this fabric is so pretty

Morning Pleasure*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Reader wants to eat the breakfast Chris has cooked for her, but he has other plans. Blame your too sexy denim shorts!
Words Count: 1.7k
Warning: Long detailed oral sex (female receiving).

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Freshly out of your morning shower, you finished adding the last touches to your light makeup after you had gotten dressed in your favorite denim shorts and a white cotton blouse.

Walking in the kitchen, you followed the smell of the pancakes and fresh fruits that Chris had cooked, accompanied by the exotic effluvia of hot coffee. You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend too busy to notice your presence as his back was turned to you, humming the slow melody of a song you both loved.

You walked up to him and folded your arms around his broad chest, wrapped by his Henley shirt, planting a longing and loving kiss at the back of his neck as he smiled widely.

“Hmm, what did I do so special for you to cook this morning?” You murmured.

“You came into my life,” Chris accompanied your mocking laugh and you moved your body to rest against the counter, standing next to him.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about our trip to Boston next week and…” you trailed off, noticing Chris’ baby blue gaze remaining locked on your frame. “What, you don’t like the outfit?“ You interrogated, checking out, yet he didn’t answer and kept looking at you.

His gaze was so ardent that you almost forgot how to breathe properly. Every time your man laid his eyes on you with such fierce, you felt the desire rising inside.


Your boyfriend eventually looked up at your blown eyes, licking his full lips and you could see his pupils dilating slowly as he drank in the view from his orbs like he had been in the desert for long days of a burning hot summer.

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shitter  asked:

Kind of a weirdly specific question to ask, but do you have any advice for drawing leather biker-style jackets? I notice you draw them in a lot of your stuff and they always turn out great. I have a male OC that wears one and I can always get the top part/collar right but something about the bottom and the way it's supposed to sort of interact with/hang off of the torso while unzipped is really weird to draw and I always end up making it like hug the skin in weird ways. Adore your art btw!!

Hi! Sorry late reply. I love costuming and I wanted to answer this properly.

I A D O R E leather jackets/biker jackets. And a lot of my understanding of jackets comes from knowing how real leather works vs fake leather/pleather/vinyl. Leather is generally very heavy. So its not going to fold or lay the same way a regular jacket or even vinyl will lay. 

So first stop REFERENCE! If you own a leather jacket or a biker jacket try that thing on and look at it in the mirror. Then look at what its doing to your clothes/undergarments. 

If you don’t own a leather jacket (like a lot of people lol. I own a fake one from forever 21) google or pinterest! Pinterest is both a blessing and a curse. Its a curse for unsourcing artists BUT is a REALLY good way to put together visual research quickly. I just used google for this so here’s some pics I thought were useful 

So a thing to remember is typically people wear light clothes under leather jackets. Real leather like I said is very thick with an intent to protect as well as look just dang cool. Ewan is an avid bike rider so he’s usually wearing it for bike purposes. Wearing a big sweater or a flouncy shirt under a leather jacket is just going to be uncomfortable.

Leather and fake leather typically hang straight down unless they’ve got a belt at the bottom to cinch in.

So going off of your question about how it would hang it basically would hang straight down and a little away falling off of the chest muscles. Depending on whether the jacket is a very form fitting jacket or if its k inda loose to begin with will add to that as well.

So you’ve got your reference here’s a very minimal tutorial. There’s a lot about fabric and costume drawing theory I’m skipping over.

But typically for any sort of costume. Understanding the form underneath is important. You can fudge it later once you’ve got enough practice at it but its more believeable to just lay in a sketch or a light drawing of the figure on its own. You don’t have to go crazy into detail just remember where the bigger or muscles that are interacting are. 

And then on another layer or if you’re using the same sketch layer draw in that jacket.

Points to remember is where is the fabric being stressed/stretched. Where is interacting with the form. Remember that bottom hems typically move out and up if the arms are outstretched. Even if its zipped the rest of the jacket will still move even if its minimally.  An open jacket is fun to play with with action so don’t be afraid to fake it a little. Don’t go to town on the wrinkles because Leather is a heavy fabric and while it will remember wrinkles in elbows typically it just sorta hangs there. There’s always folds on the sleeves or where the body bends. Don’t forget the details so if it has a zipper remember that zippers have two parts. Buttons and seams are going to make it a more believable leather jacket. 

Example if you’re drawing jeans as opposed to suit pants jeans have reinforced seams because they’re originally intended for heavy duty work where as a suit is typically worn in an office so the seams are cleaner and often hidden. Leather jackets fit into the first group like jeans and since the fabric is so heavy seams are pretty obvious and prominent. Buttons are typically big because they have to penetrate through the heaviness of the jacket. Even fake leather jackets have big buttons/zippers/seams to replicate the look of an authentic leather jacket.

I think that’s the short and skinny of it without getting into a 14 week class on fabric lol. Hope that helps!!


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Summary:  After discovering the wonders of Ladynoir fanfiction, Adrien sets out to start his own with his classmate Marinette helping him along the way. But when does fiction start becoming reality?

This story is also beta’d by the wonderful @serendipitousReckonings here on archive, @dickerdoodlez on tumblr.

Chapter 1

Adrien was never the writing type. He did write well - written papers and essays – at least according to his teachers – and was even occasionally asked by a few of his classmates for some writing tips. But, it was for educational purposes only. He‘d never had any sort of passion to write an actual story and he never thought of himself as the imaginative kind anyway. His mind was almost always focused on school, his responsibilities set by his father, and his masked identity. He never really had that luxury of being able to think about anything else. Well, except for his Lady, but that was something entirely different.

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[image description: 1-  a red and white polka dot marble maze, a white with pink-themed dessert-print marble maze, and a paper maze pattern. Both mazes, while having different patterns, bear chain stitching maze outlines and one blanket-stitched edge. 2 - the red-polka dot marble maze shown front face up, displaying the red chain stitching, beside the dessert-print marble maze shown back face up, displaying the pale pink minky fleece backing, unmarked by the stitching.]

Handsewn Marble Maze Tutorial


  • A paper pattern the size of your maze. (Most tutorials don’t give sizes! I’ve been using rectangles 18.5 x 11.5 cm wide, which works for me and my hands; you might like it bigger or smaller. This includes a .5 cm seam allowance; if you need a 1 cm seam allowance, add .5 cm all the way around.)
  • Three pieces of fabric the size of your maze (cut using said pattern). I’ve been using one piece patterned flannelette for the front, one piece minky fleece (but it could also be flannelette) for the back and one piece whatever scrap fabric I’ve got, as you won’t see this, for the middle. (Fabric with minimal fray, like ribbing or T-shirt fabric or knit, is easiest to handle. Quilting cottons are a pain.)
  • A ruler and pencil.
  • A tracing wheel or sewing chalk or one of those fade-away pens/pencils.
  • Sewing thread and needle (I use plain white for the inside as nobody sees it, matching or contrasting colour for the outside).
  • Scissors.
  • A marble.


  • Draw your maze on your paper. I’ve been leaving columns and gaps of 3.5 cm (not including the seam allowance at the edge) for the marble to pass through.
  • Take your front fabric and your scrap fabric piece and pin them together so the front side (the pretty side) of the front fabric faces out.
  • Draw or trace (I use a tracer wheel over the paper pattern; others might find copying the lines with a ruler via a pencil, chalk or pen easier to use) your marble design on the front side (the pretty side) of the front fabric. Using a ruler with your tracer wheel helps keep lines straight.
  • Sew along the maze lines. I’ve been using a chain stitch because I can, but a back stitch will also work. Don’t use a running stitch, because you don’t want gaps in the stitching; you need a full line of stitching. I’d double-thread this, because the stitching is meant to be slightly decorative.
  • Take your finished maze design (the front and the scrap fabric sewn together) and the back fabric and place them front sides facing in. (You should have the wrong side of the fleece and the scrap fabric, marked by the less-neat lines of stitching, facing towards you.) Pin together.
  • Sew around three edges (two long, one short if a rectangle) of your maze, sewing through the three layers of fabric. Because the materials I’ve been using don’t fray badly, I’ve been using a back stitch (I back stitch everything) with small stitches and leaving the edges raw. If you’re concerned about fraying, back stitch, and then go over the edges with a blanket or mattress stitch.
  • Turn your maze right-way out. You’ll have the maze at the top and a pocket at the back. Slide a marble between the front and middle layers and push it down to the bottom of your maze (testing your maze at the same time). Tuck the raw edges (the two maze edges together, the back edge separately) inside the pocket and blanket/mattress stitch or whip stitch it shut.

Your maze will look like the mazes in the second image: stitching in the front, neat and smooth expanse of minky fleece (great for stroking) in the back!


I don’t even own this game 

I feel soooo sexy today I went to go to the store because Master mentioned I should dye my hair and I wanted to look at dyes and I was wearing a dress without panties on and I had my vibrator in keeping me wet and I was listening to one of Master’s files and it was kinda windy so I kept getting scared that my dress would lift up and everyone would see my ass but part of me LOVED the idea of accidentally flashing someone anyway my vibrator is pretty quiet but I’m not sure it’s quiet enough for using without at least a layer of fabric muting it so I’m pretty sure people could hear it buzzing in me and my thighs were COVERED in pussy juice and I loved it! I almost wanted to get caught hehe


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This dress is so much fun.  I almost brought it with me on study abroad–after all, it’s made of sheer lightweight fabric so it packs up pretty small–but I decided I don’t wear it too often and a floor-length hem is a bit impractical for a city.  It’s see-through, which can make it hard to style, but my wardrobe is built on layers anyway.  And that means that it’s pretty comfy to wear in the summer with something light under it (see outfit one, which I wore sitting in the sun for a long time) even though it’s dark and floor-length.  I really hope I can play with it more when I get home!

i think it was a better world when people wore gloves all the time so i bought some vintage nylon gloves on etsy and they came today and they’re so nice… one of them has some loose stitches but the fabric is pretty sturdy so i think i can fix it, if i’m careful i should be able to pull out the part that’s unraveling and sew it back properly

also the gloves smell fantastic, which is weird but pleasant, they have this very faint perfume… the seller is an actual grandma and it’s definitely a grandma smell but it’s like, a nice grandma

emily post says you can keep your gloves on while shaking hands unless you’re meeting a religious or political leader (of course i’ve read emily post cover-to-cover, who do you think you’re talking to) but i have the silly idea of wearing them to swan prince’s recital, shaking hands with him afterward and taking off one glove and if he says anything i can make a joke about glove etiquette

i just want him to find me charming and interesting, which is tricky because he’s 1. at least ten years older and worldlier than me and 2. a british expat and so, i imagine, has a low tolerance for stupid americans putting on airs, so i have to try but i can’t try too hard

also when you guys come to my wedding none of you can mention my blog okay? deal

Flannel x Michael Clifford

Word Count: 1375
Requested: No
Warnings: Sexual Content and Language
Much Love..

Taking a deep breath you unbuttoned the top two buttons of Micheal’s favorite flannel. Not only was it his favorite, the considerably soft blue and black material was also one of yours.

It had basically become your possession over time as you were the one to always wear it but not typically in this fashion. Michael’s flannel usually constituted for a lazy day outfit when you paired it with leggings and some warm and cozy socks.

Michael adored when you wore that signature flannel; his face would instantly light up as he saw the joy it brought you though he more so loved the fact that when you wore it, he knew you were his, all his.

Your courage had subsided consistently as you glanced in the mirror but it was all for Mike and his reaction alone would make it worth it.

“Kitten? What are you doing?” Michael l questioned, knocking lightly on the bathroom door.

Sloppily running your fingers through you hair for the last time, you flicked off the light, “I’m coming out Michael, hold on.”

His eyes were shining their beautiful shade of green though his subtle smirk is what made your heart stop in its tracks.

“(Y/N)- Where are your pants?”

“I just figured that I didn’t need them right now,” you couldn’t help but to blush as you were slightly embarrassed at your own words.

“I’d rather it be this way anyway Kitten,” he smirked, briefly interrupting his speech, “But I have one question, what are you wearing underneath that flannel?”

Stepping closer to Michael you placed your hands on his shoulders and reached up to softly whisper in his ear, “Why don’t you see for yourself…”

Wasting no time whatsoever, his hands reached for the numerous buttons, quickly maneuvering over them but coming to no avail.

“Shit, why does this have to be so complicated,” he groaned in frustration, his face reddening as he continued.

“Let me,” you insisted tearing his hands away, placing a kiss on his nose. You slowly unbuttoned the rest of the shirt as Mikey groaned impatiently, “C'mon Kitten!”

As the flannel swayed open, revealing your bare skin, Michael’s jaw tensed, “(Y/N).. So naughty,” he replied snidely.

“Shut up and kiss me, Clifford,” you smiled before connecting your lips to his own.

His right hand gripped tightly onto your lower hip, his left was placed the small of your back, forcing your body to be flush against your own. Your own hands began to wander, tugging lightly at his newly dyed locks at the nape of his neck.

A low groan escaped Michael’s lips allowing you to slip your tongue against his, he quickly reciprocated the same action.

You tugged at the dark material of his shirt, only wanting it to land itself on the floor.
Mike quickly pulled it over his head, yanking the material at the back of his neck, dropping it at his side.

“What’s gotten into you Kitten?” He smirks placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

You can only shrug as Michael pulls you toward his bed, “I love you, so much,” he whispers as he pushes you down against the cool linen.

He planted another kiss on your lips though they soon trail down your neck then to the valley between your breasts.

One of Michael’s hand rest at your side; the other trailed slowly down your cheek before brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, “You’re so beautiful, I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“Michael.. I love you,” you murmur as his sloppy kisses trail back toward your neck as he pays special attention to your tender skin.

Your hands grip onto his broad shoulders as he blows cool air onto your tingling skin. Squeezing your eyes closed, your thumbs press into Mike’s collarbones, “I love you so much,” you continue wanting nothing but to kiss his lips.

“I love you more,” he groaned, pressing his lips to you own.

“So pretty,” he mumbles against your lips as your hands roam his back once again. Your movements were short lived though as Michael’s hands quickly moved to your side, pinning your hips down onto the bed.

His lips disconnected from your own and moved down to your chest again though this time his kisses continued down your torso without missing an inch.

“Michael,” you whimpered as he reached the area just above the seam on your panties.

“May I Kitten?” He questioned as he gazed up lovingly into your eyes. Just his simple glance rendered you weak, helpless and only craving more.

The only action you could complete was a simple nod. Michael insisted on your verbal approval before he continued.

“(Y/N), please use your words, I love hearing you saying all you desire just so you get what you want,” he spoke softly as his hand traced a shape across your upper thigh.

You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply, “Michael, please touch me, I need you, please.”

“What do you want?” He questioned, a small smirk spreading across his lips knowing the effect such dialect had on you, his beautiful girl.

“I want you, I don’t care how, I just want you..”

That was all it took to get Michael to give in. His hand pulled at your waistband as he seemed to marvel at the laced fabric, “These are so pretty, they almost match my hair,” he laughed softly pulling the pastel blue lace down your legs, tossing them to the floor.

“Kitten, you clearly want me,” he mumbled as his head made way between your thighs only for nose to brush over your sensitivite clit.

He backed away a bit allowing his fingers to run over the same area his nose had. He continued downward until he was able to slip a finger into you. It was a torturous process as his movements were slow. His fingers may not had the greatest length though where the lacked in length, they made up for in skill. Playing guitar for years was certainly working to your benefit as his fingers curved deeper and deeper.

“Michael,” you groaned, “Please just fuck me.”

He sat up once again, a rather sly smirk spread across his lips, “If you insist,” he mocked, shrugging a bit.

Mike unhooked his belt at a pace that seemed to be as slow as possible. It was an agonizing process that sent chills of anticipation through your body, especially when the metal buckle connected with the floor, quickly followed by both his jeans and boxers.

You whined impatiently as he finally returned, a condom in hand. Tearing open the package he quickly slipped it on, commenting on your current state, “So needy tonight Kitten,” he smile before straddling you, quickly kissing your lips.


“Of course you idiot,” you shook your head before he slipped into your heat.

His hands rested at you side as he thrusted into you, his arms tensed with every moment. The light green of his eyes was all you could focus on in the moment beside the pleasure rushing over your body.

Michael groaned as he pounded into you both deeper and faster.

“Will you ride me, Beautiful?” He panted as he awkwardly managed to flip the two of you over.

Michael’s hands reached for your waist as he forced you further down his length, skin slapping against skin, his whimpers and your own moans masking the otherwise overwhelming silence.

“Fuck,” he moaned his head rolling back while his hips arched slightly upward. His movement alone caused an amazing sensation to wash over you, bring you closer to your climax.

“’M so close,” Michael continued, thrusting upward into you, “C'mon Kitten,” he groaned.

He upwards, tugging lightly on your hair sending you over edge just after he twitched within your walls, growling out a indecipherable murmur.

You let out a considerably deep breath as you brought your hands down to Michael’s chest resting all your weight upon him. Adjusting yourself off from his hips, you moved onto his lap, sighing absentmindedly, “I love you Michael,” you smiled kissing his forehead.

“I love you more Kitten,” he smirked before confirming the one thing you’d been anticipating, “And I think you should wear that flannel more often.”

I bought the tshirt from the Lane Bryant Prabal Gurung collection, because I’ve been lusting over the midi skirt and blouse which are different scale same print (ugghhhh I want to wear it SO BAD) and the tshirt is the same print.

And it’s so pretty. And the fabric is really nice, definitely nicer than other tshirts… And at the same time as I am pleased with the shirt, and excited to wear it, I’m aggravated that a nice, good quality, basic fucking TSHIRT is such a rare prize in plus size clothing.

I guess I’m just having a grumpy day. OH WELL.

Lane Bryant is doing good work with the designer collabs, though! The Lela Rose stuff was all gorgeous, even though I didn’t get any of it, and the Prabal Gurung collection is weird and beautiful and just ugh so good!

anonymous asked:

Hi! I know you do cross stitch stuff, I was wondering if you had any tips or tricks that you use? Something to help a beginner out? Aheh

Start with a knot. Use tapestry needles to save your fingers. ALWAYS DOUBLE COUNT. Make sure your hands are super clean before you touch your fabric (I’ve ruined so many projects because of this, RIP.) Metallic thread is pretty but IT IS THE DEVIL TO WORK WITH. Leave yourself enough thread to tie a knot. Try to start with the middle of your project. Use a calculator to make sure your project is gonna fit on the fabric. Work in rows, not individual x’s: Come up through the bottom left hole, go down through the top right. Do that for every stitch of that color in the row. When you reach the end, finish the stitches by coming up through the bottom right hole and going down through the top left. This method makes it so much easier if you need to remove stitches or you count wrong. Don’t be afraid to use a pattern. Don’t be afraid to draft your own pattern. Stick with aida at first and graduate to linen and evenweave when you’re a bit better if you want. DMC floss is the best; the dyes are consistent, the colors don’t bleed, and it doesn’t fuzz or break like the bargain brand stuff in the bags. Also, if you run out of a color you know exactly which shade to buy because they are numbered. Have fun and create some beautiful things!