five minutes. After another few minutes he stopped, gasping for breath a few blocks from his house. This alarmed him more than his shrinking laundry ever could, and he walked back home wondering why his morning felt so strange.

As soon as he got home he stomped back to his room and peeled off clothing that was drenched in sweat despite the fact it was a cool morning and he hadn’t run that long. He then lumbered to the bathroom to wash the gunk he’d accumulated during his jog but forgot to take off the jock strap as he entered the tub.

Again he seemed to gloss over meatier arms and thicker thighs as he scrubbed, eyes oblivious to the mound of fat that had appeared on his middle in less than a day. The jock strap was fitting him better than ever, the pouch filling out far better than it had the day before. As he brought soap to every new inch of his body it was as though he couldn’t see that he was still wearing the now yellow-ish undergarments. Kurt simply ran the soap over them as though they were a part of him.

He stepped out of the shower and caught his reflection in the mirror. It looked like he had a week’s worth of stubble when he’d just shaved a few days ago. Practice was later this afternoon - he’d have to shave it off or coach would throw a fit.

Still, it didn’t seem too bad yet. Maybe he could get away with it for one more day.

He walked back to his bedroom still toweling himself off when he noticed he’d just gotten an email. It was from Erick, and the subject line read “My Jockstrap”.

Kurt froze, his towel slipping to the floor leaving him in nothing but the offending jockstrap. He then went over and clicked open. The body was nothing but a place and a time on campus, and an order to meet there.

He gulped, packed his bags, dressed in clothes that all felt way too small, and made his way to campus.

anonymous asked:

Kelly Mathieson's star princess, seems to be strapless, compared to the usual nude coloured straps all the other West End dresses have had before. Is that a normal thing for a Victorian woman to wear? Have there been cases in the replica production for the star princess to be strapless? It does look quite dreamy though, much better than the previous principal's "Celine Schoenmaker" star princess dress.

It feels like bodice straps is a feature that comes or goes on Kelly Mathieson’s bodice? In some photos it has straps, in others it does not. 

EPK look, without straps, and with the puffed sleeves hanging very low due to the lack of a supporting shoulder strap to attach them to. 


Backstage, without any straps. 


Backstage look, with straps from both bra/singlet and bodice. The latter appears to have falled down, making the puffed sleeves hang a bit too low here as well. 

I don’t know what the exact situation is. Maybe they’re in the process of changing the straps and/or puffed sleeves attached to the straps. Maybe the costume moved/felt better without straps. Maybe they were removed for the EPK. I dunno. But she has at least worn straps at one point. Strapless, the ornate silver trim at the side appeared. So it seems a remodeling happened. 

(I thought for a moment it might be two different bodices, but the placement of the hotstones looks identical, so I guess not)

As for the question on this being period or not… Strapless, sleeveless bodices are far and few in Victorian context. There’s almost always some sort of strap involved, be it a string of beads or a gentle drape, or a thin fabric strap matching that of the bodice. The most “nude” look is probably to be found in the portraits of John Singer Sargent in the 1880s through the 1900s: 

(top: “Madame X” (Madame Pierre Gautreau), 1883-84, from The Met, and bottom: Edna and Betty Wertheimer, 1901, from Tate Gallery)

This is the look of fashionistas and something done for evening wear and parties. It doesn’t represent the general Victorian fashion as such. The preference was more coverage, though a generous cleavage was common. But it goes to show the fashion at least existed. 

papa gâteau - ashton irwin

speaking French between the sheets….

not my gif xx

Summary - Ashton Irwin is a French speaking, rich businessman who apparently owns his own private jet and didn’t take (Y/N) on it.

Word Count - 7,678 (got a lil carried away) 

masterlist - x

(you’ll have to excuse the bad French grammar - I wasn’t about to ask for help on language rules when I’m writing a smutty fan-fiction I’m sure you understand that predicament)

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The Story You Don’t Know by Haenuli - Dress Review

Received this dress not long ago and I decided to get my blog back into some lengthier content; why not do a review on this popular dress? I was nearly going to pass it up because she released an art book of the drawings (I wasn’t able to snatch a hardcover but even the soft cover version had foil cover and inside had frosted pages with some interaction as you flip through it) BUT what did me over is the skeleton torso (not an original element as Dark Box had it back a while ago but I was hesitant to order due to order fulfillment issues from the past I just took a pass at it) and the upside down pentagram straps (always seen stuff with that on the back but never the front!). 

One of my worries was the movement of these ribbons in case any of them were threaded however, they are sewn into the edges of the garment so you can get your nice star every time you put it on! The fabric straps are adjustable in length in the back at three lengths (a bit of an overkill; I’ll probably wear it a few times and remove the extra buttons and keep the one at the length I’d be using). Dress also has POCKETS! :D You can see along the seam of the pocket that the print matches alright - not perfectly but it’s way way way way less disheartening as my AP Royal Castle situation. Both sides of the seam of the skirt isn’t through the cameo and skull art portions so I’m not too fussy about some of it because I think it’s matched up to the wings (where the pocket is) which would be a bigger distraction if that didn’t line up. Going back to the torso, the darts with the ribs weren’t drawn to have a perfect match but both sides are equal and keep that general shape of the ribs vs. fit. (Apologies with the photo I didn’t realize I didn’t swivel the torso completely straight after pulling it over with the mannequin in order to zip it up but it does sit centered properly) Overall I’m pretty content with the dress; it’s gone back to the poly material she’s used for a long time and it does dampen my heart a little bit on it since a few of the other dresses previous were on chiffon and jaquard.

anonymous asked:

Have you happened to come across any fics or headcanon posts about autistic!Adrien? Or would you perhaps have any headcanons for him being autistic?

I have not, in fact! Oddly, now that I think of it; I would’ve expected to see some of them around by now. 

Honestly if I headcanoned anyone in ML as autistic it would probably be Alya (special interests, priority problems, and total lack of appropriate boundaries, anyone?), but Adrien is MADE of socialization issues and canonically “performs” a lot of his behavior instead of behaving naturally–i.e. the good son act and learning to flirt from TV–so I could totally see it for him too. Also, hello impulse control issues and frequent total failure to understand the actual problem! 

Hell, being on the spectrum might even explain why his suit has more things to fiddle with than Ladybug’s; Plagg is aware that his new kitten could get agitated and need a stim toy, and a bell or a loose strap of fabric could be a good stand-in for whatever he uses at home. Or pretends not to be using, depending on where in the house his dad is, probably. :T 

Gabriel clearly does not respond very well to any difficult behaviors, so learning to fake the right ones as well as possible is definitely a thing that Adrien’s done whether he’s autistic or not. Assuming he is and has been diagnosed, his extremely scheduled life might also be a response by Gabriel to attempt to help keep things low-stress for him–if nothing else, Adrien clearly thrives when he knows and understands the “rules” for a situation, even if he doesn’t always enjoy BEING in said situation. He also seems to fare better in fights when Ladybug’s got a plan and he knows his part in it (at least in the episodes I’ve seen), but still has trouble controlling his emotional responses, tends to assume people are being truthful, and frequently states things very bluntly without seeming to understand how they might come across to other people. 

Soooo yeah tl;dr: I haven’t seen any autistic Adrien headcanons around, but more people should write them! A lot of his behaviors do fit the criteria, at least by my understanding of it.