faux black leather

yarnandchocolate  asked:

I was wondering how flexible your notebook covers are, and if they might work inside a homemade traveler's style notebook cover? I have some lovely black faux-leather that I'm considering using for such a purpose, and your little blank notebooks seem like a nice way to divide up my nefarious planning... and possibly my housecleaning schedule, too.

If you are familiar with paper weight measurements, they are 65# cover stock. If not, they are a comfortably thick paper, but still very much “paper” and not stiff. Bends easily, folds if you apply pressure to it.

A bit heftier than an index card.

Take Me || Stiles S.

Word Count: 4,133ish

Warning: Rough smut,😉

Prompt: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Stiles smut where the reader and Stiles are like, lab partners or something, and Stiles has been mumbling really dirty stuff to you for weeks, and you finally tell him to do something, and then it’s really hard and rough. Thanks so much!! 

You’re my first request and my love for you extends wayyyy past the galaxy. You are the best beautiful! I hope this is what you wanted and I didn’t know if you wanted to be tagged. If not, let me know:) @pick-the-petalst

A/N: Also, just wanted to thank everyone for 130 followers! It might not be much to anyone else, but I didn’t think I’d even have 1 so I am more than grateful! You all are magnificent beauties and I hope you all have an extraordinary day. Much love 💕

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“Those jeans are looking extra tight today.” His lips grazed the outer shell of your ear as his hand slid onto your thigh. “Definitely makes me wonder what they would look like on the floor of my bedroom.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Yes, this had been going on for weeks now but it always affected you. Stiles had become your lab partner at the beginning of the semester and at first, you thought that it might actually go well. He seemed like a smart kid and even though Harris liked to torment him about failing his class, Stiles didn’t seem to be having any trouble.

All that went downhill about two days into your partnership. 

You had just arrived into class wearing a new skirt that you had recently bought over the weekend. It was black and faux leather. You knew that it was a little short, but it wasn’t too bad that you thought people would notice.

Stiles did.

The second you sat down in your seat he was leaning over to you. “Damn, I didn’t know you could get any hotter babe.”

“Excuse me?” You questioned raising your eyebrow at him.

“Oh, Princess, we can excuse ourselves right now and I can show you just how a man treats a lady.” He whispered against the side of your cheek.

You had always thought that Stiles was hot. Hell, he was super sexy, especially when he would wear his baseball cap flipped backward and his unlimited amount of flannels. But, right now, you didn’t know whether to be turned on, flattered, or appalled.

You turned your face to glare at him, but he was already giving you the once-over with his eyes.

You didn’t want it to be, but unfortunately, your teenage hormones got the best of you and heat rose to your cheeks.

“We have never spoken one word to each other and that’s what you start with?” You questioned hoping that he wouldn’t notice the redness that was dawning on your face.

But he did. Of course, he did.

Slowly, a grin curled onto the side of his thin pink lips. His eyes raked the length of your body at an agonizingly sluggish pace causing you to squirm in your seat. He took notice in that too because as he met your eyes a smirk was slipped on his mouth.

“All those dirty little thoughts that are going through that pretty little head of yours could be a reality. Just say the word and I’ll take you on this desk right now.” His eyes shined with pure honesty in his words and suddenly the room was the temperature of the sun. Heat crawled down your neck, past your heavy breasts, through the tingling sensation in your belly, and made its home in your core. The wetness already seemed to be dampening your panties.

As if he would smell your arousal, he leaned in closer. “Say the word Babygirl.”

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even move afraid that a moan would slip from your lips. How did this man have so much power of you with just words?

“Stilinski! Attention to the front! Please don’t bother miss L/N.” Harris yelled breaking Stiles’s intense stare he had on you. 

As his eyes left you, you took in a deep breath.

“Yes sir, wouldn’t dream of bothering her.” 

But that is exactly what he had in mind. He wanted her all bothered. Hot and bothered and wriggling underneath him while moaning his name.

You tried not to look at him, but curiosity got the best of you and you peeked at him. He was already staring at you, but this gave him the chance to rile you up some more.

He sent you a wink right as the bell rang.

Now, weeks later it has been a constant one-sided flirtation with a huge dose of lust sprinkled in every sentence that flowed from his amazingly beautiful mouth.

Not that you thought his mouth was beautiful, or that it could do beautifully dirty things as it scrapped the inside of your thighs. No, you had never thought of that.

Let’s all be honest with each other, it wasn’t a normal Monday if that thought didn’t go through your head at least twice.

Today, was no different. 

“Those jeans are looking extra tight today.” His lips grazed the outer shell of your ear as his hand slid onto your thigh. “Definitely makes me wonder what they would look like on the floor of my bedroom.”

“It definitely makes me wonder when you’re going to shut your mouth.” You muttered knowing that he could hear you as you continued to finish your chemistry worksheet.

“Sweetheart, is that the only thing you want my mouth to do?” It was as if he had read your mind and your pencil halted in writing the sentence it was currently on.

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Business and Pleasure - Part 9

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,715

Warnings: Swearing

Originally posted by snowfox934

In the hours that passed, you found yourself growing more and more excited for your date with Bucky.  It was strange, you thought, that your situation had changed so quickly. Your relationship had more than its fair share of ups and downs so far. Perhaps this was going to be the turning point.

After Bucky explained the photo, you immediately texted Wanda, filling her in on everything that had happened that afternoon. You didn’t mention the fight that the article caused, though. If she had known, she would have felt extremely guilty. It wasn’t her fault, after all. Even if her text had led to your rash actions, she had only been trying to protect you, to make sure you were safe and happy. She meant well.

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anonymous asked:

I am the excite anon and OMGYESPLEASE i would like a shuji drabble XD

Shuji took a deep breath and went back to tuning his guitar.  This was big, huge, for lots of reasons.  They were recording an MV for a song that had been chosen as an ending for an ANIME.  Huge.

Green screens had been set up behind the stage they were on and along two and a half edges of the ice rink.

Because Shuji had spent the last month and a half convincing Yuuri that he wanted to skate in their MV.  And he’d won.  Shuji looked over at the rink where Yuuri was slowly skating around backwards.  Yuuri hadn’t gotten into his costume yet, but it was amazing.  Shuji’d never been involved with designing a figure skating costume before, but it had been fun.  And the result was the best thing in the history of figure skating costumes.

Even if Yuuri had muttered that he never wanted Shuji involved in his costuming decisions again.

But cut outs and mesh were cool.  He didn’t care what Yuuri said.  Yuuri needed to embrace the sexy beast that everyone knew was inside him anyway!  And what better way than through a costume designed by him, the lead singer for EXCITE!

And regardless of what Shouta-kun said, it was only half based on bondage wear.  Especially since a lot of chains hanging from pants would be bad for a skater.  At least according to the actual designer that they’d brought in that knew about figure skating costumes and the sorts of fabrics and design elements that would translate well to the ice.  So Shuji had had to let go of his bondage pants idea, but the top half was still based off a leather harness and collar.  And it was hot!

Yuuri may have tried to back out the first time he saw it, but Shuji had used every cajoling trick he knew to convince him to not quit.  They’d already put so much work into it.  The skating was all choreographed.  The entire idea was based off skating!  There’d be awesome CGI landscapes behind him.  Yuuri would look like a warrior!

“Who someone wants to chain up to a bed.”  Was Yuuri’s deadpanned reply.

And the only thing that Shuji had been able to reply with was “Who wouldn’t want to chain you up to a bed, Yuu-kun?”  And as equally predictably, Yuuri blushed and Shouta-kun had glared at him.  

Shuji shook his head and looked back out onto the ice.  Yuuri was gone.  So he put his electric guitar back on the stand and walked over to the edge of the rink.  Things were set up so that the cameras could get both Yuuri and the band for certain shots, though most of the filming for the day was going to focus on the skating.  They couldn’t take over the rink like this again.  It was apparently problematic.  

Shuji swallowed heavily when Yuuri came out of the back room where he’d been changing.  The blue and silver fabric and mesh worked incredibly well with the black faux leather of the fake harness and collar and the way they’d slicked back Yuuri’s hair and applied dustings of various metallic colors around his eyes and frosted his lips…  Shuji thought that he deserved a pat on the back for his genius.  So he went to get one.  From Shouta-kun.

“Awesome, right?”  Shuji sat down next to where Shouta-kun and a bunch of their classmates had taken up spots on the small set of bleachers that could look out onto the ice.  “He should use it for his programs next season!”

Behind them, he heard someone choke and Shuji turned around just to see that it was Yuuri’s coach.  Riku-san was actually acting as Yuuri’s go between with the film crew since her Japanese was a bit better leaving his coach banished to the bleachers with his classmates.  Shuji could see Riku-san adjusting Yuuri’s hair and smoothing down the short sleeved mesh that he was wearing.  Half the time Yuuri would have this insane jacket over it.  It was going to be AMAZING!

“It’s ridiculous, and if Katsuki-kun had realised what he’d got himself into when he agreed, he would have worked harder on turning you down.”

“Shouta-kun, don’t be jealous!”  Shujji smiled.  “I’m going to talk to my co-star!  I’ll wish him luck.”  Shuji winked.

It was rather funny, Shuji thought as he headed over to the edge of the ice where Yuuri was talking with the director about where the cameras were, teasing Shouta-kun about Yuu-kun was almost as much fun as teasing Yuu-kun.

“Yuu-kun, smile!”  Shuji leaned over the barrier, interrupting the conversation without a second thought, and took a selfie of them.  “This has to go on twitter!  The EXCITE girls will love it!”

Yuuri groaned.

I’m giving in and probably doing a batch ask answer post later tonight.  I don’t have the time for it right now, but I’m getting to it.  I swear, I will answer ever ask, even if it takes me FOREVER. :D  – No drabble requests will be hurt during the making of the batch answer post… I have *a lot* of drabble requests.  And as I always say, I answer them as I get a stroke of inspiration for them.  They’re better that way! :)

Mayday - ii

Genre; horror and a tiny little bit of angst I suppose idek

Length; 1,300+ words


Originally posted by juxghoseok

Jackson’s P.O.V.

As the days dragged on, he carefully watched you. He’d focus solely on you as you laughed, smiled, or did anything really. And the fact that Mark moved you in last week made his job that much simpler. He didnt have to sneak out and watch you from afar like he had to previously, all he had to do now was sit next to you- it was as easy as that.

You were his entire universe. You were his princess, and whether you knew it or now…he was going to be your knight in shining armor. He silently vowed to take you away from here; away from the noisy, judgmental city, to an oasis where he could have you all to himself.
Yes, all too himself. That’s exactly all he found himself thinking about as he sat there at the edge of his bed, staring down at his phone…at pictures he snapped of you while you slept, while you cooked or cleaned, and even a few of you changing.

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Owned (M)

Genre: Smut

Length: 3,553 words~

Kink(s): Daddy kink, breath play, impact play (spanking), brat taming (?), thigh riding

Description: Wonho was one of your best friends. You were always there for each other and practically inseparable. You really never had those types of feelings for him, well not until recently, something had changed in you…and in him. 

Ever since you realized that you had feelings for Wonho, you noticed you started distancing yourself from him. If he asked you to hang out with him, you’d refuse, or if he unexpectedly showed up at your place, you’d act like that biggest brat ever. You hated being this way towards him, but you knew you had to do something to get over him.

It was about 11:30 at night, almost midnight, Wonho hadn’t spoken to you all day. Of course it saddened you quite a bit, but at the same time it was a relief. Every time you saw his name pop up on your phone your heart fluttered, and you just wished he were there with you. 

You sighed as you began to get undressed so you could shower before bed. “God damn it…” You murmured to yourself as you thought about how fucked up you were for intentionally trying to ruin your friendship with the guy you have know practically all your life. This was literally all you thought about during your shower. 

Once you got out, and dried off. You changed into some black cotton sweat shorts, and a t-shirt Wonho had left at your house the last time he spent the night. You breathed in deeply, breathing in what was left of his scent on it as you slipped the shirt over your curvy framed. You plopped onto your bed, and picked up your phone. You gave yourself a quick pep talk before finally gathering enough courage to call him.

The phone rang twice before he answered;

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Hi my name is Damien Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have short dark brown hair with purple streaks and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Dane DeHaan. I have pale white skin. I’m also an atypical and can manipulate minds, so I go to therapy for the unusual with Dr. Bright (I’m really special). I’m a nu goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topicand I get all my clothes from there even though I never pay for anythin. For example today I was wearing a black faux leather jacket with grey tshirt and black denim trousers, and black converse. I was walking outside Dr. B’s office. It was sunny and hot so I hated it. Two teenage boys stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.