#female suit

[monkeyssalad-blog]

BMW 600 by Vintage Cars & People Via Flickr: Two middle-aged ladies posing with a BMW microcar in a city street in summertime. A fellow reading a road map and a child can be seen sitting inside the vehicle. The BMW 600 was a four-seater developed from the smaller Isetta model. Country of origin: Germany

[kosmickaijuu]

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 😎

• Model : Mama Milktea @ Faerie

[queendemilovatic]

[sketchonista]

Nina Ricci SS24 shot backstage at Paris Fashionweek

[housecow]

someone on a big boob help forum told me to try yitty… this is a 5x 😭

[girlfromhvn]

how i need him suit n all ~

[datcravat]

In the name of Hades, I'll punish you!

[hamoodmood]

more military men/ bondage kink moodboards pls? ❤️

Sure, anything for you 🫡

[pinbones]

I've seen a few posts about women and pants now and many of them are very good, and not to nitpick those posts or downplay religious sexism or anything, but I have to emphasise:

Somebody who DOESN'T live in a controlling religious country/cult/family is also affected by sexism. We all know that, right? Secular parts of the first world also have opinions about how women dress, including when it comes to trousers, especially in childhood and in institutions like schools and the workplace

Me and many people my age (20s) remember being forced into skirts, punished and shamed by parents & teachers & peers & possibly then bosses about what we wear not being feminine enough, and it wasn't by deeply religious sects. Many updates to dress codes are very new and sexist views are still in place in many institutions. Normalised societal misogyny wants women (and people they want to treat as women) to dress femininely, down to what KIND of pants they're allowed to wear (compare a pink top and jeggings to mens jeans and tell me these two women are treated the same. Hating women in pantsuits is still a sexist office joke today, and even those outfits are feminine compared to male suits, which raise eyebrows when worn by women). The women I know who wear trousers regularly are literally otherwise feminine, and all wear dresses to events.

I know trousers have become much more normalised over the past few decades in secular society (yay!! the result of many many years of effort and lawbreaking) but let's not be absolute when we talk about the pants concept lol. Especially within a larger conversation about female/transmasc/intersex/transfem masculinity and social perceptions, especially in an age of rising fascism

[happy74827]

Butterflies

[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You know you’re screwed when you feel them fluttering in your chest {GIF Creds: jeysuso}.

WC: 717

Category: Fluff

For all my Harvey lovers out there, I made a cute fluffy quickie (I’m seeing a lot of my fics being swarmed with love so why not add to it 🤗)

『••✎••』

It happened over a bottle of bourbon. A spilled bottle, actually. But a bottle of bourbon nonetheless, and that is important to note.

You didn’t mean to spill the alcohol all over your date, but he had made some comment about how you shouldn't be wearing a dress with a plunging neckline, so you just… happened to tip the entire thing over him.

The man was furious, of course, but he left pretty quickly after that. And you were left with a mess on the floor and a waiter hovering at the side, asking if you wanted another bottle.

You told him no. You just wanted to go home.

You didn't want a new date; you didn't want to sit at this stupid table with the stupid white tablecloth, the stupid, gaudy candlesticks, or the stupid waiter with the stupid, expectant look on his face.

"Miss?"

"No, thank you," you say, a little more firmly, gathering up your things and leaving as much cash as you can on the table. If you were smart, you'd have brought an umbrella, but you're not smart, so you'll just get drenched like an idiot.

But, fortunately for you, the person calling your name knew you well enough to know you weren’t that smart.

Before a drop of water could even hit your hair, a tall, dark figure steps out in front of you and blocks the downpour. Some might consider this a gentlemanly action, but you knew the man, and he was hardly ever gentle.

"You're welcome," Harvey says, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You're a pain," you reply, but you're grateful for the cover.

"And you're dateless. So, I see two options: we can have dinner and a drink back at my place, or we can do dinner and a drink back at mine."

You can't help but laugh. "Did you use this on Scottie? I see why she left. That line was bad."

"You're not going to ask how I knew you were here?"

"Nope. You probably had Louis stalk me."

"Don't talk about the puppy like that."

"So you did have him stalk me!"

"I prefer the term 'make sure you were alright,'" Harvey replies, and he holds out his arm to you. "Guy was a douche. Let me buy you dessert to make up for it. And I don’t mean in the biblical sense, although that can be arranged, too, if you'd like."

"Harvey, you’re such—"

You turned to him, ready to tell him exactly what you thought of him, but the words died when you met his eyes. Those same eyes that allured you into taking his offer at Pearson Hardman. The same eyes that made you agree to work with him on the case despite your better judgment.

In a flash, you saw the whole thing: your first meeting, the cases, the laughs, the looks, the touches. And now, the moment.

When you were younger, the term butterflies had never really made sense to you. The idea of feeling them in your stomach seemed ridiculous, and yet, there you were, feeling them for the very first time.

They were all fluttering around inside of you, and all you could think was, "Oh, no."

And as if the universe had heard you, it suddenly stopped raining, and you both stood there in the middle of the street, the moon casting a warm light on your faces.

Harvey noticed it, too, and his expression softened. His usual cockiness was replaced with a gentle concern. "You okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip. "Yeah."

Harvey reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his hand lingering a moment longer than it needed to. He gave you that signature grin and asked, "You look like a velvet cake kind of girl. Am I right?"

He was right.

Goddamnit, he was right.

And as he swaddled you in his coat to keep you warm as you both went back inside, the anger and confusion you felt earlier melted into a quiet, warm glow.

Date night had not gone according to plan, but when his lips met yours and your hands slid through his soft, brown hair, you realized that, perhaps, sometimes, it was good to deviate from the plan.

The butterflies seemed to agree.

[gentle-hero-blog]

Actually wait ok i'm not done. i'm actually so serious abt this. I think that a large part of the reason i got attached to metroid when i was younger is because it was the first media i discovered where the main female character was allowed to look like this:

and like. people thought she was cool. BOYS thought she was cool and I had never seen boys think a female character was cool before, much less want to be like one. she had all these interesting traits that I had only ever seen in male characters (person of few words, calm and ruthless bounty hunter persona, highly respected for skill, her appearance isn't mentioned Ever, etc etc). and that was formative for me and my relationship to gender i think

[sketchonista]

Kinyan Lam SS25 shot at Paris Fashionweek

[stormyoceans]

THE NIPPLE PLAY AND TIDDY SQUEEZE.....

[princessedesfleursss]

HSE1

Pairing: harvey specter x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: p in v, sex, oral receiving (female), several orgasms, age gap, maybe typos

You’re done with your pilates class for the morning and you head back to your apartment. A matcha smoothie in hand and a neatly rolled baby pink yoga mat slung on your shoulder with your plush pink bag. Harvey watched you from the gap between his window. He signaled Ray to drop him off at the bakery below your apartment. He had to pay you a surprise visit to ask you why you weren’t at work this morning or even ask if you were planning on dropping by the office later in the day. 

He watched as you punched the code and went inside. Assuming you were a safe distance from seeing him, he entered the bakery to get your favorite muffins and a bagel for himself, before moving onto the door opposite to the bakery to punch the same numbers you did to enter. 

Meanwhile, you had dropped your things on the dining table, and slipped off of your workout clothes ready to have a steaming shower. Harvey gave it some time before he entered your apartment with the key you had given him. Unbeknownst to you, he sat on your sofa and enjoyed his bagel, helped himself to some coffee and waited till you came out of the shower. 

After the refreshing shower you wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel and walked over the kitchen hoping to pour yourself some orange juice. You stopped short and a gasp slipped your lips to see him sitting, a smug smile lining his lips.

“Missed me sweetheart?” the question came out cocky but loving and you grinned back at him. 

Holding your towel to your chest, you replied, “Not really.”

He got up from where he was seated and unbuttoned his blazer, leaving it haphazardly on the sofa. You let him take his sweet time as he walked over to you awfully slow, making sure to loosen his tie and fold the sleeves of his crisp shirt. 

“Oh so you meant to say that you don’t want me here?” Harvey asks as he cages you to the kitchen top with his hands on either sides of your body. He leans in, almost playfully and sends his warm breath down your neck as he nuzzles softly the pillar of your neck. 

This sends goosebumps down your body. You let go of holding your towel, praying that it’ll hold still and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Mhmm, that’s exactly what I’m saying Mr. Specter.”

Harvey gulps down the urge to fuck you right there. Your angelic voice saying it like that, no way he could keep his hands to himself. He needed you right now, right here and he was going to have you no matter what. You on the other hand were not all too oblivious to what you were doing to him. You knew you had the arrogant lawyer wrapped around your pinky and you were going to wind him exactly how you wanted him to have you. 

“But you could change my mind by showing me how much I need you,” you whispered back as you pulled him into you, “And then I might actually say I wanted you here.”

Harvey could feel the heat resonate off your body. There was just one material separating your heavenly body from his hands. God the things he would to do to your temple of a body. He’d worship it if he had to prove how much he loved you. So that’s exactly what he aimed on doing. 

He kissed you hard and passionately, almost lifting your feet off the ground. As he did so with one swipe of his hand, your towel fell to the ground and he took a step back to stare at you in admiration. Shameless, you leaned back against the counter, watching him fall to his knees right in front of you. 

The best lawyer in the city, the one man who wouldn’t kneel down to anyone else, kneeling down for you? That was one hell of an achievement. 

Harvey looked up at you a he ran his large hands from the bottom of your legs all the way to your thighs, each movement followed by his lips tracing the path his hands took. You gripped the kitchen counter as you let his lips do wonder. And without any warning, he bit the inner side of your thigh. You yelped and sent one hand flying over to his shoulder to get a grip. The man beneath you simply lifted one leg onto his shoulder and licked one long strip across your vagina. You moaned not being able to take it because you were oh so sensitive. Harvey continued his movements, eating you out. He looked up at you occasionally to see how your face contorted into that of pure bliss. 

“Harvey, I’m close,” you cried, “I’m so so close.”

He stood up, swiping a thumb over his lips to collect your juices and licked it clean right in front of you, painting your cheeks in a deep hue of pink.

“You told me to show how much you need me, baby,” he said with a cocky smile adorning his face, “Now you’ll have to beg me to let you cum.”

You dodged past his body and intertwined your fingers with him, pulling him over to your sofa. When you go there, you pushed him onto the plush white sofa. Harvey’s body sank onto the softness of that piece of furniture. You placed your hands on his widely opened legs and leaned towards him, to whisper, “Then let me use you.”

He simply smiled and grabbed your arms as he pulled you over him, to straddle him. Cupping your cheeks and bringing you down to a sweet and tender kiss he responded, “I’m all yours sweetheart.”

You kissed his lips, his face- every inch of it as you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Pulling his raging cock out you gave it a few strokes before lifting yourself up and pushing yourself down onto his length. You moaned as his length stretched you in the best way ever and Harvey wasted no time moving your hips. You gripped onto his hair as you let his guide your movements and moaned when his tongue latched onto one of your pebbled nipples. He circled his tongue around it and softly bit into your plush skin, earning moan after moan from your sensitive body. 

“Cum for me sweetheart, show me how much you need me,” Harvey spat the words at you, wanting to prove your point real bad. You stuttered a shaky, “I want you” back at him, feeling the knot in your stomach get tighter. A few more guided movements and you felt the tightening knot unloosen itself all of a sudden, gushing out you and the excess spilling onto Harvey’s expensive pants. He wasn’t in the mood to notice or even care, and you were just recovering from your orgasm as he manhandled your body and switched positions.

You were now laying your back on the sofa, sinking into its softness. Harvey on the other hand, didn’t let you have any rest as he pistoled his still erect cock into you at a raging pace. Wanting to get himself over his high and let you have another one, you held onto his arms, as he leaned into kiss your neck. His actions contradicting each other, one brutal and the other so gentle. A few more thrusts and you both came undone around each other. Harvey letting your body consume his weight as he snuggled his face into your neck. Your legs tightened around his waist pulling him even closer. 

“I love you so fucking much,” Harvey murmured.

“I love you too baby,” you replied back as you kissed the top of his head. 

Harvey moved to the side, still inside you. 

“I think we should take a day off.”

You smiled at the thought, agreeing with him and just snuggling back into his arms. There was no way you were going to work limping after all of this and the pilates session you had this morning. 

[switchbladekillerqueen]

imagine doing a quarterly review with her…….

[lotties-ashwagandha]

sub!ellie williams loves nothing more than to be held down to grind on your thigh.

sub!ellie needs to feel the control you have over her, she needs her own desperation for you to prove that you’ve overpowered her. she needs to be in your lap grinding on your thigh when you’re supposed to be busy, when she needs you so badly that she’s whining in your lap just from the feeling of your clothed thigh against her. she wants to feel owned, and there’s no better way to show that she’s yours than to have her wanting to come for you so intensely that shes almost in tears.

the sounds she makes for you are so beautiful, too. the way she moans your name through labored breath, and how her grip on your shoulders tightens. her back arches into the movements as she seeks more friction, biting down hard on her bottom lip as she gets more desperate.

when you can tell she's close, the easiest way to get her to come is through your praise — when you tell her how good she feels against you, how you should not let her come and you should make her build back up to an orgasm again and again just so you can keep her like this. you make her try to lock eyes with you when she does go over the edge, though she can never keep her eyes on you, always screwing them shut and sucking in a gasp as she struggles to keep up with the rhythm she had. you'll fuck her properly after she comes down from it — you want to bring her to the same ecstasy as many times as you can, and now that she's spent and exerted you lay her down and give her the touch she's been craving.