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[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: Lingerie Essentials Every Women Should Own

Simple everyday bra and underwear sets in black and nude that match your skin tone: Think of items like a lined bra and seamless thong/bikini panty set. My favorites are the SKIMS Fits Everybody Push-Up Bra paired with the matching Fits Everybody Thong and the Natori Feathers bra paired with the Natori French Cut Briefs.

Sexy yet practical bra and underwear sets: Sexier options you can still wear every day and look good under your clothes. Consider an all-lace or animal print bra with coordinating all-lace or sheer underwear – love the bra options from Chantelle, Natori, Cosabella, and Simone Perele (these are pricey, so I look for them on sale) paired with Natori or Cosabella underwear. My favorite styles are the Natori Push-Up bras (I'm super flat-chested, so I need it for my clothes to fit properly, lol – otherwise the Natori Flora Contour Underwire Bra is stunning) with the Cosabella Never Say Never Comfie Thong & Natori Bliss Allure Lace Full Brief.

Ultra-sexy bra and underwear sets: Less so for clothes, more for yourself or for show. I love Fleur Du Mal for these bra/underwear lingerie sets.

Strapless bra: Natori Feather Strapless Bra. Thank me later!!

Lace bralette: Something comfortable that still feels a bit sexy. I love the options from Journelle, Cosabella, and Natori.

Satin/silk robe: To wear after the shower or around the house. Lilysilk, Victoria's Secret, Cosabella, and Fleur Du Mal have great options.

A quality pair of black tights: I love HUE and Wolford! The control top ones always feel the best for me, personally.

Sheer black thigh-highs with lace-stay-up detailing: Natori Feather range ftw yet again!

Sheer black tights with or without back seam detailing: Hue and Wolford, always!

Simple bodysuit/shapewear bodysuit: The SKIMS ones are great.

Elevated shapewear bodysuit (in a fabric like satin, lace, or vegan leather): I love the Spanx Shaping Satin Thong Bodysuit and the Commando Faux Leather bodysuit – perfect to wear with a pair of jeans and a blazer.

High-waisted sculpting underwear: SKIMS Seamless Sculpt is my favorite (runs on the smaller side!)

Satin slip dress: Can be worn at home or with a blazer/leather jacket for a night out.

Fully lace or lace trim slip dress: If wearing it alone could run someone's life, you're doing it right. Love the one from Cosabella. If you want to wear it out, try a vegan leather bralette, an opaque black brief, and lace or sheer black tights for a "naked" dress look or black pants/denim for a night-out look. Otherwise, save this one to feel sexy while relaxing at home or to wow a partner any night of the week. If you want some ultra-glamorous options, I suggest checking out Oséree but their items are $$$$ as a fair warning.

Satin/silk cami & shorts or pants set: For some equally comfortable and sexy loungewear or pajama options. I love styles with lace trim for that added feminine touch.

[swifty-fox]

Bikeriders Au wip:

Peanut shells and sawdust crackle under Bucky’s boots, the bar littered with a mixture of both and filled like a cattle barn with stinking men and their overly-perfumed girls. It was 1968, hair was long, drugs were plentiful, and elsewhere the peacock revolution was in full swing. Not here, however, where leather and denim appeared so common they might as well have been wearing regulation greens. Color was regulated to bandanas, patches and the brightly manicured nails of the women perched on tables and laps. They tittered and laughed like birds, of the more squawking parrot pedigree than of the refined songbird variety, both in flashiness and variety. They lined up on the bartop like it was a tropical branch, spreading their wings and calling to each other and their dimmer-paletted fellas in turn. It’s just beginning to chill at night in Indiana, so most have opted to smoke inside, giving everything a hazy soft quality to it.

John lifts up his camera and snaps a picture, capturing their open mouths and flailing limbs in a hazy quality as they move just a tad to long for the slow exposure. He won’t know this for sure until later, of course, but like anything else he set his mind to, John was damn good at what he did. 

The subjects of his photo don’t notice, used to now as they were at his careful documentation.

A piercing whistle splits the laughter and music easily and John looks over to see Curt lounging two legs off the ground in a chair, waving him over. The man’s face was split in his familiar Tomcat grin and the sleeveless denim jacket hung open and too big over his skinny frame.

“Bucky! Over here!” His accent was loud and obvious, the heavy New York slur standing out amidst the quieter Midwest drawls around him.

Slipping through the crowd with practiced ease he claims the chair to Curt's left, nestling between Ken and Curt with Everett and his girl at the other end of the wobbly table. Accepts the offered beer and weathering the enthusiastic clapping of Curt’s hand at the back of his neck. Under the table, carefully shielded by Ev and Helen’s legs, Ken has his ankle hooked around Curt’s. 

“You’re late,” Curt crows reproachfully. But he always crowed, or shouted, or otherwise spoke as high of a volume as he could.

me: this is a smutfic me: have a Curt Scene with Curt/Ken

[evangelinesbible]

MY STYLE ICONS AS MY PLACEMENTS

TAURUS VENUS/TAURUS MC/ VIRGO RISING

CHER/ DIONE “CLUELESS”

FRAN FINE “THE NANNY”

All three of these ladies are known for their impeccable style. Cher being more innocent and wearing more modest clothes, Dione being a little less innocent and wearing more bold styles and Fran being the queen of wearing more grown and flashy clothing but still making them appear classy. All three I like to embrace. Their outfits never look uncomfortable or something they force themselves to wear for the sake of beauty, they know what accentuates them well and they wear accordantly. Their outfits are planned out and are usually matchy. Even their more laid back styles are still feminine and fashionable. All three are also known for wearing either, blouses, pencil skirts, pleated skirts collard shirts, tights/high knee socks, layers, matching sets, vest, pumps, and monochrome outfits.

VIRGO RISING/ VIRGO JUPITER 1H

CLEO DE NILE “MONSTER HIGH”

She rules her school for a reason. Cleo is known for wearing mostly gold and teal (and I’ve never met a Virgo placement that doesn’t look good in gold) she expects perfection in everything she wears because she cares deeply about how she looks. I mean she is a royal and just like Leo placements Virgo placements also carry very regal qualities to them. Out of all the monster high girlies I always gravitated more to her because of her style and for the fact that I love gold. I think I only own one pair of silver earrings. Shoot even my prom dress was gold. When I feel like embracing Cleo I’ll try to wear gold jewelry, wear purple eyeshadow (which is also a regal color and a color I associate with Virgo), teal and black pieces, form fitting outfits, platform wedges asymmetrical/subversive clothes and big earrings that makes me stand out

SAGITTARIUS MOON/ 10H LILITH

AALIYAH AKA “PRINCESS OF RNB”

MICHIKO “ FINDING PARASIDO”

(Fun fact Michikos character design is based off of Aaliyah)

The free spirited women in my life. Their style is everything to me and lately the style I’ve been rocking (but that’s mostly because of work lol) Aaliyah was mostly known as a tomboy unlike Michiko who wore more skimpy/edgier outfits. But both are incredibly sexy in either styles. Sagittarius moons tend to be very free spirited and Aaliyahs personal style was very much that. 10H Lilith’s tend to be very villainized, for appearing sexy or embracing their sexuality and just like Michiko they DGAF! She will wear anything she wants and not apologize for it. Both women were naturally confident in their style. Baggy jeans, fitted cropped tops, bandanas, low cut/ strapless tops, vintage shades, varsity/leather/jean jackets, smokey makeup, oversized overalls, jumpsuits, and boots are what they both kill at and what I kill at as well ;)

Who’s your style icon? 💋

-⚜️💫⚜️

[saltsicklover]

Part Two

Here is part two! How are we liking it so far? I have so many feelings about asshole Bob and I needed them out in the world! I hope you enjoy!!

Title: Once an Asshole, Always an Asshole

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2800+

Rating: R

Warnings: Smoking, Rude Bob, Drinking, mentions of sex, betting/gambling (all fun and games), swearing.

Second Chance Romance!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bob Floyd, or anything related to Top Gun Maverick within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.

I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.

You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that may contain mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.

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During Senior year of high school, Bob was what one would've described as a big fish in a little pond. Good looking, a captain of the varsity level swim team, and came from a stable family outside of the ranching community that was so popular in Montana. His father owned portions of a large fracking business, which meant Bob's family had money; the Floyd's have always been a very wealthy family in Florence, hell, in Montana, everyone knew it too. 

He was always clade in his letterman jacket, the leather and felt adorned with pins and patches from his many accomplishments both in and out of the pool. On the left side was his athletic letter, the large felt patch covered in bars to represent the amount of hours he put into practice. Each bar the equivalent of another letter earned. 

On his right side was an academic letter, reverse colors from the first, designating his academic achievements. More pins littered themselves around the front, patches up and down each sleeve. Each patch had a date and a swim style on the top, as well as the time for completion on the bottom. 

 "Robert" Was embroidered above the left pocket while his graduation year was embroidered above the right. Floyd was done up in beautiful, scrawling letters that crossed over the expanse of his shoulders, his school logo large and detailed below. 

The jacket itself was a work of art, the older woman at the embroidery shop said it herself. After all, after each new achievement, he brought the jacket into her for upkeep and to sew the new patches into place. She liked to joke that he kept her from retirement with all of the awards he was winning. 

The rich smell of tobacco clung to the fabric of the jacket, the scent wafting from it every time Bob walked past. The tobacco was quality, the smell of cherries and smoke alone making girls weak at the knees. 

Duchenne hated that jacket almost as much as she hated the man who wore it. She hated his perfect hair and the shy smile he always seemed to give teachers, even though he was one of the biggest players in the school. Between him and his buddies, they had slept with half of the girls in the school, grade level and experience be damned. Hell, emotions be damned, Robert Floyd and his buddies left more broken hearts in their wake than anyone she had ever seen. 

The women's bathrooms were littered with magic marker on the stalls, warning of Bob Floyd and his ragtag swim team. How they would love you and leave you, the same old story as the years before. The swim team always seemed to be the hub for the worst of the worst boys, but Bob brought a new level of assholery. 

"Hey there, Douche," Bob smiled, his eyes glittering with something less than friendly. He held his cowboy hat in his hand, arms crossed over his chest. A Cigarillo's tucked behind his ear, there's always one there, ready for Bob to smoke it at any given time. 

"It's Duchenne and you know it," She seethed at him, biting back her raising tone. One of his buddies, Gene, bumps her in the shoulder with his. 

"We all know that's just a nickname, and I think Douche actually fits you better," Bob shrugs, pulling his backpack further up on his shoulder as his eyes wander over her frame. "Tell me something," He grins down at her, eyebrows raised in anticipation, "Do you always dress so uhh..." He waves his hand up and down in front of her, like he is trying to come up with the words. 

"Hand-me-down drab?" His other friend, Johnny, finishes for him, quirking an eyebrow. 

"Yes, John, exactly, hand-me-down drab." Bob nods, pleased with the description. 

Duchenne can't help but look down at her jeans, the cuffs caked in a thin layer of mud, before dragging her eyes over the sleeves of her shirt. A long sleeve white shirt is covered with a faded tee-shirt that once belonged to her older brother. She can't help but try and brush back the hair from her face, but the hair falls in front of her eyes again. The haircut she had asked for looked less chic and more like a bowl cut. She was thankful in that moment to have shoved her glasses into her bag before leaving her last class.

"I am here to get my degree, not to put on a fashion show for the likes of you, Bertie." She stands her ground, her voice only wavering a bit at the end. He shakes his head at the nickname, trying not to let it get to him. He has always hated that nickname and the way it seems to crawl just under his skin. He shivers. She is proud of herself and tries not to let it show of her face. "Unlike you lot, I plan on moving out of this town after graduation instead of being stuck here for the rest of my life."

The boys laugh at her, each thinking about their own plans after graduation. Johnny is all set to take over the family business at the mortuary and Gene has plans on taking the autobody courses down at the community college.  

Bob wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he thinks he is the only one with any real plan after graduation. He's already been accepted to a 'fancy' out of statue university in order to get a mathematics degree so he can enter the Navy as an officer. He wants to be an aviator, he wants to make a difference, but the last thing he would do is let that thought slip out. But hell, he for sure knew that he wasn't going to get himself stuck in Montana like the rest of his family had- hell, like most everyone's families had. 

"And what exactly do you plan on doing out in the big bad world, huh?" Bob teases her, inching a bit closer with each word. 

He doesn't like that he is mean, though he wouldn't say that to anyone either. He found out early on, during the first semester of Freshman year, that the only way he was going to make it through was to establish himself as a bully before he himself could be bullied. The swim team took him in first because he was good. He swam fast and had good form, overall he started as a means to an end; get the team to nationals. Soon after that, he began acquiring more awards than he could count and the meanness was so far under his skin it came out in habit. 

She did not shrink as he stalked towards her- she had never been afraid of Bob. Hell, she even harbored a crush for him when they first started high school, but as the time went on, that crush grew into hatred and loathing for his presence and the man he became. 

"I am going to be a writer," Duchenne's words are a matter of fact. The boys just laugh at her, not entertaining her thoughts anymore than that. She could feel the pinprick of tears forming in her eyes, but did her best to blink them away as they turned to saunter down the hallway. 

"Fucking assholes," Is all she can mutter. With a swift wipe of the stay tear that has found it's way down her face, she turns and heads to class herself. She fails to shake the smokey cherry scent from her mind. 

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"Somebody order the expensive shit, we are celebrating tonight!" Natasha shouts, her body basically hurdling towards the men at the pool table. Hangman is bent over the table, lining up a shot for a center pocket. As Phoenix comes barreling around the table, her hip catches the back of his cue, dismantling his whole shot and earning her a stern glair from the blond. 

She makes it over to Bob, sliding haphazardly onto the stool next to him. Their shoulders bump and he laughs a bit, but Natasha misses it, her nose glued to her phone. 

"What's got you all excited?" Rooster questions her, wiping foam off of his mustache. 

"Sunny is why I am so goddamn excited!" She shouts, earning her looks from each member of their team as well as other patrons that have found themselves sitting near the Dagger Squad. 

"What's up with Sunny?" Bob asks, excitement behind his eyes that's shrouded by furrowed brows. 

"Who's Sunny?" Payback questions, taking his shot at the pool table. 

"She is my best friend! And also my digital pen-pal! I just got an email from her and she said she is coming out to San Diego for work but is taking vacation after her business trip is done! She wants to finally meet!" Phoenix spills, tracing her eyes over the email for the fifth time since she got off work a half hour ago. 

"Wait- you've never met this woman?" Hangman questions her with a tilt of his well groomed head. 

"Nope, never met her! Never even seen a picture. We agreed to that when we first started writing each other and I guess after all of this time we never really thought to change the agreement," Nat shrugs, turning her attention to the beer Fanboy holds out for her. 

"How long have you been writing each other?" Rooster throws out a question. 

"Ten years, almost eleven maybe?"

"Ten years?!" The group erupts. 

"Yeah. Started when I was twenty two, she was eighteen. It was the idea of the MFLAC counselor at the time, and I it was unconventional, but I got drunk one night after a grueling week during flight school and ended up on that dumb website. A drunk email later that I barely remember sending later, and here we are!" She throws her arms up ceremoniously. 

Bob can't help but laugh to himself. He knows all about Sunny. The pen-pal topic was one of the first really deep conversations Bob and Natasha shared. She was hesitant to share the knowledge of her best friend with her back seater, but she knew that if anyone were going to understand the situation, it would be Bob. 

By the time Bob zones back into the conversation, Natasha's attention is square on him, a big smile plastered to her face. 

"What is it? Do I have something on my face?" Bob's hand comes up to wipe at his lips. 

"Oh my God, Bob!" She swats his arm gently, "I thought you were always tuned in but I guess not," She laughs, "I said, I hope it's okay with you that I already told Sunny she could use our guestroom for the couple weeks she will be in town. I am going to take some of my leave days while she is here," 

"Oh! Yeah, definitely. Sunny is welcome anytime!" 

"Good, because she will be here next week, Wednesday. Her work thing in Monday and Tuesday, but then she will be all mine!" Phoenix practically giggles. 

"Are we going to take bets on if she is hot?" Rooster asks, his cheeks a bit red, more out of worry that Phoenix will slap him than of the words themselves. 

"Oh, we are definitely taking bets on if Phoenix's mystery best friend is hot!" Hangman said, taking out his wallet. 

Almost everyone bet on whether or not Sunny would be attractive. Bradley, Jake, Javy and Natasha herself bet that she would be, while Mickey, Callie, and Reuben voted against. Yale and Harvard wanted to vote but lost their cash at a poker game and couldn't pay in, but they voted 'yes' and 'no' respectively. Fritz and Omaha each got tasked with holding half of the bets, leaving them unable to make a bet of their own. Bob was the only one who didn't vote. Hell, he didn't need to. He knew from the way Phoenix talks about Sunny that she was going to be absolute breathtaking. 

He didn't need to know what she looked like; he knew from every little detail that Nat shared with him, and some that he read over her shoulder, that she was going to be his definition of perfection. 

Sunny was well read, well spoken, and had so many ideas about the world it made his head spin. He hung off of ever detail Nat would tell him, usually over breakfast, before they headed into work that morning. 

She always got the emails early in the morning, since Sunny was somewhere a time zone or two away. He wasn't actually sure where she lived, or where she was from. He made a note to ask Nat later. Bob loved to hear about the adventures of Sunny and the things she was up to in her world. She would write to Nat about her bad dates and the meetings that she often got stuck in that could have just been emails. She laments about her inability to find love and her hopes and dreams for the future. Sunny even shares stories from her past. Each little piece he gets makes him feel like he already knows her. 

As the night goes on, the liquor flows, specifically the good stuff that Nat ordered to celebrate the news. Half of the team left an hour ago before things really started picking up, and now Bradley, Jake, Javy, Natasha and Bob are slotted on stools, taking shots and talking about their worst memories from high school.

"I swear to god, I had no idea that she was the daughter of the district's super intendent!" Javy holds his hands up in defense, tears of laughter pouring down his face. "IF I would've know that, I most definitely would not have TP'd their house the same day I asked her to Homecoming!" 

The group laughs at their friend's expense before Hangman pipes up, "I remember Homecoming! All of the girls came to school with those giant, ridiculous, mums they wore around their necks!" The team looks at him like he has two heads. 

"You know, the big flower things that they decorated with streamers and all that crap? It was kinda like a pissing contest for the family's who had money, but I also think it was to keep dates from getting handsy. Afterall, who could cop a feel with all of that in the way?"  The team make mixed sounds of amusement and understanding, but Jake just shakes his head and waves his hand, muttering a 'you have no idea' into his beer. 

"My date and I were given condoms by my Mom before we left for Junior Prom," Bradley runs a hand over the back of his neck, a flush of color blooming over his skin. The men erupt in big booming laughs as Nat just looks at him with a wide smile. She has heard stories about his Mom and Dad and knows just how much they loved their son; she also knows that is exactly something that would happen to Rooster. 

"Did you use them?" Hangman manages to ask between fits of giggles. 

"Of course we did!" Rooster says the words a little more confidently than intended, making the validity of his statement round off into a question. 

"What about you Bob?" Javy questions, leaning in. 

"I uhh, I didn't really do school functions," It was a lie, he absolutely did, and he remembers Senior prom as one of the best and words days of his life. It was all so good, perfect really, until it all came crashing down, and it was his fault. 

The Daggers tease him a bit before deciding to call it a night. They stumble out to the parking lot, each waiting on some sort of ride service. Bob follows his drunken friends out of the Hard Deck, swinging his keys around his finger. He unlocks his truck and Natasha climbs clumsily into the passenger seat. 

When Bob pulls himself into the drivers seat, she mumbles something about being thankful that he didn't drink often, while she fought with her seatbelt. Once she finally gets it clicked in, Bob is backing up, ready for the night to be over so that he can stop thinking about the damn Senior Prom. 

By the time they hit the main drag, Natasha has turned to him with a goofy smile on her face. "So, tell me Bob, how was your Prom?" Her words come out giggly and slurred, and in that moment he hated that she could read him so easily. A blush bit at his ears as he let out a heavy sigh. 

"It was the best and worst night of my adolescence," He finally admits, throwing on a blinker to switch lanes. 

"Go on," She waves her hand for him to continue, rolling the window down with the other.

"I remember it like it was yesterday," He begins to explain, letting the memory wash over him like water that is just a touch too hot to be comfortable.

[tackfield]

Stylish and Timeless: Leather Shirts for Women

In the realm of fashion, certain pieces stand out not only for their aesthetic appeal but also for their timeless elegance and versatility. Among these, leather shirts for women hold a special place. Combining the classic appeal of leather with the comfort and style of a shirt, these garments effortlessly blend sophistication with modern trends.

The Allure of Leather

Leather has always been synonymous with luxury and durability. Its ability to mold to the body over time, creating a personalized fit, is unmatched. Initially associated with outerwear like jackets and coats, leather has evolved to encompass a wide range of apparel, including shirts. The supple texture and rich hues of leather shirts add a touch of luxury to any wardrobe, making them a staple for fashion-forward individuals.

Versatility in Design

One of the most appealing aspects of leather shirts for women is their versatility in design. They come in various styles, ranging from classic button-downs to more contemporary designs with asymmetrical zippers or embellishments. Whether you prefer a sleek, fitted silhouette or a relaxed, oversized look, there's a leather shirt to suit every taste and occasion.

For casual outings, a leather shirt paired with jeans or leggings exudes effortless chic. It can elevate a simple outfit into a statement of style. On the other hand, a tailored leather shirt worn with trousers or a skirt creates a sophisticated ensemble suitable for professional settings or formal events. The adaptability of leather shirts makes them a go-to choice for both day-to-day wear and special occasions.

Comfort and Durability

Despite its luxurious appearance, leather shirts are surprisingly comfortable to wear. High-quality leather is soft and breathable, allowing for ease of movement without compromising on style. Moreover, leather is inherently durable and capable of lasting for years with proper care. Over time, it develops a unique patina that enhances its character, making each piece a testament to its wearer's journey.

Embracing Sustainable Fashion

In recent years, there has been a growing emphasis on sustainability in fashion. Leather, when sourced responsibly, aligns with these principles. Ethically sourced leather ensures that animals are treated humanely, and environmentally friendly production practices minimize the impact on the ecosystem. Choosing a leather shirt from reputable brands that prioritize sustainability allows consumers to make a conscious fashion statement while supporting ethical practices in the industry.

Pairing Leather Shirts with Accessories

Accessorizing leather shirts can further enhance their appeal. A classic leather shirt paired with delicate jewelry and a structured handbag exudes understated elegance. For a more casual look, layering with scarves or statement belts can add a touch of personality. Footwear choices also play a crucial role; from sleek ankle boots to casual sneakers, the versatility of leather shirts allows for endless styling possibilities.

Conclusion: A Wardrobe Essential

In conclusion, leather shirts for women are more than just a fashion statement; they are a symbol of sophistication and timeless style. Whether worn casually or dressed up for special occasions, their versatility and durability make them a valuable addition to any wardrobe. By choosing leather shirts crafted with quality and care, individuals not only elevate their personal style but also contribute to the promotion of sustainable and ethical fashion practices.

Embrace the allure of leather and discover how a leather shirt can effortlessly transform your wardrobe into a showcase of elegance and individuality. Explore the myriad styles available and find the perfect leather shirt that resonates with your personal sense of fashion. Let each piece tell its own story and become a cherished part of your journey through life and style.

[wunderschon-lieblich]

Fuck It I’m Not Done

Biker headcanons for the AC Women that torment my brain

@kassandras-one-braincell you’ve broken me with this tbh I'm in shambles (affectionate) OG post here also NSFW warning this is a no minors post (or at the very least stop at the warning gdi)

Soma is sophisticated and expensive. Not gonna say too much here since I went into more detail previously but~ Imagine vintage restored bikes that are shiny and perfect all lined up in a pristine garage space with polished tool boxes that are filled with all her necessities to work on them and keep them gleaming. Professionally photographed, framed posters of you posed with her bikes adorn the walls of the space. She even picked lingerie to match each bike!

She only really rides one or two of her collection regularly, the majority are mostly for show. I imagine she’d have a cruiser with a good passenger seat on the back so she can take you on long scenic rides to beautiful locations, and you can bet your ass she’d have it shipped overseas on your vacations so she can take you all over the world on it. Soma is all class and polish, so her riding gear would definitely reflect that. High quality leather and helmets with coms will keep the two of you safe, comfortable and connected on your rides. She would probably have matching riding suits custom made for the two of you. I could just see her doing that.

Kassandra as the cocky performance rider. She’d have pick up lines for days, all the innuendo about taking you for a ride and how she knows how to handle curves. She’d chat you up good, and land a date for that same weekend.

She’d show up with an extra helmet and jacket for you, and she’d make sure it was all properly adjusted. In the og post about this concept, it says that you kiss her right when the helmets come off. I agree, and I’d say that you want to kiss her the moment she slides the helmet onto you and starts doing up the chin straps. For anyone who’s never worn a motorcycle helmet, they don’t have a clip like one for a bicycle would, it’s a strap that gets looped through two d-rings, and it’s kinda tricky at first. So, imagine: gazing up at her while she’s looking all intently at you with those gorgeous dark eyes, her fingertips working the thin strap quickly and efficiently on muscle memory. When she’s done she puts her hands on either side of it to check that it’s snug on your head and looks into your eyes for a moment longer than necessary. It’s electric.

When you arrive and she takes hers off, you’re still kind of fumbling with the unfamiliar clasp. She notices and hooks a finger through the loop, giving it a quick tug to undo it and free you of the helmet, whole time she's got that sexy little smile on her face. She takes it off of you and sets it on the seat behind you, arms reaching around your body to do so. At that moment you’re looking up at her and she’s so close. You can’t stop yourself from leaning in and up on your toes to steal a kiss. She’s a little surprised but doesn’t falter about kissing you back. Her hands rest so naturally on your waist. It’s short and sweet and leaves you both giddy with butterflies.

Your first date with her would be something sweet and romantic like taking you to a fancy park or perhaps a botanical garden. You’d walk around holding hands for hours and she’d be all chuffed that you gave her a kiss upon arrival to the date location. It would make her feel so confident and bold, wrapping her arms around you and allowing the affection to flow naturally. I think she would feel nervous about it being too much too soon but you just lean into it and look at her with stars in your eyes and it shuts that doubt right up. Very much a uhaul lesbian relationship in this case you would just fall so completely for each other and be comfortable together immediately. First date lasting three days kind of love story.

Eivor does motocross competitively and is a big name in the game. She also does trail riding but it’s more for fun so not her focus. She’s definitely the most reckless rider of the bunch but takes protective precautions seriously, bc she knows that she loves to go fast, push limits and pull stunts. However, if anyone else is on the bike with her she’s much more cautious and safe with her driving. She'd def pop some wheelies with you on the back if you were ok with it.

In this au I think she’d have a modest but comfortable house pretty far out of town on a decent chunk of land. She’d have a practice track built in her backyard with a trail looping around the edge and through the woods of her property. She’d do laps every day to stay at the top of her game, and just to enjoy the ride.

Her garage would be well organized but not shiny and fancy like Soma’s. Hers is functional and well used, in a separate building from the main house. Very Dad's Garage vibes in there I think. She’d love working on her own bikes, but I think she’d leave her competition bike’s maintenance to her trusted pro mechanic Gunnar.

Now I mentioned in my last reblog how I imagine they’d all have pics of you on their motorcycles, and that they’d have very different vibes.

Soma and Kassandra would display them like a trophy. Not publicly, but up on the walls of their own spaces. Eivor? She’s possessive. She wouldn’t want to have a photographer ruining the intimacy of your photos no matter who it was.

(here's where it gets nsfw)

Eivor would ride the two of you out to a nice secluded part of her property. A wooded area where she has a picnic table set up. You’d be all wrapped up in her riding jacket and pants, underneath them would be a pretty little number she picked for you, something simple and sexy like a matching bra and panty set with some lace. (I think Eivor is a bit too simple minded to prefer elaborate lingerie. Just show her something hot that she knows how to remove without finding a thousand clasps please and thank you)

She’d prop the bike up on its stand and use a Polaroid camera to take the pictures. The first ones you’re in the matching set with her jacket and your boots still on, straddling the bike with your hands on the bars as if you’re driving. She gets multiple angles, from the side so she can appreciate your legs, from the front so she can admire your breasts peeking out from the opening of her jacket.

The whole time she’d praise you saying “that’s a good girl, posing so pretty for me, now lean back let me see you- ah just like that, gods you’re perfect” she’s such a sexy photographer. By the time she’s done you’re about ready to hump the seat til you cum and she’s so horny she’s breathing manually. She knew that would happen, of course, and wore a strap under her jeans for the occasion.

After your photo shoot, she takes the dildo out of her harness and slides it back inside you, then helps you put her clothes back on over your underwear. She has you ride back with her to the house while you’re stuffed full like that. Every bump and jolt makes you whimper and dig your fingers into her. It’s not a long ride but you’re ready to rip every shred of her clothes off by the time you’re back

The pictures are kept in a cabinet by her work bench, there’s a few on the inside of the door held up with magnets, mostly the first few from the session, where you’re still partially clothed and gazing at the camera with your pretty, sultry eyes. The rest are tucked away in a small black photo album for her eyes only, the last few depict you laid back on the seat, bra gone, one of her strong hands cupping your breast. You’re holding your panties to the side, wet cunt stuffed full of her strap, your kissed bruised lips are parted in a moan. She keeps that one very secret, and takes it with her whenever she has to travel without you.

anyway now that you know I'm a total whore for this concept

This is my first time posting a full on hc set like this lemme know what you think and read the og post if you haven't yet! It sent me spiraling into madness <3

[cherrygirlystuff]

Grunge Glamour: Your Guide to Indie Sleaze Fashion Staples

Hey babe! 🌸 Ready to dive into the world of grunge glamour? We’re talking about the fashion staples that defined the indie sleaze era—skinny jeans, band tees, vintage leather jackets, and all the effortlessly cool vibes that come with them. Whether you’re a longtime fan of the look or just getting into it, I’ve got all the tips and tricks you need to rock that indie sleaze style like the icon you are. So grab your shopping list, put on your favorite playlist, and let’s get into it! 🎧✨

Grunge Glamour: The Essentials of Indie Sleaze Style 🌟

If you were around during the mid-2000s, you know that the indie sleaze era was all about a perfect mix of grunge and glamour. It was messy, it was edgy, and it was oh-so-stylish. The key to nailing this look is all about balancing those rough-around-the-edges vibes with just the right amount of chic. Think Kate Moss meets Karen O with a little bit of early 2000s Alexa Chung thrown in for good measure.

Ready to recreate that effortlessly cool, don’t-care-but-still-look-amazing vibe? Let’s break down the must-have pieces that every indie sleaze lover needs in their wardrobe.

1. Skinny Jeans: The Ultimate Indie Sleaze Staple 👖

Skinny jeans were the thing back in the day, and for good reason. They’re versatile, flattering, and the perfect base for any grunge-inspired outfit. Whether you’re going for a classic black pair or something a bit more distressed, skinny jeans are an absolute must in your indie sleaze wardrobe.

Classic Black Skinnies: You can never go wrong with a pair of classic black skinny jeans. They go with everything and can easily be dressed up or down. Pair them with a band tee and a leather jacket for a quintessential indie look, or throw on a blazer and some ankle boots for a night out.

Distressed Denim: If you’re looking to add some edge to your outfit, distressed skinny jeans are the way to go. The more rips and tears, the better! These jeans add a little bit of rock ‘n’ roll to your look and are perfect for those days when you want to channel your inner rockstar.

High-Waisted Styles: For a more modern take on the indie sleaze look, go for high-waisted skinny jeans. They’re super flattering and give off that cool, retro vibe. Tuck in your favorite band tee, throw on a belt, and you’re good to go.

Shopping Tip: When shopping for skinny jeans, make sure they have a bit of stretch so they’re comfortable enough to wear all day (and night!). Don’t be afraid to hit up thrift stores for some amazing vintage finds or look for brands known for their quality denim.

2. Band Tees: Show Your Love for Music 🎤

No indie sleaze wardrobe is complete without a collection of band tees. These aren’t just shirts; they’re statements. Wearing a band tee is all about showing off your love for music, whether it’s an indie darling or a rock legend.

Vintage Finds: There’s something so special about a vintage band tee that’s been worn and loved over the years. It’s like wearing a piece of music history. Scour thrift stores, flea markets, and online vintage shops for tees that have that perfectly worn-in feel.

DIY and Customized Tees: Can’t find the exact band tee you’re looking for? Get creative! DIY your own by cutting, distressing, or tie-dyeing a plain tee. You can even add patches, pins, or screen print your favorite band’s logo onto a plain shirt for a custom look.

Oversized vs. Fitted: Both oversized and fitted band tees have their place in the indie sleaze aesthetic. An oversized tee with skinny jeans gives off that effortlessly cool, borrowed-from-your-boyfriend vibe, while a fitted tee tucked into high-waisted jeans is more polished but still edgy.

Shopping Tip: When hunting for band tees, don’t just stick to the women’s section—check out the men’s section for oversized fits or hit up the kids’ section for cropped tees. And remember, the more worn-in, the better!

3. Vintage Leather Jackets: The Cool Girl’s Armor 🧥

A vintage leather jacket is the ultimate indie sleaze statement piece. It’s tough, it’s timeless, and it instantly adds that rockstar edge to any outfit. Whether you’re throwing it on over a dress or pairing it with jeans and a tee, a leather jacket is a wardrobe essential.

Classic Black Leather: A black leather jacket is a no-brainer. It’s versatile and goes with literally everything. Look for one with a slightly oversized fit, so you can layer it over chunky sweaters in the winter or just a tee in the summer.

Distressed and Worn-In: The best leather jackets are the ones that have seen some life. Look for jackets that have a bit of wear and tear—scuffs, scratches, and even a little fading give the jacket character and make it feel lived-in.

Moto Style: If you want to add some extra edge to your look, go for a moto-style leather jacket with zippers, studs, and all the bells and whistles. It’s a bit more daring but oh-so-cool.

Shopping Tip: Vintage stores are your best bet for finding a quality leather jacket that won’t break the bank. If you’re buying new, invest in a piece that will last you for years to come—real leather only gets better with age!

4. Mixing and Matching: The Indie Sleaze Way 🎨

The magic of indie sleaze style is all about mixing and matching. Don’t be afraid to pair something ultra-glam with something super grungy—like a sequined top with ripped jeans or a floral dress with combat boots. The key is to look like you just threw it all together but somehow ended up looking amazing.

Accessories: Add some personality to your look with accessories like beanies, oversized sunglasses, and chunky jewelry. Don’t forget a scarf for that effortlessly chic touch.

Layers, Layers, Layers: Layering is your best friend when it comes to indie sleaze. Think flannels over tees, jackets over dresses, and scarves over everything. It’s all about creating a look that feels a little messy but totally put together.

Shopping Tip: When mixing and matching, think outside the box! Pair unexpected items together and see what works. Indie sleaze is all about breaking the fashion rules, so have fun with it!

Final Thoughts, Gorgeous: Embrace Your Inner Indie Sleaze Queen 🌟

There you have it, babe—your ultimate guide to rocking grunge glamour like a true indie sleaze icon. With the right mix of skinny jeans, band tees, and vintage leather jackets, you’ll be turning heads wherever you go. Remember, this style is all about confidence, attitude, and a little bit of chaos. So go ahead, mix, match, and create outfits that make you feel like the rockstar you are.

What’s your go-to indie sleaze outfit? Let’s chat in the comments and share all our fashion secrets! 💕

[monvenusblg]

Eight of Wands & Motorsport Racers

You don’t need a license to heed the siren call of the open road.

💋Motorsports or Biker fashion aesthetic and the individuals who wear them embody the energy of the 8 of wands best. Mandolin-collared racer jackets, belted boots, and chunky zippers all preferably in leather equipped these warriors for an urban apocalypse. The highly durable, high-speed clothing symbolizes protection against the dying city streets of a post-apocalyptic world. In comparison with ancient suit of armors, however, current styles are far more playful and sexier. The aesthetic’s created fantasy of crime and speed attracts people to them in recent years. Muses of the 8 of wands tempt us to strike while the iron is hot. To live a life of adrenaline. Their style represents what living in the fast lane and/or wide expanse looks like.

☄️The final stages of the fire suit in tarot (wands) had left the drive to conquer in Aries and the celebration and trials of leadership in Leo. When we arrived in Sagittarius, the heroine became legendary for her previous deeds. At the end lies a burden to sustain one’s legacy. Hence, in the 10 of Wands imagery, a man is weighed down by his many accomplishments. The 8 of wands is exactly where the action is. A mutable fire or a wildfire is on the move. Here in a Jupiter-ruled fire sign, ambition changes gears to higher realms. Ruthlessness and conflicts seemed to be left far behind in Aries and Leo. So why is there something immoral about Sagittarius first decan? Why the association with crime?

☄️Boldness, Malice, Liberty headline the decan’s Agrippa image. We encountered a warrior braving the open road. Perhaps for an adventure or…in most cases, to get away with something. Mercury who co-rules with Jupiter gives this decan its shadow qualities since he is the god Hermes who travels between the underworld and the surface world. Constantly lurking between worlds often pushes them to the fringes of society. It is one of the many hermetic explanations for Sagittarius' bohemian or free-spirit stereotypes. They are sometimes deemed dangerous for being part of the counter-culture. Often they are tasked to carry the collectives' shadow representing the antithesis of whatever was the norm at that time. Another significant Hermetic symbolism is the fixed stars of Lupus the wolf which can be seen in three degree groups of this decan. In ancient times wolves were powerful shamanic creatures representing higher learning (9th house) and the human drive to investigate the existence or nature of God. A very Sagittarian theme. Unfortunately, by medieval times wolves became negatively associated with heresy. Women especially are vulnerable to allegations of dark witchcraft practices. Believed to seduce “wretched” people and entrapping them.

💋Etymologically, Lupa in Latin (lit. she-wolf) translates to a prostitute who seduces through her rapaciousness. Interestingly, a key feature of the biker aesthetic during its peak fame (2022/2023) is a luscious deep red dubbed ‘cherry cola’. It was in every subsection of beauty (hair, nails, makeup). The star muse of this shade is a leather jacket-wearing and over-lined lipped Kylie Jenner, emphasizing yet again the sex appeal of biker/racer-inspired clothing. Although the clingy materials of biker aesthetics are mainly worn to shield them from the rough asphalt, they naturally complement the body’s natural curves. I think this resonates with the 8 of Wands persona. Natives of this card play the forbidden fruit, the dark bittersweet cherry who is likely to scare you as much as she entices. Mercury’s wit and Jupiter’s jovialness bestow a charming and humorous attitude to individuals of first Sagittarius. The humor is not without irony, however, a little black and morbid. Still, this gives them a uniquely intoxicating charm, capable of making illicit subjects and dangerous antics at best, cathartic and simultaneously fun.

☄️Sagittarius Decans are represented by the Centaur creature (half-man, half-beast). They reveal the unification of our animalistic nature with our human (strategic, meaning-making, rational) mind. our pursuit of higher learning and philosophy can’t be separated from the physical prowess of our lower, instinctual nature. Instead, in Sagittarius, we learned that it is on our basest nature to enquire about the physical world around us. Hence, there’s an understanding among racers and bikers to merge with their vehicle. Akin to ancient Amazonians and warriors who built genuine deep relationships with their horses. Together they become formidable warriors. Moreso in this decan than the ones after do we see the full result of this unification. Austin Koppock named Decan one of Sagittarius: “poisoned arrows”, which I think testify to the swift precision of its natives in obtaining their goals. Whether it is a race to the finish line, a beloved to seduce, or dreams to chase, it'll surely be attained fast and decisively.

💋To feel the 8 of Wands in its entirety I suggest watching the Fast and Furious movies. They feature styling and female characters who embody the card/decan's bold, fiery, and intense energy with a hint of malice. The garments and styling worn in the "Fast and Furious" saga testify to its global settings (Puerto Rico, Tokyo, London, Los Angeles, and more). Since Jupiter does not understand boundaries and only expansion, travel is expected. Elements such as muscle tees, jeans, leather, etc. are modified through color and cut depending on levels of practicality as well as settings and characters. The women share an element of vulgarity overall though, especially in the earlier installments. Each look is adorned with silver metal jewelry and chunky leather footwear. The clothes show equal parts skin and fierceness, fitting for the characters' rough lifestyle as professional drag racers. A personal favorite of mine are the looks worn by Suki (Devon Aoki) in 2 Fast 2 Furious (2015). She clearly wasn't denied any restrictions with colors. Dressed in multicolored ensemble of crop tanks and shirts paired with the internet famous hot pink low-rise jeans which display cheeky crossed threads at the crotch and thigh area. Then there's a tartan schoolgirl skirt paired with studded boots number, as well as a monochrome look of matching short-shorts and racing tee with knee-high white boots. Suki's overall wardrobe is an ode to the spunky enthusiasm of Sagittarius Decan one/8 of Wands personality.

☄️Alternatively, "Mad Max" films feature a grittier take on the “men being one with their machine” trope. Here there’s an added touch of ecological doom where the desert becomes a character of its own. Both franchises rely on “horsepower” aka the speed of their chosen machines. It's a testament to the double mercurial influence in the 8 of Wands; quick instinctual movement and action is emphasized as important skills to survive the harshness of each respective environment. The costumes carry the 8 of Wands message for proper mental and emotional preparation before you embark on a journey or face a war zone. In Mad Max, the threat is very much physical, depicting environmental devastation and civilization collapse. The outfits consist of tattered rags, harnesses, and armored chest pieces. ID-magazine describes 2015 Mad Max movie’s aesthetic as the "scavenged and wanderlust". The female characters of this world have no choice but to roam. Their clothing provides immediate protection from the post-apocalyptic desert. With Furiosa's (Charlize Theron) tactical attire, we see someone who possess mastery over her environment. Her femininity is hidden underneath the ashy face paint and accessories made from cars and motor parts. Including a symbolic asymmetrical shoulder armor. She dress similar to that of the opposing ‘war boys’. I think this signifies her alignment with the 8 of wands message I wrote above. In contrast, the nymph-like tattered white fabrics covering the rescued maidens, expresses human vulnerability against such conditions. They were previously held hostage and therefore are yet to subtilize the high velocity energies around them. Violence, warfare, and oppression are some thematic commonalities of this film with the 8 of wands. So, although the outfits of Mad Max aren't acclimatized into the mainstream biker/racer aesthetic, I believe they represent the energetic essence behind this aesthetic in its most pure and rawest form.

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🫶Let me know if you enjoy this post! I’m thinking to turn this into a series about all 78 tarot cards and each corresponding aesthetics. So far, I’ve seen really fascinating patterns emerge and I’m so excited to share them. I hope my posts will get better as i adapt to writing my downloads. x Jess

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Finished all of the main characters in my Remnant City AU designs!

Decided to have their main colors as their backgrounds because they wear a lot of black and I didn't want them to get lost when you click on them for higher quality.

I don't have much to say about Ruby's design because I agonized over it for a while before finally getting something I liked. I know this kind of goes against her gothic lolita style, but I think the rolled up jacket with the dress's long sleeves combined with her skinny jeans kind of sells how young she is compared to everyone else. It makes her look more like a teen.

I changed my initial design for Weiss into something I can see myself drawing over and over again. Definitely took some inspiration from @sytokun 's original design for her early on in his own AU. I also decided to give her her slight gradient back. I didn't change Weiss's wedges because I think they communicate her higher status and maybe something she will need to change to better herself in combat later on. I also gave her wedges kind of a flap to them so it's easier to focus on the red on her shoes.

I already made a post about how I changed Blake's design to be more inspired by a jacket I own that's styled like a leather jacket but is made of stretchy material. I also changed her heels to converse esc sneakers because I think their more practical for fighting. Also, yellow accents for her eyes and to give Yang an in to the team.

I love Yang's hunter outfit and I just wanted to add more Chinese elements to it. I have her in this pose because I love Yang being a fun mix between a hot and she knows it party girl and a tear shit up biker with kind of a tomboy streak. It reminded me of women I've met in real life.

Penny's outfit is more inspired by her volume 7 and 8 outfit but I did a slight redesign on her legs to make them easier to draw. I know she's supposed to keep her robot status a secret, but her robot legs are just so fun to draw that I kind of had to use the rule of cool on this. She'll just tell people their high quality prosthetics her dad made for her. I gave her the orange bob hair she had at the beginning of the series because it's super cute, though in the future I plan to draw it with more curly/kinky elements because even though I love her hair, I do have problems with how the show refuses to use hair textures that black people have.

Initially Qrow was just supposed to have his first design from the show, but then I decided to give him mostly red and black coloring to tie him more to Ruby and to contrast with Ironwood's blue and white. It also might be time to mention that crooked crosses are considered good luck in Remnant and that's why Qrow and Ruby wear them and why crosses seem to exist at all in a world where Christianity doesn't exist.

I pretty much didn't change anything about Ironwood's design that I already did for him because I like it so much. It's interesting to see how I just changed it little by little. First he had a long great coat, then I made it shorter, then I had baggy blue pants, then baggy saturated pants, then no bagginess. I absolutely had to keep the one glove because it was a part of his design I really liked in his first design.

And that's pretty much it for everyone. I might make some winter outfits for them since it's getting pretty close to snowing where I am. Also I have the best idea for Yang's winter outfit already and I'd like to draw it.

[kkatiehere]

Plus size women’s fashion advice for ENTJ — Purple Series

🎉 Good news for ENTJ!

Have you heard MTBI? The MBTI is commonly used to provide insights into various aspects of an individual’s personality, including communication style, work preferences, and decision-making approaches.

Let’s start fashion with ENTJ！

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Maxi dress effortlessly combines sophistication with a modern edge, making it a standout option for formal occasions.

The mini dress length brings a playful and festive vibe, making it perfect for celebratory occasions. Whether it’s a night out or a special event, this purple off-the-shoulder dress is sure to make a stylish statement.

Crafted from PU-leather, It exudes a sleek and contemporary aesthetic. The cargo-style detailing, complete with pockets, adds both style and functionality to the pants.

The satin fabric enhances the overall luxurious feel, creating a dress that effortlessly combines style and grace. Make a statement at your next formal event with this beautiful purple satin split maxi dress.

The high split detail on the skirt adds a sensual touch, creating a captivating silhouette as you move. Made from high-quality chiffon fabric, the dress offers a lightweight and flowy feel, comfort throughout the wear.

The off-the-shoulder neckline adds a touch of sophistication, while the high split in the chiffon maxi skirt brings a hint of allure and movement to the ensemble.

Elevate your seasonal wardrobe with this elegant purple midi dress, designed to seamlessly transition from day to night. Make a statement with the perfect combination of style and warmth this fall and winter.

ENTJs favor a fashion style that is practical, professional, and reflects strong leadership qualities. Their clothing choices emphasize efficiency, elegance, and a timeless aesthetic.

💡Certainly! Here are other fashion tips for an ENTJ woman who prefers plus-size clothing:

🌟Structured Pieces:

Opt for structured and tailored pieces that highlight your strong and confident personality. Blazers, well-fitted jackets, and tailored dresses can enhance your professional image.

🌟Statement Accessories:

Use bold accessories to make a statement. Large, eye-catching jewelry or a distinctive handbag can add a powerful touch to your outfit.

🌟Monochrome Palette:

Stick to a monochrome or a cohesive color palette for a polished and put-together look. Darker colors like navy, black, or purple can exude sophistication.

🌟Mix of Professional and Casual:

Create a wardrobe that seamlessly transitions from professional to casual. Pieces that can be easily dressed up or down will suit your dynamic lifestyle.

🌟Bold Patterns in Moderation:

While it’s good to embrace bold patterns, use them in moderation. A statement blouse or a patterned skirt paired with solid colors can strike a balance.

Remember, fashion is a form of self-expression, so feel free to adapt these tips to your personal style and preferences.

[alpacinosgf]

What is your favourite casual outfit? Any tips?

I would recommend investing in good jeans!!! I pretty much exclusively wear levis now, either vintage ones I found on ebay or other sites like Glass Onion it's a UK based vintage shop but they ship worldwide and all their stuff is priced really fairly (I bought an old leather jacket that is HEAVY for like 45 euro which is unheard of) or the newer styles. I really like the levis 70s high waisted straight jeans I have really wide hips and a smallerish waist and they're super comfortable.

I'm also very big into graphic tees, best advice is to check the mens section of whatever place you shop cos they're always softer, better quality and cheaper than the same shirts in the women's section ofc. Shoe wise I love my old battered high top converse, if I'm not wearing them I'm probably wearing dad sandals like birkenstocks or some knock off chanel sliders I got off dhgate

[feverinfeveroutfic]

love is not enough | chapter eight

“I really, really don’t like the take-off,” Q was saying.

The three of them had boarded the next plane to New York City followed by Edinburgh, and there was very little time to even so much as mess around. After the girls had received word that their pimp was after them, he knew that they had to lay low until their next plane left the tarmac there in California for the East Coast. It had been a rather tricky three days before then, and he had the thought of leaving a day early because he had no idea as to how or where this guy was coming from.

It almost resembled a dream in hindsight, especially once they boarded the plane.

He had taken his spot there near the front entrance of the plane with those two girls, both of them donned in black leather jackets, snug jeans, and heavy black Doc Martens: Q had put on a black beret with a bright red and white flower at the front upon her fuzzy hair, while Jay had done her hair into a tight, long ponytail at the back of her head and accompanied it with a heavy black newsboy cap, complete with a pin of a cluster of wide, thick leaves and three little bell-shaped golden yellow flowers.

“You two look like you belong in the military,” he remarked once Q settled in at the window and Jay at the aisle.

“We kind of are cavalry,” Q joked as she opened her handbag there on her lap. “Cavalry of the streets.”

He turned his attention to Jay next to him there at the aisle right as she took off her hat and shook it a bit: he noticed the glimmers of gold embedded in the threads at the crown.

“Is that a bouquet?” he asked her with a gesture to the pin: amongst the leaves and the two flowers, he spotted little jagged lines that color of orange creamsicle.

“Taro,” she said. “You know, those tuber plants that grow in the tropics, places like Hawai’i and the Philippines and near the equator. Those little lines are black coral—Hawai’i’s gemstone.”

“Oh, I see!” he declared. “It’s kind of interesting. You don’t really see that.”

“My great aunt took my grandma and my mom to Hawai’i when my mom was about ten years old,” she continued. “Ever since then, my mom has wanted to take me at some point. Great aunt gave her this pin about a year before she passed—I was only four years old when she died, so I have no memory of her—and then my mom gave it to me when I was in high school for good luck. It’s apparently from Moloka’i, about ten years after the whole leper colony went away and it was open to the public.”

“Do you still talk to your mom?” he asked her.

“Oh, yeah, I’m really close to both of my parents,” she replied. “She always tells me I’m like a combination of her aunt as well as my grandma, like all of my behavior comes from them rather than her—like for example, she’s a lot calmer, often to the point of fault, whereas I’m a lot more feisty and likely to play devil’s advocate like those two women. And I kinda feel bad, though.”

“Why is that?”

“I can’t tell them what I do for a living. I don’t them to worry about me. They worry about me enough as is—my dad is almost sixty and he wants to retire, and my mom wants to give up work altogether and go for her dreams in life. I make good money, but I still don’t really want to tell them. Plus, I find that it’s not really appropriate to talk about it. Imagine trying to tell someone at a really formal dinner party that you make a dickload money by railing people in dickloads.” She looked on at the pin and sighed. “Add to this, I come from a family that wasn’t really open about things like sexuality. I had to figure it all out myself.”

“My family’s the same way,” he assured her. “Like, exact same. I’ve always been kind of nervous to talk about crushes and things with both of my parents. I’ve always been nervous to tell girls I like them, too. I always just feel like I don’t have it in me, like I don’t have that quality. It’s like playing guitar, it’s either something you can either do like you were born to do it, or you can’t.”

“So, we should consider ourselves lucky?” Q chimed in right then.

“Absolutely!” he declared with a hearty chuckle. She took out a small red camera out of her bag and took the protective cover off the lens.

“You actually bought a camcorder?” he asked her, albeit with a nervous chuckle.

“Yeah, why not?” Q said with a sly smirk. “You never know when we’re going to need it.”

“Like protection,” Jay said with a straight face.

“Like protection, exactly,” Q added, also with a straight face.

A few more people filed onto the plane before them: the door closed and they were set to fly off to the East Coast. A three hour flight only to be broken by a little layover in Kansas City: another five hours after hitting New York, and they would be in Scotland and away from anyone who needed money from those two girls on either side of him.

“Some day, I’ll be up there in first class,” he vowed to them: indeed, they glanced up to the filmy cadet blue curtain which separated them from the view into the first class section.

“Go to first class and put our feet up and indulge our tummies in all the cookies,” Jay told him with her eyes hooded and her lips puckered at him.

“You say that like we can’t put our feet up here,” he teased her, and he rested his feet on the little slender bar under the seat in front of him. Jay and Q did the same thing with the seats before them as well.

“I also say that like we can’t have any cookies, either,” Jay added, and she leaned into his face for a soft kiss on the side. Q joined in on his other side, and they both kissed him in unison. He could feel his face growing warm at the feel of their soft lips on his skin: when Jay brought her kisses down to the side of his neck, he curled his toes inside of his shoes. Q moved closer to his mouth and he struggled to stretch out his legs before him even with the lack of space around them.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun over in Europe,” Jay suggested.

“Might have a little fun in New York, too,” Q added. “We like New York. Nice big city to disappear in if we want to.”

“Funny, I do, too,” he told them. They kissed him in unison again when the lights go buckle in flickered on over their heads. The plane taxied along the runway under the span of the blue sky: things were clear in Kansas City and a little cloudy in the Big Apple.

Q hunkered down in the seat and closed her eyes to the window: he put his arm around her to keep her company. Jay held onto his knee instead of the arm rest.

The plane sped up and then lifted off the tarmac into the sky: the landscape fell away so fast, and soon they were in the clouds. It was rather dizzying to be so high up in the air and so quickly no less, but he reached for the book that he had brought with him and plunked it open over his lap. Q kept her attention directed away from the window as she focused on the camcorder. Jay, meanwhile, leaned back in the seat, pulled the little bill of her hat down, and closed her eyes for a nap. A bit of rest once they were away from their greedy pimp.

They had only been up in the air for about twenty minutes when he could feel the affects of his morning coffee coming forth. Careful not to wake up Jay, he tucked the bookmark into the spot and then climbed over her legs onto the center aisle. He kept his head bowed given he had forgotten his hat at home, but he had a feeling that no one there in the plane would recognize him, and lucky for him, he found the bathroom was open.

It was tight fit, even for a slim and slender young man like him. He had no intent on spending a lot of time there, anyway.

He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, and he thought about Jay and her taro pin. Something told him that he was going to need all the luck from the Hawaiian archipelago that he could scrounge up for himself.

No sooner had he zipped up and closed the lid when a knock on the door jarred him down to his core.

“Occupied,” he called out.

“It’s me,” Q called through the door. He opened the door and there she was with the camcorder in hand.

“Hey, babe, everyone on the plane is asleep right now,” Q whispered to him, to which he raised his dark eyebrows at her.

“You really wanna go there with me?” he teased her, and he showed her a sweet lopsided little smile. She skirted inside of that tiny cramped bathroom: once he shut the door and locked it, she kept her back to the wall.

“You go there,” he said with a slight chuckle.

“Yeah. Have a seat and open your legs.”

“Have a seat?”

“Yes. Have a seat.”

He swallowed and took his spot there on the lid: to do it without brushing his knees against her was a challenge. But she managed to stand right in between his legs with the camcorder before her face.

“So, what do you want me to do? Unbutton my pants or something?”

“Take ‘em off,” Q commanded. “Best you can, anyway.”

He noticed that red light was on. He reached down and unfastened the button on his jeans again, but that time, he tugged them down enough to reveal what resided underneath. His hands and his skin there were clean enough.

The light in the bathroom felt like something out of a porno, too, with the hard fluorescence on his lanky arms and crown of lush black curls: then there was the tiny plume of gray at the right side of his crown. He gazed up at the lens, at his own reflection there as it stared back at him with those deep blue eyes.

Guitarist. Songwriter. Student of Joe Satriani. Adult film star.

He noticed Q and the little smirk on her face.

“This next one is on me,” he said to her in a low, husky voice.

“Oh, you sexy devil,” she breathed out to him.

“That’s my porn star name, I’m guessing?” he teased her as he slid out his dick and held it in both hands.

“Nah—we’ll think of something for ya, big boy,” she vowed. He could see her zooming in on his crotch, and he ran his fingers all over the tip as well as the sides of the shaft.

She licked her lips.

There wasn’t any space but he knew that they could perhaps find some in Kansas City.

The plane then jerked around, such that Q nearly lost her balance. She clutched onto the camcorder and steadied herself there against the door. He could see the fear in her eyes.

“It’s okay, it’s just turbulence,” he assured her. He sat up and reached for her, even with his pants still undone. She looked down at his dick out in the open like that, and he could see the infernal lust in her eyes, even with the fear of god stricken into her.

And then he realized it was something else. This wasn’t just fear from being thirty thousand feet in the air surrounded by wind, especially as it subsided right then. He leaned in closer to her face, and she closed her eyes.

“He’s not here,” he whispered into her ear. “I promise you.”

“I also worry about—my illness returning and being unable to work,” she confessed to him.

“It won’t return,” he whispered some more into her ear. “I promise you that.” He lightly kissed her on the ear, and then the side of her neck. She parted her lips and let out a low whistle to steady herself.

He stood before her and fixed his pants before they made their way out of the bathroom with no questions asked from anyone around the back end of the plane.

Jay stood up for them to climb back into their seats, and then she huddled closer to them.

“Everything okay?” she asked them.

“Oh, yeah,” he assured her.

“Camera works, by the way,” Q added, and her face lit up.

“Oh, I see,” Jay said, and her hand crept onto his knee and then back down his thigh towards his crotch.

“Thank you for sharing your legs with us,” she told him, and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I try my best,” he said as he sank down in the seat: he opened his legs for them, and they leaned in closer to his face again.

“We should think of a porn name for him,” Q suggested.

“I thought we did?” Jay said with a raise of her eyebrow.

“I don’t remember it,” he confessed.

“Candy man,” Q suggested. “Because he’s so sweet and tasty like candy.”

“You called me ‘sexy devil’ back there,” he chuckled.

“Sexy devil,” Jay said, and then she wrinkled her nose. “I dunno, that’s a little too on the nose. You said you like New York, right?”

“Yeah, my parents both hailed from there,” he told her. “Your classic, friendly neighborhood Jewish couple, dare I say.”

“How does Tevye sound?”

“Tevye?” Q asked, and then his face lit up.

“Oh, I see what you’re getting at,” he flashed Jay a wink. “Tevye Mishkin the Devil.” He put his index fingers upon his head to imitate horns.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, baby doll?” She and Q leaned in for another simultaneous kiss on either side of his face to seal the deal. The plane jerked about again, and both women clutched onto his knees to steady themselves.