The pleated panel on Jack's jacket is done!
I'm really pleased with how it turned out, and when I saw this beam of sunlight hitting it where it was hanging in the closet, I couldn't help but take a couple of photos lol.
The panels run from the edge of the stand up collar to the edge of the cuffs on both sleeves. Jack pretty much always wears the jacket with the cuffs turned back, but I finished the edges so that it looks good if he's wearing it unfolded, too.
I think the effect is wonderfully Star Wars-y without being too weird looking. Jack can wear the jacket with regular outfits and the pleating will be just a cool detail. He's excited about wearing it, both to Batuu and just in general, and really what better measure of successful sewing is there than that?
The pleated fabric continues to photograph a bit more brown than it looks in real life, though I did manage to get a photo in natural sunlight where the color is pretty accurate:
We've started talking about what other little details or greeblies we might want to add to the jacket before we go to Batuu on Tuesday. Top contender at the moment is adding a little pocket above one of the top flap pockets, designed to hold a couple little code cylinders (just left over bits from when I made my Oswin Oswald belt).
One of the first modifications we made to this jacket was to cut out the hood that used to live stuffed inside the zipper on the back of the collar -- mostly to reduce the puffy bulk in the collar, but it also means that I have some extra fabric that matches the jacket exactly. I also have more of the fabric from the pleated panel if we decide to add a little contrast element.
But first! I need to get all the hooks and eyes sewn onto my vest. Yesterday I marked out the placement for the eye side of the five that surround the zipper (and thus are actually functional), and sewed on the hook half of the one that will secure the underlap and make zipping up the zipper easier. Once I've got these marked out eyes sewn on, I'll need to put the vest on again to check where the corresponding hooks should go on the underside of the overlap.
Attaching the hook on the underlap went pretty quickly and feels nice and secure, so I'm hoping I can get through at least most of the hooks and eyes today. Putting on the hooks and eyes is the very last step for the vest, as I don't plan to add any additional details or greeblies. Nearly there!
I'm continuing to noodle on ways to cover the laces of my Doc Martens and the buckle of my belt. I have a couple of ideas, some of which would involve putting pieces together with E6000 glue -- which is part of the reason I've been putting off gluing my kyber crystal necklace, so I can just glue everything in one go. I would really love to focus on all those bits this weekend, which means I should get back to sewing those hooks and eyes into place.
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Sub!top Ellie getting whiny w a double-sided strap♡
Warnings: smut, MDNI, double sided strap (referred to as E’s cock), sub!top ellie, power bottom brat reader, Ellie & reader are high, daddy kink fuck off!, breeding kink, why am I tryna fuck reader?, no y/n, no pdor
A/N: actual brainrot of me attempting to procrastinate my case study! (My first solo Ellie fic bahh scary)
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She always had it under control. Making sure you couldn’t see how fucking pathetic she got when your ass bounced on the base of her cock, sending the plastic inside of her to hit deep into her stomach.
Ellie would make you get on your elbows with your back arched for her so you couldn’t see her bottom lip abused by her teeth to hold back her whimpers. She’d cut into it till she bled to save face.
Sometimes you’d ignore her attempts at control in this position, sending your hips back so you can catch her red-handed. A whine would escape her clenched mouth, “stop fucking moving,” as she’d adjust her voice into a deeper octave in attempt to cover her slip-up. Ellie would grip down deeper into the flesh of your hips, stunting your dominance.
You’d beg to take control but she’d always promise to fill you up if you were good and did as you were told, “be daddy’s good girl and I’ll let you clean up your mess on daddy’s cock hmm?” You’d always give into her antics, too cock drunk to refuse watching her eyes half lidded as you licked her soaked cock afterwards, letting your tongue drag down to her stuffed hole leaking with the mix of both of your arousals.
This time you’d asked to smoke the second joint with her, knowing when she got so high she liked watching you ride her with the regular strap.
And if you accidentally handed her the double-sided one…
“Get the strap, need- need to f-fuck you now,” Ellie says in a pant, eyes bloodshot with smoke and lust as she aimlessly grinds her cunt into yours.
Sleight of hand, careless slip up of sorts as you hand her the strap adorned by two plastics. She doesn’t even look- lips never leaving yours and she shimmies up the straps to her hips feverishly- she couldn’t fuck you quick enough.
She’s so wet it slips right into her aching cunt. A pathetic whine trails out of her into your mouth, “baby th-this is- the- uh-“ she finds herself at a crossroad- so needy to fuck you but too deprived to not please herself.
“I know, is that okay el?” You say batting your lashes at the open-mouthed girl.
“Uh- yeah- mhm,” her eyes reeking of desperation.
She slips the tip into your leaking hole immediately, too distracted by the way her cunt throbs around the plastic. She attempts muffling her pleas with her teeth but she’s far too careless this time, pitiful moans spewing out as she drives sloppy thrusts into you.
“S-sound so pretty el,” you croak out so drunk on her desperation. “Feels f-fuck! feels so good inside,” she says eyes screwed shut gripping down onto the headboard behind your head.
She attempts at kissing you to no avail, mouth full of anguished whimpers. With her hands free from the grasp of the headboard you lock your ankles onto hers, flipping her back onto the bed.
You situate yourself into a straddle around her sweat slicked thighs. Ellie’s eyes are bewildered at your dominance- she’s. Fucked.
Your hands meet her swollen nipples, fingertips pinching at the rosy buds.
Another guttural cry elicited from the freckled girl comes as you bounce onto her slick cock, driving hers deep into her stomach. Her head is thrown back as she grips into the sheets- trying to not cum early like the fucking loser she was.
“B-baby I’m going to cum, s-slow down,” she pleas as tears wet her ducts. Her chest heaves as you relentlessly grind onto her, strategically applying pressure into her clit.
You drop your chest onto her, holding her jaw as you whisper into her ear, “cum in me daddy, I’ll lick up every drop, be your good little girl.”
Ellie can’t control herself anymore, gripping her hands into your hips so hard it’ll leave bruises. She drags your cunt up and down her clit to create friction, huffing out a string of curses and cries.
“Gunna fill this pussy for acting like this,” she squeaks out, so cute when she still thinks she’s in control.
“Please daddy- please!” You cry out. She could come from just hearing how desperate you get for her cock- and she has. Not that she’ll ever admit it.
“Fuck- oh fuck I-“ her words stop short as she bucks her hips up into you, her orgasm ripping through her. You grind onto her as her body shakes, losing completely autonomy.
“Thank you daddy,” you say kissing down her chest. Making your way down to her fucked out hole, completely soaked with arousal.
You were a good girl, licking every last drop Ellie so kindly made for you.
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