#Online Tender Submission

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Utilizing the National Tenders website provides more than just access to a extensive collection of government tenders; it also offers a streamlined platform that supports every stage of the tendering process. Whether you're in the discovery phase or preparing for submission, National Tenders can serve as your companion in navigating the intricate procedures involved in securing government contracts in India.

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How can one apply for tenders through the e-Tendering process in India?

A tender refers to an offer made to supply goods or services at pre-agreed prices. Upon acceptance by the client, the tender becomes binding for both parties, and procurement policies dictate the tender acceptance process. The emergence of e-Tendering aims to eliminate the malpractices associated with traditional bidding methods, and the advent of e-Procurement software has further facilitated this process.

Understanding the public and private sector tenders

Public and private sector tenders differ significantly in their approach. Traditionally, public sector procurement was divided into three stages:

Expression of Interest (EOI),

Pre-qualification Questionnaire (PQQ), and,

Invitation to tender (ITT).

In contrast, private sector procurement has these stages, with acronyms starting with "R": Request for Information, Request for Tender, Request for Quotation, Request for Proposal, and Request for Offer.

However, the public sector now effectively merges EOIs and PQQs into a single Supplier Questionnaire (SQ). One noticeable difference between the two sectors is that public tenders are more prevalent and accessible to the public than private tenders, which are harder to source.

Types of e-Tendering in India

To ensure fairness in procurement without any prejudice, government projects are typically kept as open tenders. Typically, there are three types of tendering methods: open tendering, selective tendering, and negotiated tendering, which are chosen based on the requirements of contracts.

Open tendering is the most common method used in the engineering and construction industry., As it allows anyone to submit a tender to supply the required goods and services. While this approach provides opportunities for emerging suppliers, evaluating contracts can be time-consuming, since not all bidders are suitable for the contract.

Selective tendering is an alternative to open tendering that allows suppliers to submit tenders by invitation. This method is suitable for contracts of a particular size and complexity, and it builds client confidence as only a few suitable firms meet the criteria.

Negotiated tendering starts from tendering till dispute resolution. The contractor is involved in the project from the start, resulting in effective communication and information flow. This approach is suitable for highly specialised contracts, such as engineering and construction contracts.

Steps for applying for tenders through e-Tendering process

Successful public tendering is a highly structured process that involves the following steps:

1-Identify relevant opportunities on the specific portal according to your requirements. 2-Make sure you fulfill the requirements by going through the specifications in the tender notice. *Consider the following questions before proceeding: *Can your organisation afford the time and cost involved if you don't win? *Does your organisation meet the technical skills and expertise required? *Does the work fit with your organisation's strategy? 3-Express your interest to the buyer through an "Expression of Interest" or by downloading the tender documentation online. 4-Tender invitations can be issued through Request for Information, Request for Proposal, Request for Quotation, or Request for Tender. 5-If the open procedure is used, submit a full tender at this stage. Otherwise, for all other processes, buyers use the restricted procedure to trim the number of applicants before the tender stage. 6- The next steps in the public tendering process involve completing the Pre-Qualification Questionnaire (PPQ) and receiving an Invitation to Tender. The PPQ helps the buyer to select suitable suppliers and streamline the process. To aid in this process, the government has released a standardized Selection Questionnaire for scrutiny. 7-After the PPQ is received, it will be evaluated against the buyer's criteria. Tenders that meet the requirements increase the chances of winning the tender. Once the evaluation is complete, the successful tenderer will be notified, and unsuccessful submissions will be rejected. If your tender is successful, you will be added to the buyer's shortlist. 8-The next crucial step is to submit a full tender response. This is where you have covered all the initial steps in the tender process, and the buying authority is satisfied that you have the necessary resources and expertise to meet the requirements.

Disclaimer- Please note that the information provided in this article is based on the available knowledge and resources at the time of writing and may not be complete or up-to-date. It is recommended that readers verify the details independently before making any decisions based on the information presented.

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hi! i was wondering if i could order pull-apart bread, sweet pastry and hot cross buns, with a side of cider and chocolate milk, for sub!max verstappen? nobody really writes anything about the reader body worshiping him and his softer body, which would be nice to reassure him about. id love to hold his love handles 🥹

thank you so much in advance if you’re up for doing this! 💙

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submissions to the bakery are open! i'm accepting them all the time, even if they take a little while to get uploaded, i am constantly working on 'em! so thank you! and for this anon! hello!!! this is amazing, what the hell! i feel the same way, folks don't really write about it in fan fics (i've seen posts wax poetically about it though). so yes, this was awesome to write! thank you <333

pull-apart bread ("i love you") + sweet pastry ("i'll make it all better.") + hot cross buns ("don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up.") + cider (body worship) + chocolate milk (tenderness) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, sub!max, body worship, tender sex, cowgirl position, bondage, praise kink, dom!reader, insecurities, love & intimacy

it wasn't that you were going to fight people online over your boyfriend. it was a pointless endeavor to snap back at someone on twitter of all places! especially someone with a lando norris icon. but if you saw one more comment about your boyfriend's body online, you're going to kick something.

you loved max, that was why you were with him. but, you worried about him. underneath everything, there was soft center to him. and sometimes the wrong comment got through all the layers and right to the middle.

it just so happened the comments you hated the most were the ones about his body.

it was near the end of the off-season, you two had come back from a sunny trip to celebrate the time together. it left your poor boyfriend a little more pink than usual. especially around the shoulders, where he was shirtless most of the time.

you loved how he looked regardless. he was immensely strong in ways you couldn't fully grasp. you were always impressed by his ability to pick you up and kiss you. you believed that people had a skewed notion of what "hot" men should be built like. and you blamed it marvel movies and alpha male podcasts. max was not a dehydrated body builder. layered on top of the strength was a certain softness and made at the very least you drool at the sight of.

he was strong, but enjoyed food. he liked his sweets on weekends and a little extra at dinner. it didn't help with the constant weigh-ins and other measurements for formula one. so when you noticed his eyes on another cruel post online in response to a photo of him shirtless. you wanted to take that phone and toss it out the window.

you watched him turn off the screen and put the phone down on his chest. the room felt tense and your fingers went into his short hair. he tried to pull away, but with a tiny bit of force kept him close. you knew what he was thinking. just like everything else, max verstappen had crippling self-doubt.

"max. my love."

"yeah.." he said softly. the self-doubt that followed him like a shadow seemed to encrouch in his mind. you could tell even if you couldn't see his full expression.

you took the phone and placed it on the coffee table. you ran your fingers through his hair and looked down at him. fingers trailed down his jaw. "why don't we forget about that and go to the bedroom. "i'll make it all better."

you were in bed with him soon enough. he left his t-shirt and loose shorts on as your hands roamed his body. your lips on his neck, jaw and face. little unsaid promises of how handsome he was. "don't listen to them."

"what if they're right."

"when has a formula one fan ever been right about anything? you know some people online make ragebait. they're trying to get a rise out of other fans and cause in fighting."

"if i tried a little harder... i could look more like the others."

you made him look at you. his blue eyes seemed sad, like cloudy skies over a rocky shoreline. he couldn't meet your gaze, he was almost embarrassed. "max, look at me."

he made eye contact with you, "i could... if i tried."

you held his face a little tighter as he looked away. you said to him, "max, you are training all the time. you push yourself to limits that could kill many others. you work harder than a work horse with half the pay sometimes." you kissed the bridge of his nose, "i don't know who planted these ideas into your head." you had an idea, two names came to mind that made you frown. that was neither here nor there, "but, i love how you look."

his eyes shifted away from you. embarrassed. this entire thing felt embarrassing. he was insecure like a teenage girl at the moment because some random person online called him a stupid name.

"max. don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up." you said, trying to insert a joke to lighten the mood. you watched his demeanor shift and his eyes meet yours.

"would you.. tie me up? make me forget everything for a little bit?" he asked softly, his words almost tripped over one another. while most would've sought heavy therapy and an early retirement for their issues. max tried to cover them up, and sometimes that meant being your good boy.

"then tell me one thing, max."

"anything." he replied.

"say one nice thing about your appearance. anything. just one thing. and then i'll get what we need.' you promised, sealing it with a kiss on the cheek.

he swallowed, not knowing what to say. he shifted a little in his spot on the bed before he sighed. eventually he responded with, "my nose." he said, eyes on yours, "i like my nose. makes me stand out a little more."

you smiled a little bit and kissed him on the cheek, a gestured he melted into you. you replied, "and i love your nose too. i'm proud of you, max. good boy."

he said, "i love you."

and before you pulled away to get the roped needed for tonight, you said to him, "i love you too." then quickly ran your finger down his nose, "i love you, your nose, those eyes. every last inch of skin. your strength and your softness. it makes you perfect to me and those jealous bitches on twitter can't say anything about it." you broke into a further smile.

max chuckled slightly, he found you language amusing. the internet was troll heaven, but sometimes he needed his guiding light to not get himself sucked into the chaos of his doubts. he watched you pull away from him and get off the bed. he took off his shirt and shorts, he tried not too think too hard, but rather keep his eyes on you.

when you went to the dresser to find what you needed, he propped himself against the rod-iron headboard. usually he didn't like them, but when he discovered his affection for bondage early into your relationship, the headboard was perfect to keep him bound.

you returned to the bed, placing the two pieces of rope down onto the bed before you started to strip out of your clothes. once naked you got into bed with him. your hands roamed his chest and straddled his waist.

"you're so handsome, max. jesus christ. look at you." you smiled down at him. skin so soft, he was just perfect and you couldn't believe it. you rubbed up against him a little more and explored his torso with your hands, you watched him squirm a little under your touch. he shuddered a little. 

  “i'm not that-"

  “max verstappen. shush. i don't want to hear it.” you rubbed up against the bulge in his briefs. you held onto his shoulders a little as you moved. the dry humping felt good and left excitement racing through your lover, “that's it. that's my good boy.” 

he groaned a little, which only go louder when you stopped your movements to grab the ropes. he dropped his wrists to the bed and let you tie them to the bars of the headboard by the mattress. he melted a little against it while you took his cock out of his briefs.  the underwear was off him in no time and you got straddled on his waist with your hands on his shoulders once more.

you eyed him with heavy lust, “i know those idiots say that you're too fat or soft. well, i think they're blind. i think they're a whole bunch of idiots. you are perfect, turn me on every chance you get.” you took his face in your hands and kissed him as you continued to rub up against him. he panted against you when you broke the kiss soon after. 

  words of protest hung on max's tongue, but he never said anything further. this wasn't going to be a thing he could win. no matter what he said, you have a rebuttal. it was a losing battle, so he'd simply have to put his trust into you. if you found him hot beyond words, then you'd have to listen. but the fight was fully gone when you seated yourself onto his cock, then sank down on it to the base. he yanked against the ropes a little bit and found euphoria in the knowledge that you tied the ropes just as he liked them. tightly.

  “planning to fight against them, max?" you asked as you raked your fingers down his pale chest, "you wouldn't do that, would you? because you're my good boy! my handsome good boy. with those dazzling eyes and stunning laugh. when you smile i'm in heaven. especially when yo let me make both of us feel good. 

he shook his head, his cheeks grew hot from your gaze on him. if he was hot, then you were gorgeous. you were an inferno made human. the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. the kind of beauty that brought him to his knees. he breathed heavily as the pleasure started to build in the bottom of his gut. his cock twitched a little bit the more you rode him. 

he loved being at your mercy, under your thumb in a sexual manner. he bad so many choices all day, sometimes with only seconds to make them. so it was nice. to be in the comfort of your shared bed and letting you take what you needed from him. to give you total control. to love him, shower him in the praise he desired.  

  “i love you.” you said,

  “i love you too.” 

you started to move faster, really working your hips, making sure you could do as much as you could. you moaned a little bit and felt the stutter in your heart from the heat of everything. you pushed hair out of your face as you continued to ride him. the feeling between you two was electric. you said to him, “you're so handsome. fuck, you're perfect.” you started to move faster.

max bit back a moan but it spilled out when you crashed your lips against him. he almost whimpered from the fast speed. how good you took him. it made him clench his fists to try to compose himself. his chest rose and fell heavily he tensed up a little bit at the throb of lust in his body. you kissed him once more as you went as fast as you could go. you bounced on his cock and your nails dug into his jaw and shoulders. 

the noises between you two were erotic. it was desperate on max's end. he wanted to make you feel good while also chasing his own pleasure. he fought a little bit against constraints. he was a little jerky as he tensed up. he could feel it all crashing down on him. no longer the lingering feeling of self-doubt but rather he heat of pleasure. the need to climax. to get out of his own head with the erotic bliss. 

   “please, my love. please.” he swallowed as his back arched a little. he leaned up to give you more kisses and watched you melt against him while your hips still moved. you held his face with both hands and clenched your thighs. he made a sweet, high pitched, almost whine like noise when you pulled away.

you carded your fingers through his hair and admired those blue eyes clouded in lust. “you're perfect, max. every inch of you. every spot you hate, i love more. damn those fuckers on twitter, they don't get to see what i see. everything.” you went in for another kiss and clutched onto his shoulders tightly as you came around his cock. your back arched and max went in to kiss your collarbones with such tenderness. 

  “my good boy.” you said out of breath as you continued to move against him. your cunt clutched around him as you kept your pace steady despite the tremor in your thighs. you knew max wanted to hold onto you and work your hips up and down his cock. but, you were in control. so you examined his expressions as you continued to move. 

the kisses became sloppy once more as you brought max to his own climax. as he tensed up, he really yanked at the ropes for a good few moments before he felt all the fight leave his body. his eyes almost rolled back into his head from the head rush. he relaxed against the headboard and panted heavily. 

he looked erotic, but totally blissed out. so when you stopped your motions. you kissed him gently on the lips before you got off his cock and felt his cum run down your leg as you tried to find your panties. once they were on, you smothered him in kisses and praise as you got the ropes off of him.  you kissed his wrists and he slipped down onto the bed. the mattress felt nice against his body. he felt on cloud nine.

you rubbed his cheek for a moment with your thumb as you said, “i'm going to go get you some water. you just stay here, i'll be right back. now before i go i have to ask one thing. say one thing you like about yourself?"

he shakily exhaled while he leaned into your touch. his eyes were somewhat closed when he answered, sounding far away, “my eyes. they intimidate people. but not you. you love them.” then leaned further. 

you smiled and kissed the top of his head, “that's what i like to hear. next time i want two things before and after we have sex. got it? i'm going to make you love yourself.”

he chuckled softly, cheeks pink, “easier said than done.”

you tapped his cheek before you moved away to go get him some water. you said to him while you approached the bedroom door, “max verstappen, you know i'm as stubborn as you are. ” then left to go get him some water. you could only hope you could make a dent in healing some of his doubt issues. and while you couldn't fight people on twitter, you could kiss and love the man you called your boyfriend. <3

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"You've been a real, bad, boy." {part. 12} (housemate!harry series) (SMUT)

Drunk Fighting and Forgiveness {part. 11} (housemate!harry series)

AN: we're getting into more of the smuttier chapters, yay. hope you enjoy this part. reblog and let me know what you think!!!

This story contains: more apologizing, sub/dom play, female receiving oral, handjob, blowjob, mentions of anal play, mentions of sex toys

{ housemate!harry - boyfriendrry - soft!harry - subrry - dom!reader }

word count- 2,140

Harry's been a bad boy and Y/n wants to punish him, but for now, they take it easy with some oral sex in the shower.

The morning after your drunken argument, you have returned to being the affectionate couple that you are. Harry is the first to wake up and decides to go in the kitchen to prepare breakfast for you, aware that you'll need something to ease your hangover. After finishing, he quietly returns to the bedroom and gently wakes you up.

You wake up reluctantly, and Harry promptly hands you a pain reliever for your headache. He has already taken something for his headache, being no stranger to hangovers, and knowing how to prevent them from escalating. After taking the medicine and visiting the bathroom, you enter the kitchen to find two plated dishes on the small dining room table.

In complete awe, you say, "Harry, you didn't have to cook all of this. I told you I forgave you last night."

Tiredly giggling, Harry replies, "I know, wasn't meant to be part of my apology. Just wanted us to have a good breakfast to help with our hangovers."

You both sit down and begin eating the pancakes and turkey bacon that Harry has prepared, along with a glass of orange juice. About halfway through your meal, the thoughts that were on your mind as you fell asleep last night come back to you, causing you to speak, "You know Harry, you've been a real, bad, boy."

Without perceiving anything unusual in your words, he begins, "Baby, I know. I am genuinely sorry for my behavior last night. I shouldn't have brought you to that bar with my history there. Please forgive me, again."

As you look across the table, you see Harry getting distressed again, thinking that you're upset with him once more. It's almost funny to witness, though a small part of you feels bad for getting him so worked up. "Harry, I've forgiven you. But you're not off the hook so easily."

Swallowing a piece of turkey bacon, he looks over at you with confusion written on his face. "What's that supposed to mean?"

You burst into laughter, immediately regretting it as it causes your headache to return. "Like I just mentioned, you've been a naughty boy, my love. This means I have to punish you. Bad boys get punished."

Ohhh, now Harry's catching your drift. He's not use to your kinky side but he's loving it. "Yeah, and how 'r you gonna punish me, Y/n?"

In a seductive voice, you answer, "First, I'll need to spank your lovely round bottom, leaving it all red and tender. Next, I'll use a strap-on to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, causing you to choke on my cock. If you've behaved well up until that point, I'll then position you on your hands and knees and fuck you from behind, making your ass feel so amazing and full. Does that sound good, baby?"

"Uh-hu," is his only response as he sits there with his mouth hung open, nearly drooling on the table. Although he typically prefers to be dominant, he's a switch and is willing to be submissive for you any day of the week. Your dominant side really turns him on.

"Great, how about we go take a shower and then sit on the couch to do some online shopping for some special toys?" Harry clears his throat and agrees, shifting uncomfortably in his seat because your dirty words have made his cock hard in his pants.

After finishing your meal, you clear the table and head to the bathroom. Inside, you both undress, and it's then that you notice Harry's hard dick. "Babyyy, did my dirty words make you hard at the table?"

He gives a shy nod while you chuckle. The two of you enter the shower, but before you can start washing off, Harry pleads, "Please baby, touch me, it hurts." This is where you find it difficult to maintain dominance. Despite enjoying control every once in a while, you quickly give in when your partner whines, cries, or begs. However, it's important to stick to your role and not give away your power.

"Dunno if you deserve it..."

"Please, please. I'll do anythin'." Harry down right begs. "I'll eat you out first or finger you. Whatever you want. Just touch me, please."

Liking his way of thinking, you compromise, "Okay, get on your knees and eat my pussy. Then I'll touch your cock, baby boy"

Without hesitation, Harry gets on his knees in the shower and pulls you closer to his mouth with his hands on the back of your thighs. He's never ate you out in the shower before so this is new, and you're loving it so far. His lips wrap around your clit and his tongue flicks you up and down, back and forth.

Gasping, you grab his damp locks and push his face closer to you for added pleasure. His hands leave imprints on your ass as he grips it firmly to maintain your position. Harry alternates between flicking his tongue against your small clit and sucking on it intensely, bringing you to the brink of orgasm quickly.

"Oh my God, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna fucking come." you moan aloud, it echoing in the confinements of the shower. Harry doesn't dare lift you off of him, only eating your pussy with more determination. What pushes you overboard is when he sucks just a little bit harder, but also allows one of his hands to wander between your cheeks and his thumb grazes your tight hole. He never enters, just caresses it, and it feels surprisingly amazing.

You fall apart in the steamy shower, your body twitching and convulsing on top of your boyfriend. He strains to hold you up, afraid you might collapse. After a few final licks, Harry begins to pull away slowly, looking up at you with glossy eyes that nearly make you feel guilty for keeping him hard for so long.

Harry rose to his feet, paying no mind to the puddle of precome he had left on the shower floor. He was about to plead for your touch once more when you suddenly grabbed his cock. His back collided with the tile wall, and his abdominal muscles tensed as your delicate hand skillfully stroked him.

"Fuck." Harry whispers a curse as he feels the touch of your hand. You stroke his cock a few more times before kneeling down and taking him into your mouth. You push forward until the trimmed hair around his base touches your lips, maintaining that position until you have to pull away due to a harsh gag. Despite being in a state of pleasure, Harry looks down and asks, "You alright, m'love?", wanting to make sure you're alright and didn't push yourself too hard for the sake of pleasuring him.

You glance up at Harry with teary eyes and willingly take him back into your mouth, this time being more gentle with yourself. You suck and stroke with determination until Harry senses his climax nearing, which happens rather quickly thanks to you teasing and basically edging him for most of the morning.

Harry grips your hair in his hands, not forcing you down on him but more so for stability. When he feels seconds away from exploding, he warns, "M' gonna come, m'love. Feels so fuckin' good!"

Instead of pulling away, you keep Harry's cock in your mouth until you feel his shaft throb and hot spurts of his warm, milky cum fill your mouth. When your mouth is full to the brim, that's when you detach yourself from him. You swallow what you can, but some of his cum trickles down your chin and hits the shower floor, getting washed down the drain.

Glancing upwards, you see Harry leaning against the wall, gasping for air. His eyes are closed, and his hands hang loosely by his sides. Rising up on your tiptoes, you lean in for a kiss. Harry eagerly returns the kiss, despite the taste of his own cum on your lips. Eventually, you both break away to catch your breath.

"Okay, now for that online shopping we need to do."

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After your shower, you both take a seat on the sofa and start browsing the internet for some special toys. You have your laptop on your lap, and Harry's cat Pixie on his. With his head resting on your shoulder, you ask, "So, what should we search for first?"

"Um, I guess a strap-on for you to fuck me with."

You clap in agreement. "Great, but I could use some help deciding on the size and shape I should go for. I don't know much about strap-ons and your personal preferences." You search for strap-ons on Amazon and scroll until one catches your eye. "Hold on, what about this one? Do you think it'll work? I know it doesn't technically have a strap but I think this part is meant to be inserted inside me and as long as I grip it securely, it should function like one, right?"

Harry examines the screen closely and confirms, "I believe this'll work. It'll also bring you pleasure, which is an added bonus." He recalls the last time someone used a strap-on with him and how they complained the whole time about the strap part that went around their waist was super uncomfortable. So this should be a better option.

Thinking for a moment, you hesitantly question, "So like, what size do you want? And should I find it in a blue or black? You know, more manly colors."

Harry can't help but giggle when he hears the nervousness in your voice. He finds it amusing that you are contemplating such matters. "I think five to six inches would be just right for me. And baby, when you're fuckin' me in the ass, I won't be too concerned about how manly the dildo looks. Pink will do just fine."

"Understood," you say with a hint of awkwardness. After specifying the desired length and ensuring the original pink color is selected, you proceed to finalize the purchase. As your card details are already saved on Amazon, the transaction is swiftly processed, and you receive confirmation that the item is expected to arrive in three to five business days. "What else should we buy?"

Harry is aware of something else he desires but feels a bit hesitant to share. It's puzzling, considering you literally just purchased a dildo to fuck his ass with. What that desire is, is some butt plugs. His last set of butt plugs was stolen by a short fling he had a few months ago and he's eager to replace them. He began using butt plugs a few years ago and found them quite enjoyable, mainly for the pleasure they provided rather than for stretching purposes.

Inhaling a deep breath, Harry shyly asks you, "Can I get a butt plug?"

You turn your head, causing his head to lift off your shoulder, and smile at him warmly. Noticing Harry's shyness, you want to reassure him that there's no need for it. No judgement at all. "Of course, baby. No need to get shy on me now. Go ahead and find the ones you like." You hand him your laptop, knowing absolutely nothing about butt plugs. He takes it and starts searching for the perfect one for himself.

Harry selects two plugs; one that's a silver metal plug ,and the other crafted from black silicone with a diamond heart at the end. He explains that the heart is there to provide a pleasant visual for you, making you laugh. The reason for having two different textures is for varying purposes. The metal plug is reserved for when he is feeling particularly aroused and seeks intense pleasure. On the other hand, the silicone plug is more flexible and suitable for wearing outside or even while sleeping, offering a softer option to maintain a feeling of fullness without discomfort.

After Harry purchases the butt plugs of his choice, you take your laptop back and pick out two vibrators for yourself. You already have a couple in your nightstand drawer, but want to get a few new additions and upgrades. You chose the rose vibrator everyone has been raving about and the vibrator that's wearable in your panties. There's a part that inserts inside of you for g-spot stimulation and an outer part that stimulates your clit. And, to give Harry some control, it can be operated by an app on a phone. Meaning, if he wanted to, he could control when it turned on and off, teasing you and making you edge for hours.

You finish buying the last of your sex toys and shut your laptop, snuggling with each other on the couch. Now you're counting down the days until they all arrive and you can try them out on one another.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

Not So Patient After All {part. 13}

[farthest-harbor]

What’s your favorite and most off the wall Nick theories?

Okay, I shall give you some of the most unhinged things I have thought about Nick Valentine, and you will see how weird it is in this head of mine. Most will be NSFW, so if that ain't your jam, don't read 'em!

Nick has a network of teeny tiny wires embedded in his skin that function as nerves. I think that when he gets injured and a section of his skin is torn away, the nerve wires are left exposed. When the injury is new, anything that touches these exposed nerve endings is painfully overstimulating. As the injury gets older, it gets less sensitive and eventually can be touched in a pleasurable way. Try stroking, licking, sucking... See what happens.

Also, I think Nick's skin isn't totally hard plastic. I think it's somewhere in between hard plastic and silicone in texture, and is a bit pliable, more flexible around his face, hands, and joints where more range of motion is necessary. Therefore, when you kiss Nick, I think his lips aren't as squishy as human lips, but still kissably soft.

I think Nick overheats like a computer. When he's flustered, stressed out, or ~stimulated~, I think a bunch of internal fans kick on in his chest, the way they do on a hot laptop. I imagine his main processors are in his chest, so his chest probably gets the hottest. So during sex, his chest is almost scorchingly hot. Instead of an orgasm, he overheats till he crashes and shuts off for a few seconds, then slowly reboots. Be patient with him when it happens, if he hasn't taken care of you already, he will when he's back online.

Also I totally buy into wireplay. I bet that shit sends him to the moon.

I think synth Nick hasn't had any sort of romantic relationship, or else he wouldn't still be hung up on Jenny. I think after Sole helps him avenge her, he's more able to move on, but never entirely let go. It helps that Sole lost a spouse too and understands the pain of losing them, and that a part of Sole's soul will always be with their spouse.

Nick also never put himself out there because he's always deep down felt that his body is inadequate, especially since he once had a human body to compare it to. He's deeply self-conscious about not having a dick, and if Sole shows an interest in a physical relationship with him, he will feel the need to have a talk with Sole about it first. The way he sees it, it's better to tell Sole before they get him undressed than to watch Sole be judgemental/disappointed when they find out. That's an indignity he just couldn't bear. He struggles with vulnerability, particularly about his body, so treat him with care and be patient with him. Let him open up at his own pace.

I think body worship would be a very good way to begin intimacy with Nick. To slowly make your way down his body, kissing and gently touching all the way, letting him know that each inch of him is beautiful and worthy of affection and attention. He gets accustomed to intimacy one tiny bit of himself at a time, with the constant affirmation that he is worthy and he is enough.

I think Nick is a very different person with Sole than he is in public. He walks around wearing wit and sarcasm as armor against the volleys of prejudiced remarks thrown at him. When he's alone with someone he knows loves and accepts him, he doesn't need to make his usual witty comebacks and snarky remarks. He can take off the armor and show how badly he needs to be loved and cared for. He will thrive off tenderness and care.

In a similar vein, I think Nick is kinda submissive in bed, at least for the first few times. He likes having Sole take the lead, as he's not terribly experienced. He would probably do well with a soft dom partner. As he gains in confidence, he might start taking the lead more, and getting more creative. At an advanced stage in the relationship, you might use a few props, especially his tie, hat, and a set of handcuffs. But at any stage, I think he doesn't want violent/aggressive sex, but rather passionate, affectionate, and explorative.

And finally: I don't think he needs to wear underwear, since he doesn't have any genitals, but he wears underwear anyways because it feels proper to do so. It's just such an ingrained rule from his prewar life that he feels weird not wearing underwear. He wears plain white boxers and an undershirt. They are horribly ragged and stained, but he will not leave home without them on.

There you go, enjoy my utterly unhinged thoughts. I'm sure I can muster up more if someone asks very nicely :)

[bl4ckj4ck]

always

Drift x Ratchet, Phaser (Oc)

Angst, hurt-comfort, alternative universe

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62063335

“Pha-Pha, stay still, or I won’t be able to finish!” Drift playfully growled, his servos gently holding the face of his squirming bitlet. Phaser giggled uncontrollably, showing off the little denta gap that never failed to melt his sire’s spark.

“But it tickles, Daddy!” Phaser chirped, scrunching up his nose ridge as Drift resumed painting his face. The soft strokes of the brush made the sparkling’s still-developing plating bristle, and giggles erupted anew.

Drift could only laugh along, his grip steady as he remained determined to finish the face-paint. The design was red, much like his own markings, but with a touch of Phaser’s unique essence in the pattern. After a while, the bitlet finally closed his optics and allowed him to work without further fuss. But Drift knew better. He noticed the way his little digits fidgeted with his plating and how his legs swung restlessly. Setting the brush down to soak in the solvent, he cleaned his servos with a rag, his sharp optics never leaving his son. Every micro-expression was noted with practiced ease.

“Pha-Pha…” he began softly, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. His tone was gentle, but there was an edge of concern behind it. Phaser hummed in acknowledgment, keeping his optics offline.

“Why are you so nervous, baby?”

“Me not—”

“I’m,” Drift corrected gently.

“I’m not!” Phaser huffed, his bottom lip curling into a pout. His little head-fins drooped ever so slightly, earning an affectionate chuckle from Drift.

“You sure?” he asked again, his voice teasing yet tender as he knelt in front of the sparkling. Phaser didn’t reply, the silence speaking volumes. Drift leaned closer, his expression softening further. “Pha-Pha, my love. You know it’s okay to be nervous, right?”

Phaser onlined his optics, aquamarine pools meeting Drift’s gaze briefly before shifting downward in shy submission. His small servos fidgeted in his lap as he crossed his legs, still swinging them idly. Drift’s spark ached at the familiar sight.

Because it reminded him of someone else.

“It’s just…” Phaser began, his voice faltering as he tried to find the right words. Formulating complex phrases was still new to him, and after a long pause, frustration crept in. Drift reached out, rubbing his back patiently in silent encouragement.

“I don’t know…” the sparkling finally admitted, his tone defeated.

Drift sighed, not out of disappointment, but with the weight of understanding. He gently cupped Phaser’s faceplate in his servos and placed a tender kiss on his chevron. Then, pressing their chevrons together, he held them there for a few moments, letting his digits brush soothingly under Phaser’s optics. Gradually, the bitlet’s erratic vents began to align with his own steady rhythm. Drift’s meditation lessons had not been for nothing; every practice had a purpose.

“It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to say anything now,” he murmured, his voice warm and steady, like a summer breeze calming a storm. Phaser’s spark seemed to ease, and his optics fluttered offline once more. “I hear you, always.”

Phaser nodded faintly, not fully grasping the depth of Drift’s words, but feeling their meaning resonate within him. Slowly, he nuzzled into his father’s plating, much like a turbofox pup seeking comfort. Drift chuckled at the adorable gesture before launching a playful attack, peppering his son’s cheeks with smooches.

“Daddy, no! Pha-Pha tickles!” Phaser squeaked, squirming as giggles poured out of him. Drift growled playfully and scooped him up in a fierce hug, squeezing him tightly in a sudden fit of affectionate “aggression.”

“You’re just too cute to handle,” Drift declared, planting one last exaggerated smooch on Phaser’s cheek—one that nearly turned into a playful chomp.

“Okay, enough. We need to go visit Papa,” Drift finally relented, setting Phaser back on the ground while trying to fix the sparkling’s mussed plating.

“Yes! Me wanna see Papa!” Phaser exclaimed, bouncing with excitement.

Drift sighed dramatically, shaking his head with a small smile. “It’s I want to see Papa, Phaser. I.”

Phaser giggled, unapologetic, as Drift took his hand. Together, they headed off, Phaser’s laughter still ringing like music in Drift’s audials.

Phaser had been quiet. Oddly quiet. But Drift was getting used to it—Phaser always grew nervous when they visited Ratchet. The bitlet would be so excited to tell his Papa about all the adventures he’d been having, yet the weight of the visit always hung heavy in the air.

That’s why it broke Drift’s spark to bring him here. Because, just like him, Phaser missed Ratchet every day and every night. Always.

“Gently, like that. Exactly,” Drift instructed softly as he helped Phaser lower the bucket of glowing energon flowers at the base of Ratchet’s memorial. The bitlet beamed with pride as he carefully arranged the flowers among the flickering lights, his wide smile lighting up his face.

“Papa will love this! Aunty Nautica helped Pha-Pha choose them!” Phaser chirped, craning his neck to look up at the towering hologram of his Papa. The faint, eerie glow of the projection reflected in his bright optics. He leaned in conspiratorially, covering one side of his mouth to whisper—though not very quietly. “Don’t tell Daddy, but Phaser dropped them and cried. But Tica said, ‘No crying!’ and bought new ones!”

“You dropped the ones I bought?” Drift asked, raising an optic ridge.

“Hey! I’m talking to Papa! Don’t listen!” Phaser squeaked indignantly, shoving Drift with all the might his little frame could muster. Naturally, Drift didn’t budge an inch, but he raised his servos in mock surrender and took a step back.

“Alright, alright! I’ll leave, yeesh!” Drift exaggerated his retreat with a dramatic huff, though he didn’t stray too far.

Phaser glared at him for a moment before plopping back down on his aft in front of the memorial.

“Daddy is always listening when me tell him not to,” he muttered, tracing little shapes in the ground with a digit. Then, turning back to the hologram, he began speaking to Ratchet. “He makes Pha-Pha mad sometimes. But then he makes Pha-Pha happy, so he’s not bad.”

Phaser continued, his small voice bubbling with chatter as he told Ratchet about his day-to-day life. “Pha-Pha takes his rations three times a day and brushes his denta like Papa taught me—up and down! I already lost a denta! I’ve been listening to First Aid’s lessons, and Aunt Tica brought me a bunch of datapads the other day—even though Pha-Pha can’t read yet. But Daddy reads them to me before recharge.”

Drift stood nearby, letting Phaser speak without interruption. For a solid ten minutes, the bitlet chattered away, pouring out his thoughts until he finally ran out of things to say. Drift’s mask slipped as he watched his son. His fins drooped, and his optics dimmed. The grief was still so raw, so fresh. Seeing the little treasure Ratchet had left behind mourning in his own innocent way made Drift’s spark ache.

Phaser’s tone softened as he picked a flower from the bucket, twirling it in his small digits. His optics fixed on the memorial, and his voice grew quiet. “You know, I heard Daddy crying the other night. He really misses Papa. I do too. A lot.”

Phaser’s gaze dropped to the flower in his hands, his voice trembling. “When will you come back, Papa? I miss you. I want you to come home so we can hide from the monsters under my berth and tell stories…”

The words broke as coolant tears started streaming down Phaser’s little faceplate. His vents hitched, and he desperately tried to wipe the tears away, but his sobs overtook him.

Drift was there in an instant, scooping him up and holding him close. “Oh, oh, oh, Pha-Pha. Baby, it’s okay,” he murmured, rocking him gently and rubbing circles on his back. Phaser clung to his neck cables, his tiny frame trembling with sobs that rattled Drift’s own spark. Drift’s optics moistened, his grief spilling over with his son’s.

“I want Papa! I want to go with Papa!” Phaser cried, his voice breaking.

“No, baby. Papa is in a place we can’t go yet—especially not you,” Drift replied, his voice tender even as tears streaked his own faceplate.

“Why?!”

“Because he wants you to stay here and live a happy life before joining him,” Drift explained, settling on the ground with Phaser still in his arms. He cupped the bitlet’s face in his servos, wiping away the tears with gentle strokes. “It’s okay, baby. Vent with me, like we practiced. In—out. Follow me. In—and out.”

Shaking, Phaser tried to match his father’s rhythm, though hiccups interrupted him. He clung to Drift’s wrists, his tiny claws digging in as the overwhelming pain in his spark slowly began to ebb.

“That’s it, my love. Just like that. You’re doing so well. So, so well,” Drift praised softly, coaxing him through the process.

Minutes passed, and finally, Phaser’s sobs quieted, leaving him drained and snuggled into Drift’s embrace. His sniffles punctuated the silence as Drift gently scratched behind his head fins, soothing him.

“Me miss him,” Phaser whispered hoarsely, his small voice filled with sorrow.

“I know, baby. I miss him too,” Drift murmured, pressing a kiss to his chevron. “But you know what comforts me?”

“What?” Phaser asked, his voice barely audible.

“That he’s always with us,” Drift said, tapping a claw against Phaser’s spark chamber. “As long as we carry him here, Papa will always be with us.”

Phaser looked down at his chest, pressing his tiny servos over the plating to feel the thrum of his own spark. He sniffled again, his optics lifting to meet Drift’s with a glimmer of hope.

“Papa’s here,” he whispered, his tone tinged with wonder.

“That’s right. And as long as you keep him there, he’ll always be with you, little star,” Drift reassured, brushing away the last of his tears. “Now, what do you say we head back? Nautica told me she made your favorite energon treats, and everyone is waiting for you.”

A small smile broke across Phaser’s lips as he nodded, earning another affectionate smooch from Drift before he stood, still cradling the bitlet close.

As they walked back home, Phaser swore he felt a warm touch on his helm—and a soft whisper in his audials.

Always.

[spideyhexx]

sam woodbridge fact sheet

a long overdo list of random facts for sam (an OC), enjoy <3

Samuel Alexis Woodbridge (s.a.w., yes those are his initials)

age range 26-29 ish??? Never discussed, but this is what I have been envisioning.

Pitcher for the Yankees (undetermined on the team, but that's what we last talked about)(his number is 47)

Has four sisters, two younger, two older.

Originally from a small town in Maine, but now permanently lives in NYC

Has one earring and a nose ring (both silver)

one time got a tongue piercing on his off season and loved it

His teammates gave him the nickname, "Woody," yes because of his name, but also because he got a boner in the middle of practice when he was a rookie and he hasn't lived it down since

Went to college, played baseball there, but also majored in sports journalism and minored in fine arts

Was usually deemed a class clown in school, was a theater kid in high school just for fun

Deep sleeper

Loves taking pictures with a digital camera

Super talkative. Sam is outgoing and friendly, just loves conversation and new people

Love languages are physical touch and quality time

Will be a full on slut for you

Any and all photoshoots of him have a silly vibe

JUST A SILLY GUY!!! He doesn't take himself too seriously, and sometimes he's okay with knowing when to tone it down and be serious, but once in a while, misses the cue on when to stop and actually be serious

Absolutely loves Sabrina Carpenter's music, but otherwise, most of his music is all from the 90s in a variety of different genres

Dresses casually, lot of jeans, t shirts, sweaters, crewnecks, henleys, etc. A good baseball cap, sneakers or work type boots.

Sends voice notes and middle of the day selfies no matter what he's doing

Shuts down during arguments and has a little trouble communicating in those high emotion moments, which leads to ignoring the situation for a little bit

Which also leads to him brushing off some emotions he's feeling and using humor instead

He is online and a fan favorite of the team

Was always an athletic guy

Is an Eagle Scout

Did a manscaped ad once

His family has iconic christmas parties

Penguins are his favorite animal

Only into baseball, he doesn't care for any other sport (besides maybe mini-golf and bowling)

Loves tender love-biting (reciprocating and receiving)

An overdramatic man when he has a minuscule cold

Got his nose ring piercing because his sister was scared to get his ear pierced and he made the deal he'd get a piercing with her

His favorite snack is three oreos

has texted "prepare your panties," on multiple occasions

Huge hsm2 fan

looks like a fuckboy sometimes, but he's nowhere near that, he really is just a sweet guy

muttering tiktok audios 7 times out of 10

More dominant than submissive in bed, but only focused on both him and his partner having a good time

One time shaved his hair into a buzzcut and bleached it like his other teammates, but never again after his family's (and you's) reaction

Curses a lot (favorites are; fuck, motherfucker, dickhole)

Will make a tiktok with his friends and partner

definition of gentlemen in the streets, freak in the sheets

[speaknow-sw]

need your thoughts on mean daddy james kelly 😩

Strict routines and schedules: James runs a tight ship at home. He expects you to follow a strict daily routine, with set times for chores, meals, and free time. Deviating from this schedule can lead to punishment.

Constant surveillance: Living with James means being under constant scrutiny. He keeps a close eye on your every move, monitoring your texts, calls, and online activities. He expects to know your whereabouts at all times.

Regular check-ins and reports: Throughout the day, James demands frequent check-ins from you. You must account for your time, actions, and thoughts. These check-ins can feel intrusive and controlling.

Consistent reminders of her role: James frequently reminds you of your role as his submissive, obedient partner. He reinforces the idea that your purpose is to serve and satisfy him in all things.

Unexpected punishments: Even small infractions or perceived slights can lead to immediate and harsh punishments. You must walk on eggshells to avoid upsetting James.

Intense emotional rollercoasters: Life with James means living on an emotional edge. His moods swing rapidly between tenderness and cruelty, leaving you in a constant state of uncertainty.

Physical intimacy as a reward: James uses physical affection and intimacy as a tool to reinforce good behavior. You craves his touch and approval, making youhighly motivated to obey.

Isolation: Over time, James has isolated you from friends and family, leaving you more dependent on him. Your world has shrunk to revolve solely around his needs and desires.

Strict and demanding: James has high expectations for your behavior and obedience. He expects you to follow his rules to the letter, punishing you harshly when she disobeys.

Believes in tough love: While his methods are often painful and frightening, James genuinely cares for you. He sees his punishments as necessary for your growth and to keep you in line.

Possessive and controlling: James is intensely possessive of you. He sees you as his property, to be used and disciplined as he sees fit. Your body and pleasure belong to him.

Likes to assert dominance sexually: James takes great pleasure and arousal from dominating you sexually. He enjoys overpowering you, making you submit to his every whim and desire.

Believes in the importance of ass play: For James, dominating and using your ass is particularly important. He sees it as a way to claim your most intimate, private place.

Can be cruel and mocking: When punishing you, James can be verbally abusive and mocking. He enjoys putting you down and making you feel small.

Has a secret soft side, hidden deep: Beneath all the cruelty and dominance, there's a small, secret soft side to James. It only comes out when Evelyn has proven her devotion and obedience beyond a shadow of a doubt. But it's rare and hard-won.

Passionate and affectionate: Behind closed doors, James is a loving and affectionate partner. He showers you with kisses, caresses, and whispered praise when you please him.

Dirty talk master: James is a master of dirty talk, always ready with filthy words to get you aroused and in the mood. His bedroom voice is low, rough, and dripping with lust.

Loves to appreciate your body: He takes every opportunity to compliment and admire your curves, your softness, your sexiness. He loves to run his hands over your body, worshipping every inch of you.

Generous with rewards: When you’re a good girl and follows his rules, James is generous with rewards. He loves spoiling you with gifts, fancy dinners, and intense, pleasurable intimate moments.

Creative with playtime: James keeps your sex life exciting and fresh by trying new things in the bedroom. He loves surprising you with toys, lingerie, and sexy scenarios to keep you on your toes. (literally)

Loves to cuddle after: After intimate moments, James pulls you close, wrapping his strong arms around you and holding you tight. He loves to bask in the afterglow, stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings.

Into role-playing and fantasies: James encourages you to express your deepest, darkest fantasies. He loves to role-play scenarios that allow you both to explore your desires in a intimate space.

Loves power dynamics: James is particularly drawn to role-play scenarios that emphasize power dynamics, where he can take on a dominant role. He enjoys playing bosses, cops, teachers, or any figure of authority.

Into forbidden fruit: He has a weakness for taboo and forbidden scenarios, like playing a stranger in a public place, a friend's partner, or an ex who wants to reclaim you forcefully.

Enjoys age play: James gets a thrill from age gap role-plays, often taking on the role of a much older, experienced lover to your naive, innocent character.

Focuses on storytelling: He's not just about the physical act, but also loves to build a narrative leading up to the intimate encounter. James spends time setting the scene, describing the context and backstory.

Likes to keep it real: While he enjoys fantasies, James also likes to keep his role-plays grounded in reality. The scenarios are naughty but possible, blurring the line between fantasy and reality.

Appreciates Evelyn's creativity: James is always excited to hear your own ideas for role-plays. He loves when you takes the initiative to suggest scenarios, showing your own creativity and desire.

Uses role-play as foreplay: For James, role-play is an extended form of foreplay. He builds anticipation with the back-and-forth dialogue and emotional connection before transitioning to the physical intimacy.

Makes it personal: To make the role-play feel authentic, James ties the scenario into their real-life relationship. The characters might reference your actual names, personalities, and history together.

Loves to improvise: While he enjoys planning out scenarios, James is also a master improviser. He can think on his feet and seamlessly weave your off-the-cuff comments and reactions into the role-play.

THANK YOU NONNIE I HAD THESE IN MY DRAFTS SINCE FOREVER 😭🫶🏻😋

[shipcestuous]

Liebeskind 2005 (f/d) (submission)

Hey Shipcestuous. ShipCestFan here. Didn’t see LIebeskind on your master list, so thought I would mention it in case you want to post on blog and add to lists.

The terrific German actor, Anna Fischer, plays 17-year old Alma Schone, who decides to confront her 40-something, physician father who had left her and her mother when Alma was twelve. Now back in town from being a traveling physician all over the world, Dr. Fred Schone agrees to see his daughter in his office. The meeting starts out tense but ends warmly with the two deciding to continue to see each other.

Father and daughter begin spending time together, catching up on the last five years. And in the process, both realize a growing attraction to each other. Anna begins to discreetly flirt and tease her father, and although he seems reluctant to respond, he also doesn’t stop it. In almost every scene, the flirting and teasing grows, with father and daughter playing a bit of a cat-n-mouse game.

Fred invites his daughter over to his place, and Alma makes her move. She kisses her father, but his reaction is not that which she had hoped. Tension builds between father and daughter through the rest of the film, particularly when Anna’s mother tells her that her father is a player. And that tension between father and daughter finally comes to a head when Anna finds herself back at her father’s place – just the two of them again – and this time, he admits his feelings but also tells her that he is leaving to go abroad once more. Where do the father and daughter go from here?

I couldn’t help feel like this 2005 movie was perhaps a semi-autobiographical account of the director’s life. Wikipedia indicates that the film was the director’s final project in film school, so it makes you wonder if the film is near and dear to her? The film has a very intimate and personal feel to it and I felt like I was a third-wheel sitting with father and daughter, observing all of their intimate moments. The acting is top-notch, and the viewer can feel the emotions cursing through, both, father and daughter. Both actors are Masters at expressing their thoughts and feelings with simple expressions.

I felt like the subtitled dialogue on the version I watched (a long time ago) was a bit choppy and discombobulated. Maybe some of the tender moments got lost in translation. But overall, I was very glad to have found and watched this film. The cestship is evident from the beginning and only gets stronger throughout the film. I don’t see it streaming on any major services at the moment but I’m certain I watched it online at some point so if one looks hard enough, they can find it.

My final thought on the film is this: In a separate post I made a while back, I stated that when men want to make a movie about cestship, they make porn. When women want to make a movie about a cestship, it’s often a deeply emotional film that is densely layered but often satisfying. This is one such film and I applaud the Director, Jeanette Wagner, for pushing boundaries and creating a fine film in the process.

Here are some GIFs from the film with my comments for clarity. Apologies for the ‘edit’ button but I had to combine some GIFs into one to reduce how many I had. I’m going GIF crazy! LOL! Ofc, I always leave it to you and your call as to how you want to post these? How many to submit or if to submit at all? I’m just trying to add to your collection and help support your blog! :) As always, if you rather not post something, I’m okay with that!

[v4mp-doll]

Albert Wesker headcanons!! 👾

this bitch has been in my mind for way too long, so now is the moment i just talk about him online.

mind a couple things:

these are headcanon for a wesker in a normal life au, where is yes still kind of an asshole, but also kinda softer? like he hasn’t been through the traumas (spencer) and all, so yeah, he can love and prove emotions?? also this has parts that include a romantic relationship between wesker and you? idk. also there’s nsfw

so=significant other

i might have done some grammar mistakes or a mess with the usage of the adjective used for his so, since i tried to use they/them, but sometimes i might have used you.

edit: i’ve taken my time and i tried to fix all my typos etc. hoping that i found ‘em all *pokémon theme starts playing*

this man is pan, he doesn’t care about the gender or the physical aspect of who he’s dating, he just wants them to be smart enough to be interesting (in his opinion). i feel like he would dislike unintelligent people because he feels like they aren’t trying enough.

he loves pet names. i feel like he would use them for call his so ALL the time but when he wants to start a serious conversation.

if his so isn’t american, he would probably try to learn their culture and maybe also their language (he would absolutely learn pet names in said language because he finds cute how his lover react when he uses them). knowing him, he would probably learn the new language easily, and would be also good at it. with his accent, yes, but with proper grammar and vocabulary. he also would like to visit his so’s country both to see where they grew up and to see the biggest attractions said country offers (i am italian, and i usually picture this with him visiting my small and empty town but also milan, rome, venice, florence, naples etc.).

he chose his s.t.a.r.s. career over his umbrella’s one. in re0 he’s defined something like «practical Al», so i think that despite liking biology and generally science, he would find himself more comfortable with a career where he can spend his energies in a constructive way.

he’s rich, but doesn’t like bragging about it. he has a big house, a very nice car but tends to live very simply, spoiling himself just for particular occasions. that can’t be said for his so, who he likes spending money on. like, they would be so embarrassed because they would feel like using him, while he’s like that meme that goes «i like seeing women spending my money». after a while he just decides to not going through the same process of «you really don’t have to» and starts to buy things and then make them appear between his lover’s properties. he loves buying them clothing he thinks they would look good into.

he’s jealous af. he doesn’t throw jealousy fits in public, but when he feels someone is trying to get too close to his so (like someone getting flirty in public), he would magically appear near them, slipping his hand around their waist and kissing their head. and if he feels like they’re getting closer than he likes to someone, he would probably just go berserk on them, throwing them on the bed and reminding them whose person they are property of.

with jealousy it comes also possession. he loves to show everyone that they are his. so in public he would probably always have his arm around their waist or his hand on their knee.

he’s a dom. also a pretty kinky one. despite not disliking sweet and tender sex, he like an animalistic one more. he has many kinks (breeding, cnc, dacryphilia, bondage and i could go on for hours) and likes experimenting. but he’s also very attentive to his lover, makes sure they have a safe word for anything (also non-verbal ones) and that they are always having a good time. his after care is very simple, but he makes sure his lover is cleared and that they know it was all an act. he likes submission, but also like people who rebel: he’s definitely a brat tamer.

i’ve already said this, but i repeat it again: he’s a girl dad. with his children he’s very attentive, and despite being a little in difficulty with showing affection in a way a child can comprehend (which is a very direct one, not the subtle one he can show to his lover and few friends), he’s still a great dad and he’s very present in their life despite all the things he has to do (i am sorry jake that you live in canon and not in my mind).

alone together time!! he’s working, his so is minding their own business, but their are in the same room and this comforts him.

he doesn’t tell, but he cherishes all his s.t.a.r.s. colleagues, and considers them friends.

he likes non-sexual intimacy, like making his so shave him.

he has tons of beauty products and loves skincare (he doesn’t admit he’s getting older and wants to gaslight himself that he isn’t in his 40s/50s/60s).

i can’t imagine any of his relationships not having an age gap, so, yes, there’s an age gap.

he likes cooking and experimenting with cuisine.

he reads a lot, and has his own personal library.

he loves hanging out with birkin, and since they barely see each other, they organize this big and embarrassing foursome dates, with his so and annette being so embarrassed at first, but warming up later on.

he doesn’t believe in god, despite this he’s sherry’s godfather.

he is extremely sensitive to light, this is why he wears sunglasses. he takes them off only in his office and in his home, both places where the blinds are shut and the lights are very dim.

okay, for now it’s over.

for now.

[nationaltender]

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[badlywritingmagazine]

What We're Looking For

Thank you for your submissions so far! They have made a few people very happy. We’re excited to share them with you, and until then, want to put names-to-faces, so to speak, following our invitation to submit. The hope is that this post helps you imagine more things to submit.

1. Letters of any type

Before Spare Rib and the rest, the early women’s liberation movement had open-access newsletters. Any woman could write in, regardless of her tone, form or education, and publicise an opinion, event, or respond to other letters.

WBM accepts letters of any form or tone. They may be previously published online or elsewhere. We won’t publish every letter, but it will likely be printed if it says something interesting, powerful, or for the first time. 

Letters are not eligible for payment, but the most interesting letter of the issue will receive a prize. 

Letters may contain opinions, thoughts, concerns, anecdotes, anecdata, folk healthcare knowledge, congratulations and praise for actions and activism, announcements, including announcements of events or groups, correspondence to the agony aunt (yes really), or short reviews of books and other media of transfeminist interest. 

There is no word limit per se, but we anticipate letters between 100 and 1000 words. 

Letters may be sent by email (writingbadlymag snail gmail punkt com).

2. Essays

Two essays we have accepted for publication thus far, to give you some idea of what we’re looking for, have included: 

Transfeminist domesticities

In this essay, the author reapproaches feminist questions regarding the household with the trans woman in mind. She asks, among other things, How can we resist the spinster/bachelorisation of trans women? How can we live in greater community and solidarity with other trans women in the world as it stands? What is the role of the household in a transfeminist movement, and What would it mean to live as a household of one?

Towards a Transfeminist sex negativity

In this annotated dialogue, the authors recontextualise narratives of sexuality in the lives of transgender women. Drawing on recent writing by transgender women and personal experiences, they ask how we can better serve transgender women at risk.

Other essays to look forward to include topics such as notes towards a transfeminist dictionary, new networks of power and the British state, and decolonial transfeminisms. 

3. Methods

If you are doing transfeminist community work or similar, we would love to hear how. For example, the forthcoming issue will include a method on transfeminist consciousness-raising practices from activists in Scotland. 

We will include in the first issue any methods we have used towards the aim of low-cost, community publishing. 

4. Creative writing

We have described WBM as a new journal of letters on the subject of transmisogyny and transfeminism. However, do not read this in a strictly traditional, non-fiction sense. Creative writing is welcomed. The invitation to submit was very essay-forward, so this is underlined here. 

We will publish work by transgender women (&similar) and of transfeminist interest in which we can see critical, novel or well-refined approaches, literary merit, the development of the writer’s practice, and craftfulness. 

Additionally, we want to publish creative writing which is unlikely to be well-received by invitations to submit targeted at trans or queer writers due to its critical nature of trans and queer (and indeed trans female) writing or people. A published example of a text like this would be Amy Marvin’s enjambment bonanza poem Hey Guys, which draws a heavy line between myopic trans space organisers and the empire which enables their soft-and-tender politics. 

5. Relevant scholarly work of any sort

A woman is a good thing to be. We can say this without qualification. A woman is a good thing to become, as a statement too, requires no qualification. You would be hard-pressed, however, to find scholarly work which supposes it can speak for the lives of transgender women in which these are core premises.

WBM exists because trans female lives and subjectivities in their own right are worthwhile sites of thought and worthwhile origins for study. Women’s studies birthed feminist work in every field of study. When we are asking questions like Is there a transfeminine way of looking? or Do we have obligations against transing history? you are being asked to consider trans female life, transfeminism, and trans female subjectivities as fruitful and worthy of attention and defence.

Send us things that wouldn’t make it elsewhere, that would be butchered by most editors, yes. But also ask what an unflinchingly transfeminist response to some of the questions (or lack thereof) in your field of study is.

We have used the names magazine and journal interchangeably to indicate that we welcome academic work, but that we have no obligations to the academy, and intend to publish very readable work. WBM exists because we believe in an anti-institutional, decolonial transfeminism and its potential for a similar ’trans female studies.’ We must be always agents of our obligations against the university as the site of the production of whiteness.

6. Translations

If you are an able translator and want to share an extract of a transfeminist text not written in English, then let’s talk. We would be more than willing to do the leg work of writing to authors and publishers and obtaining the permissions. Similarly, book report-style essays on non-English language books are also welcomed. (What’s Pauline Clochec up to these days?)

7. Other forms

An annotated dialogue really isn’t an essay. If you have writing of any form not listed above, do consider submitting it. Form is no barrier, and we left the first part of the invitation to submit silent on a number of formal questions specifically to invite form-bending. 

There are no strict word limits to any form above and will approach each text individually. 

The deadline to receive first drafts remains the 31st of December, 2024, and all submissions received after this will be deferred until the next issue. Submitters are encouraged to (and will be loved and thanked greatly by editors if they) get submissions in early; the hard deadline for final drafts is not long after the final submission deadline of the 31st of December.

Remember that the use of pseudonyms is possible if desired. Submissions may be sent by email (editor snailsymbol badly dot press).

With love as always, 

Editor

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[globalflexinternational]

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**Supply and Delivery of Stationery Tenders: ** 

Global Flex International operates on a global scale. We are seeking reliable suppliers who can fulfil the supply and delivery of stationery items. we encourage you to participate in our tender and become part of our supply chain network.

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Whether you're a large corporation or a small-scale enterprise, we welcome your participation in our tender. Our goal is to create a diverse and inclusive supplier base that reflects the rich tapestry of the global business community. Your unique offerings and capabilities are what make you stand out, and we encourage you to showcase them in your bid.

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Our tender notice for the supply of stationery items covers a wide range of products, including office stationery, school supplies, and more. We invite suppliers to submit bids for the supply of stationery items that meet our quality standards and specifications. From pens and paper to folders and file organizers, we are looking for suppliers who can deliver excellence in every aspect of stationery supply.

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The deadline for submission is fast approaching, so don't delay – purchase the tender documents today and start preparing your bid. This is your chance to make a lasting impression and secure a valuable contract with Global Flex International. We look forward to receiving your bid and potentially forging a successful partnership together.

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[cosmicanger]

What could the pastel-coated aestheticization of violence on social media, the Israeli army, and anime fandoms possibly have in common? For centuries, Western art and media have used aesthetic devices to present horrific realities through a beautifying glass. With the widespread use of digital media, this practice has entered the virtual sphere, where memes—often verbally aggressive or cynical—are translated into tender and cute aesthetics, pastel colors, and lovely characters like Mimmy or Charmmy Kitty, adorned with hearts and ribbons and marked by pretty fonts. Some gifs or graphics are turned into purchasable pins and socks displaying messages such as “Please Die” framed in a pink heart or the meme “We are going to beat you to death” surrounded by plushies. Suddenly, what first appeared to be rude and corrosive now seems incredibly sweet and mild.

At first glance, I dismissed the memes as insignificant and harmless, but as I delved deeper, I discovered a whole ecosystem of microcultures and living digital fauna. Exploring this pink world, “cuteness” became my guiding light, leading me to discover hidden secrets—the dark underbelly of the “happycore aesthetic” that is far from its positive image of a wholesome, safe space: the unsettling, triggering “traumacore.”

Left and center: The combination of cute images and violent content can not only be found in online meme culture but is even turned into purchasable goods. (Sources: now deleted @baybmode Instagram account and @candyxcorpse Instagram account) Right: “Traumacore” memes push these aesthetics even to experiences of trauma and abuse. (Source: Posted by Kaffenia on fandom.com)

Kawaii

The Japanese Kawaii culture—based on the term “Kawaii” which means “cute” or “adorable”—originated in Japan during the 1970s primarily through the use of low-cost stationery goods and childlike handwriting, and it quickly became popular among students as a means of self-expression. Author Kumiko Sato in her book “From Hello Kitty to Cod Roe Kewpie: A Postwar Cultural History of Cuteness in Japan” argues that cuteness emerged as a response to the rigid and hierarchical society of post-World War II Japan. As political and social awareness began to shift in the 1960s and 1970s, mass media and the commodification of goods began to dominate and shape lifestyles, leading to an irreversible phenomenon of consumerism that impacted people’s mindsets, habits, and lifestyles.

In 1974, Sanrio, a company specializing in character creation and marketing, was founded in Japan, and its most recognizable character Hello Kitty made her debut on a vinyl coin purse. The company’s founder, Shintaro Tsuji, believed their characters had an inherent relational value justifying their mass production: “They delight, they express people’s sentiments, they foster friendships, they put smiles on faces.” Since then, the “cute” craze has captured the hearts of millions worldwide.

Kawaii culture began to gain popularity in the West during the 1990s, when the rise of globalization and the spread of capitalism helped to make Japanese pop culture more accessible to Western audiences. With its emphasis on cuteness, innocence, and childlike behavior, this surge can be seen as a reaction to the cultural shift, offering an alternative to the more aggressive and masculine cultural norms of the time. In the West, young people in particular, used the Kawaii aesthetic as a way to express themselves and their individuality, rejecting mainstream cultural norms and embracing a more playful and lighthearted approach to life.

“The 1990s saw the emergence of the girl power movement [...] which challenged the dominant cultural narrative that women should be submissive and subordinate to men.”

At the same time, the 1990s saw the emergence of the girl power movement—emphasizing female empowerment, independence, and representation—which challenged the dominant cultural narrative that women should be submissive and subordinate to men. The rise of consumer culture in the 1990s enabled the marketing and selling of girl-power-themed products, which was closely linked to the rise of neoliberal capitalism. While this commercialization made girl power a profitable industry for corporations and media companies, it also depoliticized the movement, shifting the focus away from a collective social change towards individual empowerment and market-driven values, often targeting young girls to express their individuality through consumption rather than collective action or political engagement.

Indeed, my whole childhood in Milan, Italy, during the 1990s was heavily influenced by the Western hyperconsumerism of the time and led by “Pink totalitarianism.” As an only child, I found comfort in my collection of gel pens, pastel ribbons, and hair pins in matching cotton candy shades of pink—a color that has always attracted my attention with its cute and charming qualities. Objects that embody cuteness and vulnerability evoke a deep emotional attachment within me, inspiring an instinct to cherish and protect them. To me, Kawaii serves as a poignant metaphor for the universal human experience of vulnerability, expressed through the act of seeking comfort in objects that affirm our needs. As I accumulated mass-produced mechanical pencils and fancy decorative stickers, I realized that what I sought to comfort and adorn was my own vulnerability.

Returning to the digital realm, the Kawaii culture continues to spawn a plethora of fandoms, private collections, and routines that fosters a sense of belonging and self-representation within specific online communities that identify themselves under its principles and aesthetics.

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[siren-darkocean]

People sharing fic prompts/drafts?

I shall join!

Prompt from an unwritten chapter of Hopeful Light in Flames

Brought to you by, my lack of stretch of Bionicle media due to being poor af and unable to get the novelizations while not having enough time to read online postings of the books and Mata Nui being short in Glatorian terms canon wise despite he's the tallest in The Legend Reborn movie

Ackar raised a brow ridge noticing something different now with his head more clear now. "Did you get shorter?" He asked the Great Spirit.

Mata Nui shrugged his shoulders a bit, "I heard that the, I think the term that was used was called 'submissive' in a relationship," Ackar bit his tongue to not burst out in a belly laugh at that, "are mainly the shorter partner so I thought when reforming my body to make myself a little shorter than you." Mata Nui explained to the veteran Glatorian.

"And before you ask I heard that from unintentionally eavesdropping on a random conversation between the Ignika and Matoro." Mata Nui quickly added making Ackar let out a small chuckle.

Ackar shook his head while still chuckling a bit, "I mean, yeah but I could care less about your height." He told Mata Nui who had a slight pink blush underneath his Kanoi.

Mata Nui's blue eyes drifted to the side, "G-Good to know." He stuttered slightly while avoiding eye contact with Ackar.

Ackar smiled softly as he pulled Mata Nui close to his chest. "Well at least with us being alone now, I can do this without anyone watching to interrupt us." The veteran Glatorian said.

Mata Nui raised a brow at that before Ackar brought his face closer to his. Immediately his once slight pink blush turned as the red on Ackar's armor and Tahu's Kanoi Hau.

Ackar chuckled a bit at the sight before he rested his forehead against Mata Nui's who relaxed a bit and closed his eyes at the tender affection. "I missed you, so much." Ackar spoke quietly in a gentle whisper. "I'm glad because at least that means I can still do this." Mata Nui said as he pressed his lips against Ackar's which the said veteran Glatorian kissed him back immediately while bringing a hand to cradle the side of Mata Nui's face.