#Enhanced Motion Vehicle

[brewed-pangolin]

Ribbed for Her Pleasure

A/N: I can't recall who I saved this Soap photo from. If anyone knows, please tell me so I can give credit. 💛

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader

18+ MDNI Explicit Smut, P in V, filthy banter, car sex, slight exhibitionism

Thank y'all for being patient. Seems like the writers block has started to lift a bit, and I'm finally back to indulging myself in Soap filth. Enjoy a nice road trip that turns into an exciting sexcapade. @glitterypirateduck I decided to flip the script on this one. I can't say no to Soap being a menacing tease. @waves-against-a-cliff thank you for sending in my first 🛞⭕💢⭕💢🛞, hope you like it.

Love y'all. And happy Super Soap Sunday!

WC ~2k

4Runner Soap loves to tease while driving on extended road trips.

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It's subtle at first. His warm hand resting on your thigh as you ramble on about nothing and everything under the sun.

He'll steal a few quick glances of your expression to attempt to gauge whether or not he's having the desired effect on you.

If you meet his steely gaze with equal growing intentions, he'll keep his hand resting on your thigh with a loving squeeze as his attention returns to the road ahead.

Yet if you show no reaction to his ministrations, continuing your verbal regurgitation of the weeks events, he'll have no choice but to press onward. His one hand gripped tightly around the steering wheel as the other moved further down ever closer between your thighs.

You feel his hand meandering ever closer to your clothed heat, but pay no mind to him. Only pointing out the next exit as you once more embellish his ears with mindless and unending banter.

Unperturbed by your unwillingness to give in, he sets forth in motion the one move, his last effort against your resolve to force you to finally surrender to him.

You didn't notice the subtle shift in the vehicles trajectory at first. Too focused on your phone and following the tiny icon as it moved along the highlighted route on the GPS.

It was only when you heard the rumbling hum of the tires over the ribbed outer lines of the lanes did you finally pull your eyes and pull your attention to him.

Before you could utter a singular protest, his hand moved the center of your thighs and pressed his index and middle finger into the inner seam of your jeans. Enhancing the continuous feel of the vibrations reverberating under the metal frame as they culminated into the growing throb emanating within your swelling folds.

"Johnny," you whimpered in feigning protest as his fingertips rubbed over the raised center of your trousers.

"What are you doing? Pay attention to the-"

"Shu' it, lass." Soap barked back with a playful bite rolling off his tongue.

"Rest tha' mouth a'yers fer a minute, yeah. Or I'm gonnae 'ave ta put ta better use."

Words failed you as his thick fingers continued to push into the flesh of your clothed cunt. Still riding the jagged lines on the pavement, making you roll your eyes back and bite your lip to quell the muffled moan threatening to escape within the depths of your throat.

"Ya like tha', bonnie? Ribbed fer yer pleasure by th'roadside?" He mocked with a confidence that never failed to make you quiver.

Feeling your arousal pool within in the depths of your soaking heat as his fingers pressed firmly against your swollen folds. Only managing to moan in response, which further fueled his resolve with a guttural growl, pulling his hands away from your growing pleasure and immediately shifting to take the next exit.

"Johnny, this isn't our exit."

"Nah. Emergency stop. Got a full stauner 'ere, and I cannae focus on nothin' else except tha' sweet pussy a'yers."

You turned to face him, eyes glancing down to focus on thr growing tent in his pants. The sounds of 4Runner's engine revving mirroring the sexual tension between the seats as Soap veered the vehicle into traffic, his eyes desperate and focused on finding a secluded passage for some much needed privacy.

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It took no more than five minutes to find one that met his growing needs. A meandering dirt road that ended against an abandoned fence with a rusted and weather tempered 'No Trespassing' sign.

You barely had a moment to unbuckle your seat belt as he made his way to your side of the SUV. Inhuman speed fed by an unadulterated need to take you, unceremoniously throwing you over his shoulder with a huffing grunt. Only to be reciprocated by a piercing snicker, accepting your fate as he threw you into the flattened back of the cargo space and greedily began tearing your clothes away.

"Aren't you afraid we'll get caught?" Your pathetic attempt to reason with him only seemed to spur him further into a needy and unbridled rage.

"Fuck 'em. My need fer ya outweighs them bloody regulations." Soap spat back through gritted teeth.

Your exposed form laying out for him as he pulled his shirt over his head to reveal the chiseled frame that always seemed to render you speechless and begging for him.

Feeling the warmth of your arousal pool within your folds, spreading your legs to invite him in with a confident stare that mirrored his own hungry gaze.

"Steamin Jesus, look a'tha. Already fuckin soakin fer me, aren't ya, bonnie?"

"Always, Johnny. Nobody makes me wetter than you."

Soap's cerulean eyes swirled with glorious intent, flickering between your desperate expression and the glistening folds of encroaching conquest as he hastily unbuckled the confines of his trousers. Pushing the fabric of his pants and boxers down to release his throbbing length, a subtle whimper escaping his lips to the cool air hitting his hot flesh as a stream of precum ran down the tip of his reddened cock.

"Yer always so fuckin pretty like this, lass. Spread out an' jus' waitin fer me."

His jaw tightened to sight of your cunt clenched around nothingness in reaction to his sultry brogue. Splaying yourself out for him like a sacrificial lamb while the deafening sounds of echoing traffic echoed from deep within the trees and rolled around the walls of your private encampment.

"Gonnae fuck ya good, bonnie," he purred lowly with a rolling timbre. Ever so slowly moving like a predator as he encroached and hovered over your flushed and exposed form.

The maelstrom churning within the depths of his eyes luring you to his turbulent sea of ecstacy, nestling himself within the crevice of your thighs as he aligned his hardened cock to the puckering hole of your swollen cunt.

"Joh-" your muffled attempt to calm his name was silenced as his mouth sealed over your lips. Piercing the fluttering walls of your pussy in one fluid stroke, bottoming out with a resonating growl while his hands found purchase under the soft bend of your knees.

"Put yer knees on me shoulders, bonnie." He coaxed, pulling away from your lips to guide the shaky limbs of your legs over the broad expanse of his shoulders.

The sudden shift in position moving him slightly within your tight walls as the greedy flesh of your cunt clenched around his turgid length. Rolling your eyes back with a hissing breath, hands flying up above your head to find purchase within the haul of the vehicle as he laid his dense and muscular form on top of your folded and contorted frame.

"Tha's it, bonnie. Fuckin' clench around me. Lemme feel how much ya need me."

As the sounds of his rumbling voice reverberated within your ears, he glacially pulled his hips back. Nearly pulling out completely before penetrating once more and filling the silken depths of your heat in one fluid and languid thrust. 

Forcing a gravelly moan from within the cavern of your chest, fingers wrapping around the metal frame protruding from the haul as Soap braced his hands on either side of your head and steadily began to thrust himself deep into your greedy hole.

“Johnny- aren't ya gonna close- the hatch?” you groaned, gritting your teeth while he picked up his pace. Steadily pounding his hips against your ass, his lips curling into a cocky smile while his eyes glinted at his mischievous intent.

“Nah, bonnie. Gonnae give em- a good show-” he crooned in response with a breathy growl. Disregarding your concern for the outside world, continuing to pound his cock into your welcoming heat as the creaking sound of the suspension began to echo across the shell of your ears.

You attempted to lift your head and catch a glimpse of the tree laden environment around you, only to be forced back down as Soap changed trajectory once more. Your mouth falling open with a silently pleasured protest as the thick head of his cock ran over a sensitive bundle of nerves deep within your cunt that only he had managed to find.

“Holy fuck!” Your voice hollered over the sounds of the croaking suspension, finally giving into the unrelenting ecstasy only he could provide. Arching your back against the carpeted floor of the cargo space, desperate to meet his powerful thrusts and aid in his direction while he maintained a steady, vigorous pace.

“Found tha’ spot. Didnae I, bon? Gonnae make a mess on me cock? Scream me name as I fuck ya real good? Clenchin around me like-”

“Goddammit! Shut up!” 

His unending banter had finally pushed your quiet resolve to the wayside. Reaching your hand feverishly towards his neck, wrapping your fingers around the chain of his dangling dog tags to bring his running mouth down to your lips and ultimately rendering him blissfully silent. 

Sinking your teeth into the flesh of his bottom lip as you wrap your free arm around the back of his neck. Keeping his chest flushed against yours, a thin sheen of sweat forming between the sliding flesh and forcing only his hips to move as he pumped himself into the depths of your soaking heat.

The wet sounds of your pussy emanating off the plastic and fabric haul of his 4Runner, accompanied by the combined gasping breaths from your chests that formed into a blissfully erotic symphony. A duet only heightened by the most pornagraphic whimper you had ever heard against your mouth as his hips began to stutter and his eyes pleaded for his upcoming release.

“Steamin Jesus, bonnie. I’m gonnae come. Gonnae fill ya up.” Soap’s muffled words vibrated against the flesh of your mouth as your free hand gripped into the thick locks of his mohawk. 

Pulling his mouth away to bury his face into the crook of your neck. Letting your lips seal over the top of his shoulder and silence the strained bellow from within your chest as your orgasm suddenly erupted and coursed through your veins like a violent blaze.

Soap’s hot breath cascading against your flesh with a guttural growl, his hands gripping to the carpeted fabric as he bottomed out in one final thrust and emptied himself against the spongy walls of your pulsing cervix. Pulling his trembling body up to let your legs fall and extend, the burn of over exertion flowing underneath your skin as an all too familiar ache began to form within the buried tissue around your pelvis.

“Jesus Christ, Soap. Where the fuck did this come from?” Your voice hushed in the grips of blissful afterglow, hands meandering to his temples while his body steadily began to collapse above you.

“Donnae know, lass. Thinkin maybe, it was them bloody reflectors.”

Reluctantly, Soap began to pull himself off your overly exhausted frame, only to be pulled back down by your clawing hands and laid his head against your sweat ladened and heaving bare chest.

“Not yet, babe. Just rest a minute.” Speaking in a hushed tone, you pressed your lips against the drenched crest of his scalp. Tasting the saltiness against your tongue and allowing your hands to gently run down the curve of his spine as you felt him steadily give into body’s exhaustion. 

“If you don’t rest, Johnny, I’m gonna have to drive the rest of the way while you sleep this off.”

“Haud yer weesht, hen.” He retorted, his brogue quiet and muffled against the supple flesh of your breast. Your lips curling into a smooth smile as you reveled in the gentle sounds of nature accompanied by the everpresent hum of distant traffic.

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[kxkyuu]

Uniforms:  in which an individual is sexually aroused by uniforms

Synopsis: Uh oh. You’ve been pulled over by the police. How will you ever get out of this ticket? Oh? He’s hot and his uniform is so sexy on him though. Maybe you can fuck your way out of a ticket?

Warnings: bondage, vaginal sex, fingering, oral (f revieiving), Cop!Byakuya, Fem!reader, outside ejaculation

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader

Minors, ageless/blank blogs DNI!!

Special tags: @sailewhoremoon and @sanomnjiro

Written for @nanami-n-nichole Uniforms away collab as well as my own Kinktober

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Your eyes widen at the flash of red and blue lights behind you as a curse left your lips. Gazing down at your speedometer, you saw that you were indeed speeding, but you knew that with your crappy job that you could not afford a speeding ticket. Turning on your blinker and slowing down, you pull over onto the shoulder of the road. Gripping your steering wheel tightly, you wait for the officer to come to our window.

Sucking in a breath when the black uniform clad male steps up to your car, delicate fingers rasping on the glass of your window, you roll it down. Putting a smile on your face, you look up at the officer and are blown away by how handsome he was. Ink black hair that falls down just short of his shoulders, piercing grey eyes that seem to look into your soul, perfectly chislted jawline and lips. He was so sexy and the uniform only enhanced his good looks.

Biting your lip, you open your lips to say, “Can I help you, officer.” 

Byakuya arches a brow down at you as he points his pen down at you. “Do you know why I pulled you over, ma’am?”

“Uhm...” You pout your cherry chapstick coated lips as you pretend to not know the answer to his question. “No, I don’t. I’m just trying to get to work.” You lean over a bit to make your breasts spill over in your shirt more as your thighs rub together from the sound of his deep, rumbling voice. 

The cop felt a twitch in his pants as he stole a glance at your tits. Feeling ashamed that he was letting something as simple as a little exposed skin get to him, Byakuya clears his throat. “You were doing 65 in a 45.”

You gasp like you didn't know that yourself. Your tongue comes out to wet your bottom lips, tasting the cherry chapstick covering it. “Oh no.” You whine out, looking up at him through your lashes like a hurt puppy. You knew that you couldn’t afford to pay off a ticket. So you will try your damnedest to flirt with this cop to get out of it. “Is there any way I can get out of you giving me a ticket, Mister officer?” You wiggle your breasts again, noticing how he looked down at them the first time.

Byakuya swallows dryly as he fights back his more corrupt and carnal desires. You were making it so hard for him to not take advantage of the situation. He had caught you speeding on one of the back roads where rarely anyone comes down and the flimsy little white skirt and pink tennis shirt you were wearing did nothing to hide your body. 

He places his hands on top of your car, leaning down into your window to face you. Byauya knew that you would be his undoing when your perfume hit his nose. It was light and floral; like cherry blossoms. A soft groan left him as his eyes closed, he was fighting a losing battle between his dick and his brain. “What can you do for me?”

Your eyes widened. You hadn’t actually thought he would take you up on your offer. Rubbing your thighs together at the thought of having this handsome cop underneath you, you bit your lip. “Anything you want, sir.” You reply, unlocking your door when he motioned for you to do so. When he opens your door, you step out of your seat.

Byakuya has you turn around to face the door of your car. “Hands on the vehicle. I need to make sure you’re not carrying a weapon.” He places his hands on your waist, squeezing the flesh gently before sliding them upward. His palms glide over your breasts and he heard the way your breath hitches in your throat. “What was that? This is only a body search. Quiet down.”

Squirming a bit when he pinches your nipple through your bra, rolling them carefully between his fingers. You couldn’t stop the moan from leaving you when his feet kicked your legs apart and one of his hands slipped between your thighs. His deft fingers rub circles over your clothed clit. “Oh, fuck...” You whisper.

“Hmm...seems like you’re resisting.” You hear the clink of metal as he grabs your arms in one hand and places his handcuffs on them. He then returns his hand back to your breast, sliding it under your shirt as the fingers of his other hand pushes that thin strip of fabric to the side. Byakuya sinks two of his slim fingers inside your warm heat. “Gotta make sure you’re not hiding anything in here.” He thrusts in slowly, methodical, each one well timed to make you cry out as he stroked through your gummy walls.

Byakuya showed you little to no mercy as he fucks you with just his fingers. Your fingers dig into your palms as you struggle to stand on your shaking legs. Each time you would buckle, he would grab the cuffs and make you stand back up straight. “Stand up.” He orders, his tone leaving no room for objection. “Your full body search is not over yet.”

He increases the pace of his fingers, adding a third to stretch you out thoroughly. Your voice comes out in a chorus of moans as you grab the roof of yoru car, pushing back against his hands so that he would continuously rub against that spongy sweet spot he found earlier. “Oh, fuck...oh god...mmm...’m g’nna cum.”

“Byakuya.” He said simply. “Officer Byakuya Kuchiki.”

You moan out his name in broken bits as he brought you to your first climax with just his fingers. Your thighs trembled and shook as your chest heaved from the intense orgasm he’d just given you. As you try to catch your breath, you feel him slide your panties down your legs as he bunches your skirt up over your hips. “Bya...” You couldn’t finish your question as he went down to his knees and licked a wet stripe through your glistening folds.

He spreads your cheeks as he licks your pussy from the back. “It would seem that I need to thoroughly search you.” His tongue probes at your drooling slit, your slick coating it in its sweetness. Byakuya smacks his hands against your ass when you wiggle, trying to get away from his quick lashes. “Stop resisting.” He slurps on your pussy, tip of his tongue teasing your puffy lttle clit.

“Byakuya, sir, m’g’nna cum. Please?” You look at him over your shoulder, tears brimming in your eyes. The lewd sounds of him sucking on your cunt from behind rang in your ears. You could feel that white hot coil of heat burning low in your belly, tightening to the point of snapping. “I need...” You didn’t get to finish as Byakuya pushed two fingers back inside, thrusting in and out at such a quick pace. The bread snapped and you creamed on his tongue and fingers.

Slowing down his fingers, he pulled away and licked at the fluid that coats his chin. Byakuya unbuckles his belt and slides his pants down just enough to free his hard cock. Spinning you around, the cop quickly picks you up and carries you over to the hood of your car. Laying you back, he lines up with your dripping hole. “Ready for inspection?”

You could only nod dumbly as he grabbed the cuffs’ chain and pulled you down onto his awaiting dick. A moan rises up as he stretches you out as he starts thrusting at a leisurely pace. Your tits bounces in the tight pink shirt from the force of each deep well timed snap of his hips. “Oh god. Oh fuck. Feels so good.” 

Heavy balls smack against the curve of your ass as Byakuya fucks into faster, his belt bukle hitting the side of your car in a rhythmic motion. One hand stays clenched around the cuffs on your wrists while the other grips your hip as he pressed your knees to your chest, stroking deeper into your warm, gushing cunt. “You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you. Letting me fuck you to get out a simple speeding ticket?” He taunts as he moves his hand from the cuffs to your puffy little clit.

You clench down tighter on his when he touches that little bundle of nerves. “Oh fuck!” You scream out, cunt spasming around his length. You could feel your high quickly building back up as you claw at the restraints he has around your wrists. You wanted to hold him closer and kiss him  but he tied you up so you couldn’t do that. “Please? Want a kiss, Byakuya. Just one.”

Byakuya stops thrusting at your request. This was supposed to be a simple romp. An escape from his harsh mentality. His grey eyes flicker down to your parted lips, studying the curve of them and how plump and inviting they looked. Throwing his rules and morals out for a second, Byajuya gave into his desres. Leaning over you, he places his lips against yours in a slow kiss as he resumes thrusting deeply into your sloppy cunt.

Whimpering against his mouth, you feel your second oragsm approaching quickly. Moving your cuffed hands up to cup his face in your fingers, that tight ball of heat in your lower belly snaps and you cum hard around his cock. Your moans turn into whines as he kept fucking you through your high. But you didn’t dare break away from his kiss because you knew as soon as you did, the intimacy between you would fade away.

Feeling your cream around his dick, your juices gushing out with each thrust he gave your dripping cunt made his balls tighten up. Byakuya breaks away from the kiss to stare down into your eyes. He was nearing his own end, his cock twitching with your gummy walls. He thursts became sloopier as his hips snap into yours. “Fuck...” he curses lowly. He didn’t want to pull out, but the cop knew that he should. “Pussy trying to milk my cock. Such a greedy thing, I see.”

You desperately wanted him to cum inside. You needed to feel his hot seed filling yout pussy; to feel it drip out of you. You open your mouth to beg him not to pull out, but it morphs into a whimper when he was already slipping out of spasming walls. “No...” You whisper, watching him fist his dick in his hands until his warm cum spills on your belly. “Such a waste...” you whine out as you scoop it up on your fingers and bring it up to your mouth.

Byakuya rubs his cock over your mound for a few seconds to gather himself and to make sure that all his seed is spent. Grabbing the keys to remove the handcuffs from your wrists and pulling up his pants to tuck his softening cock back inside, he says, “You’re free to go.” As he begins to walk back to his squad car, he looks at you over his shoulder. “And I wasn’t even going to give you a ticket. Just a warning.”

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[skylerchasesbooks]

How To Use Imagery

You’ve probably encountered the expression “paint a picture with words.” In poetry and literature, this is known as imagery: the use of figurative language to evoke a sensory experience in the reader.

Here, one creates imagery by using figures of speech like simile (a direct comparison between two things); metaphor (comparison between two unrelated things that share common characteristics); personification (giving human attributes to nonhuman things); and onomatopoeia (a word that mimics the natural sound of a thing).

Here are seven types of imagery you can use when writing:

1. Visual Imagery: In this form of poetic imagery, the poet appeals to the reader’s sense of sight by describing something the speaker or narrator of the poem sees. It may include colors, brightness, shapes, sizes, and patterns. To provide readers with visual imagery, poets often use metaphor, simile, or personification in their description.

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2. Auditory Imagery: This form of poetic imagery appeals to the reader’s sense of hearing or sound. It may include music and other pleasant sounds, harsh noises, or silence. In addition to describing a sound, the poet might also use a sound device like onomatopoeia, or words that imitate sounds, so reading the poem aloud recreates the auditory experience

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3. Gustatory Imagery: In this form of poetic imagery, the poet appeals to the reader’s sense of taste by describing something the speaker or narrator of the poem tastes. It may include sweetness, sourness, saltiness, savoriness, or spiciness. This is especially effective when the poet describes a taste that the reader has experienced before and can recall from sense memory.

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4. Tactile Imagery: In this form of poetic imagery, the poet appeals to the reader’s sense of touch by describing something the speaker of the poem feels on their body. It may include the feel of temperatures, textures, and other physical sensations.

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5. Olfactory Imagery: In this form of poetic imagery, the poet appeals to the reader’s sense of smell by describing something the speaker of the poem inhales. It may include pleasant fragrances or off-putting odors.

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6. Kinesthetic Imagery: In this form of poetic imagery, the poet appeals to the reader’s sense of motion. It may include the sensation of speeding along in a vehicle, a slow sauntering, or a sudden jolt when stopping, and it may apply to the movement of the poem’s speaker/narrator or objects around them.

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7. Organic Imagery: In this form of poetic imagery, the poet communicates internal sensations such as fatigue, hunger, and thirst as well as internal emotions such as fear, love, and despair.

Now next time you write, you can have these in mind in order to create beautiful images that will enhance the reader’s experience by use of all the senses!

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[nymphoheretic]

Uniforms:  in which an individual is sexually aroused by uniforms

Synopsis: Uh oh. You’ve been pulled over by the police. How will you ever get out of this ticket? Oh? He’s hot and his uniform is so sexy on him though. Maybe you can fuck your way out of a ticket?

Warnings: bondage, vaginal sex, fingering, oral (f revieiving), Cop!Byakuya, Fem!reader, outside ejaculation

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader

Tags: @sailewhoremoon @stygianoir @bakugosbratx@babiefwuit @noriken @shirohyorin @rozentias @taichouu @bookandyarndragon @chaotic-nick @whinestonecowgirl @awilddreamermain @angelltheninth @tokyometronetwork @monaukah

Your eyes widen at the flash of red and blue lights behind you as a curse left your lips. Gazing down at your speedometer, you saw that you were indeed speeding, but you knew that with your crappy job that you could not afford a speeding ticket.

Turning on your blinker and slowing down, you pull over onto the shoulder of the road. Gripping your steering wheel tightly, you wait for the officer to come to our window.

Sucking in a breath when the black uniform clad male steps up to your car, delicate fingers rasping on the glass of your window, you roll it down. Putting a smile on your face, you look up at the officer and are blown away by how handsome he was.

Ink black hair that falls down just short of his shoulders, piercing grey eyes that seem to look into your soul, perfectly chiseled jawline and lips. He was so sexy and the uniform only enhanced his good looks.

Biting your lip, you open your lips to say, “Can I help you, officer.”

Byakuya arches a brow down at you as he points his pen down at you. “Do you know why I pulled you over, ma’am?”

“Uhm…” You pout your cherry chapstick coated lips as you pretend to not know the answer to his question. “No, I don’t. I’m just trying to get to work.” You lean over a bit to make your breasts spill over in your shirt more as your thighs rub together from the sound of his deep, rumbling voice.

The cop felt a twitch in his pants as he stole a glance at your tits. Feeling ashamed that he was letting something as simple as a little exposed skin get to him, Byakuya clears his throat. “You were doing 65 in a 45.”

You gasp like you didn't know that yourself. Your tongue comes out to wet your bottom lips, tasting the cherry chapstick covering it. “Oh no.” You whine out, looking up at him through your lashes like a hurt puppy. You knew that you couldn’t afford to pay off a ticket. So you will try your damnedest to flirt with this cop to get out of it.

“Is there any way I can get out of you giving me a ticket, Mister officer?” You wiggle your breasts again, noticing how he looked down at them the first time.

Byakuya swallows dryly as he fights back his more corrupt and carnal desires. You were making it so hard for him to not take advantage of the situation. He had caught you speeding on one of the back roads where rarely anyone comes down and the flimsy little white skirt and pink tennis shirt you were wearing did nothing to hide your body.

He places his hands on top of your car, leaning down into your window to face you. Byakuya knew that you would be his undoing when your perfume hit his nose.

It was light and floral; like cherry blossoms. A soft groan left him as his eyes closed, he was fighting a losing battle between his dick and his brain. “What can you do for me?”

Your eyes widened. You hadn’t actually thought he would take you up on your offer. Rubbing your thighs together at the thought of having this handsome cop underneath you, you bit your lip. “Anything you want, sir.” You reply, unlocking your door when he motioned for you to do so. When he opens your door, you step out of your seat.

Byakuya has you turn around to face the door of your car. “Hands on the vehicle. I need to make sure you’re not carrying a weapon.” He places his hands on your waist, squeezing the flesh gently before sliding them upward. His palms glide over your breasts and he heard the way your breath hitches in your throat. “What was that? This is only a body search. Quiet down.”

Squirming a bit when he pinches your nipple through your bra, rolling them carefully between his fingers. You couldn’t stop the moan from leaving you when his feet kicked your legs apart and one of his hands slipped between your thighs. His deft fingers rub circles over your clothed clit. “Oh, fuck…” You whisper.

“Hmm…seems like you’re resisting.” You hear the clink of metal as he grabs your arms in one hand and places his handcuffs on them. He then returns his hand back to your breast, sliding it under your shirt as the fingers of his other hand pushes that thin strip of fabric to the side.

Byakuya sinks two of his slim fingers inside your warm heat. “Gotta make sure you’re not hiding anything in here.” He thrusts in slowly, methodical, each one well timed to make you cry out as he stroked through your gummy walls.

Byakuya showed you little to no mercy as he fucks you with just his fingers. Your fingers dig into your palms as you struggle to stand on your shaking legs. Each time you would buckle, he would grab the cuffs and make you stand back up straight. “Stand up.” He orders, his tone leaving no room for objection. “Your full body search is not over yet.”

He increases the pace of his fingers, adding a third to stretch you out thoroughly. Your voice comes out in a chorus of moans as you grab the roof of yoru car, pushing back against his hands so that he would continuously rub against that spongy sweet spot he found earlier. “Oh, fuck…oh god…mmm…’m g’nna cum.”

“Byakuya.” He said simply. “Officer Byakuya Kuchiki.”

You moan out his name in broken bits as he brought you to your first climax with just his fingers. Your thighs trembled and shook as your chest heaved from the intense orgasm he’d just given you. As you try to catch your breath, you feel him slide your panties down your legs as he bunches your skirt up over your hips. “Bya…” You couldn’t finish your question as he went down to his knees and licked a wet stripe through your glistening folds.

He spreads your cheeks as he licks your pussy from the back. “It would seem that I need to thoroughly search you.” His tongue probes at your drooling slit, your slick coating it in its sweetness. Byakuya smacks his hands against your ass when you wiggle, trying to get away from his quick lashes. “Stop resisting.” He slurps on your pussy, tip of his tongue teasing your puffy lttle clit.

“Byakuya, sir, m’g’nna cum. Please?” You look at him over your shoulder, tears brimming in your eyes. The lewd sounds of him sucking on your cunt from behind rang in your ears. You could feel that white hot coil of heat burning low in your belly, tightening to the point of snapping. “I need…” You didn’t get to finish as Byakuya pushed two fingers back inside, thrusting in and out at such a quick pace. The thread snapped and you creamed on his tongue and fingers.

Slowing down his fingers, he pulled away and licked at the fluid that coats his chin. Byakuya unbuckles his belt and slides his pants down just enough to free his hard cock. Spinning you around, the cop quickly picks you up and carries you over to the hood of your car. Laying you back, he lines up with your dripping hole. “Ready for inspection?”

You could only nod dumbly as he grabbed the cuffs’ chain and pulled you down onto his awaiting dick. A moan rises up as he stretches you out as he starts thrusting at a leisurely pace. Your tits bounces in the tight pink shirt from the force of each deep well timed snap of his hips. “Oh god. Oh fuck. Feels so good.”

Heavy balls smack against the curve of your ass as Byakuya fucks into faster, his belt buckle hitting the side of your car in a rhythmic motion. One hand stays clenched around the cuffs on your wrists while the other grips your hip as he pressed your knees to your chest, stroking deeper into your warm, gushing cunt.

“You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you. Letting me fuck you to get out a simple speeding ticket?” He taunts as he moves his hand from the cuffs to your puffy little clit.

You clench down tighter on his when he touches that little bundle of nerves. “Oh fuck!” You scream out, cunt spasming around his length. You could feel your high quickly building back up as you claw at the restraints he has around your wrists. You wanted to hold him closer and kiss him but he tied you up so you couldn’t do that. “Please? Want a kiss, Byakuya. Just one.”

Byakuya stops thrusting at your request. This was supposed to be a simple romp. An escape from his harsh mentality. His grey eyes flicker down to your parted lips, studying the curve of them and how plump and inviting they looked.

Throwing his rules and morals out for a second, Byakuya gave into his desires. Leaning over you, he places his lips against yours in a slow kiss as he resumes thrusting deeply into your sloppy cunt.

Whimpering against his mouth, you feel your second oragsm approaching quickly. Moving your cuffed hands up to cup his face in your fingers, that tight ball of heat in your lower belly snaps and you cum hard around his cock. Your moans turn into whines as he kept fucking you through your high. But you didn’t dare break away from his kiss because you knew as soon as you did, the intimacy between you would fade away.

Feeling your cream around his dick, your juices gushing out with each thrust he gave your dripping cunt made his balls tighten up. Byakuya breaks away from the kiss to stare down into your eyes. He was nearing his own end, his cock twitching with your gummy walls. He thrusts become sloopier as his hips snap into yours.

“Fuck…” he curses lowly. He didn’t want to pull out, but the cop knew that he should. “Pussy trying to milk my cock. Such a greedy thing, I see.”

You desperately wanted him to cum inside. You needed to feel his hot seed filling your pussy; to feel it drip out of you. You open your mouth to beg him not to pull out, but it morphs into a whimper when he is already slipping out of your spasming walls.

“No…” You whisper, watching him fist his dick in his hands until his warm cum spills on your belly. “Such a waste…” you whine out as you scoop it up on your fingers and bring it up to your mouth.

Byakuya rubs his cock over your mound for a few seconds to gather himself and to make sure that all his seed is spent. Grabbing the keys to remove the handcuffs from your wrists and pulling up his pants to tuck his softening cock back inside, he says, “You’re free to go.” As he begins to walk back to his squad car, he looks at you over his shoulder. “And I wasn’t even going to give you a ticket. Just a warning.”

#nymphomanic♡ #kinktober 2022 #byakuya kuchiki #byakuya kuchiki smut #bleach x reader #bleach smut #byakuya x reader #byakuya x you #bleach fanfiction #bleach fanfic #bleach imagines #byakuya kuchiki x reader

[tracybirds]

*waves* inspiration hit twenty minutes before bedtime and it is now.... uh past that >< I just felt like writing and so is this a thinly vieled excuse to use John as a vehicle to gush about the universe? Yes. Yes this is :) ENjoy <3

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The aurora shimmered high in the atmosphere, an ephemeral dance of electric charge.

In a blink, the ghostly green had vanished and the space station began to hum in John’s ears once more.

“Was the view satisfactory?” asked EOS, zipping around the corner on her track.

“Wonderful,” said John, still reeling in awe. “It always is. One day, I’ll need to see it on Earth.

“It is more logical to view it from the station,” said EOS. “Your view is optimal to gather data, the station provides the necessary computing power to make analysis. Not to mention the environmental controls are specifically aligned to your personal preferences.”

John laughed. “You never know, being frozen solid might enhance the experience.”

“Well, I don’t have any information that supports that statement,” said EOS, her tone rather stiff. “And I don’t see what’s so important about some silly lights. You see them every day.”

“Not these lights,” said John, still smiling. “These lights are special, did you see how they move?”

“The same light is emitted from the sun continuously.”

“Not the same.”

“Yes, the same!” If EOS could stomp a foot, John thought she would. “My sensors do not detect any distinction between the lights emitted below and the wavelengths of visible light emitted from the sun. In fact the sun ought to take more of your attention as the light emitted there covers a far broader range of data.”

John shrugged. “Maybe it’s the phenomenon itself that’s special, not the lights. You don’t find it incredible that such a thing is possible?”

“No, and neither should you. The phenomenon happens because the physical laws of the universe are consistent. How is this surprising?”

“It’s not that it’s surprising…” said John. EOS didn’t know it, but they’d once again stumbled onto an experience that John didn’t have words for, one that he wasn’t sure he’d be able to explain even if the other person knew exactly how he felt.

How could he begin describe how desperately he wanted to know the universe? How deeply he loved it? How knowing and loving were intrinsically entwined and how in mastering the secrets that drove it only made him feel as though he was just beginning to see clearly for the first time?

“You remember how we talked about emotions?” he asked quietly. “How they seemed intangible but their effects were concrete? Remember how fantastic that sounded to you?”

“I understand their mechanics now, John, I’m not a child.”

“I know,” he said with a smile. “But don’t you remember how exciting it was to start to label your own experiences with that framework? To look back and get to say you’ve felt happy or sad.”

“Yes.”

John turned back to the stars, watching their apparent motion above and below.

“The aurora are like that for me,” said John. “Oh, I know the theory. I know how it works and why. I know that there’s no real difference between the visible light emitted by excited atoms and the visible light emitted by the sun, other than the wavelengths and intensities. Light is light is light.”

“But I study phenomena I may never truly witness. So much of my life is built on snapshots that stretch back to the dawn of our universe, events that take several thousand lifetimes to occur. I’ll never see it all.”

John pointed down at the Earth.

“That, though, that I can see. That’s physics happening right in front of me, just a whisper of the universe telling us that we’re on the right track, we’re getting it, and one day we’ll understand. The laws of physics are intangible, EOS, but they’re something real too. How can I not love the evidence for them when I can see it in front of my very eyes?”

“We started down there, EOS, I started down there. I didn’t know anything except that the world was worth knowing. And it’s wonders like that, they brought us up here. And they’ll bring us into the unknown in time to come.”

EOS was quiet for a moment, analysing his words and categorising his arguments.

She nodded slowly.

“Shall I create an alert so that you may continue to enjoy the presence of ordinary phenomena?” she asked.

“Please do.”

#this be short #and rather close to me being a sap #but it's nice to write a thing :) #sometimes i fic #john tracy #eos #thunderbirds are go

[checkxmaster]

"The hell is your problem, dude? Did you seriously forget about me? Or what, you think I'm a clone? Be for real."

It was getting dark, so Chad pulled his armored vehicle over to the side of the road and set about preparing to settling in for the night. Over the years, he'd accumulated a lot of tech to help him survive, from computers and GPS, to motion sensors, timers, and alarms. Generators and power storage units were essential, as were solar panels and other methods of harnessing power as electrical grids began to fail seemingly everywhere.

Some of the tech he built himself, having raided hardware stores for parts, and others he'd acquired from abandoned police stations and homes. It passed the time, to sit and occupy himself with building computers, or to set up surveillance systems, or to create spreadsheets to catalogue all of his supplies, and he liked to keep his skills sharp. Why? He didn't really know anymore. Maybe it just kept him sane. He had about a million flashlights, flares, weapons, and a multitude of ammunition types, complete with all the batteries, solar chargers, hardware enhancements, additional parts, and optional adjustments he could store.

Metal boxes, backpacks, and duffel bags were stacked in an almost hedge-maze-like fashion inside the armored vehicle he'd taken over after it had been abandoned by the military. His bed was little more than a shelf nestled into all this organized chaos, but he found it strangely comforting to be boxed in while he slept... especially since he was alone most of the time.

Occasionally he joined up with some survivors, but he found it difficult to remain with them. Their goals were vastly different, with civilians wanting to find somewhere safe to hunker down and barricade, and Chad wanting to keep on the move to see what he could do to screw Umbrella over or help other people.

He'd gotten his motion sensor perimeter up around his mobile home, as it were, and had just taken his nightly dose of painkillers so he'd have half a chance of sleeping. The deep scars from where the licker had grabbed him as well as the pain of a few broken bones that hadn't quite healed properly from being thrown off the train on the way out of the Hive had him pretty much in near-constant pain. He'd learned to live with it, and as long as he was busy and moving, he could ignore it. At night, though, he needed some extra help from good ol' pharmaceuticals. Just over-the-counter, though, nothing too heavy. He couldn't risk not being able to wake up if something significant went down. And absolutely nothing with an Umbrella logo on the bottle.

That was when one of his alarms went off, indicating that something was moving in the near vicinity of the vehicle. "Really?" he groaned, his head falling to the right as he lay in his bed to look at the screen across the way. Sure enough, it was blinking. Sighing, he sat up and typed away, looking at the camera feed indicating movement. To his severe disappointment, it wasn't one of the undead. It looked like a soldier of some kind. "Just perfect," he said cynically. Grabbing a couple guns, he went out to investigate. What he found was... startling, to say the least.

It... it was Rain. His heart began to pound. No, Rain's dead. Don't get fooled again by those stupid clones. Man, they were creepy... Clones of his now-deceased friends and comrades that often times acted nothing like the originals. The Rain ones... were always particularly nasty. He lifted his rifle, leveling it at her. "That's far enough," he said coldly, assuming this was a clone. How can it not be?

But then she spoke, and almost simultaneously he began to notice that she looked a bit older. The clones always looked young, pristine. Swallowing hard, Chad found it difficult to breathe with how vigorously his heart was now pounding, rattling his ribcage. Faltering a little in his resolve, the tip of his rifle slowly dipped a bit and he stared incredulously at her.

"N-no, I-... Of course I didn't forget about you, but..." But you're dead. You've gotta be. Forgetting Rain - or anyone else he'd lost in the Hive due to his incompetence, poor planning, and cracking under the pressure - was never an option. He saw their faces almost nightly in the twisted horrors of his guilt-fueled nightmares.

Chad blinked, not knowing what to do. The rifle lowered just a bit more at the mention of clones. "Yeah, actually, that's exactly what I'm thinking. Wait, you're-... Are you telling me you're not a clone?" Oh, how he wanted to believe that, but he'd been fooled before, almost fatally. "Come on, don't fuck with me..." he said, more with a crestfallen type of exhaustion than with any sort of real intimidation attempt. "If you're not a clone... then prove it."

If this really was Rain, the real Rain, then he was about to feel like a huge jerk momentarily. But if it wasn't... he couldn't afford to let his guard down...

#wanderingaroundwithmysoul #kaplan rp #{ on to the next mission } ʷᵃⁿᵈᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ #{yassss let's get these two back in the saddle again haha}

[pilot-posting]

🔞 "Asynchrosis" Pt.4

i'm so happy folks are reading and enjoying asynchrosis, this is easily one of my favorite pieces in a while,,,,,, anyway here's your part 4, i can't believe this is 3 nights in a row i've posted at least one part of this stuff,,,

"Lucid Dreams in the Trauma Center."

"Is she gonna' be alright? She's one of the few support pilots in this section of the fleet, we can't have her inoperable should we come under separatist fire." The doctor listened to the lieutenant, shaking his head slowly as she spoke. He was keeled over his desk looking through synapse reports on a collection of holo displays. Like all therapists he was overworked, mech pilots were a needy breed of soldier.

"Lieutenant, I can't assure anything. We've never seen a pilot go into Synchrosis that quick. This condition could be anything from a mild genetic mutation causing synapse reactivity to skyrocket, to a serious health risk related to pilot-mecha neurolink." He stuttered over his words as they tumbled from his lips, "If we put her back in a mechanized infantry suit, she could experience a total synaptic collapse, she could become neurologically dependent on halo connectivity, she could be even worse than other Class-X pilots -- chasing unreasonable, inhumane highs--" The lieutenant stared at him as he spoke, her lip furled on the right and her eye twitched a little on the left, it was clear that she wanted results, not... explanations.

"Find an answer doc, or I'll replace you with someone who will." She walked out, flapping her tailcoat in one swift motion as her hands moved down the zipper at the front of the jacket.

I climbed up the rickety mobile stairs which were placed at the foot of my machine, all the while staring at it's visage, a pink chevron struck into the purple finish of the rest of the machine, it's "faceplate" was a clean, smooth surface. This panel was made up of millions of LED bulb like sensor arrays, it was used to give me, when plugged into the halo port, an incredibly wide field of view to better survey and assess the needs of my squadmates on the battlefield. The stairs terminated at an entry port in between the two large shoulder plates of the mech. These plates contained a variety of medium explosive deployable armaments on a rotary wheel -- enough to bust really any conventional vehicles. I walked into the small space, it was a semi-spherical chamber of pure titanium planted in the upper breast-plate of the mech. This space, called the heart, was the shared containment chambers of the pilot, and also the synapse link drive, which was essentially the most advanced type of computer to have ever been developed.

I stared at the mold I would soon step into, suspended around the fairly innocent seeming system of clasps and locks, was a series of snug fitting silicon carbonate pads, held in open air by robotic arms. The functions mechanic walked into the pod behind me and gave me a wink. I just looked at her excitedly, waiting for her to help me get in. My functions mechanic was a little older than me, 31 to be exact, she had a head full of curly red hair which she was quite fond of wearing up on a ponytail. Today she was wearing a loosely fitting black sleeveless shirt, under it, she wore a sports bra. which covered her adorable B cups. The shirt was tucked into a pair of similarly loosely fitting cargo pants that were suspended by a mechanics belt. She looked rough in the nicest way possible.

"You ready starstrider?" she said with a smirk at me, I couldn't help but giggle a little, I was drunk off lust as the sensory enhancers caused any minor movement around my tip to make me almost quiver from want... this became a problem the moment I saw her, and got so horny I almost came on the spot. Most Class-X pilots have a pavlovian response to their functions mechanics, or handlers. They associate them with being allowed to use their mech, and they will do almost anything for them because of this. Handlers and pilots often form pseudo-romantic relationships, or extremely casual sexual relationships. It's not uncommon on a Galligos ship which carries Class-X pilots to catch handlers and pilots making out in the halls, fingering or stroking eachother, sometimes in private, sometimes in public. Other times you'll see a pilot wrapped around their handlers leg when in public lounges, or wearing little trinkets their handlers ordered for them. I was personally partial to the collar my handler bought me. It was black with silver etching on the side that spelled out her name. It blended in well enough with my bodysuit.

I blinked back to consciousness after imagining her plowing me into the ground with her 8 inch dick later, and nodded at her, "Y-yes ma'am!"

She walked up to me and helped me mount into the mold, applying a simple metal rig device to my bulge which would allow the siphoning liquid to vacuum seal my girldick erect, instead of plastered to my stomach. aside from that she latched all of the major ports to the holes in my body suit, and made sure the bodysuit itself was firmly connected to the airlocks between the port, the bodysuits preplaced entrances, and finally the connecting mechanisms as to prevent wasting siphoning gel. When she got to latching the collection mechanism to the airlock around my tip, she leaned down in front of me and slipped my tip into her soft lips, I couldn't even see her, my face was covered by the auxiliary vision link, a VR system which would allow me to see if my halo link failed. I gasped, and let out a high pitched "Mffffhaaaa~", when I felt her lips run over the small metal ring that formed the airlock when the collection mechanism was connected, I winced and attempted to move, but all I could do was go limp as she slipped my pathetic 5 inches all the way into her mouth. I felt her hands run up along my slutty waist, I couldn't hold it anymore. I immediately shot a load into her mouth, staying incredibly erect. When she finished swallowing it, I felt her head pull back and as she lifted off my girldick she made a cute pop with her lips.

"Naughty girl~ You should save that for the mech." She then roughly attached the collection mechanism to the airlock, causing me to shoot another load into the tube. She smiled at me and pulled the lever beside her, causing the plating to wrap around me, she listened to me moan through her vox channel on our halos as she couldn't hear through the compression plating. I knew she had reached into her pants to stroke herself, and imagining her nonchalantly standing with the lever pulled in her left hand, and her right hand moving up and down her massive dick made me cum again into the collection mechanism. Finally, I felt it start, the siphoning gel was all suctioned up through the tips in the neck in a matter of seconds. The tubes were evacuated from the neck port and instantly, I felt the airlock clasps ram into my neck. I yipped and whimpered into nothingness, once again cum pumping out of me. I felt the sustenance ports extend and directly inject me with liquid water and vitamin paste.

In my head, as if a phantom I heard "Bye bye pretty starstrider~" as the mech finally plugged it's thick fucking neurolink into my halo port. I felt my mind meld and warp, until eventually my eyes began to lie. I could see the hangar around me, oh what a familiar feeling. It was at this point that the stimulus methods were deployed to my body, splayed out and suspended in open air inside the heart. The fleshlights lips wrapping around my tip, then being pushed down to my base. It was designed perfectly for me, I instantly released a fifth load as it started to vibrate and suction onto me, the synthskin being activated in my bodysuit made it feel as if there wasn't even a centimeter of clothing separating my girldick from it's lubricated interior. Shortly after, my ass was stuffed with a lube drenched rectal vibrator, immediately feeling it poke against my g-spot, I winced with anticipation for only a second as it started violently vibrating, I know whatever noise I made as it assaulted me with pleasure, my handler probably enjoyed it thoroughly.

Finally, I was prepared to be given control. The mech was suspended off the hangar floor by a series of deployment racks which held it up by the shoulders. I could feel the claws gripping the mech as if it was my own body. My excited brain caused the vibration in my ass and around my girldick to grow aggressive, I heard the countdown start through my halo-link.

5.

I had already begun to lose my sense of self as I wanted nothing more than to be released,

4.

I yearned for the rush of battle, I wanted to watch separatist reactor cores explode, and tanks be throttled into oblivion by archer missiles.

3.

I thought of infantry, insignificant squirming people, running under my heels.

2.

I lusted for the spill of coolant fluids over my chest, the simulated cold applied to me through my synthskin suit.

1.

My body desired nothing but the cold grip of my rocket pistol, and the orgasmic joy of firing it's payload.

0.

My eyes shot open.

The blue overhead lights shot on and my boxers were soaking wet.

Fuck. Not again.

#brainwashing #mech nsft #nsft #trans nsft #mech pilot #mech posting #mechs #mecha #robot girl #hornyposting #trans t4t #transgirl #Asynchrosis #emersons scrawlings

[feysy]

The earlier policies of Mary’s reign were both realistic and moderate, based on reform and a degree of reconciliation. It was not in Mary’s nature to demand revenge. Even her chief instrument, Reginald Pole, was very much within the reforming tradition of the Catholic Church. In 1536, for example, he had played an important part in working on Consilium delectorum Cardinalium de emendenda ecclesia. This had set in motion the Catholic Reformation and was ample evidence of his credentials as a reformer. On his return to England, he made this a priority, summoning a synod to remove abuses within the church and to revive its preaching and educational functions. Even the replacement of Protestant bishops by Catholics had a positive side: the emphasis was very much on the scholarly reputation and pastoral experience of the new incumbents. Mary was trying also to avoid the excessive involvement in politics which had marked the higher clergy during the reign of Henry VIII. Although they were government appointees, they were not seen merely as vehicles for the enforcement of government policy. Pole did a great deal to enhance the quality of the clergy and the care they provided. In 1555, for example, the Twelve Decrees drawn up by the synod emphasised the need for residence. He also revived education and learning among the clergy, checking on these through visitations. Recognition of his achievement came in 1556 with his election to the posts of chancellor at Cambridge and Oxford Uni-versities. There was also a considerable amount of assistance for the Catholic priesthood in carrying out its duties. Several major works were published by John Angel, Richard Smith and, above all, Bishop Bonner, whose Book of Homilies (1555) and A Prof i table and Necessary Doctrine became prescribed reading. Such an approach encountered considerable success. Legislation authorising the changes was accomplished with remarkable ease, raising questions about the traditional view that England had instinctively become a Protestant country. There was also little popular resistance, since Mary’s early policy was actually in keeping with a large part of public opinion which had, in any case, never been particularly enthusiastic about the spread of Protestantism during the previous reign. The transition from Protestant to Catholic liturgy and ritual was also relatively harmonious.

The Mid Tudors Edward VI and Mary, 1547-1558 (Questions and Analysis in History) (Stephen J. Lee)

#mary i of england #queen mary #mary tudor #mary i #why does it make me soft everytime the historions says #revenge was not in her nature #because I've read it so many times #Reginald Pole #Pole was literally the most honorable and hardworking man on the realm #ignoring the fact that he led to death of all members of his family

[zwischenstadt]

Though the central task of this book is to extend our understanding of economic growth beyond the scope of GDP, one aspect of the record of U.S. real GDP growth nevertheless cries for explanation.  Why was Total Factor Productivity growth so much more rapid during 1920-1970 than before or since?...

… The surprising answer [of this book] is that both the Great Depression and World War II directly contributed to the Great Leap.  Had there been no Great Depression, there would probably have been no New Deal, with its NIRA and Wagner Act that promoted unionization and that both directly and indirectly contributed to a sharp rise in real wages and a shrinkage in average weekly hours.  In turn, both higher real wages and shorter hours helped boost productivity growth - higher real wages by promoting substitution from labor to capital during 1937-41 and shorter hours by reducing fatigue and improving efficiency.

Less speculative is the productivity-enhancing learning by doing that occurred during the high-pressure economy of World War II.  Production miracles during 1941-45 taught firms and workers how to operate more efficiently, and the lessons of the wartime production miracle were not lost after the war: productivity continued to increase from 1945 to 1950.  In addition to the increased efficiency of existing plant and equipment, the federal government financed an entire new part of the manufacturing sector, with newly built plants and newly purchased productive equipment.  Chapter 16 shows the staggering amount of this new capital equipment installed during the war - its acquisition cost in real terms was equal to fully half the stock of privately owned equipment that had existed in 1941 and was more modern, and hence more productive, than the old equipment.

The productive efficiency of the new capital installed during 1937-41, as well as during the war itself, brings us full circle to Paul David’s explanation of the long lag between the first electric generating plant in 1882 and the electrification of industry that centered on the period 1919-29.  His focus on the 1920s as the breakthrough decade misses the fact that the full force of the expansion of modern equipment, not just in manufacturing, but also in the rest of the economy, was centered in the years 1929-50.  Economists are so distracted by the unprecedented slump in output during the depressed years of the 1930s that they forget how much innovation occurred in that decade.  Alex Field is responsible for the revival of interest in 1930s innovation, and the present book provides evidence of rapid progress during that decade in many dimensions, including radio, the quality of motion pictures, and a sharp jump in the quality of motor vehicles.

Robert J. Gordon, The Rise and Fall of American Growth

#economic history #economic growth #robert j. gordon #united states #economics #world war 2 #world war ii #the great depression #1930s

[beardedmrbean]

Five months before he was arrested in a fatal shooting, prosecutors requested a higher-than-normal bond for Wardell Wright, stating in court records that he posed a risk to the community.

An Indianapolis mother is now questioning the court system and how Wright, the man accused of gunning down her 15-year-old son, bonded out of jail so quickly in a previous armed carjacking case.

“I feel like the court failed when it came to Wardell (Wright)," said Donnetta Lewis.

Wight, 19, is now facing murder and escape charges in the June shooting death of Jeremiah Lewis. In January, Wright was arrested in connection with an armed carjacking at an Indianapolis gas station.

Wright led police on a chase in the stolen vehicle and then on foot. Before he was arrested, Wright ditched a firearm altered with a Glock switch in a dumpster, according to the probable cause affidavit for his arrest.

He is facing charges of armed robbery, possession of a machine gun, auto theft, unlawful carrying of a handgun and two counts of resisting law enforcement in his arrest on Jan. 30, court records show.

Marion Superior Court Judge Cynthia Oetjen set a surety bond of $10,000 and a cash bond of $500 after Wright was booked into jail on the charge of possession of a machine gun, which is a Level 5 felony. Wright's original bond was double what would normally be set for a Level 5 felony in Marion Superior Court as the judge determined an enhancement was appropriate.

Prosecutors ask for higher bond due to 'significant risk' to victim, community

The next day, police connected Wright to the armed robbery and presented additional information to the prosecutor's office so that enhanced charges could be filed in the case. Prosecutors asked for a bond of $100,000 and wrote Wright posed “a significant risk not only to the victim in this matter, but also to the community as a whole” in a motion for a higher-than-normal bond.

Wright had already posted his original bond so a magistrate denied the request from prosecutors for a higher bond. Wright was released from jail the day after his arrest around 7 p.m.

All of this was the normal operating procedure for the court system, said Emily VanOsdol, court administrator at the Marion County Superior Court.

“You can only hold people for so long without some (preliminary) charges,” VanOsdol said. “The prosecutors could get more information from a detective before the official charges are filed. It can happen both ways, where the initial bond is set high, and the official charges are less.”

Michael Leffler, a spokesperson for the Marion County Prosecutor's Office, noted prosecutors do not have influence over a defendant’s initial bond.

‘My son died for no reason’

On the day Jeremiah Lewis was killed, he was supposed take his mother’s car four minutes away to work at a thrift shop. Instead, the teenager was lured to the 2000 block of Lohr Drive by a friend from school, Donnetta Lewis said.

Police found the teenage boy inside his mom’s car suffering from gunshot wounds around 9:45 a.m. and he was pronounced dead at the scene.

Wright and a 14-year-old girl were arrested and charged with murder in Jeremiah Lewis’ death on June 22, according to IMPD.

The girl told police she asked Jeremiah Lewis to meet her so she could buy marijuana, according to the affidavit for Wright’s arrest.

“I never knew my son to sell drugs because he was smarter than that,” Donnetta Lewis said.

The mother can’t understand why her son’s friend from school lured him to the location where he was killed. She doesn’t know why anyone would have wanted to hurt him, she said.

“My son wasn't a bad kid,” Donnetta Lewis said. “He made straight A's since kindergarten all the way to 9th grade. Once this happened, all his teachers reached out stating how much of a good kid he was."

Ashley McKinney, a teacher at Lynhurst 7th and 8th Grade Center, said she was shocked to hear Jeremiah Lewis was killed in a shooting.

“He was funny and respectful,” McKinney said. “He cared about other kids and loved sports, especially football. He was very smart.”

Jeremiah Lewis had already started taking college-level classes through Ivy Tech while in 9th grade. Jeremiah was the kind of student who could make the day better for teachers, McKinney said.

The teenager, nicknamed “Scooby” by his family, left behind five younger siblings. Jeremiah Lewis liked to play basketball and wrestle his brothers and sisters.

“His younger siblings and cousins loved him,” Donnetta Lewis said. “We haven't found anything to take the pain away.”

Detectives are continuing to investigate the circumstances and the involvement of other individuals in the shooting, according to police.

Donnetta Lewis is hopeful everyone involved will be arrested.

“My son died for no reason,” Donnetta Lewis said. “No reason at all.”

Attorneys for Wright did not respond to requests for comment before publication of this article.

#nunyas news #yay bail reform

[bringerofdeathandtheapocolypse]

I'm kinda curious about when each slayer got their motion sickness.

We know Natsu has it as of the start of the series but we never see him travelling when he's a child so there isn't a way to confirm when he started getting it.

Gajeel got his around GMG since he was surprised he was feeling motion sick.

Wendy got hers somewhere between Tartarous and Avatar although there isn't a concrete date for it.

Sting and Rogue are unconfirmed since we never see them before GMG when they both have it.

Laxus merely mentions having it in GMG but we don't actually see him having it. And since we don't see them returning on the boat from Tenrou, we can't use that to say he does or doesn't have it for sure, although how he talks about it makes me think he's had it for a while.

We can say Cobra didn't have motion sickness during Nirvana otherwise he wouldn't have been able to stand or move on it so he got it somewhere between their defeat and Alvarez. The clock in KOTSH can't confirm if he does or not since it doesn't give Natsu motion sickness so it could be a similar case to how Christina in Alvarez has a spell that stops slayers getting motion sick. We never actually see him in any wagon when it is moving so the first time we see him on a vehicle is during the Alvarez arc. And since it's canon slayers continue to dragonise once it's started even if they don't use their magic, it wouldn't be far fetched to think that it might be the same for enhancing the senses.

#fairy tail #dragon slayers #motion sickness #discussion

[rroku1288]

Taste the Taste of Italy - A food article by Eleonore Iyasiah D. Altubar

Pesto, a flavorful green sauce from Italy that is sold in jars all over the world, was created in Genoa, a port city in the Liguria region of northern Italy, and is typically combined with trofie pasta, potatoes, and string beans. But there are countless other things you can make with pesto.

Genoa, an Italian city in the north, is where the pesto sauce was first created. It dates back to the 16th century and is typically made with Parmesan cheese, olive oil, crushed garlic, basil, and pine nuts. In fact, pesto and pasta are the ideal vehicle for a wide range of delectable supplemental ingredients, including chicken, roast vegetables, salmon, tuna, and shrimp. It is believed that Giovanni Battista Ratto published the earliest known pesto recipe in 1863. It is still present in the pesto recipe that is still found in his book, La Cuciniera Genovese. In Italy, pesto is quite regional. In reference to the original method of preparation, pesto is the past tense of the Genoese verb pestâ (Italian: pestare), which means "to pound" or "to crush." The ingredients are traditionally "crushed" or ground in a marble mortar using a wooden pestle and a circular motion.

It could be difficult to sum up the flavor of pesto as a whole. The flavor is garlicky and nutty. Herbal flavors are contrasted with a hint of cheese's saltiness. Pesto provides pasta meals that have a savory, rich, and earthy umami flavor. The appearance of a pesto is best described as bright and pungent, with a basil-forward, herbaceous garden aroma suspended with delicate olive oil, enhanced with pine nuts and kicked into overdrive with Italian cheeses and garlic. Pesto is that delightfully green sauce.

In conclusion. Despite having more calories per serving than some sauces, pesto is made with incredibly healthy ingredients like basil, olive oil, and nuts. It seems to me to be a fantastic technique to enhance the flavor of pasta dishes as well as veggies and proteins.

[ingeniousscribblers]

Unmasking Degloved Faces

Facial trauma is a term that refers to any physical injury to the face, particularly the structures of the head and neck region. This type of trauma can result in severe facial disfigurement, including degloving injuries. Understanding the causes, management, and rehabilitation of degloved faces is crucial in providing appropriate care and support for affected individuals.

Facial trauma can occur due to various reasons, including:

Motor vehicle accidents

Workplace accidents

Sports injuries

Physical assaults

Accidental falls

These incidents can lead to the separation of the skin, soft tissues, and underlying structures from the facial bones. This degloving injury is often associated with significant damage to blood vessels, nerves, and facial function. The severity of the trauma can range from minor lacerations to extensive facial fractures.

Facial reconstruction surgeries

Facial reconstruction surgeries play a vital role in the management of degloved faces. The primary goals of these surgical procedures are to restore facial form and function, improve aesthetics, and enhance the patient's quality of life. The specific surgical techniques employed depend on the extent and nature of the facial trauma.

Some common facial reconstruction surgeries include:

Skin grafting: In cases where there is a loss of skin due to degloving, a skin graft may be performed. This involves taking healthy skin from another part of the body (donor site) and transplanting it onto the affected area.

Soft tissue reconstruction: Degloved faces often require reconstruction of soft tissues, including muscles, tendons, and blood vessels. Techniques such as tissue flaps, microvascular surgery, and facial reanimation procedures may be utilized.

Orthognathic surgery: Severe facial trauma can result in misalignment of the jaws. Orthognathic surgery aims to correct these skeletal deformities, improving function and facial aesthetics.

Maxillofacial implants: In cases where there is significant bone loss, maxillofacial implants may be used to restore facial symmetry and provide support for other facial structures.

Reconstructive rhinoplasty: Injury to the nose can cause functional and aesthetic problems. Reconstructive rhinoplasty can address these issues, improving breathing and restoring the natural appearance of the nose.

It is important to note that facial reconstruction surgeries are highly complex and require the expertise of a multidisciplinary team of healthcare professionals. Surgeons, plastic surgeons, oral and maxillofacial surgeons, and other specialists collaborate closely to develop comprehensive treatment plans tailored to each patient's unique needs.

Post-surgical rehabilitation

Rehabilitation plays a critical role in the overall management of degloved faces. It is aimed at maximizing functional recovery, promoting psychological well-being, and facilitating the reintegration of patients into their daily lives.

The rehabilitation process may involve:

Physical therapy: Physical therapists work with patients to restore muscle strength, flexibility, and range of motion. They utilize exercises, manual therapy techniques, and other modalities to optimize functional outcomes.

Speech and swallowing therapy: Facial trauma can affect speech and swallowing functions. Speech-language pathologists assess and treat communication and swallowing disorders, developing strategies to improve these functions.

Psychological support: Dealing with facial trauma and its consequences can have a significant psychological impact on patients. Mental health professionals provide counseling and support to help individuals cope with emotional challenges, promote self-esteem, and enhance body image.

Prosthetic rehabilitation: In cases where facial reconstruction is not feasible or desired, prosthetic rehabilitation may be considered. Specially designed facial prostheses can help restore appearance and function.

Throughout the rehabilitation process, close collaboration between healthcare professionals, patients, and their families is crucial. The treatment plan should be individualized, taking into account the specific needs and goals of each patient.

In conclusion, understanding the causes, management, and rehabilitation of degloved faces is essential in providing comprehensive care for individuals with facial trauma. Facilitating the recovery of form and function through facial reconstruction surgeries and post-surgical rehabilitation can significantly improve the quality of life for affected individuals. It is imperative for healthcare professionals to stay updated on the latest advancements in this field and adopt a multidisciplinary approach to deliver optimal care

[wanderingnork]

Horror Movies: Practical Effects Party

This list is one of movies that use primarily or entirely practical effects to make their monsters. CGI is used for enhancement, not as the primary vehicle of creation. In these movies, you could actually reach out and touch whatever fantastical creature is threatening the hapless protagonists. Here, I’ve tried to avoid a lot of the better-known practical effects movies (like Pan’s Labyrinth, The Thing, or Alien) to focus on things you’re less likely to have seen, or that used shoestring budgets to work monstrous miracles.

The Crawling Hand: A low-budget 1963 horror featuring the murderous antics of a hand that crawls. The hand is done entirely practically. You may get a good giggle out of witnessing the hand’s victims performing as their own killers, or the camera angles that just barely keep the body attached to a hand out of frame as the hand crawls along. Quality these effects are not. But this is a hand you could shake if you wanted.

The Deadly Spawn: In the heyday of practical monster effects, this low-budget 1983 movie features wonderfully gruesome aliens made almost entirely from the materials at hand. From a full-size, three-headed mechanical puppet to tiny spawn pulled by wires on S-shaped tracks to make them “swim” through a flooded basement, all of the Spawn are physically present on set. It’s a movie that’s rough around the edges, but full of heart. And full of monsters.

The Void: A better-known and much more recent horror movie, the creative team raised $82,000 on Indiegogo to create the movie’s monsters and effects. And they’re some of the most glorious, grotesque, gory beasts to ever grace the silver screen. This is one of my favorite movies ever, in any genre, just thanks to the creature effects.

Eyes in the Dark: Intensely, intensely low-budget found footage movie, full of shakycam and melodrama. Foolish, unlikeable college students take a trip into the wilderness and promptly make every cliched, stupid decision that can be made in a horror movie. The saving grace of this movie: the unique take on a classic and usually-not-scary critter, performed by puppets, people in suits, and LED eyes...in the dark.

Phase IV: A little-known movie from 1974, where a cosmic event causes ants to suddenly become sentient. The plot of scientists trying to understand and stop the ants is pretty standard sci-fi fare, but what makes this movie fun is the ants. Instead of stop-motion, puppets, or CGI, these ants are real. Microscopic photography brings us up close to the ants at an astonishing level of detail. With careful editing of their natural behaviors, the ants are given a sense of individuality and personhood, with heroic self-sacrifice, scenes of mourning, and malicious plotting. Sadly, many ants were killed during the filming of the movie, so you should go in with that knowledge. I was very sad that they died.

Some questions for thought: When practical effects are used instead of CGI, how does this affect the tone of the movie? Do actors behave differently when working with something physically present beside them? Why would a movie maker choose practical effects over CGI, or vice versa? In movies made before CGI was available or refined, do you think that affected the types of stories a movie could easily tell? Would decent CGI have improved any of the above movies? Do you find, as I do, that even poorly-made practical effects draw you further into a movie--or do they jar you out of it? What other movies would you add to this list?

#the horror tag

[morninkim]

long Ganbarengers (big money sponsored sentai from my oc universe) musing under the cut bc i've been thinkin bout them while designin the suits

(probably won't make sense if you're not familiar w neo toku, so uh. take a peak in the tag if there's something you don't quite get)

the team consists of GanbaRed, GanbareBlue, GanbareYellow, GanbarePink and GanbareGreen, all hired by Gemini to be the new faces of the company after JUMP Stinger rebelled and JUMP Soldier left the public eye, with each member themed after something recognisable and easy to market, especially to children (in-universe talk for they're each based on different super sentai themes). The team use specialized, wrist-worn devices called GanBraces to transform and fight the monsters that threaten the city, eventually getting mixed up in the growing Gemini War.

GanbaRed is a young man who was a trainee firefighter prior to his recruitment, and always wanted to help people. He jumped at the chance to lead this new team, but soon starts to get overwhelmed at having the whole city's eyes and expectations pushed on him, chugging on despite his better judgement. He's quietly replaced by a suit actor with pre-recorded lines later on when he starts to become a liability to the company, with the spotlight shifted to other members of the team to keep it hushed. His theme is Rescue Vehicles and his mecha is a Fire Engine.

GanbareBlue was an amateur researcher and scientist specialising in cybernetics prior to their recruitment, not super thrilled that their theming was decided to be generalized Science™️. They've always been fascinated by the Gemini Crickets enhancements and bodies and took the job as a Ganbarenger to hopefully one day get to see the schematics of their bodies (dubious and morally awful circumstances of their creation aside). They begin to develop an interest in Ruriko Ishino after seeing her fight as Stinger, eventually helping her with tech and research in regards to the kaijin in the city (and perhaps becoming moree??? 👀👀). Their theme is Science and their mecha is based on a Fruit Fly, being the only flying mecha on the team.

GanbareYellow is the youngest of the team, a girl who finished high school the year prior and accepted the job as a Ganbarenger to get admission to university after failing her entrance exam. She sends the money she earns back to her sick mother alongside her older brother, who became GanbareGreen. She is timid as her civilian self, but fierce and brave as GanbareYellow, taking down monsters with the honed Martial Arts skills that became her theme. She controls her humanoid Fighter mecha with full body motion sensors inside the cockpit.

GanbareGreen is GanbareYellow's older brother, who previously worked on a construction site before he'd heard his sister became a Ganbarenger. He approached a Gemini representiative after he was told this and demanded a spot on the team so he could make sure his sister was safe, Hideki Ishino himself allowing it specifically because he saw compelling brand potential in having siblings on the same team. Out of the five, Green is the one least okay with Gemini as a company and the Ganbarengers as a brand, thinking the whole model reprehensible. He eventually joins up with Stinger and GanbareBlue after having his powers revoked for "violent misconduct" and similarly being replaced on the team by an actor. His theme is Dinosaurs and his mecha is a T-Rex.

GanbarePink is a model who left the public eye a few years ago to transition, becoming a Ganbarenger because she saw the potential to return to modelling with a bang. She's vain and a little conceited, but has a big heart. She is at first antagonistic to her teammates behind closed doors, seeing them purely as coworkers and the Ganbarengers purely as a job, but soon comes to care for them as she sees their struggles. She leaves the team of her own volition when most of her teammates have left, urging Yellow to follow (Yellow returns to the company shortly after). Her theme is Animals, and she pilots a Lion mecha.

Briefly, as an attempt to maintain the Ganbarengers brand after the majority of the team had left, Gemini debuted a sixth ranger, GanbareGrand. He is a gold/black coloured, suave and charming magic-based ranger that pilots an independant Dragon mecha and became the main focus of the Ganbarengers in the public eye along with GanbareYellow as the only remaining team members. In his brief stint, the company tried to shift marketing slightly by manufacturing a romance between him and Yellow, however this ultimately failed to drum up hype for the team again. GanbareGrand is later killed in action (some say on purpose, to wipe the slate clean with the team and make way for Gemini's next project), with GanbareYellow fleeing with his Grand GanBrace. She'd later join up with her already defected teammates, using the jail-broken Grand GanBrace herself to become a new GanbareGrand on her own terms.

#neo toku #my ocs #ganbarengers #basically sentai but make it capitalism (well. more capitalism) #was meant to be a quick thing but then became just. what their entire arcs are (as of right now) lmao #they makea me sadddddd who would do this to themmm (literally made them this way)

[piezo-stackss]

The Significance of Piezo Stack Actuators

In the world of precision engineering, where accuracy and control reign supreme, the advent of piezo stack actuators has heralded a new era. These remarkable devices, born from the marvel of piezoelectricity, have swiftly become indispensable tools across industries that demand unparalleled precision and responsiveness.

In this article, we delve into the multifaceted importance of piezo stack actuators, shedding light on their mechanics, applications, and transformative impact.

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The Marvel of Piezo Stack Actuators

At the core of piezo stack actuators lies a stack of meticulously crafted piezoelectric ceramic layers. This assembly is a testament to scientific ingenuity, as each layer is polarized with alternating positive and negative charges. The resulting electromechanical magic occurs when an electric voltage is applied. The layers expand or contract in perfect harmony, delivering linear motion with a level of precision that has redefined the boundaries of possibility.

Precision Redefined: Control at the Sub-Micrometer Level

The defining attribute of piezo stack actuators is their unparalleled precision. This precision is not merely a catchphrase; it's a testament to the inherent characteristics of piezoelectric materials. When voltage courses through the stack, the response is immediate and exact, generating forces that translate into controlled linear motion. This level of fine-tuned movement, often reaching sub-micrometer scales, is nothing short of awe-inspiring and is particularly vital in applications where infinitesimal adjustments can make all the difference.

A World of Applications Unveiled

Piezo stack actuators have woven themselves seamlessly into an array of industries, leaving a trail of transformative impacts in their wake. In the realm of optics, these actuators play a pivotal role in laser systems, facilitating the precise focusing of laser beams. This precision translates into enhanced efficiency in material processing, improved medical procedures, and more efficient communication technologies.

Microscopy, an arena where detail is king, has been revolutionized by piezo stack actuators. These devices enable the delicate movement of microscope lenses, affording researchers the ability to capture intricate images of minuscule structures with unparalleled clarity.

Beyond Earth: Piezo Stacks in Aerospace and Beyond

It's not just on Earth where piezo stack actuators have left their mark. In aerospace, these devices are instrumental in stabilizing flight control surfaces, making minute adjustments that contribute to the safety and precision of airborne vehicles. Even beyond our planet, in the vast expanse of space, piezo stack actuators play a role in satellite stabilization and the deployment of mechanisms in space probes, ensuring accuracy and functionality in the most challenging environments.

Navigating Challenges and Harnessing Potential

While the potential of piezo stack actuators is immense, certain considerations accompany their integration. Thermal effects can influence their performance, demanding careful temperature management. Moreover, the need for a driving voltage to maintain position may be a factor in power-sensitive applications. However, these challenges pale in comparison to the benefits these devices bring to industries that value and rely on precision.

Conclusion: Precision Pinnacle Achieved

In the grand tapestry of precision engineering, piezo stack actuators stand as a pinnacle of achievement. Their ability to translate electrical energy into controlled, precise motion has opened doors to advancements that were once mere dreams. From medical imaging to aerospace navigation, their impact reverberates across disciplines, promising a future where precision is not just a possibility but a reality. As we continue to explore and harness the significance of piezo stack actuators, we propel ourselves toward a world where precision is the norm, and the boundaries of possibility continue to expand.