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Sexism in TOS: Worst Offender, or Progressive in Retrospect in Comparison?

I see a lot of folks claim that TOS was the most sexist of the Star Trek shows by a landslide -- and while I agree that it definitely suffered from the sexism of the times, I also have other perspectives to share to give some food for thought.

I am of course not insinuating that TOS isn't sexist -- it is, but I have to ask folks to consider the breadth and depth of Berman's sexism in his run and ask yourself: Was Gene Roddenberry genuinely more sexist in his storytelling and delivery than Rick Berman?

I'm not telling you to feel one way or the other, but all I ask is that you hear me out and consider some perspectives and make your own balanced assessments. Nobody is obligated to share my opinion, but it means a lot just to have folks hear it and see their thoughts on the subject. So here is what I was originally responding to:

Someone's response to this photo:

"Devil's advocate. This was a part of the popular form of cardio during the production time of TNG. Yes, it was heavily sexualised by men, but so is literally every other way women work out. Men have been caught taking pictures of women while trying to do dead lifts, running on tracks and working on sled machines. They post them online to share too. The fact is, there is no way a woman can be shown working out without it going there. And yeah,t hat includes the combat forms of workout they do in Star Trek. Just look at how Dax dresses when she spars with Worf. Yes, they're dating, but still, same goes when 7 does and any other female.

Aerobics routines like this were made dirty and cringy. This was what women wore then by and large. This is how the workout was done. We make it cringy."

My response to them:

"I respect your take, but I disagree on a few fronts.

The miniskirt was chosen by the TOS female cast, not the male cast, specifically requested by Grace LW and affirmed by Nichelle and Majel who would go on to vehemently defend the miniskirt over the years as comfortable and embraced by them.

Grace said it was comfortable and seen as a symbol of female sexual empowerment during the 60s and thought it would be a progressive garment (and turns out that it was, as it was later adapted and worn by male crew as a skant on TNG) -- FYI those were designed by a gay man and Gene approved them.

This was also supposed to be Spock's TMP outfit:

Literally lingerie.

We saw both Uhura (who saves Kirk in from Marlena Mirror Mirror) and Yeoman Landon (the first to initiate combat with a classic Kirk-esque kick to help the Captain being attacked in The Apple) carry out their combat training in their Starfleet uniforms without ever being made to change into any ridiculous workout gear.

In fact, I'd argue Jim Kirk was sexualized even more than the ladies of the week on the show and I saw his naked body more than anyone else's on a fairly regular basis. He wore red yoga tights while topless in Charlie X while the women wore full length gymnastic suits that covered their entire body. If anything, it went out of its way to avoid sexualizing women practicing fitness in those scenes and instead focused on Kirk.

Gene confessed that he asked to have Shatner filmed in suggestive/provocative ways to "give something to the ladies", so he -- as he said -- liked to "film him walking away" or have him conveniently busting out of his shirts in just about every episode as it were, because Shatner apparently had great assets. LOL

Gene made an effort to at least sexualize both if he was going to sexualize one, and he carried that attitude forward in wanting the m/m and f/f scenes in the background on Risa for TNG. He also insisted that the men and women wear skimpy outfits on THAT TNG planet. You know the one. LOL I mean the dudes even had on less than the women:

Gene also gave permission to K/S shippers to have their conventions back in the 70s when he was asked for permission. Gene and Nimoy felt with all the skimpy outfits they had the ladies wear, why not let the ladies and gay men have their fun, too? It's how we ended up with moments like this:

Yes, those are two people dressed up as Kirk and Spock's penises doing interpretive dance. Gene didn't give two damns. LOL

In my eyes, that was a very progressive take on Gene's part for the 60s. It was actually PARAMOUNT STUDIOS who had the big problem with K/S stories and vehemently tried to shut them down. Gene literally hired slash authors on his payroll and even had several slash stories/writers published in his official Star Trek books (The New Voyages & The New Voyages II).

I feel I saw Uhura and women in TOS engaged in more physical combat/altercations defending themselves that Troi or Bev were shown holding their own.

In fact, Kirk used to get furious when someone would "dress up" his female crew members without their consent (Trelane episode, Shore Leave episode) because like his male crew members, he wanted them to be treated professionally and to also have his male crew act professionally.

Berman brought some of his own personal biases into Star Trek that in some ways regressed it. While TOS had blatant sexism and was called on it time and again, that show was made in the 60s -- a solid 21 years before TNG. We as a modern audience understood why some of it was cringe/sexist due to the time period -- look at any other media coming out in the 60s and Star Trek was miles ahead of what other shows were doing.

Compare that to Berman who was churning sexist stuff out when women like Starbuck and Scully were simultaneously on screen on other programs airing, and we had already had Sigourney Weaver and other strong women in Holywood playing respectful roles.

In my eyes, there was no need of the sexism seen in TNG but especially VOY and ENT. There was no excuse for it when other shows were writing women far better and a number of those weren't even set in the future like Trek was, making it age even faster due to having those dated perspectives frequently highlighted.

In the Center Seat documentary as well as "The Fifty Year Mission" book you will find cast members, writers and other studio alumni who attest to this. Some discussions from "The Fifty Year Mission":

"First, Berman was supposed to have been a real sleaze ball . . . According to Terry Farrel, he would go on constantly about how her breasts weren't big enough, how she should do something about it, and how his secretary was a good example to follow as she had huge breasts. She even had to have fittings to get larger bras, and that was all done at his behest.

Later Berman and Braga developed a name for Jeri Ryan's character prior Seven of Nine. They originally called the character "perineum" which if you look it up it is the area between the anus and the scrotum. Later they floated the name "6 of 9". I mean, what does it tell you about where these two were coming from in the development of this character if they had names like that put forward in all seriousness for her?"

Gene Roddenberry also had some of his own more progressive ideas for TNG cut or watered down by Berman. Roddenberry agreed TNG should have homosexual relationships and representation at a con in the 80s and insisted on it in a meeting with his writers -- something Berman later would not honor. Gene wanted the AIDS episode, showing m/m and f/f in the Riza scenes -- these were some of Roddenberry's requests to include in TNG that Berman later stonewalled.

Berman's era was sadly dated by his own misogynist bias, IMO, to the point that it can somewhat hurt the shows he worked on through his cringe egoism and blatant disrespect toward his female cast.

There is a reason why Gene could keep female actresses working with him and Berman had a revolving door of women that he couldn't seem to keep working for him -- he was abhorrent to women, on and off set. Gene wasn't perfect at all, he had a lot of issues himself -- but Berman was a whole other level. Just look at what he did to poor Jolene Blalock, Marina Sirtis and his toxic commenting on her body weight which exacerbated her struggles with eating disorders, or how he treated and talked to Terry Farrell.

Anyway, just some food for thought. I'm not saying anyone is wrong regarding a take like that, but there are a variety of ways to look at this. Gene Roddenberry isn't a saint by any means, but it definitely bothers me how folks will tote the Berman era as if it were the lesser of two evils or the more progressive depiction of women when I felt there were far more concerning portrayals of women in his era with far less justification.

(P.S: I don't event want to go near the sheer amount of "creepy old dude/villain preys on innocent/naïve/scared young woman or little girl" stories there were in Berman's era, either. But that's a whole other can of worms I can write about in a part 2.)

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The helpful teacher

Character: Jeremy Gilbert x teacher!male reader

Universe: Vampire Dairies

Warnings: Smut, inappropriate relationship between teacher and student, slightly forced sexual relationship but also not really

“Please, don’t forget your homework! The last essay showed me that you all have to work harder!” I call after my students without results. Sighing, I glanced at my grades sheet. Of twenty-five students, fifteen failed, and only two scored above average. Even though I haven't been a teacher for long, this course is far worse than any other I've taught this far. One of them, in particular, grinds my gears: Jeremy. I read some of his works before my class, and they were excellent. His downfall is truly heartbreaking.

Just as I was thinking about why one of the best students had fallen, there was a crash in my classroom. My eyes immediately jumped up. Back there in the class was none other than Jeremy himself. He is moving slowly as if he were drunk. He has trouble freeing his backpack from his chair. Jeremy shook and pulled until he stumbled back with his freed backpack in his hands.

With a gloomy smile, he threw the backpack over his shoulder and wandered towards the door.

“Stay for a moment?” I ask him harshly.

Hearing the tone in my voice makes him jump, his eyes widening as he realizes I'm still in the same room. I could immediately tell that something was wrong. His pupils are dilated, his eyes bloodshot. He reluctantly comes towards me, his hands in his pockets.

“Sit down.“

Jeremy follows my orders, seemingly knowing he's already in enough trouble. And he is, especially with his low grades.

“Would you like to explain why you’re drunk in my class?”

“I’m not drunk,” he speaks rather slowly.

“What then?“

Dismissively he crossed his arms before his chest. But sighs a moment later and says, "It does not matter. It’s not like you or anyone cares.”

At this point, I'm already upset. My disappointment is immeasurable. Still, I want to help him. But I can only do that if he wants help, too, and that doesn't seem to be the case.

"Then explain to me why someone as smart as you is failing every class and even got an F in a class you once excelled in."

He only sits there in silence. Anger burns in his eyes, but there is also something else, a pain that begs for help. As long as he keeps quiet, no one can help him.

“If you don’t answer me, come over here and bend over my desk.”

He tilts his head, confusion written all over his face. But my patience is already running out. In a decision that seems strange even to me, I step forward, grab him by his sweater, and pull him to his feet. Only to lead him to my desk, push him against it, turn him around, and slam his torso onto an open surface.

Before he could say anything, I pull his pants down. It's baffling why some teenagers don't wear belts. But I have to admit, it can be convenient in certain situations.

“You can’t do that!” He tries in vain to change my mind. But it's already too late.

I pull his underwear down enough to reveal his ass, a pretty and pale one at that. He's obviously never shown it to the sun, which is sad because Jeremy is rather attractive, and just from his butt alone, I can tell his body isn't bad either.

Strangely, he didn't try to get away. Even though his hands were balled into fists, with which he could've easily pushed me away. I would be lying if I said I didn't like it somewhere. He even looks like he's enjoying it, but it was most likely due to his drunken state.

With a sudden slap, I brought Jeremy back to reality, but even though my slap on his ass cheek was pretty hard, he didn't make a sound. Wondering why, I take a look at his face. I see him biting his bottom lip, his eyes are closed, and a shy smile coupled with a blush spreading across his cheeks shows me a darker side of him.

Riled up by his show of want for this punishment, I give him an entire spanking. However, he still doesn't make a sound. It somehow got me angry and disgusted with him. So I quickly take out a ruler. For a second, I see Jeremy open his eyes, but before he can see my new weapon, I swing and slam the ruler on his butt. For the first time, a scream comes from his lips, satisfying me. Suddenly, I feel something moving in my pants as I look down. I become horrified to see myself getting hard. Disturbed by my body's reaction, I dropped the ruler to the floor.

My hand moves of its own accord, caressing his ass and absorbing the sight of his ruddy glory. But soon, one of my fingers found his crack. Feeling bold, I let a finger wander towards it. But Jeremy told me to stop before I could get too far into it. Shocked that he finally found his words, I did as asked, at least for the moment. He still didn't move, so, encouraged by his unmoving position, I slid my finger through it again and even poked his hole.

I never in my life thought Jeremy would slam his hand on my desk and tell me to stop in a deep, sexy, authoritative tone. I'm so shocked that my knees buckled. Could a man younger and smaller than me really make me falter?

Then suddenly, what I had been wondering finally fell from my lips, so I ask, “Why didn't you move if you didn't like it?”

Silence. Jeremy didn't move, but he didn't say anything either. I try to stand up again, thinking he wouldn't say anything more, that I'd gone too far.

“Because you didn't tell me to,” he says, embarrassed.

Stunned by his words, I fall to my knees again. I try to think of what he could mean, but it quickly sends me into a whirlwind of thoughts. It's getting so bad my head is spinning.

“So if I told you to turn around, would you do that?”

He hummed in agreement but nothing else. So I tell him to turn around, and he does. His underwear is still in the same position, just with the second-largest tent I've ever seen. So large, in fact, that I think he could use it as a real weapon, at least to destroy someone's guts.

“Fuck!“

“What?” asks Jeremy, nervously.

But I’m too far gone at that point. I leap forward, pulling his underwear down completely. As his large, thick cock jumps in my face, all I could do was look up. For the first time, I see how handsome Jeremy truly is. Before I know it, my right hand is wrapped around his cock while my left fondles his big balls. He again bites his bottom lip.

“Are you doing everything I tell you?” Jeremy nods silently. "So if I told you to slam me on the floor and fuck me hard, would you do that?" He nods again. “And if I told you to kiss me, would you do that too?”

“Everything,” he says to me, trying not to moan.

“What if I tell you I want to do something to your ass?”

Suddenly his hands grab mine, and in an angry voice, he says, “Everything but my ass.”

I am shocked by his sudden change in behavior. Out of nowhere, I feel a knot explode in my stomach, and before I know it, I cum hard in my underwear. My whole body convulses violently. If Jeremy hadn't held me by the arms, I would have fallen sideways like a sack of potatoes.

It takes me a moment to come back to my senses, but Jeremy is still in the same position and seems unaware of the effect he's really having on me and my body.

"So you're a service top?" I ask, out of breath as soon as the fog in my head has cleared.

"What is that?“

“Doing whatever your partner sexually wants to satisfy him and make sure he enjoys every damn second of it. Like a good boy.”

Jeremy blushes at my words. It's quite adorable. He swallows loudly, clearly unsure of his next words. He whispers quietly, “I want to be a good boy.” He looks away shyly, biting his bottom lip again before clearing his throat and shrugging his shoulders. “As long as someone drains my balls, I don’t care.”

The second part obviously serves his male pride, which he should preserve. Because damn, he looks hot being prideful. Looking at him with flushed cheeks while he bites his bottom lip, he looks submissive, but when I look into his eyes, there is something completely different, a dominating force that makes me shudder. He's obviously holding back, but how far could I push him? Would he ever break, or would he just get power through it?

His hands slowly withdrew and instead grabbed the edges of my desk so I could do whatever I wanted with his large member. He leans back and thereby makes himself vulnerable to me. Jeremy is so young and yet mature enough to handle such a situation.

I look at his cock again and slowly stroke it up and down. The rest of my discipline quickly faded.

“Fuck it,” I say in a desperate voice, just before I put his head in my mouth. It's already filling my mouth, and I haven't even put much of his cock into it. But the taste is bitter and sweaty. I take it out of my mouth but still stroking as I look up. “From now on, you will wash yourself everyday, understand?”

Jeremy nodded awkwardly, clearly unprepared for such an order. Although he seems to have forgotten all about it, when I open my mouth wider and take about a third of his member into my mouth, I elicit a long moan from him. His cock is already shaking on my tongue. Maybe it's the first time someone is touching him, but I didn't think he would cum so early.

Just as I was thinking about it, it happened. An enormous amount of liquid ambrosia fills my mouth, and I quickly have trouble swallowing. But in the end, I didn't lose a single drop.

After I clean his cock, I pull it out. But it didn't go down, which is perfect since I'm not done with him yet.

“Sit on my chair!“

“Wha-“

"Get a grip and get on my chair! You want to be a good boy, right? Then sit in my fucking chair!“

As I raise my voice, he scrambles like a child with his hand in the cookie jar. He almost knocked over my chair when he jumped on it. A sudden surge of guilt washes over me. Is he so emotionally starved that he would do anything to feel connected to someone in some way? Am I really taking advantage of an emotionally hurting boy?

As I ponder on my decision to ruin my life just for an affair with one of my students, I look at Jeremy again. Unwashed, probably for a few days, heavy bags under his bloodshot eyes and slurred words. But besides that, there is an eagerness in his eyes, the look of an injured or abandoned puppy wanting a connection. Even though I feel guilty, I want to help him, and if I get something out of it, all the better.

I slowly pull up my tight shirt and show the boy my vigorously trained body. He sat in amazement, staring at the body I was hiding. Shedding off my pants, I thought he was going to pass out. I'm not the biggest, but I have a great body and ass. Jeremy probably wouldn't find another ass this good in a long while, as I take extreme care of myself.

"Do you want to touch me first or-"

“Yes!” Jeremy shouts before I can even finish.

I smile at him and step closer to him so he won't have to get up again. When he still didn't move, I lean in and whisper close to his ear, "Touch me wherever you want, but don't you dare get up from this chair!"

Gulping loudly, Jeremy nods slowly. When I receive his answer, I straighten my back again and pose in front of him. His hands roam over my body, discovering every little part of me. I even kneel down between his legs when he shows interest in my upper body, where he immediately starts touching me. He is so gentle, always silently asking with his eyes if everything is okay. He really is a sweetheart.

But when his soft hand caresses my warm cheek, he looks deep into my eyes. As soon as our eyes meet, I know I can't wait any longer. Before he could react, I stand up, push him back into the chair, and sit on his lap. He looks stunned the whole time.

"This is your first time, isn't it?" He gulped but nodded. “Well, then we have to make it memorable, right?” I ask, winking at him.

He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. It feels more like he's about to go to heaven. So to get him back, I move my ass, letting his big cock slide between my ass cheeks. He snaps back to reality and almost dares to touch me, but at the last second, he stops his hands from gripping my waist. This will be the most fun I've had in a long time. I'm sure about that.

***

It's dark when I finally open the door to my classroom again. I have no idea how long we were in there. Jeremy is close behind me, exhausted, but the corners of his mouth are turned up in a happy smile.

"A good chat, Mr. Gilbert," I tell him, clearing my throat, "If we do this everyday, I'm sure you'll be back on track in no time."

“Everyday?” he asks, swallowing loudly.

But I didn't say anything else. Instead, I walk past him and go out. Luckily, the janitor hadn't made his rounds yet. I wait outside for Jeremy, who walks quickly past me with his head bowed without looking back, stirring something inside me.

As I get into my car, I sit there for a moment. Reaching for the seatbelt, it suddenly dawns on me. Did I just force one of my students to have sex with me to raise his grades? I slam my hands on the steering wheel and curse myself. How could I convince myself I would help a hurting young man like that? By using him? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

“Fuck!” I finally mutter and start the engine. Even though I know not to drive angry, I couldn't stay there any longer before someone would find me and ask why I was still there. Still, I couldn't stop cursing myself for something so stupid.

My therapists will be happy to hear that my impulse control seems to be gone again. Even after the many years of hard work, we had done. Except I should probably leave out that it was a student of mine. The least I can do for myself is not to sabotage myself further.

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cherrycola27 · 11 months

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Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 18: On the (Campaign) Trail Again

You and Bradley spent your days combing beaches, eating local cuisine, visiting shops, and trying to have as normal a vacation as possible. But you were always aware of the cameras that surround the two of you.

Each "candid" photo of you and Bradley the paparazzi took looked like it had come straight from a Normal Rockwell painting, and that wasn't on accident. You knew that campaign season was coming. You also knew that even though Bradley was an independent, he wasn't guaranteed a nomination. There were already talks of a few younger politicians who were gearing up to announce campaigns.

The media had dubbed it "The Bradshaw Effect." Younger politicians were ditching the idea of mainstream political parties in favor of blazing their own trail.

You also know that there are some politicians and campaign runners who lack tact and basic human decency. You were counting the days until someone tried to use your kidnapping against Bradley, but you would be ready. You would make sure Bradley and his new campaign manager were ready.

You knew there were people coming for what he had built— what you had built. Huns ready to attack your kingdom and tear down your walls, but you weren't worried. Let them come. Let them try. You'd built your tower on solid ground and fortified it through careful planning.

Bradley was a strong president because you made him that way. Even when others tried to shake him, he stood strong. And you were always there beside him, ready to take up a shield and sword to protect him, just as much as he was ready to protect you.

So, each flash of the camera, each visit the two of you made to a shop or museum or beach on your little getaway, was calculated. It sent a silent message to anyone who dared come after what the two of you had created: "Try all you want, we will not be moved."

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It was the morning of the last full day you and Bradley had together before going back to reality, and you had something special planned for him. Dante had already picked it up, and you were eager to get the day started.

"Bradley. Wake up, my love." You cooed to him as you stroked his cheek. His sleeping form next to you was such a sight to behold. His tanned chest gently rose and fell with each breath. The sheets were slung low on his hips because he always ran hot. The soft glow of the lamp cast a shadow on his face, framing it.

You traced the dusting of hair across his chest before placing barely there kisses along his jaw. His brow scrunched, and he stirred slightly but didn't move.

After a few more whispers of encouragement, he groaned and wrapped his long arms around you, securing you to his chest.

"Go back to sleep." He mummbled in his raspy morning voice that you found ever so sexy. If you weren't already pregnant, you were sure that you would have been from the way he sounds in the morning alone.

"I have a surprise for you today, love. Plus, the peanuts are awake. They've been kicking all morning." You tell him as you bring his hand to your belly so he can feel.

He sighs and leans forward.

He places two kisses on your stomach and one on your lips before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and making his way to the shower. He turns on the water and adjusts the temperature before leaning in the doorway and asking you to join him.

After showering and shaving, Bradley chooses a light blue polo, a khaki pair of shorts, and some brown loafers to wear for the day. You've donned a new red sundress with a floral print, a pair of espadrille sandals, and a wide brimmed sun hat for the day. You also opted for a red lip and a pair of cat-eye sunglasses.

Bradley tips his aviators down and lets out a low wolf-whistle when you join him downstairs for a quick bite of breakfast and a cup of decaf coffee. Most pregnant women look forward to the day they can have margaritas again. You look forward to the day where you can enjoy your favorite latte.

"So, what's this surprise you have for me?" Bradley asks as he takes a sip of his fully caffeinated beverage, lucky bastard.

"It's outside. But you have to close your eyes." You tell him with a cheeky grin. Bradley shakes his head and grumbles something about how he hopes this isn't some plan of yours and Jake's to kill him. You swat him across the back of his head before covering his eyes with your hands.

You guided him outside before stopping in the driveway.

"Okay, and—open!" You almost shout. Bradley opens his eyes and his jaw drops.

"Do you like it?" You ask him as you bounce on the balls of your feet.

"Where did you find one?" He asks you in disbelief.

"A magician never reveals all her secrets." You tell him.

Bradley is truly shocked. The one thing that he misses most about his life before becoming president is his vintage blue Ford Bronco. He misses driving it with the windows down and throwback music blaring. He also hates the chance that he's never gotten the chance to fuck you in it.

But somehow, you managed to find one that looked almost exactly like his that is currently sitting in Maverick's hanger back in California.

"I thought it would be nice for us to take it for a spin for our last day here. I know it isn't yours, but it's the closest match I could find." You beam at him.

Bradley is so happy he could cry. He scoops you up and spins you around. "Bradley. No spins." You tell him. You had gotten over the majority of your morning sickness, but a sailing tour earlier this week proved that motion sickness was still a possibility.

He quickly sat you down before kissing the top of your head. He eagerly asked you for the keys before helping you into the cab. He jogged around the front before climbing in.

Bradley took a few minutes to breathe in the scent of the leather of the interior. He ran his hands over the dash and the steering wheel.

He turned the key in the ignition, and the engine roared to life. "This is amazing. Thank you so much, Sweetheart." He said as he brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

Bradley had the brightest smile on his face. Almost as bright as the smile that he wore on your wedding day.

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The two of you spent the day riding the roads and taking in the sights of Newport and the Rhode Island coast.

You'd splashed in the water, sang off key as the wind blew through your hair, and had the most amazing ice cream ever.

Now, Bradley was pulling into a desolate overlook, so the two of you could watch the sunset.

His hand was on your thigh, and with each passing moment, he slid it higher and higher. You tried to brush him off as the two of you talked and enjoyed the view, buy Bradley was having a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

Suddenly, he was sliding across the bench seat and pulling you into his lap.

One of his large hands gripped your waist while the other held onto the back of your neck as he feverishly kissed you.

"Need you." He grumbled against your lips as he popped the button of his shorts and slid them and his Calvin Klein's down just enough for his cock to spring free.

"Bradley! We can't. What if someone sees us?" You pant out. But it's too late. He already has your dress bunched up at your hips, and his index finger is pulling the lace of your panties to the side as he helps you sink down on him.

You cling to his shoulders and throw your head back at the sensation of being so full.

"You're pregnant, sweetheart. The entire country knows that we have sex. This bump right here is a nice visual reminder for them. It shows the world just how much of a good girl you are for me. Let's everyone know that I filled you up so fucking good and that your perfect pussy belongs to me." He grounds out as you circle your hips.

"As soon as you give me the green light after these two, I'm going to put another baby in you. I'm gonna keep you so fucking full of me." Bradley panted.

"So the whole world can see just how much of a breeding kink you have, Daddy?" You breathed out as he rocked his hips up into yours.

"Have you seen how sexy you look pregnant? How could I not?" He laughs. Any witty comeback you had died on your lips when his thumb swept circles across your clit.

The waves crashing on the shore created the perfect soundtrack as you quite literally rode your husband into the sunset.

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"Bradley!" You cried out in distress as you frantically tore through your jewelry box. "Yes, Sweetheart?" He asks as he came out of the en suite.

"My necklaces! Have you seen them? They're gone! I know I put them right here just the other day! I wanted to wear them for the photos today!" You continued to rifle through your jewelry. The oval pendant and initial chain necklace that you wore almost every day had disappeared from your jewelry case. You knew that you had worn them Tuesday at dinner, but you'd taken a few days to work in the nursery this week and hadn't bothered to put on any of your jewelry. Now you were scrambling trying to find them before the photographer arrived to shoot your maternity portraits.

"Which ones are you looking for, darling?" Bradley asked you.

You huffed and rolled your eyes at him. "Only the ones I wear almost every day! The oval pendant and the initial necklace you gave me. I can't find them!" You babbled as tears began to form in the corner of your eyes. Damn these pregnancy hormones.

"Oh. I don't know where those are at, but this might make you feel better." Bradley said as he pulled a velvet box from his sock drawer.

"Bradley, whatever sparkly thing you have in there cannot make up for the fact that I can't find my necklaces!" You sigh as he holds the box out.

"Will you take a breath and open it. Please." He asks you. You grab the box from his hands and shake your head. You know whatever is in here will be nice, but it won't make up for the fact that you've lost your two favorite pieces of jewelry.

You slowly lift the lid of the box, and when the contents catch your eye, you're tearing up for a different reason.

"Bradley Bradshaw!" You gasp. "How is it that you still manage to surprise me." You say. He chuckles before grabbing the box from you.

Inside, you found your two favorite necklaces, with a few modifications. The pendant and once contained one oval, now had three. The larger center one, and two smaller ones on either side.

The initial chain that once bore just a "B" for Bradley now had a small "E" and "A" for your twins as well.

"Do you like them?" He asks you as he fastens the clasps for you.

"Bradley. It's—they're perfect. I love them. And I love you." You smile as you run your fingers over the stones and charms.

The two of you spent the evening taking the most beautiful maternity portraits together. A few weeks later, you were gushing over which ones to officially release.

The two of you had so many perfect photographed poses, but the one that you decided to post on all the official accounts was your favorite.

It was a candid shot that the photographer snapped. You were looking down at your bump, you left hand placed on top of if, with the most genuine smile on your face. Bradley had his left hand on your lower belly and was smiling at you like you'd hung the moon and stars. It was truly a perfect family portrait.

.................

You were thirty-seven weeks pregnant and felt like a whale. You were scheduled to be induced next week because Dr. Park wanted to let the peanuts cook for as long as possible. The longer they were tucked away in your womb, the greater the chance that they wouldn't end up in the NICU when they were born.

You were waddling around your bedroom trying to find something to wear to the first independent primary debate. Bradley would be going up against three fresh faces tonight. You'd looked them up. One was a governor from the Nebraska. Another was a congressman from California, and the third was a state senator from Massachusetts. Each of them were on the "younger" side when it came to politicians, but all of them seemed eager to throw their hat in the ring.

The congressman and the state senator didn't seem as sure of themselves. You'd watched a few of their interviews, and they didn't carry themselves with as much confidence as Governor Jackson did. You could already tell you didn't like him. He was a few years older than Bradley and already running an attack campaign.

You remember the first time you saw the ad that he had put out. You and Bradley were watching TV when paparazzi pictures of you, post kidnapping, flooded the screen. Bradley had quickly tried to turn off the TV, but you refused to hand over the remote. After a few moments, a voice-over came on. "President Bradshaw failed at keeping his own wife safe. How can we trust him to keep our country safe? Vote Governor Gary Jackson for president. The safe choice."

You remember seeing the rage that filled Bradley's body. He ranted, stating that he would make sure the ad was taken down. You had talked him off the ledge. Reminding him that this was the exact reaction that Governor Jackson was hoping to get from him.

He calmed down and promised you he would keep it together.

After finally finding an outfit and getting ready, you found yourself helping Bradley with his tie. A well versed ritual the two of you had.

As you were finishing it, you kept rattling off reminders for him and going over facts and dates and poll numbers. Even though you weren't his campaign manager for this go round, you couldn't turn that part of of brain off.

You were fiddling with his hair when he grabbed your wrist and huffed before loudly complaining. "Oh my god, Y/N. Can you please just stop for one second!"

"What?" You asked, looking at him confused. "You aren't my campaign manager this time." He stated.

"I am well aware of that, Bradley." You said. You could feel the anger rising in your body.

"Well, you sure don't act like it." He said.

"Excuse me?" You shot back in disbelief.

"All day, you've talked about strategies and campaign facts and poll numbers. I'm sick of it!" Bradley said as he threw his hands up.

"Are you now?" You shot back.

"I mean, you're the First Lady and mother of my unborn children. Could you try acting like that for once?" He demanded loudly.

You sucked in a deep breath. Tears welled up in your eyes. Bradley's face instant dropped. He knew he'd messed up. He tried to pull you in for a hug, but you pushed him away.

You immediately darted into the bathroom and changed clothes before plopping down on the couch.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" He asked you.

"Acting like my stereotypical gender role, just like you wanted." You told him with a hint of sass.

He opened his mouth to argue with you but was interrupted by Jake and Jaycee.

Jake came to tell Bradley that they needed to leave. You informed him that you would not be joining tonight because you were tired. Jaycee immediately offered to stay with you.

You gave Bradley a simple peck on the cheek before seeing him off.

"So you wanna talk about it?" Jake asked him when they were in the car. "Nope." Bradley responded.

You and Jaycee had made yourselves comfortable and were munching on snacks when the debate came on. You could instantly tell that Bradley was off his game, and you felt like it was your fault.

As the debate wore on, you started to feel worse. Suddenly, you couldn't get comfortable on the couch. Your back started hurting, and then twins were extremely active. You tried every which way to settle down, but nothing worked.

You tried to stand up, and as soon as you were on your feet, it happened.

Your eyes went wide, and so did Jaycee's when she realized what was going on.

"Jay—" you said nervously. "Yeah." She replied in the same tone.

"I need you to get ahold of Jake and Dante. Tell them I need Bradley right now." You stammer out.

"What should I say to them? Should I tell them that—" She waved her hand on your direction unsure of how to finish.

"Tell them that they need to get Bradley to the hospital right now. My water just broke."

Because I can't let yall have a moment of peace. Enjoy😘❤️🍒

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pix3lplays · 3 months

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SAM hsr idea: Imagine you're just on cloud nine, after doing something you really love, a good book or exciting movie and you're chatting about whatever it is nonstop, and Sam is sitting on the side as someone repairs a faulty bolt or hunk of material.

That mechanic working on him is your friend, why you came here, and said friend leaves to grab an item from storage and... suddenly you're quiet.

Normally, Sam wouldn't ask questions, wouldn't engage. He's not interested in such "trivial affairs." But he sees how longingly you look after your friend, now robbed of an opportunity to ramble and the momentum is leaving you. You look almost... sad. Deflated. It bothers him, but he doesn't know why yet.

So he talks. Maybe he asks something stupid, like if you've ever seen the inside of a black hole, or something silly "Would you rather fight tigers or bears?" as awkward as can be. Voice fierce as always. Or maybe he just fills the space with equally mundane chatter (or gear grinding) because he wants to hear your voice.

"If you're going to stand there and gawk, better pick up a broom and be useful." Maybe he's mean, anything to get you going again. To watch your soul set itself ablaze and soar across his sky like the star you are.

And one day... you notice. You catch him staring at you. Maybe it'll take a few days to wheedle it out of him, but he'll say something that confuses you.

He can "hear the hum of your engine." (Your pulse, the flow of blood to your extremities.) He can "see the forge that folds the weak to test mettle and might" your compassion (folding weaker metal to make it stronger referencing the people you pick up and help and he sees how you make them stronger, how you inspire merely because you're kind, he might not understand why you bother but he still sees it). He'll be vague or off putting or rude (maybe state how soft you are, how he could crush you) but suddenly you catch something new. He has a static lacing his voice now, a sort of low purr whenever he's around you.

If you touch him, it grows louder, a thick thrum. He gets hotter, and you have to be careful, though he now has dampeners when walking around specifically so you can touch him (it's Kafka's doing, "for our safety").

Everyone else has figured out he's fallen in love with you, now they're just waiting for you to pick up on it, too. They've even made bets (Wolf and Kafka mostly, but Blade joins in because he's bored).

And imagine their surprise when Kafka convinces him to wear a suit to a formal meeting of group members at an anonymous ball (where crazy costumes are the theme so they don't stand out). Sort of over his armor but also incorporated, like Svarog or even Screwllum.

Oh, and he'd be HUNGRY, too. Once all is said and done, and you finally reveal "your weakness," (that you like him, either because you blush/how your heart races when he asks certain questions or invades your personal bubble, cornering you) he'd be relentless. He'd be touching you everywhere, he'd poke and caress wherever it got the greatest reaction out of you.

And if ever you fall melancholy, depressed, he'd never stop trying to reignite your passion. It will take a long time for him to say "I love you," but he'll say it in a million different ways. By learning your favorite food, and being the "SHE ASKED FOR NO PICKLES" guy lmao

Figured I’d just stick both parts together for convenience :)

But oh my gosh Sam content thank you I’m SCREAMING I’m CRYING I’m SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM I SWEAR-

Sam fans we are eating WELL thanks to anon here~

Okay a couple of my fave bits and my opinion…

I’m VERY intrigued by this whole “wearing a suit” thing. Especially with what you said about him wanting you to perceive him as a man, even subconsciously. That’s so?!?! I never would have come up with that, you’re a GENIUS-I am punching the air and kicking my feet right now-the implications are IMMACULATE~he wants to be perceived as something familiar to you, so you’ll take an interest in him, at least a little bit…I’m saying it again: IMMACULATE…10/10.

And your description of his robotic traits were such a treat~the static lacing his voice and such. Your DESCRIPTION was so good I could practically hear it.

And, okay more of an opinion thing haha I do think you’re right in the variety of ways he could interact with you, but something about him being a little more on the rude and curt side makes sense to me, at least initially when he’s first discovering he has some sort of “affection” for you. He doesn’t like it. He at first finds the sensation unpleasant. Something about you makes him feel…weak.

But YEAH, thanks so much for the Sam ideas~

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Hsr Sam #honkai star rail Sam #Hsr Sam x reader #honkai star rail Sam x reader

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royallyprincesslilly · 1 year

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Title: A Long Time Coming {1}

Lewis Hamilton x Friend Group Reader

Warning: Cursing, Teasing, Slow Burn, Plot

Words: 5.5k

Summary: After a long, grueling and stressful 2023 season where Lewis dominated and showed the world once again why he was the best at what he does. He walks away with his 8th championship title and plans with his closest and bestest for some much-needed R&R.

Note: If you couldn’t tell by the summary, we are manifesting with this fic, MANIFESTING HARD for Lewis for 2023. Also, thank you Ru for filling in some of the friend info for me. XOXO

Thank you for reading, I appreciate it!

If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

***Interactive***

~~~~~~~

"Just fuck already! Everyone knows you both want to. Shit it’s been years of this pining from a distance, and will they won’t they suspense. Years of both of you playing too many fucking games!"

Your eyes widened at her unexpected outburst; an outburst geared to you.

"Hey, hey, easy with those accusations, matter of fact baseless accusations."

You continued to apply her your makeup. Everyone was set to meet at the airfield at a certain time and though you were usually late for most things that didn’t include work, you really wanted to get there on time.

"Baseless? Y/N! The looks you both share, the undercover flirting that everyone has peeped at some time or another over the years since you reconnected, the connection, the--."

"Aht, Aht, Aht, stop all that mess. Whatever you're smoking please bring some along cause we all deserve to be this delusional at some point on this trip."

Gisella hip bumper you so hard that you went flying onto the bed. When you landed you busted out into a fit of giggles. "What have I told you about using that weapon against friendlies?"

"Friendlies my ass! I’m just tryna help your kitty kat finally purr. No one should have to be celibate for 4 years."

"Ain’t nobody forcing me. It's a choice," you countered.

"A choice because you’ve been dealing with fools, assholes and below subpar men and you don’t have to when you have Lewis."

"I don’t have Lewis, everyone has Lewis," you teased taking a stab at his philandering reputation.

Gisella couldn’t help but giggle. Lew's reputation was legendary. You’d heard so many rumors about every aspect of him over the years it was insane. You tried to steer clear of the majority of it but there were bombs that were dropped among your friend group and those bombs had made you know more about his alleged stroke game and alleged baseball bat pleasure stick than you should.

Those bits lived rent free in your head, but you'd never admit it out loud or to yourself for that matter. Before your head could drift off to those rent-free thoughts, you shook your head hoping to clear it. Just then Nikki walked in dressed as if this trip was a fashion show. No doubt she was wearing everything from her new line, Baciami.

"Another Lewis denial?"

"You know it!”

You rolled your eyes. When these two decided to gang up on you, you didn't stand a chance. Rolling off the bed, you scurried into the ensuite to grab the rest of your beauty items to pack. Though you knew where each item was, you took your sweet time, not wanting to hurry back into the bedroom for your friends to continue the current conversation. The vibration of your phone tucked into your front tie top buzzed against your breast. You knew it wasn’t a good thing to keep your phone against your breast, but it was usually always the most convenient place for you.

MSG Lewis: Wheels up at 8 no if, ands, or buts, I’m not even playing, kitten.

You rolled your eyes then tapped out a reply. Before you sent yours another text from him came in.

MSG Lewis: I’m not afraid to leave your ass behind.

“Ha,” you said to yourself.

Opting for a voice reply, you went off.

“Listen you may be fucking eight-time championship holder and feeling yourself hard over this newly long awaited and much deserved title but don’t get it twisted. I am the life of this party, have always been the life of this party, and will always be the life of this party. Just sit there looking pretty and expect me when you see me.”

You made sure all your sass and attitude dripped from every single word, then hit send with a smile on your face as you waited for his no doubt equally sass filled response. Sure, enough about half a minute later you got his reply, a voice one.

“Put some respect on my name and run me my respect. I am an eight-time title holder, and I don’t take anyone’s shit no matter how beautiful they are. Get your fine ass here on time or else, kitten.”

You heard the words he emphasized and the way his voice oozed of authority and control and your belly clenched. Your head went back to the rumors of his Dom kink, and you slumped against the bathroom sink with a sigh. It was just another bit of evidence you had to lock away in the untouchable, unspeakable box of things pretraining to Lewis. The man himself was in this box and definitely classified under untouchable. You listened to the message again and clung to him calling you beautiful and pointing out your fine ass. You sighed again knowing that he would see you taking this long to reply as his victory. The man was competitive in everything.

“Or else what? You know damn well that I’ve got you wrapped around my pinky finger. You ain’t goin nowhere without me and that’s that on that!”

You giggled as you send the voice reply. When you turned, there stood Gisella and Nikki both with snarky “I told you so, you’re caught” looks on their faces.

“Oh the foreplay is very telling,” Nikki said.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing your things and walking back into the bedroom.

“Ugh, whatever. He says he’ll leave us if we’re not on time. So let’s try not to get left ladies.”

You disappeared across the way into your closet determined to finish up everything you still had to do. Thirty minutes later, you were all in the SUV that had been sent for you with your bags loaded in the back finally on your way to the airfield. On the drive you replied to the last emails from your agent and editor ensuring they knew you weren’t going to be too attached to your emails. Their reminders to have the rest of the chapters for your book completed by the time your returned from this trip made you roll your eyes to the back of your head.

They’d been hounding you for these chapters for three months now. Three months of daily “friendly” email remainders, three months of weekly drop ins to check on” your wellbeing, and monthly sit-down meetings that stretched for hours for mapping and plans all centered around this second book that apparently everyone was anticipating. Maybe the anticipation was the reason why you were so reluctant to write it. maybe your stroke of luck with the pen had fizzled, maybe you just weren’t into the idea anymore.

Those were the reasons you gave them when they asked what was taking so long. Those were the PC reasons. You couldn’t very well tell them that your well of inspiration for sex, smut and sultry human connections had dried and caved into the center of the Earth. You couldn’t tell them that you were dry in more ways than one. So instead of exposing yourself in that unfavorable way, you tapped out a very professional response.

Consider it done.

Exiting your emails, you sighed. Hopefully this trip ended up being for more than celebrating Lewis’ 8th title. Perhaps by the end of this vacation you’d come back with a hundred pages of unputdownable content, even if you had to fake it till you made it.

“Why is there such a huge wave of stress coming off of you now?”

“Just my manager and editor on my back again. They worse than Sallie Mae!”

Your friends laughed.

“That’s why you shouldn’t have made that first book so damn good. Now everybody waiting, tapping their feet expecting a slab of gold to drop into their hands,” Gisella said.

“So she should be mediocre?”

“I say just write something. You’ve been dragging your feet for three months. Just give them something and be done with it.”

“I mean that is an option, Nikki added.

“I don’t want to just give something half assed. I wanna feel it and I just haven’t been feeling it no matter how hard I try,” you admitted.

The silence stretched for a few moments before Nikki piped up. “Maybe a change of scenery is what you need. This trip will do you some good. We promise to give you time to write.”

You squeezed her hand as a thank you before you bounced your shoulder into Gisella for the same purpose. They may mess with you mercilessly, but they also had your back to the end.

Miraculously you made it to the airfield with five minutes to spar. The driver unloaded your bags once you got the private jet while the three of you approached the others waiting there. Once Daniel shouted your name, they all turned. You waved at Daniel, his girlfriend Cassie, and Mabdulle, his girlfriend Robin, Miles, and Andrew. They four happily waved back at you but the closer you got you realized there was another person there.

Squinting your eyes, you peered closer behind your dark sunglasses. There stood a slim, brunette with high lights at the ends of her hair giving her the ombre look. She wore tiny shorts and a crop top and knee high sparkly heeled boots. You watched her put her arm around Lewis’ shoulder then scoffed because you immediately knew why she was there. His plaything for the trip.

“Who is that boney girl?”

You snorted at Gisella. She always acted like this was the first time she’d ever seen Lewis’ antics on display.

“She is how I know Iont got Lewis, everyone’s got Lewis. “

Nikki snorted and threw her head back laughing. “This trip is sure going to be interesting.”

“Whatever, she won’t last three days before he’s sent her packing,” Gisella voiced.

“Three days huh?”

Nikki looked as if she were contemplating deeply over those words before she added to the wager. “I give it two.”

You looked between them and shook your head. You were not going to partake in this bet because they both had good odds.

“I see your ass likes playing with fire,” Lewis said holding up his designer gold and diamond watch that you knew had to have cost him half a mil.

“You know I like it when it hurts.”

“Yoooo!”

Daniel spun around in his exaggerated fashion heightening the antics. You loved him dearly. You considered him the best of Lewis’ friends. He always seemed to be genuinely looking out for him and his best interests.

“Bruv, that’s very telling,” Miles added.

You shrugged, “I’m a grown ass woman, not tryna keep no secrets. “Hi, I’m Justice!”

You looked to the beauty because Lewis. She had her hand held out a wide smile on her face and her sunglasses atop her head. no one else spoke and you felt all the eyes on you watching to see what you’d do. You didn’t know what the interest was for. You glanced at Daniel and Cassie who both lifted their brow like the synchronized couple they were while Miles has a Cheshire cat smile on his face looking like that creature in the movie Grimcutty. He clearly was expecting some showdown.

“Hey, I’m Y/N, this is Nikki and Gisella.”

You shook her hand in a pleasant way, your mother didn’t raise no ill-mannered child. Soon after, Nikki and Gisella both shook her hand, but it was done with complete lackluster. They didn’t like her for no other reason than she was coming along.

“Cute glasses,” Justice said pointing to the ones you were wearing.

“LewLewBoo has the same ones.”

LewLewBoo you thought while stifling your amusement. Lewis hated cutesy cutesy nicknames. He wasn’t against a few of them but this one you knew he hated. Lewis nudged Justice as if to say cut it out and she gave him an apologetic look, shrinking back slightly.

“Well, LewLewBoo is always trying to cop my style and be like me what more can we expect from the 8-time champion.”

His smile widened and you couldn’t help but smile back. The two of you squared up neither budging until you both went in for a hug. He lifted you then spun you.

“I am so proud of you again. So proud and so so happy!”

His arms held you off the ground like you didn’t weigh a thing. The tight squeeze gave you ever impression of how strong those arms were.

“Thank you for always being there,” Lewis said so only you could hear.

“Of course. What’re friends for?”

Your eyes locked and you saw how much your actions throughout the season meant to him. You’d been to every weekend, every event. You’d been more than just a friend to him over the last nine months. You’d been a therapist when things went wrong and he was expected to smile through it, a sounding board on different ideas he’d come up with both for racing and his other ventures, alternate strategist when you saw things a little differently than the rest and your vision connected with his, comic when he needed a good laugh about all the bullshit, entertainer when he needed to relieve some stress with a song or some other shit, storyteller when the nights were too much and he needed a soft voice with calming words to soothe the madness inside his head and everything in between. You didn’t mind. That was what friends were for.

“Are we lifting off?”

Mabdulle’s uncertain question filtered between the two of you breaking the moment. When Lewis returned you to your feet, you stepped back securing your sunglasses right back on your nose. The group of you made your way to the jet then piled in. Everyone scattered for their version of the perfect seat. The guys congregated around Lewis while the ladies broke off for their own space.

“Did you hear where we’re going?”

“Where?”

“Don’t tell her shit,” Lewis shouted spinning back to look at the group.

“Come on there is no point in keeping it a secret anymore. I’m here,” you whined.

“Quit your whining girl. You said you’d go anywhere with me and I’m ‘bout to test that shit.”

“Oh god, are we going to Switzerland so you can fuck with me Lewis?”

“I can fuck with you anywhere, girl!”

Your belly flipped from those words, and it was the most unexpected thing that you had no words for a smartass rebuttal. Lewis saw it too and cocked his head to the side as you dropped down into your seat with a perplexed look on your face.

Gisella leaned to your ear and whispered, “I’m jumping on Nikki’s bet, 2 days max cause that was clear flirting.”

You rolled your eyes and did what you did best, faked it till you made it.

“Whatever.”

The flight was as rowdy as it always was when all of you got together. The banter was what you all were known for. At every opportunity you took the bait to clown Miles because he was always coming for you. It wasn’t that you hated him, you just liked to push his buttons, liked to rile him up and tease him mercilessly. Sometimes there was this vibe to him that there was something darker to him that he kept hidden at all costs. Sometimes you saw it though. You’d told Lewis about it, but he wasn’t surprised to hear it. He was a great people reader, and he was always aware of the vibes people gave off.

You were unable to blot Justice out though. She seemed like a nice enough girl to you. An upcoming model, of course, that met Lewis at some fashion event he was at, again of course. She definitely seemed infatuated with him, definitely DTF. You didn’t knock her for that because there was absolutely nothing wrong with being DTF. However, every time she sashayed toward Lewis and sat in his lap to giggle and whisper with him you noted the way your belly rolled like you’d eaten something bad, and it was wrestling you inside. It was interesting and it was something you shoved into the travel bag of untouchable things that you absolutely should stay away from and avoid.

~~~~~

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our decent into our destination. Local time is 4pm. Please buckle your seatbelts and prepare for landing. Thank you for flying today Sir Hamilton.”

You sat up and tried to get a look out the window to get something about where you were, but it was useless, you couldn’t see at all.

MSG Lewis: Don’t worry. Sit back. You’ll love it here. You won’t want to leave in a week.

You glanced across the jet to find him sitting by himself with one leg resting on the other at the ankle. He was leaned back in the seat looking as if he were expecting someone to approach him and give him a lap dance.

MSG: You told me to take three weeks. Where are we going after?

MSG Lewis: You’ll see.

You gave him a death glare then rolled your eyes.

MSG: If I’m stressing about where we’re going this whole time, I’m going to blame you to my editor and manager when I come back with not even a page of the one hundred I’m supposed to have written.

He smiled.

MSG Lewis: Not my fault you’re curious George. One day that curiosity is gonna get you into some shit you can’t get out of.

MSG: Like what sir?

You watched his face morph through different emotions, surprise, interest, confusion then regret. You were slightly fascinated wondering what it was he was thinking. Before he could answer, Justice reached out and squeezed his thigh in a spot that said she was familiar with his body. Again, that feeling in your stomach returned but this one irritated you and you found it was harder to push it into that travel bag.

By the time everyone marched out of the jet, you were more than ready for a drink and a shower. The heat hit you like a low hanging branch to the face. This definitely wasn’t Switzerland. Once all the bags were offloaded, a tall lanky man approached the group.

“Welcome Mr. Hamilton. It is an honor to have you with us. My name is Mosi.”

He had a thick African accent. Your eyes widened. Were you where you wanted to go? If so, how did he know you wanted to come here?

“Thank you for having us, Mosi “Lewis replied.

You tried to keep your giddiness under wraps, but it was incredibly difficult.

“Follow me and my team will gather your luggage.”

A line of four people walked toward the jet while the rest of you followed Mosi. Lewis chatted with him in hushed voices that you couldn’t pick up. You wondered if he was talking so low because of you.

“Why can’t you just let him surprise you?”

You hadn’t even noticed Mabdulle moseying up beside you. You snorted realizing you’d been caught eavesdropping or attempting to.

“I mean I can, I just—want to know.”

He nodded slowly then shook his head. “He’s been planning this for a bit, couldn’t make up his mind where until like a few days ago. Sit back and let him rock.”

You began to wonder if he was so indecisive because of you. Before you even asked, Mabdulle nodded.

“The things we do for friends.”

With that he walked ahead over to Daniel and Cassie leaving you to wonder what he meant by that and why he’d said it the way he did.

After a few more steps, you saw the two charter planes that had paddles attached to the bottom of them. Another clue you said to yourself. You were in Africa and going to land somewhere with water. Everyone split up to load into the two planes. You made sure to get into the plane that Lewis and Justice weren’t getting into. You didn’t want to watch any sort of PDA. Just before Lewis got into the plane you watched he glance around as if searching for something. When his eyes landed on yours you noted the clench of his jaw but before he could make another move Justice called his name in a cutesy whine. You clenched your jaw from annoyance because if this was what you were going to have to listen to this whole trip you were going to jump out this plane without a chute.

Your jaw was dropped, hands pressed to the glass and tongue practically hanging out as you watched the scenery coast by. The turquoise in the ocean called to you, the variation of the shades of greens in the trees complimented it perfectly and you imagined sitting underneath them enjoying a nice breeze and a cocktail. To the horizon the rural lands were such a contrast to the sandy beaches it did nothing but take your breath away. It was perfect. It was everything you’d wanted when you’d seen a random picture and said in passing it was your idea of a perfect vacation. You couldn’t wait to soak it all up.

The plane landed in the ocean and glided its way to a full stop right on the beach and slowly everyone disembarked.

“Wow, this is gorgeous,” Robin said staring out into the water once she was on the sand.

“I can’t wait to get in,” Nikki added.

You were too busy snapping pictures for memories to join in on the conversation. Every shot was even better than the last and every shot had you more and more excited. The breathtaking sunset was the perfect backdrop and opening for what you hoped was going to be a great vacation.

“Welcome to & Beyond, Mozambique’s most popular destination,” Mosi said as he stood to the front of the group with his back to the uber luxurious dwellings on the property.

Your smile was so wide you knew you looked like an idiot. Lewis caught your eye, and he was smiling just as wide as you were. You mouthed “thank you” and gave you a nod while tapping the side of his nose. It was a thing both of you always did to the other to say, “I got you”. It had always been like that. he’d do whatever he could for you no matter what it was you asked for, and you’d do the same. It wasn’t a tit for tat type of thing or favor for favor it was genuine care all the time.

After a quick tour of the massive property that Lewis had taken liberty to rent out completely just so your group could really relax without any eyes, you all split up to lock down your rooms and settle in. The local time was nearing dinner and you were teetering on ravenous thanks to you skipping breakfast and only opting for a small fruit salad on the plane as lunch. Your room was perfect, it faced the ocean and gave you quite the view. You knew it would be the perfect view for any late-night writing sessions. And if this was what you were working with then you were excited to get to it.

You took a shower then plopped onto the floor in your towel to go through your luggage for something to wear for dinner. With your headphones in you went through your choices until you heard the notification sound from your phone. When you glanced down, you found a message from Lewis.

MSG Lewis: I hope you like the room; you got the best view. I hope it helps with your writer’s block.

Realization hit you, he’d planned all of this. He’d chosen this place because of you, given you the room with the best view all in hopes to get your groove back. you could have released an audible “oof” right then and there.

MSG: You didn’t have to do all of this for me.

MSG Lewis: Shut up.

MSG: I’m serious.

MSG Lewis: I like doing things for you. Plus it’s nothing more than all you’ve done for me over the years. WAFF.

The ball of tension in your belly faded and left a sinking feeling. What are friends for. You took a deep breath, held it for a beat, then slowly let it out. It was then you put your phone down and continued what you were doing with your music much higher than before. After a while you managed to put together something cute and just as you were putting on a lite layer of makeup Nikki walked in.

“What’s taking you so long?”

“Perfection takes time.”

“Heeeeeyyy!”

You laughed, bringing your attention back to the mirror to finish your brows.

“Where’s Gisella?”

“Trying to get all the gossip on Justice. She did a dive on IG and found out she’s a model but also an IG—persona. She saw a few pictures of her with a few other celebs and now she is trying to get the tea.”

You nodded, of course she was. Gisella could find out anything about anyone. She was better than TMZ, better than any other gossip blog hands down.

“You don’t seem to care about it though.”

“Why should I care? I’m all good until she proves to be a problem.”

Nikki studied you for a moment. You could feel her eyes boring holes into your back. You were not going to fall for it though. She wanted you to open up but opening up was the last thing you planned on doing on this vacation.

Dinner was amazing, the food on display across the banquet style table was exquisite. Michelin star restaurants in the states could never. Everything you put into your mouth you moaned for, every dish placed before you, you devoured, every flavor that burst over your tastebuds had you rocking in your seat. There was nothing that was off. You tried to keep up with the conversations around you while enjoying the food, but you were sure you missed plenty of useful tidbits.

When dessert came you slowly ate the decadent cake and looked around the table at all your friends. Time together like this was rare. Lewis’ schedule was nuts, and then when you added yours, it was difficult to get everyone together. Across the table, you noticed Lewis doing the same thing. He was probably thinking the same thing you were. When your eyes met, his smile widened. It was soft and inviting, so similar to him. It slipped for a moment and was replaced by a crinkled brow and a screwed jaw. He looked like he was thinking deeply about something. However, the look quickly disappeared. Raising his glass to you, he bopped his head. You returned the gesture and returned your attention to your plate.

After dinner, no one seemed eager to go to bed, instead the drinks rolled out and the stories began. No one was safe from being put on blast, no one was left untouched from some embarrassing story from some point in their life and because of that the laughs never ended. When everyone said their goodbyes, you decided to set yourself up to write. After getting everything ready and setting your atmosphere just the way you wanted you sat down with the view of the soft rolling waves of the ocean as your focal point and a bottle of wine beside you. After taking the time to reread your last written chapter you were half a bottle down in the wine with worries of how you were going to match that steam.

“All right, Y/N, let’s get this down and done.”

You cracked your knuckles then set your hands ready to fly across the keyboard. Twenty minutes later, your screen was empty and your fingers still hovering over the keyboard.

“Shit.”

You grabbed the wine and guzzled the rest then groaned when you realized it was finished. You ventured through the villa to one of the bars and picked out two more bottles. You were determined to get something down. You’d take anything at this point, a sentence, a word. Hell, even a period. Sitting back down, you popped the top of the wine and took a few gulps foregoing the glass sitting to your left. what was the point? This wine tasted a lot stronger than the one you’d just had, and you were grateful for that. With a mouthful of wine, you set yourself for attempt number two.

Like the first attempt, twenty minutes later you had nothing. That led you to finish the second bottle of wine as you talked to yourself about nothing in particular just your failure to do the simplest of tasks. An hour later, the only thing you’d accomplished was finishing the wine you’d gotten from the bar. You were surrounded by the empty bottles that were scattered around the floor while you were sprawled on the bed. You’d abandoned your laptop and was just staring at the ceiling waiting for the wine to put you to sleep. As your eyes lulled closed, you heard muffled moans that sounded as if they were coming from the room beside you. With your eyes wide, you held still waiting to see if you’d imagined it. A few seconds later, they sounded again.

What the hell? You knew either Nikki or Gisella were beside you and you also knew that they couldn��t be busting it down with anyone. Your eyes widened even more than you thought it was Gisella and Mabdulle. You’d always gotten the vibes that they were into each other but wanted to keep it on the low.

“Oh my gosh.”

You sprang up and pressed your ear to the wall like a total creeper. You planned on holding this over her head for the rest of eternity whenever she tried to come for you. It was quiet over there and you didn’t know if you should be thankful or feel bad about it. Someone was not putting in work.

“Just stop.”

You pressed closer hearing that. Stop what?

“I can make you feel good.”

You began to wonder why she was pleading with him. This was not Gisella. She took what she wanted, and you knew for a fact she knew how to have a grown man sounding like a whimpering child. You heard slurping sounds and more muffled moaning then gagging. Other than that, it was silent. This definitely wasn’t Gisella. whoever it was did not know their way around a dick. The silence was very telling. You stifled a laugh because you hoped it was Miles, hoped he’d somehow picked someone up and was getting the worst lackluster head of his life. However, it was not.

“Mmm, Lewis.”

Your smile dropped, your eyed bugged and you made a face of disgust. No fucking way. Lewis took the room beside you. He knew this was the room he’d chosen for you, which meant this was a deliberate choice. What the fuck? Was he fucking with you? Why?

“It's not working, it’s cool.”

“No, let me try some more. What’re you thinking about?”

He sighed. “W-A-F-F.”

At that you pulled away from the wall as if it had turned into lava. What the actual fuck! The slurping and moaning began again but you could tell it was not from Lewis, you could tell that he was completely disinterested. As you listened part of you wanted to laugh because this was just pathetic. Another part of you wanted to melt into the mattress and disappear. You’d never been on this side of things, never overheard his shenanigans, never been the fly on the wall. You didn’t know how to act, much less what to think. Another part of you wanted to kick the wall down and show her how it’s done, but another part that was seeing radioactive green and all you wanted to do was She Hulk smash her ass then Sparta kick her into the ocean telling her to doggy paddle back to the states. Was it a strong reaction? Yes, it was. Did you understand it? Not at all.

So you laid there hearing her failed attempts at making him feel good while letting your thoughts wander on what he meant by saying he was thinking about the code between you, the code he’d said to you several times that day. You knew one thing for certain, tomorrow you were changing your room.

PT 2 Coming....

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need a hand

summary: lazy mornings are few and far between with you and your boyfriend and they're supposed to be about the two of you. this particular one has been interrupted enough by his work that you take matters into your own hands- by using his. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m. pairing: austin butler x plus sized female reader word count: 1266 warnings: somewhat public sex ( someone is on the other end of a phone call ). fingering. implied/fade to black p in v sex. waxing poetic about austin's hands. author's note: this is the double dip for day thirty one: hand kink with austin butler. so after i had decided to go the professor route with day 31 i got an ask from an anon asking for hand kink for kinktober, now it was after i had already started, about midway through october but i was like you know what anon, you've given me a prompt and shit why not. hope you're still around anon and you like this. as for everyone else, hope you enjoy too and lord have mercy, i really only have one more double dip and we're done with kinktober. in december. gold star all of us. also saints preserve me if there's any typos. pretty sure i caught them all but who even knows.

The thing you first noticed about Austin, beyond his blue eyes that you could drown in and his height and how he looked like every lanky tall boy you had ever fallen for in your life, was his hands. It makes sense that he has large hands because he's a rather large person, a rather tall person. So you should be used to it by now except you're not- you're pretty sure you're never going to get over how his hand actually spans a good portion of your entire ass cheek and each hand can hold a breast with an ease that not many men- or women- in your life had managed. You're pretty sure you're never going to get over how his hand could grab under your chin and force you to look up at him even when you're being bashful under his compliments of how you look like a goddess in your jumpsuit or in your dress or on one particularly memorable occasion, your pjs-a shirt that was far too oversized for him but he wore anyway just to get you to be able to say that you stole his shirt for your pjs.

The point is Austin's hands are a thing you mildly fixate on sometimes and in particular when he has rings on his fingers it makes it worse. You don't act instead choosing to spend your time saving the world one case at a time- or so you tell yourself- practicing law. It takes your mind off of the long stretches of time you don't have your boyfriend with you and- well you like to think even with him as your boyfriend and perhaps your future husband no one will mind when you go into politics with him by your side. Changing the world can only happen so much when you're on the outside, sometimes you have to get in the midst of things. He's finally home for a fair chunk of time despite him gearing up to fully hit the award season press junket. Bikeriders has wrapped and you for once have an entirely free weekend. He still has to do a virtual interview or two but it's fine.

At least you thought it was until one interview dragged into another and suddenly Austin is answering the phone yet again and you find yourself watching him. It's supposed to be a lazy morning so you're wearing the oversized shirt and nothing on underneath it as far as underwear goes. You watch as his hands gesticulate with the occasional glint of a ring you gave him on his left ring finger. God, his hands shouldn't do as much for you as they do and yet you find your legs falling open just a smidge as he continues to talk. Lazy mornings are meant for you and him to reconnect both emotionally and physically. Emotionally you were fine but physically in this moment you found that you were lacking, you could just start to touch yourself with your own hand but that felt so silly considering you were right next to your boyfriend who conveniently has one of his hands near your thigh. Your eyes focus on his face as you subtly grab his hand and move it up your thigh until you can feel his fingers start to press ever so gently against your cunt. He stutters for a moment before looking at you and down at his hand in confusion.

"Keep going." You mouth before you fully have his fingers inside of you. A sigh leaves your mouth at the sensation and you can see Austin biting his lip as he listens to whatever question the interviewer hsas on the other end of the line. You're wetter than you have any right to be with no real preparation but you'd like to blame that on being as attracted as you are to Austin that even the simple act of being near him like you are today that has you aroused. It's hard to figure out how to move Austin's hand in the way you would normally want it to be moving when he's doing it but you make it work. He gets the clue that you need some help and looks questioningly at you as if to ask if he can move his fingers only to have you nod.

His fingers curl and shift, brushing against your g-spot as you feel his thumb press against your clit, forcing a hiss out of you. He continues to talk to the interviewer as if nothing is happening though you can see his cock pressing against his boxers, a small wet spot forming on the fabric the longer the interview goes on and the longer his hand moves within you. Normally when Austin fingers you it's a bit of a quick affair, a means to an ends as far as foreplay goes but this- no this is you and him trying to get you off while he's preoccupied. You bite your lips trying to swallow your groans and moans as your toes curl. Austin's eyes narrow just a hair at one particularly loud noise that escapes your lips that has him apologizing to the person on the other end.

"Quiet." He mouths before his fingers continue their onslaught in your cunt. He puts the phone against his shoulder and leans his head onto it to keep it in place before he has the genius thought to put his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet. It has the opposite effect though, as you groan around his fingers, your tongue swirling around the digits in a way that's reminiscent of how you suck his cock. You swear you hear the interviewer- or maybe it's Austin- apologize but your heartbeat is too busy rushing through your ears for you to register it fully. Instead, your body focuses on the feel of his calloused fingers against your clit, as he had abandoned just using his thumb to do it. The rubbing motion would be enough- feels like it's going to be enough before he practically yanks his fingers out of your mouth and grabs one of your breasts and just pinches the nipple at the same time as he rubs just so against your clit. Your teeth dig into your lower lip so hard you swear it's about to bleed with the force as you cum, your orgasm cascading over you as you shiver just a bit from the sheer force of it. At some point your eyes had shut and you open them to see Austin's chest rising and falling quicker than it had been. You see his cock peeking out from his boxers just a hair and you see his hands holding the phone.

"I hope to talk to you again soon as well! Call me later if you had any follow ups, I know that isn't protocol but you seem nice. Bye and thank you!" He finishes off the conversation with a flourish of the hand that had previously been on your breast before he looks at you, tossing the phone on his nightstand. The look he has reminds you of a predator seeking his prey, you should be scared but you're not, instead choosing to smirk.

"Ready for more, Mr. Butler?" You ask, moving to pull off your shirt before he stops you and pulls you closer to him allowing himself to squeeze your hip as his fingers dig into the ample flesh.

His lips catch yours in a bruising kiss before he answers. "My hands were just getting started, babe."

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katyaromanoffpetrova · 20 days

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Villain thoughts!!!!

I feel like Nat would keep a similar uniform to her regular black widow suit we know now. It’s convenient and has always worked for her so why not? Also because she loves the manipulation aspect of hunting a target and seducing them is just so effective. It’s not her fault men practically fall to their knees at the sight of her figure.

But Kat! She’s changing it up in my head. Going for a rougher look. Think army type of pants, but like black not camo. Boots, always. The rest depends on her mission and her mood. Sometimes it’s a tight top that shows off every curve just right. Sometimes it’s a tshirt that makes her shoulders and arms look so strong and bulky that people don’t dare underestimate her strength.

She does use a similar uniform to Nat sometimes. Especially if they want to trick people into thinking there’s only one of them, they have to look the same. But I think overall she needs that freedom.

In the red room as well as in hydra she had to wear that tight uniform. She had to show off her body without her choice. She had to wear that suit all the time and never wanted to. She was forced to be feminine and sensual any time her captors pleased. So when her muscles grow and her old suit doesn’t quite fit anymore, but she doesn’t have time to get a new one before her next mission. She throws on her cargos and utility belt, and after that mission she only puts on that damn suit when she feels like it. She’s not masculine per se, just dressing as she pleases, when she pleases. And she feels more comfortable than ever.

Facts. Kat's not a true Widow, she never was. She can't relate to that name like Nat does. The Black Widow is her alter ego and she will continue to use it and dress the way people came to know her as, just to keep that reputation (🐍) alive.

As for Kat, she goes to search for what her alter ego is. She tries different suits to find one that works for her. She sticks to a color palet. All greys. Sometimes it's cargo pants and a long sleeve. Other times it's more tactical gear. But it's always grey.

#katanswers

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generalzar0ff · 3 months

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Most of this was drawn in September of last year, but I decided to finally complete it!

So, here are the penguins of Madagascar and their lemur friends as humans!

I know this has been done to death already, but I wanted to provide my own interpretation. I’ll provide my design choices for each character under the cut, if anybody’s interested!

Skipper: I do not want to throw shade to anyone, but most of the human Skippers I’ve seen are either too young, too skinny, or too muscular. This guy may present himself as an authority figure, but let’s face it: this guy is your average middle-aged man with a fascination for cool spy stuff and repressed bisexuality. Trust me, my dad knows all about it. Anyway, I gave him a tacky nautical flag shirt, mostly because i couldn’t find any high-quality “hawaiian shirt with wwii planes” patterns. If it weren’t for King Julien’s design, I would’ve given Skipper aviators.

Kowalski: Typical nerdy guy. When I was showing a work in progress of the penguins, a friend of mine suggested that Kowalski’s hairline should be extra receded, and they were right. I know that this is the simplest design, but that’s because this guy just doesn’t seem the type for style. More of a practicality and formality guy. I suppose now’s a good time to mention that each of the brothers has an element of orange around their feet, cuz, well, the penguins have orange feet.

Rico: I really hope you guys get the energy that this guy listens to nu-metal. Since human beings not infused with cartoon animal wackiness cannot regurgitate convenient items, I decided to give human Rico a bunch of pockets from which cartoon HUMAN wackiness can occur. His outfit is also a bit more military-like than the others, what with the bomber jacket, cargo shorts, and combat boots. I also gave him what is essentially the boss floss from Splatoon 3’s amiibo gear.

Private: According to Penguin Lore™️, they’re all brothers, but Private is adopted, hence why he’s a bit younger [but not a child!] and I gave him a different hair texture and skin tone. His shirt has an icon from his favorite show, a Lunacorn. I also made his blue nail polish match its eyes. I take honor in the fact that a friend told me “I have several transmasc friends who look like this”.

Maurice: A lot of people who draw TPOM gijinkas don’t even draw him, which is a shame, because I love Maurice. Even more offensive is that some people don’t even depict him as an old black man, which goes against everything I know to be true in my heart. Anyway, he seems like the type to enjoy autumn/winter gear, so I gave him a big ol’ trench coat, as well as a scarf that looks like his fur puff. And the newsie cap just felt right.

King Julien: Here’s where all the flashiness went! According to an actor whom I have a personal vendetta against and thus will not name, Julien’s accent is Sri Lankan, so I took inspiration from their traditional clothing for his outfit, albeit more “cunty”, as today’s kids call it. It was imperative that this man has his toes out for obvious reasons, so I gave him sandals. I honestly have no good explanation for the leopard print leggings other than it came to me in a divine vision. Or something. The sunglasses mimic the color of his eyes!

Mort: Look, it was really hard for me not to just draw Molière from Atlantis: The Lost Empire, since his design is already kind of what I imagine this fellow looking like as a “human”. Admittedly, I’m not too proud of this design, but i think it gets the job done. His outfit purposely clashes: a matching hat and sweater, but with sweatpants, and he’s not even wearing shoes! I know the original Mort doesn’t have any purple in his design, but I felt like its inclusion made him look a little weirder. And then there’s his eyes. Yeah.

Hope this wasn’t too long, and thank you to anyone who read this portion of the post!

#my art #gijinka #humanization #tpom

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darkandstormydolls · 6 days

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Well, isn’t it funny how I made this account for my sewing and costuming and the writing took over?

Well, anyways, let me get working on balancing that. Here’s the story of two jackets I altered!

So I got both of these at thrift stores, but both weren’t quite right

Jacket one, which is more of a rain coat-trench coat, was missing a couple of buttons, and others were loose (missing buttons marked in pink)

I was initially thinking of moving some of the pocket decorative buttons to the front (also, yes, it has pockets, and wonderfully large ones), but it turns out they were different sizes, and also I didn’t love the old ones. So, I went looking through my button stash for something to swap them out for and conveniently came across a set of black fabric covered buttons in multiple sizes with enough to swap out not just the front buttons but also the pocket and epaulette ones. Final result:

A much more me jacket. I’m so happy I found this. My rain coat before this was left over from like fifth grade, because I never bothered to get a new one since I rarely go out in the rain, and bright blue and awful enough that I would not even entertain the thought of wearing it. But now I shall not be stuck having to choose between an umbrella or an ugly rain coat! And J can feel like a film noir detective!

Jacket two: so I found two blazers. One is black and I’ll probably tailor it more at some point, but not right now, and the other is this gray one. When looking for buttons, I realized that I didn’t really have enough of any silver buttons to do both the front button and also those useless cuff fake buttons, so I decided to break out that box of little decorative gears that I picked up at Jo-Ann’s a while back because “they could be useful some day”. And, lo and behold, they were! I used up pretty much all the silver ones here because I figured that if I was going to do gear buttons, I may as well go overboard and just decorate the whole thing with gears. Here they are laid out but not sewn on yet

But also, this blazer was way boxier than how I like my jackets. So, I did some really inexpert alterations to nip it in at the waist

You can see the difference. Second picture is of the inside and my sloppy darts. Now, since most of the gathering is at the back, it has a little flair to the back and over the hips that I love. The back lays slightly wonky, but not too bad, and it flairs out at the hips enough to fit over my very full skirts and it’s crazy flattering, plus I can always adjust the darts if I need to alter it again in the future.

Secondhand shopping and alteration for the win! I’ve already worn both of these and look forward to wearing them both lots more. If only I hadn’t found these jackets a little earlier in the year, while it was still consistently cold…

#sewing #alterations #thrift flip #slow fashion

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variousqueerthings · 5 months

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I Am Human!

Asylum of the Daleks... first episode of season 7

and how did it hold up you ask?

.......................... well

sexism rank objectification (female character is ogled/harassed/turned into a sex joke by the doctor and/or a lead we’re supposed to root for and/or the camera): 3/10

sexism rank plot-point (lead female character is only there to serve plot, not to have her emotional interiority explored): 4/10

interesting complex or pointlessly complex (does the complexity serve the narrative or does it just serve to be confusing as a stand-in for smart, this includes visually): 4/10

furthers character and/or lore and/or plot development (broader question that ties into the previous ones, at least two of these, ideally three should be fulfilled): 3/10

companion matters (the companion doesn’t always have to be there, but if the companion is there, can they function without the doctor– and overall per season how often is the companion the focus or POV of the story): 2/10

the doctor is more than just “godlike” (examines the doctor’s flaws and limitations, doesn’t solve a plot by having it revolve entirely around the doctor’s existence): 6/10

doesn’t look down on previous doctor who (by erasing or mocking its importance, by redoing and “bettering” previous beloved plotpoints or characters, etc.): 5/10

isn’t trying to insert hamfisted sexiness (m*ffat famously talked a lot about how dw should be sexier multiple times, he sucks at writing it): 5/10

internal world has consistency (characters have backgrounds, feel rooted in a place with other people, generally feel like they have Lives): 3/10

Politics (how conservative is the story): 5/10

FULL RATING: 40/100 (if I can count….)

WELL. WE ENDED SEASON SIX ON A LOW AND WE'RE STARTING SEASON SEVEN ON A LOW

OBJECTIFICATION: Hey guess what Amy's job is now? she's a model, because why not. and that means that when they all get kidnapped she's conveniently dressed like a model for the whole episode

But guess what there's another woman in this episode, known as Souffle Girl for a lot of it (sigh) or "Oswin." and she drives a lot of the plot as well -- now what would a woman who's crashed on a planet and is (as far as the audience knows when she's introduced) hiding from the Daleks be wearing? why, a casually sexy short red dress of course

wonderful way to introduce someone who'll possibly be important later on in the story, maybe even a companion in the future or something, seems like a very character-based choice in this scifi narrative...

there's also a third woman in this, who broke out of a Dalek prison camp (why would the Daleks have that?) and has a tragic backstory about her daughter still being there, but has actually been infected with Dalek nanoprobes and is a Dalek sleeper agent in disguise and she is introduced... in sexy heels and a sort of leather gear look (I will never technically hate a bit of leather fetish gear, but M*ffat is so utterly swagless and heterosexual, and it's very obvious by the way this woman is designed and poorly written -- when you're breaking out of a prison camp and you're on the run and your priorities are getting a decent pair of sexy heels for your outfit)

PLOT-POINT: AMY! IS SAD YOU SEE! BECAUSE SHE CANNOT GIVE RORY CHILDREN (not "have children for herself" but Give Rory Children)! AND SO SHE PRETENDED NOT TO LOVE RORY ANYMORE IN BETWEEN SEASONS! FOR FUCKN! REASONS I GUESS! (no I know the reasons, the reasons were "we need to inject some Drama into these two because two people in a relationship isn't interesting enough" and "I don't know how to write a woman")

(jeez fucking adopt)

(this a few episodes after we had quite a sweet episode about the importance of accepting your non-biological kid....)

Amy is also a model now, as mentioned, because idk. we don't know what Amy likes or is passionate in or good at, because this hasn't been important, and will continue not to be important, because why would Amy's interests and abilities be important in a show about her character's life

now the other character, Oswin, does have some emotional stuff going on, it's kind of the linchpin of the story, and it's genuinely the best part of the episode in my opinion, but man. the "I'm now no good in this relationship and will never talk with you about things while we're married, because I cannot bear children" just overshadows everything

COMPLEXITY: so the Daleks need the Doctor to do something for them, and therefore kidnap him and the Ponds in order to do it. they kidnap them really easily, kind of undermines M*ffat's whole previous narrative about needing to breed some super-assassin or whatever in order to kill the Doctor, the Daleks could have done it in a heartbeat, but I guess things only matter insofar as this particular plot wants to get something done. who cares what happened before (no matter how stupid that previous plotline also was, it's kind of M*ffat's whole thesis for why River Song is so interesting and impressive)

ANYWAY they get kidnapped and the Daleks ask the Doctor to help them with something they can't do I guess? - disrupting a forcefield so they can destroy a planet that houses insane Daleks...

this is... getting stupider. I can accept Daleks so consumed by hatred that other Daleks can't manage them.... sort of... and I can accept that they've put them on a planet because they want to preserve Pure Hatred.... sort of..... but now they're just like "anyway, we'll destroy it now, and we need your help to do it, and you'll do it because these Daleks are so much worse than other Daleks, take our words on it"

so they go on the planet, and there's that woman at the centre and that mystery I find genuinely quite compelling -- how did she survive down there for so long?

the rest is just aesthetics to try and make those other Daleks more impressive, and Amy/Rory drama, and it's all needlessly convoluted for something quite simple that maybe also doesn't... quite work when you're looking past the curtain

CHARACTERS/LORE/PLOT: for something meant to do a lot, it does so little. the only really meaningful thing is that there's this person called Oswin and she's dead, but in the last scene she looks straight at the camera! what does it mean?! (watch and find out and it'll all come together at last, now where have I said that before -- ah yes, after every flipping M*ffat episode this era)

also Amy slaps Rory... twice... this is something that M*ffat loves to do that makes me immediately wince, and hearkens back to the numerous "jokes" that Rory is afraid of Amy and that she hits him...

AMY CANNOT HAVE CHILDREN! FOR RORY! AND HE'S ALWAYS WANTED CHILDREN! (has he?)

COMPANIONS MATTER: I mean are Amy and Rory still really companions? they feel so out of place in this episode, they might as well not be there at all

I guess Oswin is technically a form of future companion and she's important, but she's not a companion yet (or is she) (or is she another mystery in an enigma in a strange set of circumstances that are all about the Doctor.... KEEP WATCHING TO FIND OU- *M*ffat stabs me in the back*)

“GODLIKE” DOCTOR: not so muuuch, except for the part where I guess he's the only one who could possibly perform a relatively simple task (I mean, minus there being curaaaazy Daleks about, but still), and OH THERE'S THIS FUCKING ADDED BIT OF WEIRD (and I hope never to be repeated) LORE THAT THE DALEKS CALL THE DOCTOR "THE PREDATOR"

someone needs to do a stupid edit with eleven's baby fave on a predator's body running after some screaming Daleks

also there's this shot of an explosion that the Doctor causes (killing a bunch of Daleks Interrupted) and Amy is fainting because she's being infected by nanoprobes, so the Doctor is walking dramatically from the explosion with her attractively limp body in his arms

AH I ALSO FORGOT, there's this bit where the Daleks are like well the reason we keep the truly fucked up Daleks around is because we find their hatred so beautiful, and the Doctor answers something to the effect of how just when he thought he couldn't be more disgusted with them, they find a way to outdo themselves

and the Dalek says that the Doctor would make a great Dalek, because he hates so much, and it's like. on the surface this reflects the s1 episode with Nine. except that episode is a whole build-up, a whole Arc, a bunch of things that culminate in a beautiful scene. it's not just thrown out there to make the Doctor edgier and otherwise not important

PREVIOUS DOCTOR WHO: I know there's a bunch of Dalek designs in this one that are loyal to Classic designs of Daleks from various episodes/arcs, but also it's giving me surface/in service of all kinds of new shit that M*ffat wants to add to Dalek lore (that if I'm remembering correctly doesn't really matter in the long run)

eh, call me pedantic, but if you're rewriting a bunch of lore and inserting old designs in favour of that new lore, it better be good and this... does not impress

“SEXINESS”: there's some dumb shit that I think immediately makes Oswin the potential future companion (who is dead, but maybe not hmm) into another M*ffat quip machine rather than a character

Oswin: Is there a word for total screaming genius that sounds modest and a tiny bit sexy The Doctor: Doctor, they call me The Doctor Oswin: I see what you did there

all of these lines spoken in the rapid speed of when you're rehearsing lines and need to get used to them, or the way that a bunch of directors mistakenly thought made things wittier during a certain point in time, but just made you feel like they were rushing through something that they knew sounded stupid

Oswin also gets this bit where she's trying to help Rory hide by giving him directions over a mic and she mentions her first kiss was some guy, and then she says: Actually her name was Nina. I was going through a phase. Just flirting to keep you cheerful

we'll leave it at that

INTERNAL WORLD: I'm not a fan of the Dalek Asylum as concept, in case you couldn't tell. I think there's numerous conceptual pitfalls and that it's totally irrelevant anyway, because it gets blown up at the end

it's also just kind of boring on the inside after all that build-up. what do Gone Girl Daleks do inside the super scary prison they're in? nothing much. just vibin'. actually scratch that, that's great, I wish they'd been chilling more

POLITICS: in the absence of anything overtly/deliberately political, we ask several things: is Oswin just going to be a mashup of Amy and River Song? Why women are written Like That? does it make sense that there are Mad Daleks, rather than just idealism schism as is how these things have been portrayed before? and if so, why is Madness something M*ffat is interested in and how does he tend to portray it? has M*ffat ever written more than one draft? (that's not political

FULL RATING: 40/100 (if I can count….)

lookat that, it's higher than The Husbands Of River Song (I damn with faint praise)

okay good stuff... genuinely the final conflict with Oswin, I like it, I do

the bad stuff: listen let's not linger on the incredibly sexist writing of Amy Pond any longer (until next episode, we'll see), let's not question why M*ffat writes the dynamic between Amy/Rory differently to most every other writer during his run, let's not question such silly concepts as Dalek internal politics, let's just ask why -- with so much flash and grandstanding -- are so many M*ffat episodes in this era so boring?

*deep breath* and so we begin s7

with mostly nothing

#im watching nu!who #im watching eleven who #asylum of the daleks #the measurement

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tiredela · 1 year

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Congratulations! You've been given the opportunity to create a brand new NPC for vanilla Skyrim, completely with vanilla bugs.

Who would this person be? How did they get to Skyrim? What are some funny things they might say in passing? Would they be a follower -- and if so, how would they fight? If not, why? and are they safe? Feel free to elaborate and answer unasked questions about this critter. (: This can be related to your fic(s) and/or existing OCs or completely separate just for fun.

I wasn't tagged by anyone, but this looks like fun, so I'm doing it anyways :')

Her name is Invidiosa Maledictio, and she is just a normal Imperial mage doing normal Imperial mage things. Really. She lives in a modest shack near Ivarstead, and can be found outside during the day tending her chickens and her small garden (she lives self-sufficiently), but you can't sell her her own produce. In the late afternoon/evening, she goes back inside, where she sits and eats in front of a huge bookcase, occasionally casting candlelight or a low-level healing spell. At around 10 pm she goes down into her Top Secret basement that is conveniently hidden behind a chest, but you can't access it, as it requires a key, which for some reason can't be pickpocketed from her. She only sleeps for three hours every night.

If you talk to Invidiosa, you will learn that she has a deep grudge against one particular imperial soldier, but she never tells you their name, nor what they did to her. She asks you to kill them and bring back their skull as prove. From then on, every dead Imperial will have a skull in their inventory, but the quest will only update once you find the *right* skull. This may take some time, as the *right* Imperial will only spawn as a random encounter somewhere in the Reach. She will give you 5000 gold for bringing back the *right* skull. While this quest is active, if you give her any other skull, she will just say that it isn't the *right* one, but will still gladly accept it and give you 200 gold per skull. When you finish her quest, Invidiosa becomes a follower and a potential marriage candidate, and she will even unlock her basement for you! She also still accepts skulls, and will give you a neat 300 gold each.

If you decide to check out her basement, you will see that it consists of two rooms. In the first room, you'll find an arcane enchanter and an alchemy lab, as well as different ingredients, potions, and soul gems that you can take for free and use to create powerful gear and potions! This is also where she spends most of her time when she's in her basement during the night. In the next room, you'll find- oh. Oh. Huh. So this is where she stashes all the skulls you gave her. Interesting. Depending on how many skulls you brought her, this room may have more or less skulls, but taking a skull from there is considered stealing. If Invidiosa is with you in her basement, she will just say that "you shouldn't worry about these" and that "you two are friends now, and friends have each other's backs, right?". If you decide that you don't like this and you don't want to be friends with a skull-hoarder, and you subsequently attack her, be prepared for a tough fight, as she will unleash her high-level conjuration and destruction spells on you. Once she's out of magicka, you might think that you're safe because she only uses her fists to fight, but then you realize that she wears gloves with a glitched fortify unarmed damage enchantment, and she pretty much insta-kills you.

As a follower, Invidiosa will comment on pretty much every location you go to. She will feel the most comfortable in caves as well as crypts, where she will ask you if "you've found any skulls yet?" to "expand her collection". However, she absolutely hates Solitude and wants to stay far, far away from it, implying that there's someone else there she has a grudge against. She will also be reluctant to go to the College of Winterhold with you. Invidiosa has three idle lines that she likes to say over and over again when she's not in combat ("I heard there's a crypt not far from here. Let's check it out!", "You're the only one I can trust, and I'm glad to have you by my side" and "If you're dead, can I have your skull? I'd get a nice pedestal and decorate it with flowers..."). Speaking of combat, for some reason, her enchanted gloves suddenly un-glitch, which means that she (sadly) isn't able to insta-kill enemies with her fists. However, if you decide to attack her and she leaves your service, her gloves will once again glitch. You can't kill her because she's essential for some reason (likely a left-over from a cut quest).

As a spouse, Invidiosa will lose almost all of her individuality like any other spouse. She will still have preferences for where you two decide to live; she will absolutely hate Solitude with a burning passion and will ask you to move out anytime you talk to her (this is her only line), but will love any of the Hearthfire homes. She can be found at the alchemy lab or arcane enchanter if you have them in your home. Otherwise, she will just stand or sit around all day. She also sleeps more than three hours now.

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i don't think i'll tag anyone, just do it if you really want to 💪

#this was inspired by my horrible addiction to skull-hoarding #(in-game)#tes #tesblr #skyrim #oc: invidiosa maledictio #i've litterally just created her for this lol #but now i kinda want to play her?#maybe expand her backstory a little bit #tag game #is it still a tag game if no-one tagged you? ehh whatever #tiredeltalks #(also i apologize for any grammatical errors english is not my first language!)

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Char. N Harmonia

Syn. What if Zoroark N just wanted to be your little puppy?

wordc. 1.6k

content. 18+, puppyplay, collaring, kink education, first time, trans N

You were just some trainer that bumped into him by accident. A guy digging through your trash like it was normal and natural, with this strange upright air about him that made you second guess if what he was doing was even bad at all. He was also very cute. You, unwisely, decided to feed him then, bringing out some microwaved chicken-noodle soup you weren't going to eat anyhow and watching him dig in.

From there he just kept visiting you because you just kept giving him free food. "N" wasn't exactly a nuisance, though, and you kind of liked his strange demeanor and his tendency to infodump about whatever was on his mind that day. You even started inviting him into your house on rainier days, and it took a while to convince him that he wouldn't be overstepping your boundaries (Like going through your trash wasn't overstepping one already).

You got to know each other, and one unfortunate day you accidentally left out some kink gear.

"Um..." He picked up the collar, expression confused, a bit upset. "I didn't know you leash your Pokémon..."

You blinked at him. It was a convenient out, but you wanted to tell him the truth. "It's not for Pokémon," You explained. "It's a kink toy for people. Kink is...certain sexual and nonsexual activity." You took it from him, a bit sheepishly. "Sorry."

He looked at you with his owlish eyes. "That's reasurring," He said. "Leashing is even more restrictive than Pokéballs. But you say it's for people..." He raised his eyebrows. "Do you wear it? Why?"

"I don't," This was going beyond what you wanted to talk about with him, really. You didn't want to creep him out. When he got curious, though, he pursued it to the end, regardless of how comfortable you were with the line of questioning. "Not all the time, anyway. Everyone has their own reasons."

"What are some examples?" He was full-throttle now. You sighed, relinquishing yourself to educating your platonic friend on kink.

After hours of discussion and research on the internet that he didn't so much as flush from - you were sure he viewed it in purely a clinical way - N Harmonia left your home with a new and deeper understanding of relationships in general.

A week later, N came to your house in a collar.

"N!"

He had a light dusting of pink across his cheeks. "Can I come in?"

On your couch, he rushed through the story of his past week of even more "research" you were sure was just him exploring his newly-awakened sexuality. "I've never known anything like this before," He said. "I figured - if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to explore it with someonemoreexperienced?" Cringing, he blushed more.

"..." You thanked Arceus for his mercy. "Yes."

"Okay, thank you," His head bobbed in a nod. "Can you k-kiss me?"

As if you'd ever refuse. You leaned in, and N leaned away, blurted an apology, and rushed in toward you. Before your teeth could collide in an ugly way you grasped the back of his head - against your lips, he let out a whine like you pulled it from him.

"O-oh," He whispered, eyes wide. "Uh. I didn't expect that."

The urge to fuck him silly nearly overpowered you. Nearly. "That good?"

His eyes widened, and he rushed to cover the top of his head with his hands but it didn't do a very good job. What were definitely two Pokémon-like ears twitched on the top of his head. "Um," you said. "Wanna talk about...this?"

"No," He said firmly. Mouth twisted into a new frown, he continued, "...At least, not right now. I'd much rather...get back to what we were doing."

"Fair enough." You went in before he could think and kissed him. A still moment passed where he didn't react, but he quickly returned to earth and returned the kiss with fervor. He wasn't at all skilled, but your experience made for a good guide, and he went along with you without trouble.

"I-" He panted, much more winded than you. His hands gripped your shoulders. You thought his new ears reminded you of quite a few fox-like Pokémon - especially that Zoroark you'd occasionally seen him with. "I'd like to try - I learned people call each other special names sometimes-"

"Do you want me to call you Puppy?" You asked. He shuddered bodily, head dropping to hide a sudden blush.

"Yes."

"Y'know," You lifted his head with a finger under his chin, watching his irises blow wide. "I wonder what other kinks we share. Wanna find out, Puppy?"

With a gulp, he nodded. You smirked.

First order of business, the collar. You hadn't forgotten it. "Where'd you get this from?" You asked, running a finger along the buckle. "I thought you said they were restrictive."

"I-" He couldn't control his speech very well anymore, and you loved how you got to him. "I...like that...I have a few psychological theories as to why, firstly-"

You pressed a finger to his lips, and he stopped. "Later," you said. "Now, all you need to say is that it makes you feel good. That's true, isn't it?"

He nodded. Gently, you reached three fingers under its band; good. "How much petplay do you want?" You purred. "Do you want commands?"

Again, he nodded, haltingly. "When they - in the videos, when they - it's strange," He murmured. "I don't feel the same way about trainers commanding Pokémon, but when they - tell someone to do something, and they do it, almost like a reflex, I..."

"Oh, that's what you want?" You tilted your head. His ears twitched in an odd pattern. You decided to make a mental note of his tells.

"Yes."

"Well, Puppy," He tensed again. Something flicked behind him - a tail, you saw, a small burst of one, like a Zorua's. To respect his boundaries or to know what you're getting into? Well, whatever he was, he was N. "Lay down for me."

He obeyed immediately, with an eagerness hard to hide. He didn't have an erection; you ran a curious hand over his groin and discovered the mound of a pussy. Testingly, you pressed into where his clit would be and watched him gasp audibly, head thrown back. His legs shuttered in around you.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" You asked, gently teasing at him. He shook his head, eyes screwed shut, back curving deliciously.

"I-it f-felt forbidd - ah-" He thrashed, a particularly hard press from you shooting a lightning bolt of sensation through him. "Oh, Arceus, help m-me-"

Through his pants you rubbed at him, wringing all sorts of pretty sounds from his loose lips. "Hips up, Puppy." Again he obeyed, and you gingerly pulled his pants and underwear from him. You felt pride at the shine of slick on the inside of his clothes. His eyes were glazed over, utterly blissed out and he hadn't even cum yet - as far as you knew.

He whined at you finally touching him skin-on-skin, taking your hand with long fingers and weakly holding your hand close, rolling his hips into your touch desperately. "M-more," He whimpered. "Don't stop, please, please, do it to me..."

You hushed him, slipping your fingers between his folds. "I'm here for you," You assured him. He moaned in response, face flushing an even deeper red.

Gently you pleasured him, slipping a single finger into his entrance and grazing a thumb over his clit - full hard circles and thrusts would overwhelm him, so you kept it simple and easy. He made how much he was enjoying it obvious. "K-kiss?" He asked, eyes welling with tears. You indulged him, and he sighed happily against your lips.

You wanted pleasing, yourself, but this wasn't about you. "Now Puppy, turn over and put your arms on the couch arm," You instructed. "Keep your butt up and out. There you go..."

You traced a finger down the elegant curve of his back, taking satisfaction in how he shuddered from your touch. His tail stood at stiff attention; you ran fingers through it, scratching, and N collapsed onto his arms, letting out a high keen. "Don't get this often?" You asked. He only moaned. It seems his entire body was alight, every cell waiting for contact.

You ran your hand over his ass, and reacquainted your fingers with his pussy. Now you were a bit rougher, a bit faster; you wanted him to cum.

He hid his face in the arm of the couch, cries swallowed by upholstery. "Puppy, bark," You commanded. "Loud and clear, I want to hear you."

"Yip!" He choked, gasping. "Y-yip! Y-!" Ears pulled back, tail pulled flush down, he groaned, pushing back onto your hand. Slick spilled from him, making your soft rubs a hot, sticky glide. "Yip! Yiiihhh..."

He pushed harder against you, and you pressed on his little joy button; a few moments more and his jaw fell in a silent cry as his first orgasm hit, body seizing up. His little pussy fluttered around your hand, spasming out a squirt, and loud sobs tore from his throat. You guided him down from his high, coaxing the pleasure out, peppering his neck and collarbone with kisses.

He fell limp, groaning. You ran playful fingers from your clean hand through his hair. "How was it?" You asked.

"Too much," He frowned. "I think I'll die if we do that again." A moment passed, and he looked away as he asked, "C-can we?"

"Any time," You said, smiling. "I've been looking for a good puppy for a long time, and I think you're just about perfect."

Flushing, N hid his face with a cry. You laughed and kissed his cheek.

#bottom n harmonia #n harmonia smut #n harmonia x reader #x reader smut #v ; writings

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