A Guide to the Top Department Stores Redefining Elegance in the USA
In a world where fashion is synonymous with elegance, luxury, and exclusivity, finding the perfect attire that complements your style can sometimes feel like an elusive quest. While high-end department stores have been the traditional go-to for luxurious fashion finds, the emergence of online marketplaces has revolutionized the way we shop for high-quality, designer clothing. One such platform that stands out in the realm of discounted luxury fashion is "Do Not Wish." In this guide, we'll explore some of the top luxury department stores in USA that have been redefining elegance, and how Do Not Wish serves as the gateway to affordable luxury.
1. Bergdorf Goodman: Where Luxury Meets Style
Bergdorf Goodman, located on Fifth Avenue in New York City, is a mecca for those seeking the epitome of luxury and style. Renowned for its curated selection of high-end designers, this iconic department store has been a fashion enthusiast's haven for decades. From chic couture to avant-garde designs, Bergdorf Goodman is a showcase of sophistication.
However, for those who crave the elegance without the hefty price tag, Do Not Wish steps in as the ultimate solution. By partnering with Bergdorf Goodman and other top-notch department stores, Do Not Wish offers a gateway to access these prestigious labels at a fraction of the cost. It's not just shopping; it's an investment in style that won't break the bank.
2. Neiman Marcus: Elevating Fashion to Art
Neiman Marcus is synonymous with luxury, offering a carefully curated selection of designer pieces that redefine fashion as an art form. With its flagship store in Dallas, Texas, Neiman Marcus has set the standard for elegance and exclusivity. From runway collections to exclusive collaborations, Neiman Marcus is a destination for those who appreciate the finer things in life.
For savvy shoppers looking to indulge in Neiman Marcus' exquisite offerings without the premium price tag, Do Not Wish is the answer. Imagine having access to the latest designs from Neiman Marcus at a discounted rate – that's the promise Do Not Wish fulfills. It's not just about affordability; it's about making luxury accessible to everyone.
3. Saks Fifth Avenue: A Fashion Wonderland
Saks Fifth Avenue, a legendary department store with its flagship in New York City, is a fashion wonderland that caters to the discerning tastes of luxury enthusiasts. Boasting an extensive collection of renowned designers, Saks Fifth Avenue is a symbol of opulence and sophistication. The grandeur of its flagship store reflects the grandiosity of the fashion it houses.
Do Not Wish recognizes the allure of Saks Fifth Avenue and brings the dream of owning high-end fashion pieces closer to reality. By partnering with Saks and other top department stores, Do Not Wish ensures that every fashion aficionado can experience the magic of Saks Fifth Avenue without the premium price tag.
4. Barneys New York: The Pinnacle of Cool Luxury
Barneys New York has long been associated with cool luxury, offering a unique blend of high-end and avant-garde designs. With a flagship store on Madison Avenue, Barneys has been a trendsetter in the world of fashion. Its commitment to showcasing emerging designers alongside established brands has made it a favorite among those who crave the extraordinary.
Now, with the partnership between Do Not Wish and Barneys New York, that extraordinary fashion is within reach for everyone. Do Not Wish makes it possible to embrace the cool luxury synonymous with Barneys without compromising on budget.
5. Nordstrom: A Legacy of Customer-Centric Luxury
Nordstrom, with its humble beginnings as a shoe store in Seattle, has evolved into a retail giant known for its customer-centric approach to luxury shopping. The Nordstrom shopping experience is unparalleled, offering a vast selection of high-quality fashion, beauty, and home goods. Its commitment to providing exceptional service sets it apart in the world of department stores.
Do Not Wish recognizes the legacy of Nordstrom and bridges the gap between exceptional service and affordability. By offering discounts on luxury fashion items available at Nordstrom, Do Not Wish ensures that every customer receives the VIP treatment without the VIP price tag.
Do Not Wish: Your Portal to Affordable Luxury
As we navigate the landscape of these top department stores, one name consistently emerges as the gateway to affordable luxury – Do Not Wish. This discounted luxury fashion e-commerce marketplace has established itself as a leader in making high-end, contemporary, and independent designer fashion accessible to a broader audience.
Do Not Wish's unique approach involves partnering directly with these iconic department stores to source authentic, brand-new items at discounted prices. This ensures that every purchase on Do Not Wish is not just a transaction; it's an investment in quality, style, and affordability.
The platform's user-friendly interface and transparent business model make it easy for shoppers to explore a curated selection of discounted luxury items from their favorite department stores. From elegant dresses and accessories to timeless pieces that transcend trends, Do Not Wish offers a diverse range of choices for those who refuse to compromise on style.
In conclusion, the world of fashion is evolving, and so are the avenues through which we access it. While top department stores continue to define elegance, Do Not Wish emerges as the revolutionary force that democratizes luxury. It invites fashion enthusiasts to explore, indulge, and redefine their style without the constraints of a hefty price tag. After all, with Do Not Wish, luxury is not a wishful thought – it's a reality within reach. So, why wish when you can have it all?
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It’s 1998 and Steve Harrington is waiting in line at a local department store’s Black Friday sale. The new gameboy color was just released a few days earlier - he figures it’ll be the perfect Christmas gift for all of his little dweebie friends.
Eddie Munson is standing directly behind Steve in line. He’s waiting to buy a new guitar amp - been saving his tip money for months and still can’t afford one at full price; he desperately needs any discount he can get.
After about the first hour of waiting, Steve notices Eddie mumbling to himself. Counting, then re-counting the money in his wallet. Steve Harrington has never re-counted money in his life. Never had to worry about not having enough. Especially not like this guy.
They spark up a conversation in the third hour of waiting. Steve compliments Eddie’s industrial bar piercing in his left ear. Eddie compliments Steve’s beaded hemp bracelet. Steve explains that his best friend made it for him after their first summer apart from one another.
By the final hour, they’re both tipsy. Eddie brought a thermos of spiked hot chocolate and offers to share it with Steve. Both of them tell stories about their worst hangovers and reminisce about their most memorable Christmas mornings as kids. They’re both buzzing and giggling at the stupidest shit. Buzzing so much that they don’t even comment on the fact that they’re huddled close together under the wool blanket that Steve supplied. Thighs touching. Arms overlapping.
Steve has finally worked up the courage to loop his pinky finger around Eddie’s when the line begins to move. He’s more than a little disappointed, but they both gather their things and enter the store.
Luckily, Steve is able to snag enough gameboys for his entire crew of nerdlings. As he gets in line, he watches Eddie studying the price on the amp he has been saving for. He re-counts his cash once more, before hanging his head and walking away without his item.
Not wasting a goddamn second, Steve jumps out of line and grabs the amp box off the shelf. Eddie looks back at him, shaking his head.
“Hey man, you don’t have to do that.” Eddie pleads with him.
But Steve has never had to worry about not having enough. Not even once.
“I know I don’t have to.” Steve shrugs, lugging all of his items to the checkout counter. “But it’s the season of giving, or whatever hallmark shit they say.”
Eddie protests a few more times, but Steve is adamant on doing this. It feels right.
As they walk out of the store, Eddie digs in his back pocket, pulling out a wrinkled neon flyer.
“You should come see my band next Friday.” Eddie hands the paper to Steve, then motions to the amp. “You know, to see this beauty in action.”
Steve nods. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be there.”
The sun is starting to rise as they both load up their cars. Steve is about to turn the key in the ignition when he acts on his impulses. He runs up to Eddie, who is closing the trunk of his van.
“Here.” Steve grabs Eddie’s wrist and pulls out a black ink pen. He scribbles his phone number there, only legible enough for Eddie to read it.
“Just in case you want to see me before next Friday.”
Steve walks away before he can see Eddie’s reaction, good or bad. He’s brave, but not that brave.
“Hey, Steve!” Eddie calls back.
“Yeah?” Steve takes a deep breath, then turns around. Can’t avoid his reaction now.
"Thank you for this." Eddie winks. "All of this."
He waves his wrist, the one with Steve's phone number sprawled all over it.
"Anytime." Steve answers back. He heads back to his car full of gifts. Smiling the whole ride home.
Eddie calls Steve that Sunday night and they spend their evening just like they had on Black Friday: talking until the sun comes up.
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Heatwave
Billy Hargrove x f!reader
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@billysbot 😘
summary: you and billy are melting on the couch when he thinks of way to cool you down, just to heat ya back up again.
warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, kissing, ice cubes, oral (f & m receiving), unprotected sex
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It’s a lazy day. No work, no school. Just the heat of summer beating down on the run down two bedroom house you share with Billy. The window ac blasting paired with the oscillating fan you got for a discount at the department store isn’t doing much to cool the tiny place. Sprawled out on the couch, you’re both sticky with sweat. Aimlessly flipping through channels, not quite finding anything entertaining enough to keep your attention. Not to mention Billy’s like a space heater against your skin. Nevertheless, you’re needy. Have to cling to him like it’s the last time you’ll ever touch him. He doesn’t seem to mind, hand resting on your stomach while he watches you flick from channel to channel. Commercial after commercial, you two are silent.
Who knew Indiana summers could be so brutal? The lack of clothes is necessary, but it’s still simmering despite the cool breeze manufactured by the fan dancing against your bodies for seconds. Billy rests his cheek against yours, dancing his fingers against your bare navel and let’s out a small sigh.
“I’m melting,” you tell him.
He chuckles, nodding softly against your head, “You and I both, darlin’.”
You drop the remote and turn around so you can face him, placing your palm against his cheek as you look into his stunning eyes. His breath fans against your lips and it’s like magnet, pulling you closer to him. His plump, pink lips are just so inviting. You know that kissing him is just gonna make you feel hotter, but you don’t care. Feel desperate for it. So you press your mouth against his, hooking your leg up over his waist and press your body flush against his. Billy’s palm holds your thigh over him, kissing you gently at first but it progresses quickly. Like he’s just as needy as you are. His heavy tongue slides against your lower lip before purchasing passed them, flooding your mouth. Billy licks against your tongue, then against your teeth and he’s pulling back to kiss your lips before deepening it again. Your palm lowers to his jaw, fingertips digging in just slightly to his soft skin. The two of you moan into the kiss, writhing just slightly against each other.
The actions only add to the heat, your body almost uncomfortably hot but the kiss is distracting enough. But Billy keeps pulling back to breathe so you know he’s feeling just the same. You giggle when he does it, grabbing onto his hair to pull him back into it. It’s satisfying to see him flustered over a kiss. Intoxicating to know you can make him feel like that with something so simple as snogging. Billy grabs onto the flesh of your thigh tighter, pulling your closer while he circles his tongue around yours. You close your lips around his tongue, sucking on it gently while you roll your hips against him. He hums pleasantly, moving his hand to grab a handful of your ass. The heat in your body tunnels down to your core, an aching desire radiating from it while you take turns licking into each others mouths. Billy lays back, pulling you on top of him with both hands on the small of your back. You dominate the kiss at this angle, bracing your hands on his broad shoulders. The bulging muscles feel nice against your palms. You sit up, grabbing your cropped tank top and pulling it over your head. Billy’s mouth finds your tits, enveloping your nipple in the heat of it. You moan out softly, eyes fluttering shut as you revel in the euphoria erupting through you. He’s hard in his briefs, you can feel it against your ass as he just barely jerks his hips up.
“Billy,” you whimper, wrapping your fingers against the back of his neck while he sucks on your perky nipple.
Chills run down your spine, the opposite nipple tingles with how hard it is. Billy moves his hand up and flicks his forefinger against it, like he read your mind. You choke on a moan, the sound breaking into the humid air as you knit your fingers in his hair. He’s sloppy with it, coating your breast in his saliva. It’s dripping down your chest, making a mess and the sound of his eager lips against the sensitive skin is intense on your ears. A surge of wetness escapes your cunt, dampening your underwear while you weakly hump against him. His left hand squeezes at your hip and you can feel his lips tugging up on a smile against your skin. It’s endearing as much as it’s arousing. The excitement he gets from making you come undone is apparent and it’s one of the hottest things about him. Billy’s eagerness to please is unmatched.
He bites gently, looking up at you work this mischievous look that forces a half moan, half giggle from you. You pinch his cheek and he giggles around you, his eyes crinkling up with it. Pushing his head back, the pair of you laugh.
“You’re so pretty,” you confess honestly.
Billy grins wide, eyes closing with it before he replies, “You’re prettier.”
“Shut up,” you blush, squeezing his cheeks between your fingers.
“Ya still melting?” he asks, voice slightly constrained by the way you’re grabbing his face.
You let go, “Yeah. In a different way, now.”
He slaps your bum gently, “Up.”
You obey, standing up and watching as he does the same, hard cock swaying in his briefs. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into another kiss that makes you lightheaded. You struggle to keep up right, clutching onto his biceps for support while he twists his tongue around yours. Billy pulls back but you follow, not wanting the kiss to end so soon. He laughs, grabbing your wrists to steady you.
“I’ll be right back,” he assures you, “Lay down.”
You watch as he saunters down the hall and into the kitchen, piquing your curiosity but you listen, trusting him completely as you make yourself comfortable back on the couch again. You press your palm against your pussy, desperate for a bit of relief. The sounds of Billy rustling through the kitchen light you up in anticipation but you stay put, lazily rubbing yourself through your underwear.
“Can’t control yourself, babydoll?” he inquires in a teasing tone as he sits on the edge of the couch. In his hand, he’s got a short glass filled with cubes which ignites a totally new fire inside you.
“What’s that for?” you sit up quickly. Billy presses his hand against your chest, pushing you back down with a soft laugh and a shake of his head.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he insists, biting his lip as he finishes his sentences.
Eager, you look up at him with wide, curious eyes as you impatiently wait for his next move. Billy plucks a single ice cube from the cup, moving to drag it against your collarbone. You inhale sharply at the coolness, tilting your head back while you squeeze your thighs together. It’s a relief from the heat but it’s an incredibly erotic feeling, shooting straight from where the ice meets your skin down to your pulsing pussy. He continues against your collarbone, dipping his lips down to suck the water up from your skin. As he does so, he lowers the ice down the curve of your breast. You gasp, eyelids involuntarily closing while goosebumps erupt over your skin. Billy’s tongue follows the ice, warming the coldness left in it’s wake. When he circles the ice cube around your nipple, you cry out softly.
“Coolin’ ya down?” he asks, biting his lip as he looks up at you.
Quite the opposite. You’ve never felt hotter, chest heaving as you pant out. It’s not a temperature thing. You’re squirming at the feeling, eyes wide with your eyebrows knit as you look at him, mouth agape. There’s no fucking way you could reply, no possibility of actual words coming from you. A weak moan falls out instead and he chuckles, looking at you with dark eyes as you fall apart beneath him. Billy circles the ice around your nipple a few more times before leaning down to suck up what’s melted around it. A strangled groan escapes you, hands gripping the couch under you. Billy slides the ice cube to the neglected nipple, but it’s barely the size of a marble at this point. It’s turned into water in no time but he’s reaching for a second quickly, running against your nipple while he sucks a sizable hickey on the other breast.
The teasing continues until you’re arching your back and the second ice cube melts into nothing. He peels your underwear down your thighs, slapping the bottom of one so you lift your legs and he can get them completely off. You sit up more, back against the arm of the couch while he retrieves another ice cube. Billy starts at your belly button, swirling the ice around before descending. Once the cold ice meets the top of your pussy lips, you gasp and spread your legs for him. Billy drags it down to your swollen clit, bumping the corner of the cube against the bundle of nerves before he’s moving it through your folds. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt, turning you into a puddle, just like the ice between his fingers. He slips the shrinking ice cube inside your cunt, watching you eagerly as your hips jerk from the feeling.
“Holy shit,” you pant out, wide eyed.
Billy bites his lip, looking from your pussy back to your eyes, “It melted, huh?”
“Uh-huh,” you nod, letting your head fall back as he reaches for another cube and repeats the same actions, but this time, he slides it inside your pulsing walls before it’s melted quite as much. He puts his whole mouth on you, tongue curling around your clit before flicking through your folds and then prodding into your hole. Billy’s fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs as he spreads you even wider, going to town on your pussy like a man starved. You moan repeatedly, fingers grasping at his dirty blonde curls as you push him closer against your cunt. He hums at the neediness, eyes meeting yours while he devours you.
“Oh, fuck!” you cry, eyes locked on his while he focuses on your clit, moving his tongue in the particularly perfect way he does. You can feel him moaning against you, watching as he grinds down against the couch. Billy slips two fingers in without resistance, curling them up against your sensitive wall as he sucks your clit between his lips. It’s formulaic, the way he can bring you on the precipice of orgasm in seconds. Tried and true, Billy works easily to bring you to that edge. He moans gutturally against you as your body seizes in pleasure, the rough waves of euphoric heaven wrack through you. Vision goes white, ears ringing as you scream your boyfriends name, thighs trapping his head and fingers pushing his mouth hard against you.
“Billy!” you cry, eyes leaking as you jerk your hips up against him, riding out your orgasm.
He allows you to come down, smoothing his hands against the backs of your thighs. His chin is shiny with your slick as he pulls away, moving quick to kiss you hungrily. The taste of yourself is welcomed, clinging to him desperately while he writhes against you. His hard cock strained by his underwear rubs against you in a way that has you eager for another orgasm. You scratch down his back, wrapping your legs around his waist as you pull him closer.
You remember the glass of quickly melting ice, pushing against his chest. Billy sits back, looking at you with that glassy look in his eyes that tells you he’s desperate. You sink down on the floor between his legs. Hooking your fingers into his waist band, you pull down his briefs and let his cock free. It slaps up against his abs, pulsing while his slit leaks. You move forward and lap at the precum before sitting back and grabbing for the cup. You pull out a cube and press it to the top of his cock. Billy groans lowly, watching as you drag it down is shaft and then experimentally slide it against his sack.
“Fu-uck,” he lets out in a broken moan, clenching his fists at his side, letting you know he’s giving you complete control.
The ice cube melts quickly and you lick up what it’s left behind before reaching for another. Shyly, you circle it against his nipple.
“Oh,” he exhales in pleased surprise as his legs involuntarily spread. You giggle softly, dragging the cube down his muscled torso and swipe it around the tip of his cock. Billy jerks his hips up, mouth hung open as he pants out. Your clit aches at the sight, walls fluttering around nothing but the thought of his stretching you out. But the sounds he makes are too pretty, and the almost submissive writhe of his body is too good. The ice cube drips, is so cold in your fingers as you bring it down against his shaft and then back up to the most sensitive part of his tip.
“Jesus Christ,” he curses, cock twitching at the sensation.
You bite your lip, bringing the ice to his slit and watching as his chest heaves with how hard he’s breathing. Once the ice melts and you look back to the cup, you realize that was the last of them. So you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and sink down until it meets the back of your throat. Breathing through your nose, you grab hold of his hands and he laces your fingers together. You bob up and down on his thick length, squeezing his hands as you focus on not gagging. Drool pools at the corners of your lips, dripping down his cock as you drag up and down it. The whimpers and whines he’s eliciting make you squirm where you’re sat, looking up to meet his watching eyes. Billy’s fucking ethereal, blissed out. Glazed eyes, pink lips parted as he pants out with his eyebrows knit together.
“Fuck,” he grits out, “Get on my cock. Need your pussy, now.”
The urgency in his voice rushes you, pulling off his cock with a pop before you climb into his lap. You sink down on his cock easily, the pair of you groaning out at the feeling. Billy grabs onto your hips roughly, pushing you down on him eagerly while he growls. You hump against him, wrapping your arms around his neck while you stare into his eyes.
“So good, your pussy feels so fucking good,” he whines out, nails digging into your skin.
“Billy,” you gasp out, eyes rolling back as his tip hammers into your g-spot.
“Such a good girl for me, fuck— so hot,” he babbles out, hands helping you bounce up and down on him, “Ride that cock, just like that, baby girl.”
His voice is heavy on your ears, riling you up even more while you ride him. It’s wonderful, your body overwhelmed with the pleasure. His gorgeous face staring up at you is intoxicating, makes you buzz with desperation. He’s utterly perfect, all chiseled and handsome and all fucking yours. You grab his face, grinding down on him with reckless abandon. Billy’s clearly close, he grabs your hips and holds you still so he can thrust up into you even harder.
“Oh, fuck yeah, take it,” he growls out, holding you tight enough to leave bruises. It doesn’t matter. You’re covered in the evidence of his lust.
“Feels so good,” you tell him.
“Yeah?” he asks, voice higher than normal. “Taking it like a good little slut. Fucking made for it.”
His words make your toes curl, coupled with the almost delirious look in his eye as he’s overtaken with arousal induced hunger. He looks so hot when he gets like this, concentrated yet falling apart. It’s enough to have you mirroring him, moaning out as you keep your grip on his stunning face. His eyes gaze up at you through thick eyelashes, beads of sweat forming along his hairline while his hips rock up into you with determined force. Your walls squeeze him as you feel the familiar pressure building in the pit of your stomach and the tingling sensation rushing up your thighs.
“Gonna cum?” he asks, breathless, “Go ahead, cum on my cock.”
Your hands move to hold his shoulders, pressing your foreheads together while you work to meet his thrusts. He captures your lips in his, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you flush against him. The kiss is just as urgent as the slapping of your bodies, sloppy and uncoordinated until it turns into the pair of you just moaning into each others mouths. Billy adjusts his hips just barely, pressing into your sensitive spot exactly how you need it.
“Right there,” you pant out, “Just like that. Don’t stop!”
Billy whines, rolling his hips harder and deeper. It only takes a handful of thrusts to push you over. A cry erupts from you as you scratch down his arms, back arching while the orgasm crashes through you like a ton of bricks. He kisses you again, swallowing all the sounds you make as he allows you to ride it out. Then, he’s grabbing at your hips again, plants his feet steady on the floor and hammers his hips up at you. He sets a brutal pace, fast and hard. It’s overwhelming, considering how spent you feel from the past two orgasms. The erotic grunts and moans he let out do a lot to dissipate the discomfort, you grab hold of his face again and stay still, letting him use you for his release. His moans get a little higher pitched, a little needier and he freezes, back arching as you feel his hot, thick spunk coating your walls.
“Billy,” you moan weakly, stroking his cheek as you watch his body relax. He hums softly, reaching up to press his palm against your cheek. The two of you stay put until the heat makes itself known again. You pull off of him, watching as his cum drips out of you and onto his softening cock. You kiss his nose softly before wandering into the bathroom to clean up. Billy’s behind you shortly after, kissing your forehead as you sit on the toilet before he splashes his face with cold water.
When you’re finished and follow him back towards the living room, he pulls on a pair of sweats from the pile of laundry you two have been neglecting and reaches for his pack of Marlboros. You follow him to the porch after pulling on a dress and sit with him. He intertwines your fingers after lighting his smoke and stares up at the sky, chuckling softly.
“What?” you ask curiously, peering up to see the grey clouds hiding the blazing sun.
“It’s gonna rain,” he observes and turns back to you, just as a strike of lightning flashes and is followed by a loud thundering. Rain starts pour down onto the yard and Billy’s placing his smoke in the ashtray before picking you up and carrying you out to the grass. You wrap your legs around his waist, giggling as the pair of you are drenched in seconds. Billy presses his lips against yours, deepening it quickly as he tightens his arms around you.
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