Confessed to my coworker who I've had a thing for for like a year last night and now I feel empty. This was worse than my breakup. Holy shit.
He left the party without saying goodbye.
But we're still homies right?
God I'm dumb. My friends are telling me he led me on with the way he was flirting with me the whole time, but I knew it was probably in my head. And I have this awful habit of being right.
I used 5.00mm gauge yarn for this pattern and the bag ends up being 11.5in in length (13.5 with strap) and 9.5in at its widest.
And it has a lot of stretch while still feeling secure. Here is a picture of it with two ruby grapefruits in it for reference.
sl st: slip stitch
st: stitch
sc: single crochet
dc: double crochet
For the bag:
Make a ring with 6ch, sl st into 1st ch to finish the ring.
R1: 8 sc into the ring.
R2: Make 2 sc into each st of the first round.
R3: ch 2 and 1 sc into each st of the round.
R4: ch 4 and 1 sc into each 2 ch loop.
R5: ch 6 and 1 sc into each 4 ch loop.
R6: ch 8 and 1 sc into each 6 ch loop.
R7: ch 8 and 1 sc into each 8 ch loop.
R8-15: repeat R7
R16: ch 6 and 1 sc into each 8 ch loop.
R17: ch 6 and 1 sc into each 6 ch loop.
R18-20: repeat R17
R21: ch 4 and 1 sc into each 6 ch loop.
R22: ch 4 into 1 sc into each 4 ch loop.
R23: sc around the bag and connecting all of the loops to create and sturdy base for the strap.
R24: dc around the bag and tie off to make the strap.
To make the strap:
R1: sc 4 into one side of the bag, fold the bag in half and mark 4 sts on the opposite side of the bag to connect the strap to later.
R2: dc across, ch 1 to turn to the next row.
R3-15: repeat R2
R16: sl st to the marked 4 st on the opposite side of the bag and tie off. Feel free to go over this connection st as many times as you see fit, I went over it twice just in case.
You can absolutely change this pattern to make the bag bigger or to make the strap wider/longer. The best way to make the bag deeper is to ass more rows of the 8 ch loops, I just prefer this size after making a much longer/deeper bag.
You looked him up and down as he lit a cigarette with the tip of his finger on your couch.
"You better have brought an ashtray with you," you said. "Not to mention air freshener."
He huffed with a smile and proceeded to put the cigarette out on his tongue. It was ungodly how attractive he was. What was worse was that he knew exactly how you felt. The cigarette smoke was a thin cover for the number of hormones put off by both of you. You, for a millisecond, worried that you would back out it this while you were sober. You were never really big on being with alphas before. It was intimidating.
Dabi's voice cut through your thoughts, "So, are you going to let me prove it to you or not?"
Asshole.
Well, this wouldn't be the first time you did something just to prove a point to someone. It probably wouldn't be the last one either.
You stomped your way over to the couch and grabbed him by the collar of his stupid fucking duster jacket. (Like who wears those anymore?) And without thinking slammed your face into his. Dabi, thankfully, was a quick learner. He grabbed your hips and pulls you into his lap. His right hand slowly moving up your spine planting itself in the hair at the nape of your neck. He pulled your head back by your hair. Not enough to really hurt but enough to move you without resistance.
"It's always so cute when omegas think they can take charge," he said. "It makes it so much better when they succumb to their instincts."
You were already panting. You couldn't think of a quick come back so all you could say was, "Fuck you."
He laughed. A hardy, genuine laugh. Throwing his head back on the couch. The smile of a true predatory graced his face.
"You're going to be so easy to break."
You didn't want him to be right. But, you didn't want him to leave more. So you just scoffed and reclaimed his mouth on yours. Moaning into him as he nibbed at your bottom lip. Pressing your body into his and him doing the same, creating a comfortable rhythm between the two of you. You could feel the slick pool in your underwear. There was no way he didn't notice. Good thing you could tell he was equally as aroused with the lump in his pants.
His breath tickled your ears as he said, "So are we doin it here, or do you wanna head back to your room?"
"Bed."
Without responding he picked you up. Holding you so you stayed in the same position you were when you were sitting. You passively kissed his neck before he dropped you on your bed. It took you a second to right yourself, as the wind was kinda knocked out of your chest, but you were greeted with Dabi pulling his shirt off revealing the myriad of purple scars underneath. His eye shown in the dimly lit room paired with the predatory smile made your heart race more than it already was.
"Like what you see?"
Without thinking, you said, "Yeah actually."
He laughed a little, it was gravely and dark, "Then strip."
You weren't wearing pants when he arrived at your place, so there wasn't much else to take off. You took your shirt off to find him hovering over your hips. Kissing each side as he made his way down to your clothed lips. You tried your best to focus on unclasping your bra, which you cursed yourself for not taking off earlier in the night, but the feeling of his tentative lick up the length of your vulva was demanding your attention.
He continued to tease you through your panties. Circling your clit at a snail's pace before sucking on it. Lapping up the slick that was slowly being replaced by his own saliva. Occasionally biting or kissing your thighs. Acting as if he's going to remove the thin barrier before returning his attention your slick. The occasional moan left your lips as you attempted to chase more friction. You pushed your body back into his face.
"What?" he asked. "Does someone want something?"
"You're teasing me."
"So? What are you gonna do about it?"
You quickly tried to peel your underwear off, but he was quicker. Catching you by the wrist and holding both of them above your head with only one hand. His other hand sneaked under your panties and slowly rubbed your clit. Soft pants spilled from your mouth as you arched your back into the direct sensation, which despite being minimal was driving you crazy. You tried to catch his lips with yours but he pulled back again with a small laugh.
"See, I told you you'd be easy to break."
You could hardly reply. Your mind was lost in his hormones and his small ministrations.
Your words were slurred, "Please."
"Say it 'mega," he said. "Come on."
You couldn't figure out what he said.
"You were right okay," tear welling up in your eyes. "Please Dabi."
"As you wish."
He released your wrists, allowing you to pull off your ruined underwear as he unbuttoned his pants. For a second you were both sad and concerned to see how much of his body was covered by scars. Ones that did not necessarily appear to be self-inflicted. But you were quickly distracted by what he had the audacity to hide in his pants. It wasn't monstrous, but it wasn't anything to scoff at. A decent length but a delicious girth.
Luckily this time he didn't have any snarky remarks to your obvious stares. He just returned to your lips. Grinding himself into you in a pleasant rhythm, capturing your lips in a fever, hardly giving you a chance to breathe. He nipped at your ear and without thinking you exposed more of your neck to him. He gave your neck a few love-bites before moving to sit on his heels. He began lining himself up at your entrance when you had a moment of clarity.
"Wait!" you said.
"What?"
"Condom."
He rolled his eyes, "Thought you were on birth control?"
"Yeah but I would prefer not to risk pregnancy more than once a month," you said.
"I'll mark it in my calendar then," he replied. "Where are they?"
You told him where they were and he left to go put one on. You felt kind of bad for killing the flow of the moment, but you'd rather be safe than sorry. Especially since you didn't know the last time he had an STD test. God knows how many other people he's sleeping with.
He returned to his spot between your legs before saying, "Did you miss me?"
"Desperately," you replied with a smile. "Now please can you finally fuck me?"
Without a word, he latched himself to your clit. Figure-eights mixed with furious flicking overwhelmed your senses. You weren't even sure if your mouth was just open or if you were screaming. Short, shallow breathes escaped your chest. You could feel it building. Your eyes closed. Your stomach clenched. You could feel the ball-
And he stopped.
Smiling like an idiot.
"Huh?" was the only thing you could muster.
Instead of speaking he just kissed you. You could taste yourself on his lips as he tangled his hand in your hair, tugging gently before cupping the nape of your neck. Your eyes could barely focus as you pulled apart for air. He laughed under his breath, leaning into my ear.
"See," he said. "You break so fully."
He bit your ear, "You break so easily."
He kissed your scent gland, "So beautifully."
At this point, your brain stopped working.
You instinctively pushed your neck into his mouth. Even as he was kissing and sucking hard enough to leave bruises, it wasn't enough. You needed to be closer. You need to be bred. You needed to be marked.
You rubbed your body up into his. Becoming more and more frantic in your movements. You were just so close, so close to something you had neglected for so long until recently; and he just took it away from you.
He placed his hand onto your abdomen, pushing down lightly, detaching himself from your neck.
"Use your words 'mega."
His words had little-to-no-meaning at that point. Just nonsense that kept his mouth from yours, his body from yours. But, he wasn't budging.
"Sex," you panted. "Now."
He lowered himself slowly.
"Please."
"As you wish baby," he said.
He lined himself up and (surprisingly) inched his way in. Sighing as he bottomed out. Up until then, you almost thought that he wasn't affected by the hormones in the room. But, once he bottomed out his breaths became ragged. Arms shaking on either side of your face as if it was taking every ounce of his power to not hide his nose in your neck. To make you his.
You rolled your hips up into his as much as you could. Savoring the feeling of his penis hitting a wall inside of you. You weren't quite sure if it was your cervix or just a curve within you, but you decided it wasn't important.
He must have got the message as he began to pull out and thrust back in, though, at a slow controlled pace. As if he didn't trust himself to let go this time. Neither of us was uninhibited by liquor and was conscious of his actions more than the previous drunken encounter. But even in this state, you knew what would make him snap.
"Come on," you whispered in his ear. "Show me what you really got, Alpha."
He stilled for a moment. Processing your words with the last shred of sense he had left. He groaned, growled almost, before his hand snapped around your neck, squeezing on either side.
"Don't say that if you don't mean it 'mega."
Before a word could fall from your lips it was replaced with a scream as he laid into like you were a toy. In and out. In and out. Seemingly hitting deeper and deeper every time. There was a faint slap from the skin on skin in the background, and if it hurt you could tell. As you brought your knees closer to the bed, making as much space for him as possible, bringing him in as close as possible. With the everso faint scrap of his staples occasionally catching on whatever exposed skin they were closest, you could focus on a single feeling.
His hand moves from my neck, bracing itself against my headboard instead. The other hand was holding up my lower back, angling my hips upwards and thrusting deep inside of me. I could feel the slams of his hips ripple through my skin.
Then, again, he stops.
I shout, "What the fuck Dabi. That's twice now."
"Don't wanna cum yet," he said. "Roll over so I can't watch you."
Sure, that's what's happening.
You rolled your eyes and did as he said. Bracing yourself with your weight on your forearms, back arched, ass up. You waited a bit before swaying your hips side-to-side and looking back over your shoulder, checking to see if he was okay. And he was just sitting there, staring at you. Laying in wait.
"If you're just going to edge me and leave me high and dry you can go," you said frustrated.
He shook his head, inhaled, and swiped his nose. Almost as if he was mentally stretching.
"Lost my breath bad," he said. "My quirks no good for my body."
He laughed solumly.
"I'm sorry Dabi, I didn't know."
"You're good," he said. "And trust me, I want nothing more than to fuck your brains out, but my lungs just don't agree with me all the time."
You were about to roll over and ask if he just wanted to cuddle and spend the night instead, when he grabbed you.
"Hey, I thought you desperately wanted to fuck," he said. "And now you're turning around and acting like we aren't doing anything."
"I mean if your body can't take it-"
Still on all fours, he leans of your back, reclaiming his spot right next to your ear.
"Don't worry about me 'mega," he said. "If I couldn't take it you definitely wouldn't be able to."
And with that, he reentered your body. Initially, he leaned back, kneeling almost upright, balancing himself with his tight grip on your hips. Head thrown back with a steady pace, panting softly. You were trying to meet his body, but your tired body was having trouble keeping the rhythm.
He grunted and without warning pulled out all the way before leaning over you and diving back into you. You cried out both in surprise and pleasure, opting to place a corner of the nearest pillow in your mouth to muffle you. The new, faster rhythm, hit far deeper in you than before, making your toes curl.
As you continued to moan, again and again, Dabi growled. Nipping at your ears and grazing your neck. Whispering borderline incomprehensible "nothings" into your ear.
You feel so good [Y/N].
Your fucking mine.
I'm gonna breed the shit out of you, I'm gonna...
..swollen stomach...
...cum leaking...
And so on.
He was thrusting so hard that your body had moved, your face pressed into the headboard. Your legs were beginning to shake as his brutal pace continued, only to be turned into complete jelly when he relocated his hand to your clit. Rubbing frantically, messy in every way, but mind-numbing nonetheless. You couldn't stop the noises coming out of your mouth as the ball began to form in the pit of your stomach again. Tears peaked at the corners of your eyes and you touched into the feeling and nothing else. Clenching, holding your breath, getting closer and closer and-
Finally.
You felt the long-awaited relief of your own orgasm. Your belly twitching, legs convulsing, vagina clenching. You felt the excess of slick rush out of your body and you quickly become overstimulated. But you didn't want to stop, not after being shorted two times before.
Dabi must have noticed when he said, "You're doing so good 'mega. Just a little bit more, okay?"
And you basked in his words. Droll dripping down your chin as you pant between cries and moans, as his fingers never stopped. You were no longer able to support the weight of both of you as your arms crumpled beneath you, leaving only your jelly legs to support you for the time being.
But, soon enough you felt the ball tighten in your stomach once again. Tears fall from your eyes as this orgasm comes faster and not without pain.
"Please, Dabi," you sob out.
With that, he bit into the pillow next to you. Burying himself deep inside of you as cum fills the condom inside of you and his knot swells. His hips give a few shallow thrusts to milk the last of his orgasm out before removing himself from the pillow.
Once the two of you caught your breath, then began the awkward struggle of moving so that both of you could lie down comfortably. Thankfully it didn't take too long before you two were comfortably spooning. You could feel his breath blowing through your hair as you traced your finger around his hand. Going over every ridge, every scar, every staple, just taking in the small part of him you had access to at the moment. There was an irony to that, as his penis was currently stuck inside of you for the next 20 or so minutes and his other are was nestled nearby. But this part was yours to explore and you were content with that.
You sighed. Letting the post-knot hormones fill your nostrils and begin to lull you to sleep. You tried your best to twist your face around to see him but hit his head in the process.
"Why?" he asked.
"Sorry just," you hesitated. "You can stay the night if you want to."
"Mhmm."
"No, Dabi, like stay the night stay the night."
It was his turn to sigh, "I'll decide after I recover from the concussion you just gave me."
You both laughed and a comfortable silence fell over the apartment. Allowing both of you to drift off into a cozy sleep.
I yearn for the euphoria of being a child again, a pre-adolescent child, before my mind turned on itself. I yearn for the feeling of being able to take on the world, of scheming with friends, of playing pretend, of being unapologetic in my feelings and interests. I want to feel the wind in my hair as I run through the woods with my best friend and searching for mythical creatures and adventure. I just want to feel again.
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