#beige padded lounge | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

roseglazedlens · 7 months

Text

⦑ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥 ⦒ ✧.*

pairing(s): jack krauser x masc! reader synopsis: your fiancé is late from his morning runs once again. he's hiding something, you don't know what it is yet, but you will uncover the truth on your special day—september 19th 2023. content: masculine pronouns used twice, fluff, misunderstanding trope, mentions of metaltango a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @sporeghost for turning 27!!! did i surprise you hehehhe? :3 for rhys, the no.1 krauser supporter! thank you for reaching out, for being my first follower + friend on this platform, you're always so nice to me & such a writing inspiration! also busted my ass trying a new style on this (word doc says 56 hours oml) - tbh idk if any of it makes sense, but if it did, hope you enjoy it!! « 1.8 k words┇masterlist┇ao3┇reblogs appreciated! »

Footsteps, lightly tread across the floorboard. Barely a squeak breathes the dawn mist as Krauser tightens his sneaker’s laces, attempting to not rouse you from your slumber. His routine of discipline ingrained into him—unyielding—even during his off days. The gentle thuds fade into the silence, with only a dull creak of the door to signal Krauser leaving your shared home.

You shift yourself in the cocoon of white linen, rolling into the warm side of the bed where your fiancé just laid. Smother yourself in the pillows that still linger his morning scent and the reminders of his residue warmth. This isn’t unusual for you and your fiancé—you had accustomed to his early morning antics during these years of common lodging.

Yet it is unusual that in these couple of weeks, he leaves home much later, and often staying past afternoon outside. A brewing suspicion stalks your thoughts—that whether these early mornings are just ‘runs’ or an attempt to escape from the serenity and comfort.

The door creaks open as you are lounging on the couch. The sun is hanging high now, blinding the floorboards on your living space. It was almost the afternoon—No call, no text, no ‘I’ll be late’. You tried to get comfortable, read a little, shoo the irrationality from your conscious despite your better judgement. After all, Krauser has been nothing but the best fiancé in the world beside this short period of time.

“How was your run, Jack?” You lower your book slightly when Krauser enters the room, inspecting him from the corner of your eye.

“It was good, sweetie.” Krauser responds as he unties his shoelaces. Taking firm steps to you. Bending over to plant a kiss on your forehead. Nothing out of the ordinary. “How was your book?”

“Good.” You lie. Your mind so occupied that you were just reading words, not sentences. Even the lustful thrills and toe-clenching horrors of Stephen King can’t get you out of this sickened mood.

You can’t help but notice how his shirt isn’t sweat-stained, his hair still slicked back, which he never does before a run because it will sweat into its original state. The thought weighs your mind as Krauser positions his exercise bag next to the couch as he slumps to the seat next to you.

“You’re a bit late today.” It isn’t your intention to ambush him the moment he comes home, but it sure sounds like it.

Those eyelashes bat with steady coolness, reaching over you to collect the TV remote. Not even an impulsive twitch on his finger, like nothing was wrong. Like there wasn’t a question viciously aching your brain and plaguing your thoughts. You see bandaids over his left hand—between the creased joint of his thumb, across the open arch of pliant skin sloping towards the rest of the fingers. Through the corner of your eyes, you see the strip tugged around the pads of his index finger—still freshly beige instead of greying from everyday wear and tear.

You can’t figure out whether it was just his serene normality or his unpiercable lie, one that he had grown proficient in after years of training.

“Yeah. It was a long run.” A pause. Airing with a tension of something unsaid. The charming voices spoken through the TV felt solemn, sarcastic with how their laughter fractures the space you share. You clear your throat. “Anything else?”

“Not really.” Krauser sits in his silence, retreating into his own world that feels far, far away from you right now. You notice he hasn’t looked at you once, and then those same eyes turn to you. He knows you’re watching him, waiting for him to say something, demanding an answer—of any kind—to soothe the thoughts in your brain.

Krauser hesitates, fumbling the words as he does so. “I guess… I ran into Leon at the park.”

“Leon, huh.” Jealousy creeps behind your throat, following with a venom that taints your breath. “What— so you’re telling me, you came home late. And just happen to bump into Leon?”

“Look— It’s not what you think.” Krauser opens his mouth in attempts of honesty, but closes into a lie. “We just talked. That’s all.”

“You’re hiding something from me, Jack.” Your fists clench itself first, then threatens with a hitch of breath that will crack the glass that’s been patched together over and over. The words came out weak, much weaker than you anticipated. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing. I didn’t even stop to say hi.” He frantically clicks through the channels, hoping to find something that may diverge your attention to the screen, and ultimately, dropping this whole topic together.

“You and Leon— did something happen? I won’t get mad, I promise.”

“Drop it.” His answer is straight. Rough on the edges. A command. Too militarian for you who simply desires honesty and transparency. “You’re jumping to conclusions.”

The remote drops to the floor.

A thud. A harsh clack. The device’s back compartment detaches, and the batteries fall, rolling away. Alike the distance between you two, coming undone and splaying across the hardwood floor. Krauser curses a little under his breath as he grabs the batteries, grateful that can buy extra time for his answer and composure.

“Wanna watch something?” His voice slows, as if to convince himself he’s not mad—doesn’t deserve to be—for being the one who raises his voice. But those are merely words, not actions, to diffuse tension that suffocates: laboured and too late. You let his request hang the air as you rise, beelining to the bedroom door as you leave him in the grief of betrayed silence.

September 19th

You begin to regret every part of this petty fight you have been upholding on your end. Krauser tries to call a truce with you every night, seducing you with meaningless praise while simultaneously not revealing the truth that aches your brain.

Krauser crawls into your side of the bed, embracing you—and despite being hardly awake, you are awake enough to comprehend all the ridges of his chest and ab muscles flushing against your back—which earns a slight groan from you as you pull his arm over you. You guess you can make an exception, it being your birthday after all.

“Happy birthday, my fiancé.” He pecks a kiss onto your shoulders, submerging you in both the warmth of his words and body.

You whispered a laboured ‘thanks’ underneath sleepy breath. Something about being embraced by your lover as the dawn hits is magical, but at this moment, you slide away with how the thoughts over the brewing tension these past few days.

Krauser sighs understandingly, turning over to his bedside table to rustle something from his drawers before turning back to you. “You might not be mad at me after this.”

You watch as his hands hold out something in his back. Curious instinct leads you to lean in and peek behind him, which Krauser shifts the item to his other hand, disguising it from your view. You scoff: “Well, can I have it?”

“Huh. Not mad anymore?” A corner of his lips upturn into a snicker.

Your frown. “Keep this up, maybe I’ll stay mad.”

“But don’t you want your present?” Krauser is grinning. He’s enjoying this too much. Bringing his hand forward, a box—humble in size and shape—in front of you, ribbon dangling through the hook between his index finger. As you lift your arms, Krauser moves it higher up where you cannot reach.

“I should be getting two gifts, one for an apology and another for my birthday.” You taunt at him some more, snatching the box from his fingers to nestle it in your arms. Ribbon ties crookedly on the top, and the birthday wrapping messily tucked into the side only elevates the charm of its homemade genuineness and warmth.

You look at the box, then turn your head up to Krauser again. He gives you a smiling nod, a go-ahead to unravel your gift. Then you peel off the gift wrap, careful at first, but eventually tearing them apart when the wrapping can’t be preserved. You open the lid.

Two wooden sculptures, just short of six inches. Each consist of a short bulky stem imprinted with a face, a sloped cap—painted red and green with careful dotted whites—shielding the face like a tiny umbrella. The left figure has a pinched eyebrow, dips forming downturned lips that made it look so serious. A distinct cheek scar running across his face that you recognise from anywhere. And the other figure… well, that’s you.

“What…” You shuffle your lookalike out of its cardboard support and hold it in your palm, spinning it to catch all the details in the light.

Krauser grins, picking up the other figure to position it next to his cheek. Then he copies the sculpture’s expression, almost uncannily alike himself. You let out a snicker at the sight, and as if your smile is contagious, he laughs too, breaking character. “Well… I might have spent too many tries perfecting this.”

You look at the two little mushroom sculptures next to each other. It’s no professional work, but each careful dip and curve is genuine, practiced and carved with love. You feel Krauser’s gaze on you.

“You made this?” Now you notice the gentle dip of bags underneath his eyes. Lids are droopy. Exerted.

“Do you like it?” He asks, tone growing softer in relief.

You didn’t answer, simply letting your replica’s face lightly crash against each other. Krauser inches closer, falling his lips against yours. The kiss is brief, but long enough for the exchange of mutual connection and forgiveness. You smile once more, placing the two sculptures right next to your window sill. It sits proudly on your sill as the light shines in, as if it belongs there perfectly.

“I’m not very good at lying, as you’ve figured out. I just needed any excuse so you won’t figure out your surprise.” Krauser lets out a deep sigh of relief, tapping you on your nose affectionately. “Thank god it’s over. I never want to hide anything from you again.”

“Thank you.” came your sincere gratitude. “Maybe you should teach me how to do this.”

“Oh, I don’t know if you’ll like it. It’s harder than it looks.” He pulls you closer, lessening the distance between you two. “Besides, those beautiful hands of yours shouldn’t be touching those sharp knives.”

“What if I don’t mind a bit of danger?”

“Well...” Krauser snickers, bringing his lips to your forehead. “Then I guess I can teach you a few things, my prince.”

“Oh, so you’re my knight now, is it?” You chuckle.

“Yes, your highness.” Krauser bows his head humorously, trying to his best not to chuckle. “Anything you heart desires.”

“If that’s case,” You wrap your hands around his back, and falls back onto the bed, pulling him with you. “I’m ordering you to stay.”

Krauser looks at you, the warmth in his chest blooming. And for a moment, nothing mattered. Just you and this bed is all he needs. He smiles deeply this time.

“We can definitely arrange that.”

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. —yours truly, rose. tags: @scar-crossedlvrs @obsolescent © roseglazedlens — please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

#꒰✒️ rose fics ♡.꒱#jack krauser #jack krauser x reader #jack krauser x you #re4 #re4 remake #resident evil 4 #x male reader #resident evil fluff #resident evil

73 notes · View notes

rhapsodyred-writes · 10 months

Note

Salem, you're a dragon, right? That would mean that by default you come standard with a dummy thicc ass. 😏

Salem stares at you for a couple dumbfounded seconds before his eyes fade from their rich brown to a silver hue. A swirling portal appears, and from it, Salem summons a beige chaise lounge chair with the flick of a wrist, his eyes now swirling silver and purple. The portal closes and he gestures for you to make yourself comfortable on the lounger.

From seemingly nowhere, he pulls a pen, a pad of paper and a pair of glasses, which he slips on. Behind him, a chair has appeared - you don't know when - and he sits down very casually, looking you dead in the eyes with only a hint of mischief as he asks:

"Can you tell me when these disturbing thoughts began?"

#mys friend #red answers #red writes #salem #my ocs/alters #my writing #salem is judging you

7 notes · View notes

wannabesewcrafty · 7 months

Text

Valentine’s Night

Fandom: Tacoma FD (TV)

Characters: Lucy and Ike

Rating: T for one instance of language

Notes: Set after the events of 4.06 “Valentine’s Day” with spoilers for S3 and 4. “Tacoma FD” doesn’t do romance among its ensemble but the “Raiders” homage in 1.08 got me thinking about these two as a ship. Tagging: @fluffbruary

After a final shower, Lucy had changed into her civilian clothes and was standing in Station 24’s garage, debating what to do tonight when Ike acknowledged her.

“Hey, Lucy, I’m heading out,” he called as he walked past her. She nodded and gave him a wave, watching him climb into his pickup truck before deciding she had to say something.

“Hey, Ike.” She jogged over to his driver’s side door, and he looked down at her, the door held half-open.

“I’m sorry you missed working Valentine’s Day at the club this year.” She knew he needed the tips, having had his savings wiped out. Twice.

“Aw, it’s okay,” he assured her with his usual good humor. “I got to spend the day with you.”

Something about the open, frank manner in which he said this made butterflies appear in Lucy’s stomach.

“Uh, thanks,” she mumbled, instantly feeling like a fool. Seeking to correct her lame reply, she quickly followed up with “You doing anything later?”

A hesitant look crossed his face. “Yeah, I was gonna go out…”

She held up her hands to stop him. “Got it.”

“Oh, no, but you could come with!” he said, the words spilling out in an excited rush.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

With that, he leaned over to his right and opened the passenger door for her from the inside.

She climbed up and they buckled themselves in.

Lucy had been expecting to head to a bar or a club, but Ike drove them out to a skatepark of all places.

He parked in a lot and as Lucy got out, she shot him a look.

“You skate?” she asked, trying to picture him wearing a helmet and pads on a skateboard and biting back a laugh at the image.

“Nah,” he said with a laugh of his own as they ascended the slope of an embankment. “I just like to come up here sometimes.”

They reached the crest of the rise and Lucy couldn’t help a gasp as she stared out at the view before them. The lights from the city twinkled far off in the distance while in front of her, a series of concrete skating ramps were laid out in an alternating pattern from left to right. A few skaters were flying back and forth on three of the ramps. The skateboarder at the top of the ramp closest to them, a boy wearing elbow and knee pads and a blue helmet, paused to adjust his chinstrap and nodded at Ike.

“What’s up, old man?” he said in greeting. “Whoa, you brought a girlfriend?” he added as he noticed Lucy behind Crystal.

“Hey!” she snapped as she marched toward him. “Show some respect, you little asswipe!”

Blue Helmet let out a chuckle and just skated away from her down the ramp.

She huffed, using her annoyance to distract from the fact that she hadn’t corrected the kid’s assumption that she and Ike were dating. Neither did Ike, a small voice inside her said, making her butterflies return.

“Can you believe him?” she asked her fellow firefighter, shaking her head.

“Yeah, no, Kyle’s not that bad. That ‘old man’ thing’s kind of a joke. Besides, he hasn’t met Cap.”

“Or my dad,” she muttered.

“And he’s nothing compared to Hunter.”

Lucy had to agree, and she let the subject drop.

They settled themselves on a strip of grass at the edge of the park, Ike alternating between watching the skaters practice doing tricks on the ramps and looking up at the sky or out at the lights of Tacoma in the distance. Lucy followed suit but she also snuck glances at the handsome man beside her.

As the sun set, the air turned colder, and Lucy’s jean jacket over her black dress didn’t afford her much protection from it. She found herself nestling into Ike for warmth and shelter from the wind as they lounged side-by-side on the grass. He wore a beige workman’s jacket that Lucy had never seen before, and he shrugged out of his left sleeve to share it with her without being asked. She gave a contented sigh when she felt the jacket’s thick flannel lining drape over her shoulders and back, cocooning her in warmth and the scent of Ike’s…soap?

“You’re not wearing cologne?”

“Nah, I’m not working at the club tonight.”

“Well, thanks for sharing your jacket with me,” she said quietly, not wanting to disturb the comfortable atmosphere between them.

“Anytime.”

Now that they were talking again, she let her curiosity take over.

“How did you find this place?”

“Oh, a friend of Kyle’s broke his arm out here one weekend and I drove Granny over. That’s how I met Kyle—he called 911. I come back once in a while when I feel like I need some space.”

“Yeah, it’s got plenty of that,” she agreed as she adjusted the side of his jacket collar that was by her neck.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Lucy. You get any good stuff this year?”

She turned her head to look back up at him and nodded. “Yeah,” she agreed. “I think I got something really great.” A wide grin broke out across her face as she remembered her conversation with her parents, and she raised her hand for a high five, which Ike happily returned.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Ike.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder and went back to watching the skateboarders fly by against the backdrop of the darkening sky.

#my fic #tacoma fd #Lucy McConky #Ike Crystal #Lucy x Ike #fluff #my only excuse is that I’ve been watching with shipper goggles on #their ship name can be Like I mean

4 notes · View notes

that-irrelevant-ricecakeaddict · 1 year

Text

French (📯/💋)?

seungmin x fem!reader (past/current French horn player)

!!!NOT ENTIRELY PROOFREAD!!!!

Writer's note:

so I myself am a French horn player (band kid of 5 coming 6 years), and just today I learnt a VERYYY interesting fact about fh players (and I think basically all brass players/band members);

apparently we're known to be good kissers 👀

then I remembered jeongin's cover in The Sound's album cover where he was holding a french horn (wrongly, may I add😭), and I started thinking; what if seungmin had a partner that was or is a fh player, and he found out about the kissing thing? (I spent the rest of the day daydreaming about this oddly specific concept)

!!no particular reason for choosing seungmin!! I just thought he might tease this kind of thing :'))

ADDITIONALLY! This is like my first ever fanfic so please bear with my crappy writing ;')

content upcming below the cut: established rs w idolseungmin, bestie jeongin for like a minute, fluff, mentions of making out, slight sexual tensions???

You were lounging on the couch of your boyfriend's shared apartment with his friends when you heard the door open. Lazily twisting your neck around to glance at the entrance, your eyes lit up when seungmin's figure approached the shoe cabinet next to the doorway. You padded over in excitement and saw his friend Jeongin had arrived home as well.

"Seung, you're back¬"

You pulled him into a hug and he laughed while leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek. Jeongin rolled his eyes and muttered something between the lines of "get a room" and "seungmin you're stepping on my shoes". You looked behind the two boys, and saw no other members, so you assumed they had stayed out to do extra work.

The three of you entered the living room together, seungmin and jeongin collapsing on the couch the moment they did. It wasn't odd for them to be so burnt out, especially after they spent an entire day out being idols. You knew how mentally and emotionally taxing the workload could be, so who could blame your boyfriend and your bestie for their fatigue? You slid onto the couch next to the 2 exhausted idols.

"You guys seem especially tired. What was on your schedule today?"

"Album cover photoshoot for our newest album...We had to pose with actual instruments."

Jeongin replied, still showing no signs of getting up from the beige couch anytime soon. Seungmin rolled his eyes at him.

"Yeah, i.n. here got into an argument because of his prop...something about holding it the wrong way."

"Really? What instrument was it?"

"It was a french horn I think? i.n. was really confused by it."

"Y/N, didn't you play it last time? I swear I heard you mention it before."

Your eyebrows raised at jeongin's question. He was right. Having been in your primary and secondary school's band, you had played the french horn for 8 years, and had even played a little every now and then in university. And, not to brag, but you were pretty good at it too.

Seungmin turned to you, a look of surprise on his face.

"Really? You did? Why is this the first time I'm hearing about this?"

"Its just an instrument! Not really relevant information in my opinion."

Seungmin grumbled and tackled you into the couch, earning a yelp from you.

"It is to me¬ I wanna know everything about you, sweetheart."

You playfully fought back as jeongin slowly started backing away from the two of you, a look of disgust plastered on his usually smiling face.

A few days passed by after that conversation, and you had honestly thought nothing about it, until seungmin entered your shared room one night.

You were reading a novel when he entered the room, fresh out of a shower. His short brown locks were sopping wet, droplets of water dripping and leaving dark stains on his grey sweater; obviously seungmin hadn't made an effort to dry this hair. He plopped into bed next to you, silently screwing up his nose in annoyance when you didn't immediately pull him in for cuddles. You looked away from your book to see him sulking next to you, and smiled.

"What?"

"You're ignoring me."

"Well, fun fact; your girlfriend doesn't exactly enjoy cuddling with soaking-wet puppies."

Hearing this, he playfully punched your shoulder, continuing to scooch closer to you. There was a mischievous look on his face, and you discreetly pulled over a pillow with your free hand, your past experience with that expression anticipating you for a surprise pillow fight.

"Well...let me tell YOU a fun fact too."

He sat up and slid his arms around your waist, pulling your back into his warm chest. You rolled your eyes and tossed the book to one side, giving in to him. "And what would that be?"

"After our conversation with i.n. a few days ago, I happened to do some research on french horn players, and I found some very interesting facts¬"

"Yeah?? Out with it already, the suspense is killing me."

"Mm, say please?"

"Seungmin!! You need to stop watching chan's streams!"

He chuckled, the low sound vibrating in his chest and against your back.

"So apparently...experienced french horn players, or basically any brass players, are known to be especially good at kissing."

You blinked a few times at him. What the hell? Actually, that would've made a lot of sense. Based on what you've learned from your 8 years of experience, brass instrument players had to have VERY good lip and tongue control. And since french horn is one of the few brass instruments that require a relatively smaller mouthpiece, your mouth control was particularly well-trained. It had to be.

You grinned like a loon and swiftly turned around to pin seungmin to the bed's headboard. He widened his eyes in pleasant surprise.

"Really? Care to help me test that theory?"

Hearing this, seungmin's lips spread into a cheeky smirk. He extended a hand and caressed your jawline.

"Gladly."

WHABSGUDGAG I SWEAR THIS CONCEPT CAME OUT BETTER IN MY HEAD 😭😭😭😭😭

hopefully this story's decent enough for my fellow seungmin stans and/or fh players,,,it would be really awkward if it wasn't (crying rn)

also to any Stay thats a brass instrument player (current or past), is the kissing thing actually true? My aroace ass has like zero exp with that kinda thing T.T

#kim seungmin #seungmin #seungmin fluff #seungmin x reader #seungmin imagines #stray kids #stray kids fluff #jeongin #yang jeongin #i probably need to take a break from the internet #skz #skz imagines

16 notes · View notes

oggettihomes · 1 month

Text

SET OF 2 CUBIX BEIGE FABRIC STORAGE OTTOMAN TUFTED FOOT STOOL STUDS AND RINGS

This contemporary Cubix Tufted Fabric Foot Stool Storage Ottoman will add the sense of elegance in your bedroom, lounge room, Hallway entry or any room of your lovely home.

Features:

Classic tufted seat design

Primary Colour- White

Solid Wood Construction

Weight Capacity of big cubix: Seat-80kgs;Storage-20kgs

Weight Capacity of small cubix: Seat - 80kg; storage - 20kg

Decorated with chrome studs and rings

Robust Hinges with slow-closing mechanism

Note: slight variation in appearance may occur due to you monitor setting or lighting condition

Colour may vary slightly as what you see in the photo. Variations in colour and grain are due to the natural characteristics of the fabric.

Material

Upholstery Material: Velvet

Padding Material: Foam

Frame Material: Rubber wood

Dimensions:

Small cubix:

Overall: 43cm H x 34cm W x 33cm D

Overall Product Weight: 6 Kilograms

Big cubix:

Overall: 53cm H x 49cm W x 41cm D

Overall Product Weight: 8 Kilograms

#CUBIX BEIGE FABRIC #OTTOMAN TUFTED FOOT STOOL #STOOL STUDS AND RINGS

0 notes

melissakayboutique · 3 months

Link

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Beige Long Line Lace Bralette.

0 notes

moonrevolutions · 5 months

Note

War has dropped off a huge pelt of some large miscellaneous creature for Vi. He doesn't even say anything. He just brings it and leaves. There's not even a note?!

°✩₊˚.⋆ @redhorseman is gonna get a great thank you in return!!

Well, what's this—! Virote picked up the pelt and brought it to his living room, placing it over the nearest chaise lounge to get a better look. Didn't seem to be bear or bobcat. What was it, then? He ran a hand along the top, the sensation was something akin to touching a dark beige cloud—soft and fluffy. Real high quality stuff. They didn't sell anything like this in Nordstrom. ❝Well, I obviously can't wear this. It's just too heavy,❞ he mused out loud, to no one in particular, watching Kikimora come along, her paws padding along the pelt. She seemed to like it, too. Without disturbing the cat too much, he adjusted the pelt along the chaise, draping it from top to bottom. Being meticulous with the sides. ❝There. This is gonna, like, make my episodes of being sullen really stylish. Beautiful. Iconic, even? Yeah.❞

#*･༓☾ keepsake! spinning and laughing under the stars.#redhorseman #/ well hes gonna be happy about this for weeks!!!

1 note · View note

candourlondon · 7 months

Text

Refresh Your Lingerie Collection with the Latest Fashion Trends for All Season

High-end lingerie for any time of the year

Are you looking to update your wardrobe with a lingerie collection that best suits you be it any season? Make sure you have the right lingerie to keep you comfortable and confident throughout the year, whether you are on a hill station vacation or going to the beach. You want to make sure you buy the best lingerie online throughout to keep you comfortable while still looking great.

Because it's the first thing you put on and the last thing you take off every day, your lingerie is an important part of your wardrobe that needs to be taken care of. Whether while dressing for a taking-off heatwave, or a walk on drizzled streets, it's a good idea to begin considering solace at the base layer itself. Whether you're going on a date night at home with your partner, dressing up for a special night out, or just lounging around in your apartment in a great set of lingerie, choosing the right luxury lingerie ensures that you look and feel great.

Concerning buying the best lingerie online for women, it is critical to pick the correct style. We've compiled a list of our favorite sexy lingerie sets to buy, ranging from barely there mesh styles that still provide commendable support to sexy lace designs for special occasions.

Best lingerie sets that you can buy online

Lightweight Bra Swimwear

Here are our Best lingerie sets that you can buy online

picks for this mid-year:

Luxury lingerie for women

Light bras: You should choose bras that are breathable and lightweight whether the temperature rises or drops. To avoid any situation, look for styles made of breathable materials like cotton or bamboo with a little padding. A decent lightweight bra will keep you agreeable the entire day.

Sexy Lingerie for Women

Bralettes: Any wardrobe cannot be complete without bralettes. They are lightweight, comfortable, and can be layered over a sheer top or open-back dress or worn as a top on their own. If you want to add a splash of color to your outfits, look for bralettes in bright colors and patterns.

Latest lingerie sets for women

Underwear with no seams: You should steer clear of uncomfortable wedges and visible pant lines in the summer or monsoon. The ideal solution is seamless underwear, which is extremely comfortable and provides a smooth finish beneath clothing. Search for consistent styles in lightweight textures like microfiber or network.

Briefs with a High Waist: In addition to being extremely flattering, high-waisted briefs are ideal for any day because they can help smooth out your midsection and prevent chafing. Search for styles with breathable textures and adorable subtleties like ribbons or patterns.

Motion Bras Or Sports Bras: Any season is the ideal time to exercise for a fitness freak, whether through yoga, swimming, or hiking. A decent games bra is vital for keeping you feeling upheld and happy during your exercises. Look for swimwear that wicks away moisture: Swimwear, of course, is an essential component of any lingerie collection. Whether you incline toward a one-piece or a swimsuit, search for styles that compliment your figure and cause you to feel certain. Don't hesitate for even a moment to attempt striking prints and brilliant varieties to say something. Ensure that you are the best lingerie online for women.

Master the style with sexy lingerie

Strong varieties affect the undergarments runway. Given that spring and summer have long been associated with lighter hues, this is not surprising. Many style masters gauge the reception of natural and pastel tones. The result is that women are much more open to experimenting with different tones, which are frequently used to define who they are. While "traditional" colors like white, beige, and black are still popular, many people will find pink and blue to be refreshing.

Pick your sexy lingerie trends that won't be going away. Great lingerie is all about the right fit and comfort. Because it's almost like a woman's second skin, the fabric you choose is important no matter what your style is. Whether the weather gets hot and humid or cold and moist, women want to run back to their homes and change into comfy clothes because the lingerie gets itchy and pokey at the end of the day.

However, experts suggest that one should choose fabrics like cotton, spandex, nylon, and rayon, which are known to reduce moisture. Blended fabrics that don't need to be cleaned keep the bust in shape. The product is unique for the feature that every woman wants, which is lightweight, allows for airflow, and allows for easy breathability to match the weather. Today, ladies are likewise inspired to buy the best bras online with negligible design managers which can be the most ideal for every season.

Conclusion

So, this monsoon, upgrade your luxury lingerie collection with these top picks that will keep you feeling and looking cool. And where can one find these collectibles? If you follow the link to the online store, You can experiment with various colors, patterns, and designs to show off your style. Visit www.candourlondon.com. Happy shopping!

For More Info, Visit Here: -

women's loungewear sets india

Buy designer panties online

0 notes