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i’m taking pre-orders for my spd/autism noise muffling beanies/headbands

YO I am so autistic and SO PUMPED that I came up with this product. earbuds and noise cancelling headphones are sensory hell for me, but I have finally figured out how to use only fabric to block out between 50% of sound. but if you order custom, I can adjust the amount of fabric to allow the amount of sound in you want.

the beanies and headbands are made of recycled sweaters!!!

i’ll start making them march 11th and i can have them shipped by march 12th seriously im hyperfocused

plain beanies are $15. plain headbands are $10. beanies with designs are $20. headbands with designs are $13. shipping is free because GREECE but it will also take about a month to get there because GREECE

you can pre-order a plain one, a space themed one, a plant themed one, or an animal themed one (my special interests lol)

OR you can custom order one in your special interest! i’m already making one for someone who really likes monsters and it’s going to have horns and lots of eyes so basically tell me what you’re interested in. custom beanies are $25 and custom headbands are $17. i can also change the fabric or add zippers or snaps or tassles or fringes. really just let your sensory desires run wild my buds

in conclusion i am SO FREAKING HAPPY. i see so many products for autistic people made by allistic people and it’s like??? no. i’m autistic and can’t hold down a job because of my anxiety disorder, so this is my only source of income. i’m also trying to save up money to buy a retired greyhound that is dying so i can give them a good home

etsy shop will be up tomorrow. PLEASE message me with what you want and i will mesage you because i’ll probably have made it in 1-3 days

please sign boost for autistic/spd people who shouldn’t have to deal with uncomfortable and unstylish ear protection!!!

Star spangled brushwork

Summary: You need help painting your apartment, and the weather and Bucky Barnes are both hot. Sniping and sexy times ensue.

Characters: Bucky x Reader
Word count: 3,220
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY. Seriously. If you’re not of legal age, go away, this is not for you.

A/N: It’s my first attempt at smut and smut is hard (no pun intended). Any advice and/ or feedback is always more than welcome. 

Originally posted by maddiekittenlover

After years of saving pennies, working multiple jobs, and one too many nights of boxed wine and Ramen noodles, you had finally, finally, saved enough money for a down payment to buy your own apartment. Sure it was small and on the top floor of an elevator-less building, but it was yours, and that’s what mattered.

In a bid to save money like a responsible homeowner, you also decided to paint the place yourself, and with a little cajoling and a little blackmail concerning that time you filmed him singing ‘Beauty and the Beast’ while he made a PB&J, Bucky grudgingly agreed to help as well.

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ORIGINS OF LUST ੭  YOONGI

Contains : CEO!yoongi, singledad!yoongi, babysitter!reader, SMUT !  

Group : BTS  

Member : Suga/Min Yoongi

Words : + 3k

Summary : Yoongi’s life was amazing, he had to admit. CEO of a rising company, he had everything : money, the love of his daughter, the love of womens. He also had to say that his sexual life wasn’t monotone at all, he had every card in his hands, he controled everything.
But one thing that he couldn’t control was fate, and he quickly realized that when he understood that the new babysitter was one of his one night stands.

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A/N : I live for this gif. You can leave your feedback or requests here ! Please remember that english isn’t my first language.


Captivated, fascinated, charmed, you couldn’t think of enough words to describe the mixture of feelings crashing over your body. Your body was gasping for air, trying to process everything that was happening, your soul was aching to feel his skin against yours.
You hated it, you hated how he had every card in his hands, all the power dripping from his fingers. And he knew it, he knew what he was doing, he knew that the smallest brush from his fingertips on your skin would leave you breathless.

Without knowing anything about your life, he got all of your senses awake, all of you for himself.
Your heart was beating, fast, you never expected anything like that from a one night stand. But here you were, gripping the soft and certainly expensive sheet with your fists.
He had taken one of your sense, the tie you were gripping on earlier now firmly tied behind you head.

Pressing your thighs together, you asked yourself, what was he doing ? Was he carefully watching you, waiting for you to snap and beg for him to touch you ? Was he enjoying how vulnerable you looked on the hotel bed, your black lingerie hugging your body ?
Another though formed in your mind, making you bite your lower lip, was he touching himself ?

Your mind immediatly pictured it, his black jacket on the floor, the first buttons of his white shirt open, revealing his tan skin, where all you wanted to do was leave scratch marks. You portrayed his fingers around his cock, length certainly above average, his pants barely pulled to the middle of his muscular thighs, the boy’s hand moving up and down as he watched you, his cold metal rings contrasting with his hot skin.
Your mind drew a picture of his expression, his head to the side, looking at you through his fringe, his pink lips parted as he tries not to moan, pearls of precum leaking from his tip, as pink as his lips.

You licked your lips, your head slightly moving when you heard the sound of fabric, he was getting up.
The air was thick, and it grew even ticker and hotter when you felt the matress under the boy’s weight, the sent of his stronge cologne took over your odora, all your nerves on the edge, trying to guess his next move.

You felt his breath ghosting over the skin of your cheek, lips parting. You were panting and he hadn’t touch you, you had to hold back a moan when you though about how hard he was probably going to make you come.

A sigh left your lips when his thumb caressed your lower lip, his hands were the second thing you noticed, his long digits decorated with a few silver rings, his eyes a dark color, promising so many things.

“Yoongi.”, you breathed, the whisper breaking the silent. It slipped out from your lips, and Yoongi tsked, his touch disappearing.

“What were the rules ?”, he asked, his voice deeper and clear, cutting the air.

Even if his tie was blocking your view, you closed your eyes, remembering what he had told you before taking away one of your sense. No talking, no touching.

“No talking.”, you whispered, gripping the sheet a bit thighter in your sweaty hands.
Yoongi hummed, the matress shifted as he moved, taking something from the nightstand. From the clinking, it sounded like a glass, the sound soon stopping when he placed it on the console again.
You didn’t know how long you’ve been waiting, trying to keep your hands away from your body, but it felt like the beginning of your release when you felt the tip of his nose under your jaw. Your body jolted when you felt the coldness on your skin, and you tried not to curse when you understood that he was using the ice from his champagne.

Your body focused on where he was dragging the ice cube, both his hands placed on each side of your head, his body towering you.
It was pure torture, your body aching to touch his skin, your nails digging in your palms as your tried not to tangle your fingers in his dark locks.

But Yoongi was testing your limits, seeing how much you could handle, how submissive you could be, he was drinking in your image, hypnotized with how quickly the ice was melting on your skin, leaving a wet trail.

You couldn’t help it when Yoongi left the ice between your breasts, his soft lips ligtly brushing your skin, his hot breath ghosting over the cold water. Your hips bucked, your legs brushing agaisnt the fabric of his pants.

“You really want me to punish you, don’t you.”, he asked, his hands grabbing your hips to pin them on the matress, your body arched, wishing he would move his hands a bit down.
You didn’t respond, not knowing if you should or not, but you soon got the answer as Yoongi grabbed your jaw, “Answer me.”

“No.”, you quickly said, hearing him hum in agreement. You whined when you felt Yoongi move, the heat of his body disappearing. Was he going to let you here, trembling for his touch ? Your eyes widen underneath the fabric blocking your eyes, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, you though.

But all those thoughs vanished when his hand fully made contact with your skin, fingertips caressing from your ankle to your knee, his hand cupping the back of it to hook it on top of his hip. His torso brushed over your chest as he lowered himself, a sigh leaving your mouth when his lips pressed under your jaw.
Between your legs, you could feel his boner under the rough fabric of his pants, fighting with yourself, trying not to buck your hips against his.

Instand, you tried to focus on the little satisfactions he was giving you, condensing your attention on his lips leaving kisses down your neck. Your head moved backwards, giving him full access to your skin, which he immediatly took to his advantage, biting on the skin were your neck and shoulder met.

You hissed at the pain, but somehow, your body begged for more, your breath hitching, your chest rising and falling. His lips met the skin of your collarbone, where he started sucking, your hand flying to your mouth to contain a moan.

Your senses were so awake that you felt Yoongi smirk against your skin, placing a single kiss on the mark before leaving your skin.

“Do you want me to take it off ?”, he asked, refering to the tie. You nodded, even if you knew that he wouldn’t simply take it off without asking anything in return.

“Words.”, he harshly said.

“Yes.”, you whispered, biting your lips.

“Be a good girl and I’ll take it off.”, he hummed.

His hand cupped your cheek, your head leaning towards it. “Now tell me what you want.”, he said, his thumb tracing your lips.

“I want to suck your cock.”, you said, bluntly, but visibly, your works affected him, hearing him take a deep breath, his thumb momentarily stopping any movement.

“How can I say no to this.”, he said, regaining his act together. You licked your lips as he softly took your hand, pulling you towards him. Your legs swang out off the bed, your feet feeling the soft carpet.

“Get on your knees for me.”, he asked, still holding your hand as you did so.

“Hands behind your back.”, he instructed, and you held your hands behind your back, hearing the zipper of his jean.
A sigh left his lips, he was touching himself, a groan leaving his lips when you opened your mouth.

“You’re so eager.”, he chuckled, “Look at you, ready to suck my cock. You want it, so bad.”

His fingers still wrapped around his cock, he placed his tip on your lower lip, a drop of pre-cum dripping on it. Instinctively, your closed your lips, tongue wrapping around his tip, tasting the salty pre-cum, making you moan around his cock.

Yoongi immediatly took a fistful of your hair, taking control. But in the back of your head, you knew he would at least lose a bit of control, you also knew what you were doing.

After sucking of his tip, you took a deep breath, starting to bob your head. And you were right, his length was definitely above average, wishing you could wrap your hand around what you couldn’t take.

You relaxed your jaw, focussing on Yoongi’s reaction. You couldn’t see his expression, but at least, you could hear him. It started with regular sighs, quickly transforming into heavy breaths, whines and full moans.
You couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride, who knew that you could get a man like Yoongi to moan like that under your touch.

His whimpers were making your heart quicken, your panties starting to feel uncomfortable.

Yoongi bucked his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat. The action making you moan around his dick, the vibrations making Yoongi groan. Moans and groans filling the hotel room, he took several deep breaths before talking, “Stop.”, he said, breathless, his hand leaving your hair.

Unwillingly, you opened your mouth, catching your breath. Yoongi was also trying to catch his breath, his fingers grabbed your chin, indicating you to get up, his arm wrapped around your back, leaving a single kiss in the corner of your mouth, teasing you.

His other hand finally grabbed his black tie, taking it off of your eyes. Releaved, you blinked, your eyes immediatly finding Yoongi’s. His eyes were filled with lust, pupils dilated. His lips were parted, red from all the biting and kissing, sweat starting to form.

Yoongi leaned in, capturing your lips, and you quickly kissed back, moaning at his soft lips. He immedialty obtained dominance, his tongue exploring your mouth.
Your hand grabbed the fabric of his shirt, but before your could take it off, he detached his lips from yours, eyes hooded, “Get on the bed.”

Quickly climbing on the matress, you leaned your back against the headboard, watching in awe as Yoongi took off his shirt.
Button by button, exposing his smooth skin. You wished you could touch his skin, drag your nails along it, kiss every bit of his skin.

But Yoongi had something else in mind, climbing on the bed after throwing the fabric on the floor, sitting at the end of the bed. Cocking your head to the side, you looked at him with a questionning look.

“Touch yourself.”, he asked. And your breath got caught in your throat, biting your lips.
Your head was spinning, all you wanted was his touch, his fingers, his tongue or his cock, anything, you needed a release, but if the only way was to touch yourself, you were too desperate to decline.

Your fingers played with the hem of your panties, the other grabbing the sheet, your clit was throbbing, but you wanted to tease Yoongi a litte, seeing that he was also about to touch himself again.

“Spread your legs.”, asked Yoongi, and you did so, shamelessly parting your legs and exposing the wet patch on your panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”, gasped Yoongi.

Catching your lower lip between your teeth, you started to rub yourself through the fabric, carefully watching as Yoongi’s hand started to move up and down, his tip as red as his lips.

You couldn’t tease yourself anymore, your fingers sneaking under your panties. A moan tumbled from your lips as the tip of your digits started rubbing circle on your clit, trying to keep your eyes open.
Yoongi’s movements immediatly escalated, his hand pumping up and down, his mouth dropping open, a heavy breath escaping.

“How does it feel ?”, asked Yoongi, tongue liking his lips, eyes glued on your movements.

“So good.”, you gasped, rubbing faster, a moan following your words. Spreading your wetness, you allowed two fingers to enter your heat, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“Fuck, I can hear how wet you are.”, breathed Yoongi, a groan coming from his lips.

“I wish it was your fingers.”, you confesed, moving your fingers faster. Sweat was starting to form on your forehead, your body burning.
A smirk on Yoongi’s face appeared, as his thumb spread his pre-cum on his shaft. “Yeah ?”, he asked, “Only my fingers ?”

“Your tongue, your dick.”, you breathed, unable to form a full sentence, to focused on the pleasure you were receiving.
The men moaned, his head dropping backwards.

The knot on your stomach was growing bigger and bigger, and soon, you were feeling your walls tighten around your fingers, your eyes closing.

You felt your Yoongi move in front of you, but you didn’t pay attention, too focused on reaching your release, but suddently, you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping your movements.

Your eyes flew open, eyes wide, breath uneven as you stared at Yoongi, feeling the promise of your release fade away.
As you were about to talk, Yoongi crashed his lips against yours, soft lips aggressively kissing you. Biting your lower lip, he pulled back, catching your eyes. His eyelids were as heavy as you, lips as swollen as you.

“Fuck, I’m going to wreck you.”, moaned Yoongi, head dropping to the crook of your neck.

Pulling your hand out of your panties, he after got rid of his pants, grabbing a condom from his wallet. You, on the other side, quickly kicked off your panties,letting your back rest on the matress, before Yoongi towered over you.
His hand sneaked behind your back, swiftly taking your bra off, tossing it beside the bed.

His lip immediatly wrapped around your nipple, sucking, toying with the other with his fingers.
You arched your back, your hand intertwining with his hair, a groan coming from his chest when you tugged at it.

He didn’t seem to care about the rules anymore, the act slowly crumbling down.
“Yoongi.”
, you moaned, catching his attention.
Leaving your nipple, he hummed, before kissing down your neck.

“Please.”, you begged, closing your eyes, you were craving to get your release. By now, you knew that he would ask for words, so you took the matters in your own hands.

“Please, Yoongi, I need you.”

Truth be told, he couldn’t wait any longer either, aligning himself with your entrance after putting a condom on, he waited for your nod to push in. Both hands on each side of your head, eyes closed, he waited before starting to move his hips.

“God, you feel so good around me.”, he cursed, hips rocking back and forth.
Head thrown back, you didn’t care about staying at least a bit silente, loud moans filling the room alongside Yoongi’s groans.
Quickly, way too quickly, the knot in your stomach started to form again, threatening to release at any moment. But you wanted to last longer, feel his cock slid in and out of you longer, keep the feeling of his skin against yours longer, hear his moans longer.

Yoongi wasn’t going to last either, the feeling of your walls driving him to his edge, he trying to muffle his moans in the crook of your neck.

Heavy breaths right beside your ear, his thrusts were growing slower and deeper, chassing his release.
Wrapping your leg around his waist, he started hitting a deeper spot each time, your mouth falling agape.

“Yoongi, I’m gonna cum.”, you warned, a loud cry tumbling from your lips.

His movements immediatly escalated, snapping his hips faster, eager to feel you come around him.

“Cum for me.”, he said through gritted teeth, and you couldn’t hold back any longer, coming around Yoongi. Your mouth fell open, eyes shut, small dots blurring your vision, and Yoongi followed soon after, his loud moan filling the room.


“Daddy !”, screamed the little girl, bouncing around the living room. Her footsteps ehoed through the silent living room, her voice louder as she ran to her father.
Yoongi lazily smiled, resting his head on the couch, and he swore to himself, he would never ever party at the end of the week-end again. His muscles were still half asleep, eyelids heavy, all of his thoughs blurried with the lack of sleep.

Rubbing his eyes, he sighed before looking at his watch, the metal shinning under the cold rays of the morning sunlight. 

She should be here in 5 minutes, if she wasn’t the late type of person.

The little girl climbed the couch, sitting on her father’s lap, grabbing his wrist to inspect the strange object.

He was waiting for his new babysitter, he couldn’t bring his daughter to work anymore. Sure, he was the boss and all, but he liked to keep things professional and clean, and having a crying child in his arms during an important meeting wasn’t the definition of those two words.

He wasn’t used to let his daughter alone, he knew that he was only leaving her with a babysitter for a few hours and not for days but he still felt strange. Now, he was used to dress his daughter, bring her to work, where his employees were fond of her. He was used to having her around his office, and he didn’t know if the place would be too silent for him without her.

On the other hand, the little girl didn’t care at all, she didn’t seem to be too sad about letting her father go to work without her. Maybe she was more excited to meet a new person, even if it was another adult and not someone of her age.

Finally, someone rang at the door, and Yoongi quickly got up, taking the little girl in his arms.
Quickly, he reached the white door, she was just in time but he had just a few minutes before being late to work, which, again, wasn’t really important since he was the boss.

Kissing his daughter on the cheek, he opened the door, his eyes not leaving the expression of his giggling daughter. But eventually, she turned her attention to the person waiting at the door, her father following her gaze.

And his jaw dropped,

“Y/N ?”

anonymous asked:

OK this may sound odd but what fabric shops would you recommend in the LA area. I know you no longer live here but any advice helps, since joanns does have its limits in fabric options and in your experience is it any cheaper than Joanns or am I paying just as much?

The garmet district is what you want to do. 

Shopping in LA Fabric District

What you want to do is – HIT UP MICHAEL LEVINES FIRST BUT DONT BUY ANYTHING. Maybe pick up your pattern. Check out how much fabric you need according to the pattern, etc etc. Search the store for the fabric you need, even if you see a perfect match, leave it, don’t buy it. Trust meeeee. You’re basically making this your garaunteed last resort. I know it already seems a great deal compared to Joanns’ money grubbing prices, but trust me.

Head out to the streets and start walking up and down 9th. From Maple to San Pedro. CHECK EVERYWHERE. North shops usually have the best SPANDEX and stretch fabrics, lace and sequins. SOUTH shops usually have upholestry, leather and vinyl (there’s exceptions but this is what I noticed.) 

I garauntee you any stock of fabric at Levines is avaliable in all the surrounding stores and they will sell it way short for a bargain! 

PROTIP: Never say yes first. If you ask one of the workers in the off stores “How much is this a yard?” and they say “12,” even if thats an amazing price, still just nod and say “Thanks” and start walking away like you dont want it. They WILL ALWAYS go lower. They’ll start telling you “11! 10– 8 for you!” Especially if they know you want 2-3 yrds or more.  But don’t get intimidated either, they’ll try to corner you into saying yes. Just wave them off, tell them “Ill take a picture and come back? I just wanna compare.”  Seriously, even if you see the perfect one at one of these places for the best price, just wait until you hit all the stores. You have no idea how many times i bought something and regretted it 5 minutes later when I saw an even better version. 

Second Protip: When they ask you how many yard you want, always say 2-3. Even if you need seven. Because they’ll give it to you for cheaper if you only want that much. Then when you say, okay, ill buy it for 4 bucks a yard, as he’s measuring it out, then say “ACTUALLY can I get 5?” 

Here’s some of my favorites:

L.A. Alex has the CHEAPEST notions. Zippers, elastic, velcros, thread, muslin, etc. They are AWESOME for all extra stuff you need. Way cheap. 

JOURNAL has some of the most interesting fabric on the block, unique textiles like dancewear or lace, usually exclusive to them. This is where I found that rare ass pre-pleated suede fabric for Kylo Ren’s sleeves and the awesome shimmer-non-sparkle spandex for Miraculous Ladybug. 

.99 Fabric a yard. Literally as it says. 99cents a yard biittcchhh. I ALWAYS hit this place up because you always need cheap ass broadcloth, poplin, CHIFFON or Taffeta. He’s got it all man. Its awesome for basic shit. 

City Fabric has the best FUR and FLEECE selection you’ve ever seen. 

Mora Tex is a favorite of mine. The guy here loves cosplayers and the fabric I get here is always rich and stunning looking. I bought my Astrologian Velvet, Dishonored purple and grey suede. Kylo’s outer tunic, Rey’s tunic and shoe wool, Lavellan’s trespasser tunic, and so much NICE suiting. Basically any heavier, richer type fabrics you can probably find here. 

Trim 2000 Plus is the place I found my Inquistor buttons. This place is like a gold mine for buttons. They have the most interesting shit for super cheap. I spent like 5 bucks on both Emily and Corvos diamond cufflinks and royal button getup here.

Jerry’s all Trims. My favorite trim store!!!  He has everything! Belts too! Great for any trims, tassles, or piping you made need. AND HE LETS YOU BUY THE WHOLE ROLL OR BY YARD. I bought all the leather cord here for our Solas necklaces. And every gold piece of my Astrologian cosplay.

SOME TECHNICAL ISSUES:

-Parking in LA FABRIC district is hell on earth. The spots up by Jerry’s All trims is my secret spot, those are usually free (2 hr maximum). You can check side spots too, like between maple and san pedro, but don’t feel bad about pulling into a parking structure and paying the 7 bucks. Its not so bad. 

-Stores close around 6:00 on weekdays and saturdays. 

-WHILE PARKING IS FREE ON SUNDAY. A lot of these shops aren’t open. LA Alex and the the button store are closed for example. Button store is also closed mondays for some reason? AND EVERYTHING CLOSES BY 4 ON SUNDAY. 

-AWAYS bring cash. Lots of stores don’t take card. Or they will charge you extra for using it. There are ATMs inside some stores. But the service fee is like 3-5 bucks. YUCK. 

-Theres a random costume shop on 9th street that sells gloves. SKIP THIS. I know your tempted to buy everything at once, but this guy is way overpriced. Order your gloves on ebay for $1, trust me. 

-Best time to go is in the morning on a weekday, if you can manage it. Saturdays are hecka busy but that sometimes it a great thing cause the shops are ready to bargain.

-North of San pedro is NOT A GOOD AREA. Don’t park there. And if you’re leaving to go to Little Tokyo afterwards, turn around, take another street. 

This.

For Captive Prince Week Day 3 
Kings / “It was one kingdom, once.”
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Laurent slinks into their shared rooms in Arles and sends a narrow glare toward the afternoon sun spilling in through the windows. He is early; Damen hadn’t expected him to return until evening.



“Laurent?” He doesn’t say more. Laurent is scowling, two long fingers pressed to his temple as he seats himself on the nearest flat surface. His boots come unlaced through the halfhearted tugging of his free hand and he kicks them off to land along the far wall. He discards his crown more carefully, placing it gently on a nearby table.



“Close them,” Laurent snaps, gesturing to the curtains with a flick of his wrist. Damen stands to do so, tugging the heavy fabric together to block out the light. Laurent relaxes visibly, his rigid posture sinking into something loose and exhausted. He exhales heavily and tips back his head to rest upon the high back of the chair he’s in.



Damen’s fingers come to rest at his hairline and creep down to massage his temples. “That bad?”



“I’m beginning to understand your frustration with our policies.” Laurent’s voice is still tight, but his breathing comes easier now. Damen continues his massage.

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my fellow autistic loves i will literally sew you a noise muffling beanie or headband that is all fabric and blocks out 50% of sound for $15 and $10 respectively for plain knit. $20 and $13 for space, plant, or animal themed ones. or $25 and $17 respectively for ones in YOUR SPECIAL INTEREST

also i’m totally willing to accomodate fabric needs. let’s all stay sensory stable my friendos

shipping is free but it takes a month (to the states) or like two weeks (europe) because i live in greece

message me if you want one i’m taking pre-orders!!! i will start making them march 11th, aka tomorrow, and they’ll be ready to ship by the 12th!!!

im trying to support my autistic self and also get this therapy dog that’s a retired greyhound that’s at the end of their life and needs a place to stay so please!!! spread the word because conventional noise mufflers are so uncomfortable.

Sex on fire

Originally posted by nellaey

It is my birthday but you guys gain the gift!


Warnings: Smut, fire play, knife play, spiting

Tagging @whenimaunicorn as you asked :)



I jumped back, dodging a pillar that fell on the same spot I was standing seconds ago with a chuckle. The place was a chaos, each corridor filled with vikings destroying and burning things. As usual, I left the savagery for the men and went to do my favorite thing: explore.

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oliveristhisstupid  asked:

I really want to cosplay Shego from Kim Possible, but I don't know where to start on her bodysuit. Any advice or links would help, thank you!

Hello there!

I would recommend using a commercial pattern and modifying it. This one is going to take a bit of patterning prowess to get the colorblocking to look right, so you’ll likely need to make a mockup (or two) to make sure you get the fit correct. Sadly, since the colorblocking is such a unique pattern and the seams don’t cross areas that there would normally be seams, you probably won’t be able to simply sew together a seamed pattern with different colors for the different parts. I would recommend getting a pattern with as few seams as possible for this reason, so that you don’t have to worry about making sure that tiny pieces that cut across the seams already on the pattern line up.

I would get a cheap spandex knit similar to what you are planning on making the suit out of, make a mockup, make sure it fits perfectly, and then use that to base your pattern off of. Wear the suit, and have a friend help you to draw the lines for the colorblocking. Be sure to add notices to make sure that everything lines up once it is is reassembled. Add seam allowance just to the newly-cut edges, mark which pieces need to be cut in green and which in black, and use this as your pattern for the final suit.

This is the type of patterning that is entirely possible to do flat if you know how, but doing this method should make it easier to visualize exactly where each piece is supposed to go and where the seam placements need to be, and you know that the fit will be correct once it is assembled.

Also take a look at the bodysuit section of our site: http://www.cosplaytutorial.com/list/bodysuits.php

As for how to choose and work with knit fabrics, I have a panel about that right over here: 
https://fabrickind.tumblr.com/post/161757689089

I hope that helps! Good luck :]

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Can the brain feel it? The world’s smallest extracellular needle-electrodes

A research team in the Department of Electrical and Electronic Information Engineering and the Electronics-Inspired Interdisciplinary Research Institute (EIIRIS) at Toyohashi University of Technology developed 5-μm-diameter needle-electrodes on 1 mm × 1 mm block modules. This tiny needle may help solve the mysteries of the brain and facilitate the development of a brain-machine interface. The research results were reported in Scientific Reports
on Oct 25, 2016.

(Image caption: Extracellular needle-electrode with a diameter of 5 μm mounted on a connector)

The neuron networks in the human brain are extremely complex. Microfabricated silicon needle-electrode devices were expected to be an innovation that would be able to record and analyze the electrical activities of the microscale neuronal circuits in the brain.

However, smaller needle technologies (e.g., needle diameter < 10 μm) are necessary to reduce damage to brain tissue. In addition to the needle geometry, the device substrate should be minimized not only to reduce the total amount of damage to tissue but also to enhance the accessibility of the
electrode in the brain. Thus, these electrode technologies will realize new experimental neurophysiological concepts.

A research team in the Department of Electrical and Electronic Information Engineering and the EIIRIS at Toyohashi University of Technology developed 5-
μm-diameter needle-electrodes on 1 mm × 1 mm block modules.

The individual microneedles are fabricated on the block modules, which are small enough to use in the narrow spaces present in brain tissue; as demonstrated in the recording using mouse cerebrum cortices. In addition, the block module remarkably improves the design variability in the packaging, offering numerous in vivo recording applications.

“We demonstrated the high design variability in the packaging of our electrode device, and in vivo neuronal recordings were performed by simply placing the device on a mouse’s brain. We were very surprised that high quality signals of a single unit were stably recorded over a long period using the 5-μm-diameter needle,” explained the first author, Assistant Professor Hirohito Sawahata, and co-author, researcher Shota Yamagiwa.

The leader of the research team, Associate Professor Takeshi Kawano said: “Our silicon needle technology offers low invasive neuronal recordings and provides novel methodologies for electrophysiology; therefore, it has the potential to enhance experimental neuroscience.” He added, “We expect the development of applications to solve the mysteries of the brain and the development of brain–machine interfaces.”

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CHBL Jammer Coat

The CHBL Jammer Coat is a piece of clothing that enables its user to disappear: Google cannot find you anymore. The piece is made of metallized fabrics, which are blocking radio waves and shielding the wearer against tracking de¬vices. You are no longer reach¬able on your mobile phone and no information from your credit card can be captured. The Wave Circle pattern of the fabric gives an illusion of strange multiple body parts, which hides and frees the individual physicality.

Time to Say Good-Bye

((Remember this? I suggest listening to something like this while reading.))

The sound of fabric rubbing together momentarily blocked out the sound of ticking as Dan picked at something on one of his gloves. He’d long since escaped his thermos, and Clockwork had let him stay at the clock tower so long as he didn’t destroy it or go messing around with time. Considering both that Dan liked being free and his existence was now tied to the timeless citadel, he begrudgingly avoided doing so.

Today, it was just Dan and Clockwork in the clock tower since Danny wasn’t visiting. Clockwork wasn’t the most talkative person by himself, and Dan wasn’t a conversationalist. Which meant that it was quiet. Dan was fine with that. Lounging in the top of the relatively stationary gears of the clock tower picking at his gloves was fine by him.

“Dan, I’m going to visit Danny,” cut through the silence. He looked down at Clockwork, who was floating in front of one of his screens. Pictures of Danny, his friends, and Clockwork over the years adorned the console below it. A few even included Dan. “Would you like to come with me?”

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The Kids Are Alright  (Part 1)

Originally posted by blackandeath

Summary: Stiles is a single dad just trying to raise his little girl right. You’re a single mom in a new town doing your best to stay up with a rambunctious toddler. When your kids become friends on the first day of kindergarten, where will it lead you and Stiles?

Author’s Note: It’s finally here!!!! This is my single dad!Stiles x single mom!reader AU. I am so pumped to finally get this project started. The series won’t be too long, but I have some really great ideas. PLEASE let me know what you think! Enjoy ;)

Warnings: Fluff; poor attempt to write in child-speak?

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“Henry?” I called, turning around frantically. “Henry, have you seen your backpack? I swear I put it by the door this morning so we wouldn’t forget it.” I let out a frustrated sigh as I saw the clock. We were already running behind. The sound of little shoes running across the floor made me snap my head up.

“It’s on my back, Momma!” Henry said as he came to a stop in front of me. I couldn’t stop the smile that split that my face if I had tried at the sight of my little man all dressed and ready for his first day of kindergarten. “Dats why it’s called a backpack.”

“You’re right,” I laughed, bending to press a kiss to the top of his head. “Okay, let Mommy get a couple pictures and then we’ll go.” Henry put on his best smile as I took a picture, tears welling up in my eyes at the thought of my baby growing up.

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Down and Dirty

Masterlist

Paring: Theo x Reader

Warning: Contains Smut

Summary: Hi love, i love your blog! can you write a Theo imagine where the reader and him teases the other one sexually and they have rough sex? ly ♡


All morning you swore Theo had been teasing you, whether it be certain looks he’d give or something a bit more obvious like his hands brushing your skin. But what really made you overthink the most were the few phrases that rolled of his tongue so easily, that could very well have several double meanings attached. Mixing your morning coffee with a spoon, Theo came out of the bedroom wearing nothing but his grey sweats, sat down on the couch and made himself comfortable. As the scene was unfolding in front of you, all that was racing through your mind were inappropriate curse words.

There was only one way that proved effective in this particular situation, sneaking past Theo so he wouldn’t be alarmed you rummaged through the drawers, changed into a fresh pair of lingerie and effortlessly wore on of his shirts. Cliche, you were aware but it worked every.single.time. Making your back Theo’s eyes were glued to the screen, smirking oh how that was about to change. Dropping down on the couch, he was pretending to not notice. Taking it up a notch you leaned against the pillow at the head of the couch, and spread your legs on his. Seeing his reaction made you excited, he was beginning to crack, the signs were all over his face. Innocently wiggling around, you had to bite the inner corner of your lip to prevent from bursting into a fit of giggles.

He started to shift, indicating that your “innocent” moves were affecting him. Moving around one last time, that did it. Theo grabbed your leg moved his hand on up and was hovering over you before you could utter a word. “Are you sure you want to play this game, babygirl?”. He asked, low and in a hushed tone.
Your toe danced along his sweatpants waistband, while still keeping eye contact with your boyfriend who let a hiss slip from his lips. “As you wish”, he uttered smashing his mouth onto yours. Tongues battling for the reward of dominance, naturally he won or more like you let him. Today you weren’t in the mood for soft, caring, loving Theo - you wanted the passionate, rough, no holding back side.

Breaking the long heated battle, you pushed Theo so his back was resting on the couch. Straddling him, his large hands wasted absolutely no time in exploring your body underneath his shirt. You could sense frustration coming from him, and without any warning he stood up carrying you with him and your back had now the support of the living room wall.

“God you drive me crazy”, he mumbled as he ripped opened his own shirt that was now hanging loosely off your frame. Moving on he attacked your bare stomach and chest with kisses. “Theo, babe not to sound pushy but bedroom now!”. Was all that you said as each kiss Theo placed turned rougher, he obeyed instructions and kicked open the bedroom door, dropping you onto the bed and wasted no time in dropping his sweats to the floor leaving him in nothing but black boxers, that were restricting the one part of him that so badly wanted to be set free. “It’s such a turn on when you take charge babygirl”, he whispered as his hand rubbed against the thin fabric that was blocking your private area. Groaning as the ever growing pool of need was filling up, you took his words into account and took some much required action.

Letting you swap positions, straddling Theo was always your favourite thing to do. It worked out well for the both of you. Not only were you able to assert dominance over him every once in a while, but Theo also had a great view and loved to watch you being in control of every move. Slowly removing your own underwear as well as his, by the end of that little tease Theo was licking his lips and wiggling underneath you. “I don’t think right now is the moment to be taking things slow baby”, he frowned and started roaming his hands on your body. Slapping them away, he growled to indicate he was getting extremely impatient. However tonight was all about rough Theo and for that to happen he had to be teased. Leaning in so your breasts were close enough to his face, lust was written all over his eyes. “Behave Theo or otherwise I’ll stop what I’m doing and leave you here all hot and bothered”.

You had never done this before in front of Theo, but you knew this would drive him to the edge. Sliding down his body, you spread your legs apart and gave him a full view. Taking a deep breath the next move had Theo stunned, inserting a finger in, you started to pleasure yourself, moaning and panting as much as possible. Another finger joined and that’s when Theo lost it. He pinned you down and slammed his lips on yours, his tongue battled with yours. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve seen”, he admitted. “But now it’s my turn to taste babygirl”. And he did just that, lowering his head the difference between you pleasuring yourself and Theo was massive. “My god Theo!”, was all that you managed to say as 3 fingers joined in on the party he was providing down there.

After Theo cleaned up the mess from the high you just had come down from, he didn’t let one second pass before he inserted his member into your core. It started off slow, like perhaps he was unsure or even afraid to let his inner beast out - so to speak. But once he realized that tonight you wanted him to not hold back, that’s when the pace quickened. “Say my name baby, in fact I want you to scream it”. Knowing that denying Theo would make him mad, it excited you and sent more pleasure waves up your body. Smirking, you used all the strength you could and kissed his neck and gripped his shoulders. “If you want me to scream you name, then perhaps do something worth screaming about”. You wanted to see his face, and boy did he look pissed. “You want rough babygirl? Then it would be my pleasure to give you just that, just don’t say I didn’t warn you”.

Thrusting deep as he could, your sweet spot was being hit over and over again sending your mind into a completely frenzy. Things around the room where becoming a blur and your knuckles were turning white from scrunching up the bed sheets so hard. You reached your peak, along with Theo and refrained from screaming his name. That only angered him more, so he started the whole process again. Mouth, then fingers and tongue. None of those were giving you any chance to catch your breath. You knew his plan, Theo was driving you over-stimulation, from previous experiences he knew 3 was your limit. “Say my name and I’ll stop”, he demanded. Your body was beginning to get sore, this was rough Theo and that’s what you wanted tonight.  However you weren’t backing down so easily. “I’m fairly certainly Stiles could do a better job than this”. Theo paused, slid out his fingers and growled. This time it was lower, more dangerous, like he was ready attack. “Your seriously thinking about Stilinski right now?”.

That certainly was all the motivation he needed, Theo once again thrust deep and each movement made the headboard collide with the wall. Starching all down his back, you arched your own and beads of sweat were glistening not just on your body but Theo’s as well. Your bundle of nerves were growing and you could feel this climax, with one final push he sent you over the edge, finally causing you to scream his name. “I think that was the best sex we’ve ever had”, you breathed after things had calmed down.

Turning over you watched as Theo’s chest rose up and down, he slid his arm around your waist pulling you in. “I’m not so sure you’ll be saying that in the morning”. Both of you chuckled at how true that fact was. But right now, you didn’t care about how sore your body was going to be. All that you cared about was laying right next to you.

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保護者, 紅雀, 獣  (Protector, Red Sparrow, Beast)

Here is Koujaku’s quilt!  I’m really happy with how his quilt turned out, and I had a ton of fun picking fabric for it!  I designed Koujaku’s quilt with three blocks using the Snail Trail block pattern (it was supposed to represent his peony tattoo but oh well): one to represent his route within the game, and one each for his good and bad endings.  I intentionally picked fabrics so that each block would get progressively darker, because each end of the quilt is such an extreme.  All of the fabrics in this quilt are Asian-themed fabrics by Robert Kauffman, Red Rooster, Kona, and Timeless Treasures, except for the scissor-print in the back (it’s a Moda, which I’ll get to!).  I tried to stick with more traditional-looking fabrics, without going too modern because a. Koujaku is very traditional and b. he’s an old man! (sorry Koujaku, I say that with love! ^_^) The name of this quilt is written in Japanese Kanji on the front lower right corner of each block.  Before I really start rambling, I’ll start with the center block, as it’s really the focal point of the quilt. 

This block represents Koujaku’s main route in the game.  The Japanese Kanji written on this block is Koujaku’s name, which means “red sparrow”.  I used a mixture of light and darkish fabrics, because of Koujaku’s happiness at seeing Aoba again, but throughout his route having to face his tortured past and those responsible. I’m especially proud of the gold-print fabric and the bird-print fabric I found.  The gold print fabric is supposed to mirror the belt that Koujaku wears around his waist, and upon seeing the bird fabric I immediately thought “BENI!”. Also, you’ll notice that within this block, there are two fabrics used that are also used in the “good end” block, the prints are exactly the same, just the colors are different :D Now, depending on the choices you make for Aoba in Koujaku’s route, you end up with either: 

Koujaku’s good ending: I chose the name “protector” for this block because of how much Aoba means to Koujaku.  After Aoba saves Koujaku from the tattoos completely controlling him, Koujaku finally opens up to Aoba and he can begin to move forward.  As they build their life together, Koujaku will be fiercely protective of Aoba, and Aoba will be there every time Koujaku begins to doubt his worth as a human being because of his past, no longer having to suffer alone.  I wanted no darkness in this block, only bright and colorful fabrics, because Koujaku finally, for the first time in several years, has a real chance to find happiness and peace.  

Unless of course you’re like me and find BeastJaku incredibly sexy so you prefer: 

Koujaku’s bad ending: I immediately knew I wanted this block to be devoid of any brightness or happiness, because unfortunately both Aoba and Koujaku lose themselves in this ending, and both suffer (though Shiroba might believe otherwise).  However, when I saw the cherry-blossom print, I thought it fit oddly well with the rest of this block’s fabrics, even though it shines because of the gold.  In a way, this can kind of be interpreted as being fabric for Shiroba, because he loves this version of Koujaku.  The black and grey fabric is a Kona and the print is called “Good Fortune”, which I thought was a delightfully cruel twist for this block, as Koujaku’s bad ending is anything but good fortune.  To finish it off, I splattered red paint all over the block, as it tends to get a bit bloody in BeastJaku’s cell.  I gave serious thought to taking my scissors and actually carving a little bit into the block to make it look as if BeastJaku himself sliced into it , but I didn’t want to weaken the integrity of the stitches.

Finally, when I saw the Moda scissor-print, I immediately knew this was going to be the back fabric for this quilt!  Koujaku works as a hairdresser, so I thought this would complete the quilt nicely.  I know the scissors printed on the back are craft scissors and not hairdresser’s shears, but I still think it works, hehe!

This quilt has simple quilting lines, with one line going through each of the black strips surrounding the three blocks, again symbolizing the choice the player has to make throughout the game.  

I bought a ton of fabric to make this quilt, so I’m offering this one for sale! :D It measures 52.25 inches long by 18.25 inches wide (or 132.7 cm x 46.4 cm) If you would like to purchase this quilt, please send me a message.  

I would like to give a huge thanks to @lintmaster1989 for letting me pester her with progress pics of this quilt, in addition to helping me name it!  Also a huge thank you to @impulsive-temper, I used this beautiful fan art of yours to help with the color palette for each of the blocks.  Finally, I want to thank everybody in the DMMD fandom for liking and reblogging all my progress pictures of this quilt!  I really appreciate it!!!  

One more thing:  This is a super interesting post about Koujaku’s peony tattoo and it’s real-life application to Japanese yakuza.  Thank you @ayuuria for this awesome read!  It really helped me when designing this quilt!  

Winter Nights

A suggestion sent to me from magicalstranger13, the awesome possum that she is, via story/epilogue for the-lady-princess-of-gallifrey. These two are gonna kill me. -_- but I love it so I writes it.

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Marianne huddled under the covers, teeth chattering as she eased closer to Bog’s lanky but warm chest. His arms wound tighter around her but warmth seemed juuuust out of reach.

“Better?” he asked.

“No. How many frickin quilts do we have on this bed?” Marianne asked, shivering lightly against Bog’s warmth.

“Five, love. There’s five on every adults bed on the ranch, six on the children’s. And those are all the quilts on El Bosque Oscura.”

“R-remind me to get Dawn and Griselda started on more in the morning. This is killing me!”

Bog chuckled and started slowly sliding her flannel night shift up running his leg between hers.

“Bog, cut it out its too damned cold to do anything!” she yelped.

“Old Indian trick,” he explained, “We’ll share body heat this way and stay warmer.” His lips trailed down her neck. She didn’t know if it was the suggestion or what but she was suddenly getting warmer.

Bog’s calloused hands continued to travel over her hips, up her waist, until her shift was bunched beneath her arms. Marianne turned in his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Well that is certainly one way to get warm,” she agreed, tossing her leg around his waist.

“Yeah, they say it works even if ye don’t make love,” he chuckled into her kisses.

“Aww, now what fun is there in that?” Marianne replied.

“My sentiments exactly, Tough Girl,” he purred, burying his face against her neck and liberally marking the column of porcelain for all to see.

Marianne groaned as he pulled her hips against his giving her a good feel of just what she was doing to him.

His rough palm slid over her breast and the nipple, already hard in the cold winter air, was more than sensitive to his touch. Her gasp told him he was doing something right and he groaned into her neck and the fabric blocking his access to more of her creamy skin.

Bog pulled away just long enough to wrestle her free of the flannel. He let out a soft groan at the sight of her skin as it glowed in the moonlight.

“By God, you are stunning Marianne,” he breathed.

“And you are wearing too many clothes for this plan of yours to work,” she smirked, running her hands under his long handle shirt.

Bog shuddered at her fingers raking slowly over his chest. “Marianne…” his breath hitched as she arched her sharp little fingernails into the muscles on his abdomen and eased down to the hemline of his long Johns, tracing the waistband of the pants.

“So now the question is, how horney am I? And what should I take off first?”

Bog groaned at his wife’s teasing and grabbed at her tiny wrists. Marianne was quick and easily evaded his grasp with a chuckle. She hooked her hands in the hem of his shirt and slowly started working it up over his head.

Once his bare chest, riddled with scars of past conflicts, was bared, Marianne took her time to kiss each and every scar. Her feather light lips brushing over the sensitive flesh had Bog shivering in delight.

“Oh love,” he moaned. His lips tracing patterns over his wife’s neck. “What ya do to me.”

She ground her hips against his, tossing a leg around his waist and pulling him close to her clothed heat.

Bog gasped when he realized her little hand had snuck into his long johns and she grasped his already hard length. Marianne smirked into his lips and slowly began to stroke him. Bog thrust into her hand at the feel of her fingers around him and her bare breasts pressed against his own chest, heat radiating from both of them. He moaned helplessly into her neck and felt her chuckle at his situation.

“Alright,” he said rolling her over, and laying atop her, “Enough of that cruelty, Tough Girl, my turn.” Bog eased her long johns down (cause Marianne King did not wear bloomers thank you) and kissed down along her thigh to her ankle as he tossed them aside.

He then resumed his journey up her inner legs earning whimpers and her fists tight in his hair as he neared her center. “B-Bog,” she whimpered, her toes curling beside him. “Please.”

“Please what, Tough Girl?” he asked, resting his chin on her belly, hands on her twitching hips.

“I need…” she breathed.

“Ye-es?” he hummed.

“Damnit, Bog, do something! I am about to die from spontaneous combustion!” Bog smirked at his wife and moved a hand, placing it just over her center. His fingers teased her opening and his thumb applied just enough pressure to have her thrashing for more.

“God, you are evil,” she hissed.

“Then be specific,” Bog whispered in a husky low voice that had Marianne shivering beneath him.

“How about you do something useful with that mouth,” she growled, rutting up against him.

“As the Lady of the house says,” he crooned dipping his head to breath a blast of cooled air on her hot wet core. Marianne gasped, her head slamming back against the pillow. Bog proceeded to slowly run his tongue over her seam, not yet dipping into her but drawing a lusty moan from her.

“Damn you,” she managed through gritted teeth, “Torturing your poor wife like this.”

“Poor?” Bog snorted, “You make hellcats look tame, love.”

“If you don’t get busy, I will show you hellcat.”

Bog complied, delivering a soft kiss to her womanhood and burying his tongue deep in her. Marianne’s back arched in ecstasy and her sharp nails dug into his scalp as he proceeded to lave her senseless.

“Ahhh!” she cried, wrapping her thighs around his shoulders so she wouldn’t smother him.

Bog licked and nipped at her sensitive folds until she came. Her hand slapped over her mouth to muffle the glorious cry of his name in an attempt to keep from waking the rest of the house.

Bog eased up her body, delivering light little kisses along the way before pressing his lips fiercely against hers. Marianne moaned at the taste of her on his lips.

Bog settled himself between her thighs and smiled. Marianne smiled, lazily back before catching Bog off guard and rolling them. Bog gaped up at Marianne then smiled as she slowly reached between them, guiding his tip to her opening.

Slowly, Marianne eased herself onto him. Bog groaned at her tightness clenching him, her inner muscles still spasming from her previous orgasm.

“You are amazing, Marianne,” he croaked, thrusting his hips upwards as she ground down on him, rocking her hips in circles.

“You’re not so bad yourself, there, Bog,” she groaned huskily, letting a particularly loud groan when he hit just the right spot within her.

Marianne raised her hips before slamming them down again, in search of that perfect sensation. Bog’s large calloused hands lighted on her hips in an aid to her ascent and descent onto him.

Their exchange of words was lost in favor of gripping hands and groaned names. Bog marveled at his wife, astride him, ridding him to submission like a wild bronc. It was moments like these, seeing her come apart atop him, hair mussed, body flushed, that he realized just how blessed he was to have this hellcat of his.

“B-Bog,” Marianne gasped, “here it… again. Ohnnn coming.”

Bog acted quickly, jerking her mouth down to his, neither of them slowing in their determined, erratic thrusts. Marianne came hard around him, spurring him to his own orgasm. They swallowed each others cries of desire in their moment of completion.

Marianne pulled away, panting and with a sex drunk look on her face. “Damn,” she breathed.

“Yeah,” Bog agreed. Marianne shifted off of him and he curled her into his arms again. “So the no clothes thing?”

“Bog, we may never wear clothes to bed again,” Marianne sighed.

Bog chuckled and pulled her closer, “I can live with that.”

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The next morning at breakfast, everyone was unusually quite. Sunny and Dawn ate in silence, blushing whenever they looked at Bog or Marianne. Griselda was giving them a cheeky grin and Shilo, Cyrus, and Liane were all looking confused at the adults.

Shilo was the one who broke the silence. “Mommy?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Are you still mad ad Daddy?”

Marianne looked puzzled, “What makes you think I am mad at Daddy?”

“I heard you two fighting last night.”

Bog nearly choked on his eggs and Marianne turned pale while her sister and brother in law opted for beat red. And Griselda? Griselda guffawed.

“What?” Shilo asked. Innocent and confused.

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SKATE MALOLEY SMUT


✖Don’t Ignore Me✖️


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You approach him quietly not wanting to interrupt his peaceful “Nate time”, he spent all day in the living room play video games and smoking blunts. Occasionally you would join in and smoke with him but right now you just wanted some one on one with him Nate.

“Hey baby” you came from behind the sofa with your hand on his hair, you rubbed his scalp just the way he like it. Nate turns to the side and gives you a toothy smile. “Hi mama.” He pauses the game and rubs your bare thigh, you were in your underwear and his hoodie.

You placed yourself next to him on the sofa, your feet laying on his lap. “You good?” He rubs your right ankle as he un pauses the game. “I’m okay…” You muttered out, you could see that his focus was back on the tv.

He nods and continues on with the game, occasionally he would pause to smoke. Your body itch to be touched by him…its been too long. You sat up and rested your head in the crook of his neck, all you wanted was just a touch or even a kiss from him.

Nate wasn’t aware of what you were trying to do, he was too high and to focus on the tv to even entertain your needs. “Baby.” You purred in his ear as you slide your right hand down his sweatpants, embrace of kisses were left on his neck.

“Not now mama” he shifted on the so far causing you to grunt and sigh. “Really Nate?” You removed your hand from inside his pants and got up, you stood in front of the tv to piss him off.

“Baby move.” He gives your inner thigh a soft rub hopping that will calm you down. “I can’t believe your blowing me off for a blunt and 2K!” So what if you were acting like a child right now, all you wanted was his attention.

You stomped up the stairs and into your shared bedroom with a slam. You wanted him to know you were upset, you wanted him to feel like shit for not giving into you.

Downstairs Nate sat on the sofa with a little bit of guilt hitting him hard. “Fuck it.” He pause the game and threw the controller on the sofa. He marched up the stairs determined to put in work.

“Oh so now you show up” you gave home a smug look as your eyes took on the view of his sweatpants hanging low on him. “Sorry mama” he crawled onto the bed and over you. His strong arms held your waist as he pressed kisses onto your stomach. “Don’t ever ignore me like that.” You gripped his biceps and pull him to your face.

“I won’t baby.” His eyes are faded as he stares at you, his lips are calling your name. You give into him and presses your lips against his, the kiss is sensual…filled with love. His lips taste of weed and a hint of fireball, your favorite.

His hands fight to take off your shirt while his lips remain on yours. Once your shirt was off his lips attack you breast? Sucking and biting.

“Mmm ahhhh mmmm” you moaned out, your back arching. Nate’s kisses went down south, passes your belly and towards your covered pussy. He kisses the lace fabric blocking him from your paradise.

“Take it off.” You begged him to remove that last piece of garment? Before he obeys to your needs he removes his sweats and boxers in one go.


“Spread em” Nate takes a hold of cock, gripping it tightly while his eye poured down to your wet plump pussy. Your spread your legs wide for him with a trading smile on your face.

“Touch yourself.” One thing Nate loves the most is when you pleasure yourself right in front of him. He loves watching you play with your clit, he loves how your fingers work.

You obeyed to him, you slowly guide your hand down your already wet core, you loves how wet you can get just by staring at him. Your two fingers circle around your clit slowly, your eyes watch as the man above you pumped his hand up and down his cock.

Foul words left his mouth as he watch you, he had enough so he shoved your hand away and replaced it with the tip of his dick. His tip teased your core, he would placed the tip in them quickly back out.

“Inside me please.” Your lips are between your teeth as he slowly pushed himself into you, each inch passing through you. Your breath hitch and a arch back was shown.


Nate slowly thrust into you, each slow thrust was left with a kiss on your forward. Having high sex with Nate has always been sensual, almost unchaste. “Harder” your breath out, gripping his shoulder.

With one last kiss on your head his thrust became much deeper and much harder. The bed under you two rocked against the wall, most likely leaving marks on the wall.

“Ahhhhh!” Your legs were going numb android can fill your climax building up. “You gonna cum baby?” He was loosing his breath, sex like this really effected him. “Mmmm yeah!” You answered back, eyes closed tightly and your legs starting to shake.

Nate gives you one last groan and thrust before you came under him. He loved seeing you cum first, he soon followed after you. He made sure to pull out before cumming onto your stomach.

“I’m never ignoring you again.” He breathlessly laughs into your ear.