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virtchandmoir · 3 months

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Tessa Virtue had three wedding dresses. We spoke to the Toronto designer who created them

“Tessa really was swaying away from any details that looked or felt like a skating costume.”

February 2, 2024

Tessa Virtue and Toronto Maple Leafs defenceman Morgan Rielly have just revealed they secretly tied the knot, not once, but twice, last summer. First, there was a Toronto wedding at Noce restaurant with just four guests joining them. The couple then jetted to Italy the following day and with 11 family members to celebrate their union with an intimate cocktail party, dinner and dancing.

Virtue and Rielly have always been very private about their relationship, so the fact they kept their ‘I dos’ a secret for almost six months is not a surprise. In an exclusive interview with Hello! Virtue said the decision to publicly unveil their newlywed status was a moment she struggled with. “You know when something is just so meaningful to you that you simultaneously want to just hold on to it and protect it so fiercely, and also shout from the rooftops?”

What was not a surprise about this romantic secret marriage between two Canadian sport icons? The bride’s wedding fashion game. True to form in the age of the wedding wardrobe, where multiple looks are essential, Virtue wore three incredible gowns. Ever the passionate supporter of Canadian fashion, Virtue tapped Toronto-based designer Jaclyn Whyte of Whyte Couture—a label she’s been spotted wearing at glittering events in the city including the CAFA Awards—to design each of her wedding looks.

“It was a surreal experience to work with a legend such as Tessa Virtue as we’ve followed her throughout the years making Canada proud,” says Whyte. “It’s a very personal and intimate process when making a gown, you really get to know each other. Tessa is one of the sweetest, most genuine and thoughtful people I know, and it was wonderful to get to know her and build a lasting friendship during this time we spent together. It was an honour to have made not one but three gowns for her wedding celebrations.”

According to Whyte, all the wedding looks were a true collaborative process between Virtue and herself. She says Virtue was very open to ideas, drawn to classic silhouettes, and simple, luxurious fabrics but wanted to add her own touches to make them a little less traditional. “Tessa really was swaying away from any details that looked or felt like a skating costume,” Whyte says. “Tessa knew what she wanted, we listened carefully and she trusted us. It was a magical meeting of creative minds.”

For the Toronto wedding day, Tessa wore a sleek and chic halter gown with no embellishments—a vision of modern bridal style. “This dress was super comfortable,” Whyte explains. “It was a classic silhouette with no train in soft white.”

For the Italian party, there were two looks beginning with a bespoke tea-length corseted dress, which Virtue wore for the rehearsal dinner. This dress was a particular delight for Whyte to create with the bride because it was detailed with whimsical artwork—an engagement ring, hearts, flowers and a Canadian flag to name a few—and meaningful messages chosen by Virtue like “Ti Amo” and “Marry Me,” which were hand painted on the gown by the designer. “The personalized drawings and notes made this one unique and extra special,” says Whyte.

Virtue’s third wedding dress was a most glorious and dramatic strapless mermaid gown in a beautiful pastel pink. The bodice of the dress featured delicate ruching with a flared skirt and train accessorized with a statement bow on one side of the hemline. As Virtue told Hello!, her pink wedding dress was a gown she found by chance and didn’t know she needed until she tried it on. “I just felt so confident, so fun, so me. Not exactly typical ‘bride,’ which I also loved. It was one of those magical, magical moments.”

Thanks to Virtue’s perfect pink wedding dress moment, the rose-coloured gown is likely to be one of 2024’s biggest wedding fashion musts.

—The Star

#tessa #off ice #candid life #some more details

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silly4seojun · 3 months

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one kiss is all it takes

content tags: han seo-jun x reader, female reader, characters are aged up to mid 20s, drinking, lightweight best friend that plays matchmaker, tipsy reader, flirting, kissing at midnight, all lowercase intended

author’s note: sorry it’s very late & all over the place heh btw f/n = friend name

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the new year’s eve party was in full swing by the time you’re ushered past the threshold and into the overcrowded venue; you note how everyone was dressed up to the nines for the occasion, with the men in tuxedos and the women in a variety of gowns and cocktail dresses.

in a bout of anxiousness, you adjust the material of your plunging neckline in an effort to cover your dignity— i should’ve gone with the safe option— but f/n turns to you with a knowing look etched on her face, “relax, tonight’s all about having fun.”

the expression that forms on your face is enough to make her bark out a laugh, “you need a drink.” she didn’t even need to attempt a trip to the booming bar with a waiter walking past with a tray full of flutes of, what you figured to be, champagne— your favourite.

f/n takes two easily, smiling a sweet smile at the not-so-bad-looking waiter before turning back to you, handing you a flute.

“to a good night and an even better 2024!” you toast, clinking glasses and then swallowing back a significant amount of the bubbly alcohol before giving a sound of pleasant surprise and bringing the glass down from your lips.

“remind me again, how did you get us on the guest list?” you couldn’t help feeling like you were out of place, but the sweet taste of alcohol on your tongue soothes your discomfort.

f/n shrugs halfheartedly, “oh y’know, a favor from a friend that owes me.”

you hum in acknowledgment as you scan the sea of people only for your gaze to settle on a man that steals the attention of the room. your eyes couldn’t help the way they followed the man in complete awe as he moved around the room. the low lighting catches the pretty glittering of the embellished pinstripes that ran down the length of his black tuxedo, it makes you think— how can someone be so good looking?

your attention is pulled away from the alluring man to find f/n grinning, in the i know exactly what you were just doing kind of way. “i did say tonight’s all about having fun,” she laughs loudly when you smack her arm, “shut up!” although that doesn’t seem to stop her teasing.

“maybe he can be your new year’s kiss?” she wiggles her eyebrows, swiftly evading your expected smack and swapping your two empty glasses for two full flutes of champagne.

at the mention of the impeding new year, you check the time on the live countdown broadcast situated on the wall beside the bar— 11:13 p.m., forty seven minutes and twelve seconds remaining of 2023. playfully rolling your eyes, you turn away from the man in question, dismissing her taunts with a simple, “as if.”

the dance music gets louder the further you move into the venue, you sip on your new flute of bubbly as you eye the decor that littered the room. the decorations were in traditional nye colours, black and gold; matching the over-the-top dress code.

you’re interrupted by a loud, “i love this song! let’s dance.” f/n skulls the rest of her champagne before you get the chance to remind her she’s a lightweight, “please, y/n!” she adopts her adaptation of puppy dog eyes, pouting when you respond with a quick, and embarrassed, “no way!”

“come on, get in the spirit! dance with me.” f/n doesn’t wait for your answer this time, clumsily grabbing ahold of your hand and pulling you in the direction of the dance floor. you easily down the remaining alcohol and send an apologetic smile to the waiter who you hand the empty glass to.

“i’m definitely not drunk enough for this.” you cringe when you’re finally in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by other, drunk, party goers. although, that doesn’t seem to prevent f/n from dancing to a familiar beat.

you start to dance along with the song, deciding to let loose a little, it’s new year’s eve! somehow in the midst of the chaos, you find yourself enjoying the moment. f/n has a wild grin on her face— one that you can credit the alcohol for— as she dances in a way you can only laugh at, it’s how she normally dances and it’s silly, but you love it.

after a dance battle and encore, you’re short of breath and in need of a drink. in her warped vision, f/n looks back to find you gladly grabbing your third glass of bubbly from another passing waitress, settling at one of the nearby cocktail bar tables. the air was full of the stench of alcohol and hum of 2023’s greatest hit songs, it was practically impossible to ignore, though the sweetness of champagne allows you a moment of bliss as it coats your throat.

you struggle to restrain the corner of your lips from quirking up when f/n staggers over to the table, she clutches the edge to keep her balance.

“oh, look!” a hiccup interrupts her, but she shamelessly points to something behind you. “it’s that guy you were totally checking out earlier.” as if on cue, the champagne you were just sipping on suddenly goes down the wrong pipe, causing you to sputter into a napkin.

you look at her incredulously but she seems to ignore the expression. “why don’t you go over there and introduce yourself?” it doesn’t sound too bad, in theory, until she adds, “it’s almost midnight and you need a new year’s kiss, stat!”

f/n ungracefully stumbles into your side, clutching onto your arm, “i don’t think so.” you attempt to pry your arm out of her grasp but she only clings onto you tighter as she moves towards the stranger.

nerves start to bubble in your chest as you get closer and closer and closer. “oh! i need to go to the bathroo—,” you try your luck with a lame excuse, and for a split second relief floods your system as f/n comes to a stop in her pursuit, but it just as quickly disappears as she shoves you forward, “go get ‘em, tiger!”

“shit, i’m so sorry!” your apology rolls of your tongue— this can’t be happening— when you’re knocked right into him, spilling his drink all over his hand. “my friend is annoyingly… enthusiastic.”

“thank her for me.” his lips stretch into a boyish smile, a tinge of amusement playing on his features as he takes in your frazzled state.

“let me help you clean this up,” you go to find a nearby waiter when he reassures you he can do it himself, setting down the now empty glass and taking out a napkin with one hand and wiping away the stray liquid from the other.

“there. now, as i was sayin’…” he grins a cute smile, you could almost mistake it as being… flirty. “i’ve been wantin’ to talk to you all night.”

you flush at his frankness, “is that so?” you feel hot under his gaze, concluding the champagne that you had been drinking all evening had finally hit you. you giggle to yourself, “well, lucky me then.”

“can i get your name, pretty?” his cheeks seem to mirror yours— pink and warm.

the buzz makes you bolder than usual, allowing you to bite your lip when you smoothly respond with, “only if i get yours, handsome.”

at that, he laughs and it makes your heart jump in your chest. there’s a little smile playing at your lips, when he finally folds, impressed with your flirting.

“seo-jun.” he extends a hand, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“well, hi seo-jun,” you test his name on your tongue, “i’m y/n.” you take his much larger hand in, what you thought was a handshake, but he surprises you with a quick kiss to the top of your knuckles.

the action pulls a shy laugh from you, “that was pretty smooth.”

seo-jun is just as sheepish when he pulls away, “well, y/n, i’ve got a lot more from where that came from.” despite his bashfulness, that doesn’t stop him from closing his left eye to form a wink.

he’s closer now, so close you can smell his cologne and notice the pretty way his eyes crinkle when he smiles and your heart thumps against your rib cage because of it.

f/n and what she said earlier comes to the forefront of your mind, and it seems more like a possibility now but it doesn’t stop the flush from spreading across your cheeks; she was right. ignoring the way your breath catches in your throat when seo-jun watches you, you force the words out of you before you can chicken out. “i don’t normally do this but, uh, did you wanna be my new year’s kiss?”

it’s almost embarrassing how quickly you feel the bud of hope in your chest blooming, and seo-jun doesn’t let you down. “i can’t think of a better way to start the new year off.”

the chanting of the guests is what pulls you back to reality and you don’t believe what’s in motion, it’s too good to be true. you try to look to the crowd to confirm for yourself what’s really happening but seo-jun catches you, his hand cupping your jaw as he guides your gaze back to him. “focus on me, pretty.”

he makes the way he draws you closer to his chest seem so natural and it’s dizzying how handsome he is upon closer inspection. all you can do is dumbly nod as your eyes look up into his, drinking in his appearance. the curves of his lips look so soft and supple at this angle, too tempting not to want to kiss.

four! three!

he bends his neck to minimise the distance between you, now millimetres only separating you. at this reach your lips brush against his a few times, his breath fanning across your face as you patiently wait; waiting for the countdown to, at long last, reach its completion.

two!

you don't take notice of the final cheer as seo-jun finally slots his lips against yours. your hands instinctively move to hold the nape of his neck as your lips become familiar with his. you melt into his warmth, his lips buttery soft and sweet. the way he presses himself further into you, it’s sweet and gentle, it makes your stomach twist into a knot.

when you pull away, starstruck and breathless, seo-jun cheekily grins. “we should definitely do this again.” you can’t help but agree with him; the suggestion doesn’t sound so bad after all.

#han seojun #han seojun x reader #han seojun scenarios #true beauty #true beauty x reader #true beauty scenarios #fluff #winnie writes

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swan-of-sunrise · 2 months

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Hawkeye (Part I)

Summary: Six days before Christmas, a four-month pregnant (Y/N) accompanies Sam and Bucky to a performance of Rogers: The Musical while Steve and Carina stay home, and any hope of a quiet Christmas for the growing Rogers-(Y/L/N) family is dashed when the married couple catches a shocking news report that threatens to expose their friend as the world’s most prolific vigilante.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi there and welcome to the 4-part series centering around Hawkeye and the Christmas of 2024! This is such an underrated and underappreciated show, and I always knew that I wanted to write (Y/N), Steve and their growing family into it (and give a little extra love to Clint, ‘cause he deserves it!). This’ll be very faithful to the show, but expect a few surprises along the way lol thank you for reading, and I hope you all enjoy!

Hawkeye (Part I) December 19th, 2024 The Home of (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Steve Rogers, Brooklyn (Previous One-Shot)

With Christmas only a week away, the Rogers-(Y/L/N) house was filled to the brim with festive cheer. Their beautifully adorned tree stood tall in the living room beside their grand piano and throughout the rest of the house, they’d set out their plethora of holiday decorations; thanks to Steve’s growing proficiency at baking, the air was laced with the mouthwatering aroma of peppermint, gingerbread and vanilla. The only thing that could improve their cheerful home was the laughter of close friends inspired by the greatly anticipated opening of Broadway’s newest hit show, Rogers: The Musical.

“I’m tellin’ you, Steve, you missed out on one hell of a show!” Sam twisted the cap off his beer and smirked as he took a long sip. “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but watchin’ these two trying their damndest to keep their cool was way more entertaining than watchin’ Nick Fury sing.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at her best friend’s exaggeration, taking off her jewelry piece by piece and looking through the living room mirror that she was stood before at her highly-amused husband seated behind her. “Don’t listen to Birdbrain, sweetheart, he’s embellishing the truth yet again; as long as you ignore all the blatant historical inaccuracies, it’s a perfectly enjoyable musical.”

“That’s easy for you to say, doll, they didn’t have you doin’ a corny tap dance number to somehow symbolize the hell of war,” Bucky grumbled under his breath, still miffed by his out-of-character portrayal in the musical and Sam’s overly-enthusiastic reaction whenever ‘Sergeant Bucky Barnes’ had appeared onstage to sing or dance. “Trust me, buddy, you saved yourself a whole heap of annoyance and justifiable indignation by staying home.”

“Well, I figured that my brief brush with showbiz back in ’43 was plenty enough for one lifetime,” Steve replied with a grin, patting his best friend’s shoulder as he got up from the couch and crossed the living room to help (Y/N) undo the clasp of her necklace. “Even one as long as mine. But hey, I had a stack of unfinished sketches and my little angel to keep me company here at home, and I didn’t have to watch the guy playing me sing a power ballad to a giant poster of Uncle Sam.”

When the necklace’s chain loosened, (Y/N) turned around and pressed her lips against her husband’s in a brief but sweet kiss of thanks. “I should count myself lucky; the rest of the world has to buy a ticket to a hit Broadway show to hear Steve Rogers belt out a power ballad, but all I have to do is listen in on him whenever he takes a shower.”

Sam and Bucky laughed at that and after a chuckling Steve retaliated by tickling the sensitive skin of her neck and stealing another kiss from her, (Y/N) headed upstairs to change out of her black cocktail dress and into her pajamas. She breathed a sigh of relief when she kicked off her black kitten heels and after peeling off her dress, she hung it over the back of her vanity’s chair and smoothed a hand over the satin slip that covered the slight swell of her four-month-pregnant belly. “Thanks for being so cooperative in there tonight, gumball. I had a really fun time with your Uncle Sam and your Uncle Bucky.”

Unfortunately, (Y/N)’s second pregnancy was almost the polar opposite of her first; where she hadn’t begun to show until her second trimester and she never once experienced morning sickness, she was already transitioning into maternity wear and she’d been plagued with intense nausea for over a month straight that was only just beginning to ease up. Their night on the town served as both an enjoyable evening with friends at a so-bad-it’s-good musical adaptation of her husband’s life, and a test to see how well she’d do during her latest book promotion tour in January.

It seemed as though she’d be able to physically handle all the interviews, press conferences and book signing, but she was still working on preparing herself mentally to discuss the chapter of her life that had brought her the greatest joys and largest despairs. While Assemble: The Unabridged History of the Avengers was the definitive chronicle of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, it wasn’t quite as unabridged as one would expect; the remaining Avengers had agreed on what details should be kept from the public – namely, their utilization of Pym Particles to achieve time travel, the entirety of the time heist and Clint’s five-year-long stint as the vengeful Ronin – so not only would she be tasked with discussing the deaths of her friends and allies, she’d also have to carefully work to keep those certain details a secret. Not an easy feat when you’re already experiencing pregnancy brain, she thought to herself with an inward sigh, slipping into her satin nightgown and tugging her robe on as she crept across the hall into Carina’s dimly-lit nursery.

Predictably, her fifteen-month old daughter was fast asleep in her crib, curled up under her colorful Wakandan-made blanket and clutching her stuffed white wolf; Indy, their senior German Shepard rescue, was nestled in his dog bed at the foot of the crib and when (Y/N) quietly entered, his head snapped up at attention but he immediately relaxed when she scratched behind his ears and the thick fur of his neck. Once their protective family dog was placated with scratches, she leaned over the crib and took a moment to observe her peaceful daughter; as energetic as the half super-soldier was throughout the day, she absolutely loved to sleep and hardly ever complained when they put her down for her two daily naps. Greg and Mara warned her that her daughter’s mild-mannered attitude could always fade away once she entered her ‘Terrible Two’s,’ but (Y/N) had a gut-feeling that Carina’s early adventures through space and all the battles against un-dead Asgardians and Thanos’ bloodthirsty army that she’d been present for gave her a resilience that most grown adults would never come to possess.

“Sweet dreams, my little lemon drop,” (Y/N) murmured, her fingers gently brushing her (Y/H/C) locks out of her face before she leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss onto her forehead. “I love you.”

After tucking the blanket around her daughter’s sleeping form, (Y/N) gave her one last smile and turned away from her crib, unsurprised to see Steve leaning against the nursery’s door frame with a content smile playing on his lips. “Sam and Buck already turned in for the night, so I thought I’d check in and see how my three lovely ladies were doing.”

“Two, sweetheart; you know as well as I do that we haven’t found out the sex of the baby yet.” She quietly closed the nursery door and looked at her husband with playful suspicion as they strolled hand-in-hand into their bedroom. “Unless you called up Dr. Prince behind my back.”

“Nope, just some good old-fashioned fatherly intuition.” Steve chuckled, bending down to press a kiss onto her small bump before they went about getting ready for bed, with him changing into his pajamas while she removed her makeup and applied her nighttime skincare in their room’s adjoining bathroom. “The guys mentioned that Barton and his kids were there, too.”

(Y/N)’s fingers momentarily stopped massaging moisturizer into the skin of her face as she recalled the grief etched into the archer’s face when Natasha’s character first twirled onto the stage. “Yeah, they were kicking off their Barton Family Christmas with a little trip to the city to see the show. They left about halfway through; Clint texted me later saying that it was because the kids were a little restless and they wanted to go out for Chinese food before it got too late, but…but I think it had something to do with Nat.”

Steve sighed but remained silent; when (Y/N) finished her nighttime routine and walked back into the bedroom, he was already sitting on his side of the bed with a downcast expression on his face. “He still blames himself for what happened on Vormir.”

“I think so, but I also think he knows that nothing he could’ve done would’ve stopped Nat from making that call…” With a sad sort of smile, she slipped out of her robe and climbed into bed beside her husband, adjusting the comforter over their laps and meeting his saddened azure eyes. “Most of all, I think he just misses her.” And I know exactly how he feels, she thought to herself as her throat burned and she tried her hardest not to imagine the faces of those she still grieved over.

Not a day went by when (Y/N) didn’t think about all the friends they’d lost over the past several years: Tony, Natasha, Vision, Loki and most recently, T’Challa; just as suddenly as they’d lost their four friends and teammates in the battle against Thanos, the King of Wakanda had passed away after a private battle with illness over two months ago. It seemed that with each blessing that appeared in their life, there was an equally devastating blow waiting just around the corner for them and as each one was dealt, (Y/N) started to truly comprehend the all-consuming grief that had followed Clint like a shadow since Thanos’ Snap in 2018.

Being with Steve and Carina and knowing that there was a new baby on the way certainly helped, as did sharing memories of those they’d lost with her husband and their two best friends and focusing her attention on her upcoming book tour. Steve, understanding all too well the emotions that were brewing within her, brought a hand up to cradle her cheek and drew his thumb across her cheekbone as his eyes softened with empathy. “When Cari dumped her entire bowl of spaghetti onto her head the other night and we had to give her an emergency bath, one of the first things that went through my mind was that Nat would get a kick out of hearing that story. It took me a second to remember that she…” Steve’s voice cracked and he swallowed thickly before continuing. “I’ve fought gods and monsters, I’ve traveled through space and time and I’ve lived long enough to believe that in this universe, anything is possible. She knows, sunshine…they all do.”

With tears in her eyes, (Y/N) let out a watery laugh and accepted the tissue that he offered her. “You sure you’re not the New York Times best-selling author in this family?”

“Nah, it’s just easier to land an emotional speech when your wife’s hormones are constantly being thrown for a loop by a four month old fetus,” Steve replied with a lopsided grin while she shook her head in playful exasperation and dabbed at her tear-filled eyes. “We should probably get some sleep; Sam and Buck have an early flight to New Orleans tomorrow, and we’ve still gotta take Cari to the mall for her picture with Santa.”

(Y/N), recalling her best friend Greg and his wife Mara’s many horror stories of taking their little Abbie to see Santa, bit her lip and replied, “Our daughter spent the first month of her life surrounded by Sakaarians, un-dead Asgardians and Chitauri soldiers, so I’m sure that a picture with a complete stranger dressed as Santa Claus’ll be a piece of cake.”

“Of course…” The longer her husband thought it over, though, the more hesitant he appeared. “But maybe we should pack her stuffed wolf just in case-?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

Ever the true gentleman, Steve discarded her tissue for her and switched off their bedside lamp before burrowing under the bedcovers beside her, leaning over to brush his lips against her brow while she slipped her arm over his torso. “I also have to text Scott; when we were finishing up my interview for his book last week, he made me promise to give him a review of the musical. I think he wants to take Hope and Cassie when the touring company comes to San Francisco in the spring.”

Steve chuckled and carefully wound his arm around her to hold her closer. “He’ll be happy to know that they decided to add him to the Battle of New York. Speaking as one of the six people who was there, though, I’m not too sure what the presence of Ant-Man’s meant to add to one of Earth’s first alien invasions.”

“That’s the beauty of historical fiction: you can play fast and loose with dates, times and events for the sake of dramatic purposes while still portraying a person’s real-life story. In this case, adding one of the most popular Avengers to one of the most famous Avengers battles doesn’t change the fact that you – the main character – really were there.” (Y/N)’s eyes drifted closed and she could feel her body relaxing against Steve’s as sleep began to take hold. “With that being said, I just know he’s never ever gonna stop talking about it…”

Their tired laughs were suddenly interrupted by a sharp rap on their closed bedroom door and before either of them could say anything, the door opened and the light flickered on to reveal Sam and Bucky entering their room with matching frowns on their faces. “Sorry for barging in, guys, but you’re gonna wanna see this.” While Sam crossed over to retrieve the television remote from (Y/N)’s nightstand, she and Steve exchanged a look of confusion as they sat up and Bucky sat himself down on the edge of their bed as Sam switched their television on to NY1.

“…following a breaking news story, a high society gala rocked by an explosion when it went off at Park Avenue and 68th Street tonight. The cause of the explosion is still under investigation, but witnesses captured cell phone footage of a masked assailant fleeing the scene.” The news anchor’s face was replaced with an unsteady video of a bustling 68th Street; a masked figure dressed from head to toe in black vaulted over a speeding car and scooped a matted Golden Retriever up into their arms, both sliding out of the busy traffic just in the nick of time. The amateur footage paused on a close-up of the masked figure, and (Y/N)’s heart leapt into her throat when she recognized the imposing black and gold leather suit. “Authorities believe the assailant could be-”

“The Ronin,” (Y/N) breathed, and the implications of the infamous suit’s reappearance were not lost on her or the other three men in the room.

“-Who once terrorized organized crime here in New York and around the world for five brutal years. This is the first potential sighting of the Ronin in years, and his identity continues to remain a mystery to this day. We will continue to follow this breaking news story and report on any developments as they come in-”

Sam muted the television and turned to face them with a troubled expression written across his face. “That sure as hell wasn’t Barton in that video.”

“Which means one of two possibilities: either somebody with a sick sense of humor’s running around New York in a handmade Ronin suit and playing out their little fantasy of being a vigilante…” The fingers of Bucky’s vibranium hand traced along the raised lettering of his old dog tags as his brows furrowed, his earlier pleasant mood long gone and replaced with a dark trepidation. “Or someone found the real suit in the wreckage of the Avengers Facility.”

His features drawn with a solemnity reminiscent of his days as Captain America, Steve carded his hand through his rumpled blonde hair and stared at the muted footage of the imposter. “Either way, Barton and his kids are in danger; if they manage to find out the Ronin’s true identity, then every single member of the city’s criminal underworld is gonna go after him for revenge.”

(Y/N) let out a weary sigh and reached for her cell phone that was charging on her nightstand. “So much for that Barton Family Christmas…”

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A/N: And there you have it! How do you think the Rogers-(Y/L/N) family will fit into this show? What're the surprises that are gonna pop up? I guess you'll have to tune in for the rest of the chapters to find out! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3ziGMhEsAw833GQ9eV44nR?si=6dfead09c76848d5

Hawkeye (Part II)

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 30

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Oral sex; piv; unprotected sex

“You look beautiful.”

“You can cut that out.”

“Cut what out?”

“This. This,” You waggled your finger at him, “Flirty, handsome, charming…schtick.”

Harvey’s brows rose, smile widening as you raised your champagne flute to your lips. The cocktail party was fairly well-attended. You hadn’t been to anything so fancy since…Well, you’d never been to anything this fancy.

“You agreed to come with me,” Harvey pointed out. “So I thought you liked the flirty, handsome, charming schtick. Which, for the record, is not a schtick.”

“I agreed to come as a favor to Mike.”

“A favor.”

“Yes.”

“You owed him one?” “No. Now he owes me one.”

Harvey’s brow furrowed, resting his elbow against one of the high tables and leaning against it.

“Why’d you agree to come if you didn’t owe him?” He asked. You considered, looking down into your glass.

When Mike had called just a few hours ago, a plea in his voice as he plied, Look, I know you don’t like the guy much, but he’s—.You just don't know him well...C’mon, do me a solid. I’ll owe you forever. You might even have fun. There’s an open bar, and you can get all dressed up. You told me you need a good night out, right?, you hadn’t given it a second thought.

“Because you’re important to Mike, and Mike’s important to me,” You admitted, meeting Harvey’s eye. He was quiet for a moment, which made you prickle with nerves. You weren’t use to Harvey being quiet. It was almost as bad as Harvey talking.

“...Do you love him?” Harvey asked after a moment.

“Like a brother.”

Harvey huffed a soft laugh before he nodded to your glass.

“Drink up. Let’s go.”

“What?” You frowned, shaking your head.

“We’re gonna get out of here and get some real dinner.”

“I agreed to the cocktail party, Specter.”

“I’m paying.”

“...You better be,” You mumbled, raising your glass to your lips and draining it.

You were having fun. That was weird, and a little horrifying. Harvey Specter was the most irritating man in the world, so why were you…Smiling? And laughing? You hated this guy—This guy was incredibly hateable. He was insanely annoying, disgustingly smug, and stupidly hot, goddamnit. You hated this guy! You were supposed to hate this guy.

Harvey had taken you to a small restaurant on the Upper East Side. There were ten tables total, and all of them were filled. You knew the place was expensive—the menu didn’t even have prices on it. The tables were fairly small, and the lighting was dim. Harvey was even more attractive by candlelight.

It just wasn’t fair.

“So,” Harvey folded his arms against the table as a waiter took away your emptied dinner plates, “Still against my…What was it….Gorgeous, amazing, clever, fascinating, brilliant, charming…schtick thing?”

“Okay, only one of those adjectives was one that I used, and it was charming.”

“I paraphrased.”

“You deliberately twisted and embellished my words.”

“I did not.”

“I don't believe you for a second.”

“You’re hurting my feelings.”

“Awwww, poow wittle Hawvey.”

“Keep it up and we’re splitting the check.”

You chuckled softly, leaning back in your seat and taking up your glass of wine.

“Still against it?” He pressed again. You sighed softly, averting your eyes.

“Look, the few times we’ve met, you just seemed too…Slick.”

“Slick.”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever considered that might just be how I am?”

“It’s not,” You insisted, shaking your head. “I mean…That’s Lawyer Harvey. That’s not the Harvey I’ve been talking to for the last couple of hours.”

“It’s not?”

“No. Lawyer Harvey is, like…Teflon. Things just slide off of him. That’s not you, that’s not what I’m seeing now. Unless this is the act,” You offered, waggling your finger at him. “And frankly…I don’t know which would be worse.”

Harvey watched you for a few long, curious moments, blinking and nodding slowly before he lowered his gaze to the tablecloth. Suddenly, you felt silly, spilling your thoughts to him like that.

“You’re not who I thought you were, either,” Harvey offered after a moment. Your brow furrowed at the insistence.

“Who did you think I was?” You shook your head.

“A frigid little princess.”

You scoffed out a stunned laugh at the admission.

“You did not—!”

“I did,” He nodded, “You were so quiet when we met, I figured you were just…”

“Frigid?”

“Aloof, yeah.”

“I’m shy, you asshole!” You laughed. Harvey grinned, laughing, too. You shook your head, taking a sip before setting your glass of wine back on the table.

“Still feeling shy?” Harvey teased.

“I’m starting to,” You mumbled, scrubbing your hand over your rapidly-heating face. When you glanced up again, you found Harvey watching you closely.

“What do you say we skip dessert here, go grab a drink somewhere else?” He asked.

“Are you trying to wine and dine me, Mr. Specter?”

“Already got the dine part in.”

“And some of the wine part, if we’re being fair. Where were you thinking?”

“Well, I chose this place, why don’t you choose where we go next?”

“Ah…I don’t know, I don't think you’d like the places I go.”

“I bet I’d love them.”

It was a soft murmur, leveled at you with a warm gaze. It made your stomach flip and twist with surprise. This was bad. This was getting worse. You were supposed to hate this guy. This was bad. This was very bad.

This was very, very bad. You shouldn’t have suggested this place. It was one of your favorite bars—a nautically themed boozy dive in SoHo. The place was hopping, which was no great surprise on a Friday night. You got the last available stool at the bar, so Harvey was standing behind you. But it being so busy meant that you and Harvey were pressed insanely close together. He had to lean over your shoulder, bracketing your body with his hands against the bar as he yelled a drink order at the bartender over the thud of music and the din of conversation. Once he’d ordered, you expected him to lean away from you—but Harvey stayed pressed up close.

“Come here often?” He asked into your ear. You chuckled softly, nudging his side lightly before you leaned back against him. You turned your head back toward him, fingers flexing in the bar as his lips brush your cheek.

“Don’t be a dick, I like this place,” You argued.

“I’m not being a dick!”

“No?”

“I like it, too.” Harvey shifted from foot to foot, hands sliding along the bar, tightening around your middle marginally. Your face went warm with the murmur, the tease around his tone, and the brush of his lips and breath against your cheek.

“You sure you’re not just being nice?”

Harvey chuckled, hands lowering from the bar to rest on your thighs.

“Sweetheart, I’m never nice.”

Your hands tightened on the bar, squeezing to fight off a shiver that he’d surely feel. The two of you turned your attention to the bartender as he set your drinks down. You batted Harvey’s arm in protest as he reached into his pocket.

“I’ve got it,” You insisted, sliding your hand into your clutch.

“No, c’mon—”

“Don’t c’mon me. You got dinner, I’m getting this. It’s like, less than a fraction of what you paid, I’m sure,” You insisted as you passed your card over the bar. Harvey pressed against your back to reach his drink, murmuring a thank you against the shell of your ear, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. You did shiver a little then, unable to help it.

Harvey Specter was definitely a bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing—and you couldn't even bring yourself to be mad at it. You took up your drink, clicking it lightly against his before you leaned back against him a touch. He hummed at the movement, sliding his arm from your thigh to curl around your middle, keeping you close. He thumbed the fabric of your dress, shifting from foot to foot again, rocking you slightly as he moved.

“Is it good?” You asked, turning your head to catch sight of him.

“It is. Would you like a taste?”

“Sure.”

You set your glass down, and are prepared to take his. But Harvey leaned in, lips brushing against yours. You stilled, heart leaping into your throat.

This was a very, very, very bad idea. You were supposed to hate this guy.

You tipped your chin up toward his, chest tightening with nerves. Some part of you, a part that seemed to have not fully registered the last few hours left with this guy, was worried that Harvey was going to pull away and start laughing, teasing you for falling for it.

That part of you went completely quiet as Harvey took gentle hold of your jaw. He slipped his tongue past your parted lips. Your eyes slid closed, tongue smoothing along his. You set your drink down carefully before you raised a hand, gently cupping his cheek. You could taste Harvey’s drink on his tongue—the mingle of bourbon, simple syrup, and mint. You drew back just a touch, looking up at him. There was something in the dark pools of his eyes, something warm and wanting that you’d seen just a flash of when he’d arrived to pick you up. Harvey leaned back a bit more, grasping the bottom of your stool and turning you to face him.

He hardly gave you a second to settle before he leaned in again, catching your lips with his. You slid your arms around his middle, struggling to spread your legs against the fabric of your dress, trying to make more room for him to press up against you. He broke your kiss with a frustrated grunt, looking around for a moment. Then he reached behind you, grabbing your clutch from the purse hook and taking your hand. You slid off of the stool with a surprised squeal, letting Harvey lead you deeper into the bar, through the throng of people.

You cast a nervous glance around as Harvey yanked the bathroom door open, tugging you inside. You were sure at least two people saw the two of you go in—I mean, they had to, didn't they? How could no one have noticed?

Still, your panic melted as Harvey tugged and locked the door behind the two of you. He flung your clutch toward the sink (something you were sure to take issue with later) before he took your face in his hands, drawing you into his chest. You groaned, hooking your arms around his shoulders and pulling him in. The kiss broke with a slick suck as Harvey dipped his head, pressing plush kisses along your neck. You shoved the suit jacket on his shoulders, pushing it off. He shook it away, letting it fall to the floor before his hands cupped your cheeks, his chin lifting to meet your lips in another kiss. He lowered his hand to paw at your breasts, grasping and squeezing them. You arched up into the touch, hands fumbling to open his belt. You reach down, palming his cock through his suit pants.

“Fuck,” He mumbled against your lips, swiping his thumb over the hardening peak of one of your nipples beneath the fabric of your dress.

“We should—I mean, quickly,” You insisted between kisses, “Bar this busy, someone’s gonna have to—Sooner or later.”

“Probably sooner,” Harvey agreed. You slid your foot out, drawing his jacket toward you before you lowered yourself to your knees. Harvey watched you with a hint of surprise as you unfastened his pants, drawing them down around his thighs. You grasped his hardening cock, stroking it before you leaned in, taking him into your mouth. Harvey groaned softly, resting his hand on the back of your head. You weren't surprised as he began to guide your movements. You went as he liked, humming softly as you swept your tongue along the head of his cock.

After a few moments, he used his hold on your head to lean you off, urging murmurs of, “Up. Get up, c’mon,” Falling from his lips. You did as he said, a little unsteady on your feet as Harvey guided you backward, nudging you into the sink. You drew in a shocked surprise as your ass slid down into the bowl, cushioned by your clutch. Harvey kissed you ravenously as his hands shoved up the fabric of the skirt of your dress. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, drawing them down and off until they were dangling off of one of your ankles.

You expected him to reach down, to guide himself in, but he dropped to his knees, hooking his arms around your waist and drawing you forward. Harvey lapped at you with a luxurious slowness, as if your ass wasn’t pushed into a dirty bar sink. Your head tipped back against the dirty, tagged and stickered mirror, eyes slipping shut and mouth falling open as he swirling his tongue in achingly slow circles around your clit. You slid a hand into his hair, guiding him as you liked, and grinning when he let out a hum of encouragement.

“Fuck, Harvey,” You whined, hips pressing down against the tantalizing sweep of his lips and tongue. You whined as he drew away, blinking up at him hazily as he straightened to stand over you. You hooked your fingers in the fabric of his shirt, peering down between the two of you as he grasped his cock. He teased it along the slick, aching seam of your pussy before he gently eased himself in. You drew a short hiss in through your teeth, your hips tipping down against him as you took him in fully.

“Fuck,” You mumbled again, eyelashes fluttering as you adjusted.

“Still hating my schtick?” Harvey murmured, curling over you, lips brushing yours.

“Still finding me frigid?” You batted back, fighting the urge to giggle.

“Not one bit, princess.”

Lust and irritation twined together at the pet name, stunned by the warmth he said it with. Harvey set his hands on the walls behind you, bracing himself as he began to grind his hips against yours. You whimpered, fighting to keep your eyes open, and your gaze intently on his. You raised your hands, setting them on either side of his neck.

“You feel so fucking good,” You breathed.

“You think this is good now,” Harvey grinned devilishly, “Wait til I get you in bed.”

You couldn’t stop your grin, fingers tightening as he picked his pace up. A moan slipped out of your throat as Harvey lowered a hand, swiping at your sensitive, throbbing clit.

“Fuck, fuck, Harvey—”

“Almost there?” He murmured.

“Ye–yes, Harvey, shit—”

“Good. Sooner we cum, sooner I can bring you home and lay you out properly.”

The insistence made that little coiling feeling in your belly tighten.

“Almost,” You warned, “Just—” You reached down, grasping his wrist and holding it steady as you fucked down against his fingers and cock. His eyes swept your face, jaw tightening as his thrusts became less and less controlled. You nodded hurriedly eyes sliding shut as Harvey bowed over you, whining as your orgasm swelled and crested. Your bodies ground and pressed tightly together as you each came sharply.

“...Okay,” Harvey mumbled into your neck. “Let’s grab my jacket and get out of here.”

“My card is still behind the bar.”

“We’ll get it tomorrow.”

“But they’ll charge me extraaaaaaa,” You whined. Harvey grunted.

“Drop in the bucket compared to what I paid for dinner.”

“Hey, you chose to take me there. You could’ve taken me to McDonald’s.”

“You would’ve told Mike. I never would’ve lived it down."

You opened your mouth to argue, but Harvey’s brows rose. You grinned, unable to help it.

“Yeaaaaah, I would’ve,” You agreed, giggling.

“Jacket,” Harvey insisted, “And then I’m taking you home. C’mon,” He drew away from you. “Sooner we go, the sooner you can enjoy my schtick some more.”

“And I am never going to live that down,” You grumbled, carefully climbing out of the sink. You reached back, wincing at the sight of your dampened clutch.

"I can't believe you threw it in the sink, Specter."

"I didn't hear you complaining when I did it."

"I was a little preoccupied."

"Oh yeah? With what?"

Looking up at Harvey, you found that knowing smirk on his lips—the same you'd seen earlier that evening. Now, it didn't make you prickle with annoyance. It made interest swirl in your belly. You reached up, gripping Harvey by his collar ad drawing him in for a kiss. He groaned, curling his arms around your middle and drawing you in. You grinned, leaning back to look at him after one more peck.

"With that."

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Title: “Unlike Fiction” Chapter: 1/1? Pairing: Sampo x Reader, Gepard x Reader Reader: Gender Neutral / Illegal Underworlder living in Overworld Relationship Level: Sampo - Ex-Beau / Gepard - Current Beau Trust: Sampo - Low / Gepard - Moderate Summary: You decide to show up for Gepard’s celebration for becoming Captain of the Silvermane guard at Serval’s request. However, things don’t go as expected… Warning!: Cursing, Thoughts of Self-Harm (No harm though!)

Glimmering glass chandeliers, bubbling champagne, and a cast of incredibly wealthy persons that all seem to know one another only skin deep…

This scenery is straight out of any romance novel conveying star-crossed lovers of opposing social classes. Though you had to admit, the authors really nailed it. You always thought that at least some of it had to be a little embellished. Yet just as they say, even the ceiling of this immense manor is painted with glorious recounts of Belobog’s long history with awe-inspiring detail.

Your fingers squeeze around the stem of your champagne glass.

The nobles that have gathered are all dressed to the nines. Some even go so far as to wear flowers that are worth at least six years of your own pay. You gulp when you catch sight of a few of the noble ladies standing off to the side in a huddled corner with handheld fans up, covering the lower part of their faces. Quickly, you avert your gaze.

You already know they’re talking about you. Not that it matters. Gossip is a game for the small-minded and weak-willed.

Though you can’t help a certain thought that keeps besieging your mind.

Should you really be here?

“There you are!” Serval calls excitedly with no bother to maintain the rules of decorum as she hurries over to you.

Thank Qlipoth…

Her outfit fits the atmosphere but you feel a sense of pride to see that she never took out her punk rock highlights. It gives you a sense of solidarity as there were a few things in your own look that you refused to change just for a single event.

She definitely gets a few irksome looks, for the mere sin of existing. But like the magnificent storm queen that she is, she doesn’t even care. Immediately, you feel like you’ve found refuge the second she hooks her arm around yours.

“Ugh, thank goodness that you’re here. I was about to lose my head just a moment ago,” she huffs lightly before leaning into you with a relieved smile, “Seriously. I’m really glad you came. I know this isn’t what you’re used to… but if I know Geppie, he’s going to love it that you're here.”

“You really think so?” you ask, still feeling a bit apprehensive.

“Of course! Oh god. You should see how he lights up whenever he mentions you. I swear, you’re like his favorite subject to talk about these days. He barely mentions work anymore. Thank you, by the way. That subject was getting a bit tiresome, but I never really knew how to break it to him, you know? I’m just still sore after the whole… Well… You know.”

Her cerulean eyes drift downwards.

Serval’s sudden termination from the Architects was definitely a huge blow. It was still fresh in her mind despite it happening over a few months ago. Even so, you could still see the cracks it left in her.

It was a miracle that she didn’t give up hope on everything entirely…

You squeeze her arm a little to bring her back to the present before she can drown herself in the past.

“Hey, let’s just enjoy ourselves then. We’ve been through hell. It’s the least we can do, right? We can even see this as, I dunno, reparations for stupid bullshit?”

“Reparations for Stupid Bullshit. RSB. I like it,” Serval laughs with a delighted nod, gladly going with the flow, “Yeah. Let’s do that.”

She squeezes you back. An appreciative thank you.

The two of you end up tearing up the tables filled with fancy cocktails and hors d'oeuvres while chatting about everything and nothing. By the time the great big announcement comes around, both you and Serval are incredibly - and happily - drunk. Restraint isn’t exactly a strong suit for either of you. It’s probably why you get along so well.

When Gepard is announced as the next Captain of the Guard, you both end up hooting and hollering like fools. You get a few glances from those surrounding you and even Gepard breaches the usual protocol to peek.

But he doesn’t smile when he sees you.

Instead, his eyes widen, brows flying up. Then he turns to face front and center like the soldier he’s trained to be.

“...”

A sudden sick, sinking feel forms in your chest.

What was that?

It doesn’t help that you’re intoxicated. The wall that usually keeps the worst thoughts out suddenly isn’t there anymore. Worries flood you without hindrance.

The dam of reason isn’t there to protect you.

“The hell was that?” Serval says, only escalating your worries, “He saw us, right?”

You purse your lips tightly, unable to reply.

Gepard receives praise from both of his parents as well as a few renowned dignitaries. It takes everything you have to keep Serval from breaking into tears at the sight of Cocolia. Serval ends up holding your hand with such a tight grip that her fingernails dig into your skin. But you let it happen. You know how deep those emotional wounds have cut…

She’s barely holding herself together.

“Serval…”

“Don’t tell me we should go. I-I deserve to be here too,” she insists shakily which is remarkably perceptive for own so heavily inebriated, “If anything… she’s the one that doesn’t belong here… This is my home. My home.”

The pain in her voice pulls at every heartstring inside of you. But you have to be the least drunk between you. …Since sobriety is long, long gone.

“I… need to use the bathroom,” you say.

It’s not a lie entirely. Besides, she won’t question it. You don’t know your way around this place like she does.

“Oh shit. Sorry. Yeah, of course. Come on. I’ll take you… woah. Um… Let me hang onto you.”

It takes a little while to find a washroom. It seems Serval’s mind keeps getting muddled from having seen Cocolia. But you keep your patience. It’s what you’d want from your friend if this ever happened to you…

By the time you get to a nearby empty washroom, you barely shut the door when you hear Serval breaking into tears. Your heart becomes heavier than you’re used to. Maybe because you’re pretty sure that you’re bound for one more heartbreak today.

Gepard’s face the moment he saw you in the crowd has yet to leave your mind.

As much as you’d like to hope… you feel that you already know.

He didn’t tell them…

You sit there on the closed toilet for barely a moment before breaking out into silent tears.

This… always… happens.

You try to keep quiet as best you can. You don’t like expressing your pain to others. Your upbringing discouraged showing weakness of any kind. To those around you at that time… you were an incessant inconvenience.

Even still, you hear a soft knock on the door.

Serval sniffles just behind it.

“Are you crying?” she asks with a genuine sweetness behind it, despite her own anguish, that just makes something inside of you crumble to dust.

A sob escapes despite your damnedest attempts to keep it in.

You don’t want to be a burden.

Yet before you know it, she’s already come in and hugs you tightly without reservation. You don’t remember how long the two of you bawl your eyes out, but it’s enough that Serval has to reapply both her and your makeup.

Every noble wears makeup and she’ll be damned if she lets one of her few closest friends walk around shabby.

“Hey, hey. I know you’re worried…” she says while gently applying another coat of foundation on your cheeks, “But I’m telling you, my brother would never ever do that to you. Ugh… He’s nothing like that con man. Ugh… I’m so sorry that I even introduced you to that jerk. He just… He didn’t seem like that, you know?”

She popped her foundation away back into her hidden dress pocket before pulling out some eyeliner to fix the mess under your eyes.

“Geppie is different. I swear. I’ve never heard him tell a lie in his whole life.” Her motions slow as she remembers the look he gave both of you during the celebration of his promotion. “I… I’m sure he had his reasons for reacting so weird. Maybe he was just really surprised?”

You smile weakly despite not believing that.

“You’re probably right,” you fib.

Damn. You were already exhibiting bad habits from said someone…

“Don’t worry. We’ll talk to him soon.”

And just like that, the two of you return to the party though it’s mostly over and done with. Only a few of the major boozehounds stay for the free alcohol while others try some last minute attempts to schmooze with those of higher standing.

Eventually, Serval learns where Gepard retreated off to in search of some solace.

“This’ll be great. I’m sure of it,” she says as she pulls you along.

But with every step, you feel like you’re nearing an execution. The type that can tear the very soul in half while keeping the physical body intact.

“Stay here,” she whispers to you, leaving you just outside the doors before dramatically shoving them open, “Little bro!”

You can hear the shifting of his armor along with his footsteps as he turns to face his older sister.

“Serval…”

Gepard's voice sounds heavy. No matter how much you rewind it in your head, there’s no mirth in it.

“Surprised?” she asks as she hugs him suddenly, “Didn’t think I’d miss your big day, did you?”

“...”

“Gepard?” she asks before leaning back to eye him better.

“You shouldn’t have brought them…” he murmurs but it’s not low enough that you can’t catch it.

The ground beneath you becomes like thin ice over a frigid lake. Each word he says produces a fresh crack, branching out to assure your inevitable destruction.

“What? What do you mean? Aren’t you glad to see them? Gepard, you two are dating. Of course, I’d-” Serval then suddenly stops.

You drop your head as you feel an uncomfortable heat rising along your neck and ears.

Mortification.

She takes a step back.

“You didn’t tell them?” she asks but she’s not really asking.

Her tone sounds utterly appalled.

“I-I was working on it!”

“Gepard! You said-!”

“I know what I said!”

You can’t take anymore.

Removing your shoes, your footfalls become nearly silent as you make a desperate retreat for the nearest open balcony. The freezing air greets you the moment you step out. With a shudder, you make it to the nearest portable heater, switching it on. With time, it glows a gentle orange that reminds you of the Geomarrow where you’re really from…

The place that you should feel ashamed of…

A tear escapes you but you quickly wipe it away, refusing to cry any longer.

Then… in just that moment…

A crazy thought invades your mind.

This is very high up.

…Anything could happen.

A despairing croak escapes you as you grip onto yourself tightly.

No, no, no. Not these thoughts.

Anything but these thoughts!!

It’s like fighting against the blinding cold winds of the Great Freeze. There’s no escape and before you know it, you’re completely lost within its windchill.

If only you hadn’t left… Being alone and disturbed with far too much alcohol always makes for a tragedy waiting to happen…

Please… Someone… I don’t… I don’t want…

And then the improbable happens.

A light flickering in the distance.

At first, it seems random until you realize it remarkably seems like the code that-

No bloody way.

‘Hey there, friend.’

That’s what it says.

Your eyes widen.

No way, no way, no way.

Quickly, you pull out the pocket mirror Serval had lent you. Well, given you, but it was way too expensive to keep on your person. You would sneak it back into the untouched mounds within her workshop later.

For now, you pop it open and use the mirror to reflect the light to message back.

‘Friend or foe?’

You wait with great anticipation for the next reply. At first, you think it might not come, but it does.

‘Friend?’

A desperate laugh escapes you as you can tell right away who this is.

‘Idiot.’

He doesn’t miss a beat.

‘Your idiot.’

You frown.

‘Not mine.’ You correct firmly.

Then nothing. A part of you gets tense.

Did you ruin it? If so, then was it for the best?

But those thoughts vanish when you finally see the light flash again.

‘Are you okay?’

Now it was your turn to give pause. Were you okay?

Your hands trembled around the mirrors as fresh tears fell. This was a pivotal moment. You could feel it.

The air felt like it had been sealed in an invisible vacuum. Static silently building within…

You look toward where you came from.

Neither Landau has come for you…

Too busy bickering, no doubt.

You lightly bite down on your tongue to try and stop the tears but it’s futile.

‘Not okay.’

The next response is so quick that you nearly miss it.

‘SOS?’

You tense.

Your next response will be huge for what happens next…

‘SOS?’ He asks again. “...”

No. The pain is too much. You want out.

‘SOS.’

You wait a few minutes there for a response or anything… but there’s nothing. Your shoulders drop with regret at showing even a hint of your vulnerability to an ex of all people. He probably just found your pain entertaining. Maybe he was taking pictures on his phone right now.

Well, might as well give him the best shot.

You weep quietly from where you lean against the railing… only to feel a sudden rumble from the west side of the manor. It… felt like the kind of shockwaves a bomb gives.

Did he just-?!

The clanking of metallic armor stomping down the halls fills your ears as commands are shouted at length. You debate leaving the balcony but now you’re scared. What if you’ve been lured into a trap? What if you’ll be made the scapegoat? What if-

“Hey there.”

You turn to see the dual dagger-wielding rogue lifting himself with ease over the railing. You were at least three stories high… Had he really just scaled all of that on his own?

Those enchanting green eyes capture you in an instant as they seem equally mesmerized to see you again. A relieved smile spreads across his face as he tilts his head.

“Heard you wanted a swift exit?”

AN: *sipping on Bicardi* Wow. I did not expect to write this… Thank you magic bat.

For those of you that made it this far, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

This could continue but we'll see. Love Triangles are pretty fun though, eh?

#sampo #sampo koski #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #sampo koski x reader #sampo x reader #hurakana fic #star rail #sampo simping #gepard landau #gepard #serval landau #gepard x reader

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Fashion Patternmaking Techniques: Technicality and Whimsicality

This technical volume by Antonio Donnanno is one of several by Promopress which show both a garment and how it would be worked out as a flat pattern. This volume’s title equates haute couture with very dramatic evening styles which overlooks all of the neat little suits and daytime dresses couture houses have ever made for their wealthy clientele. (Other volumes treat those kinds of garments). But then most of us only know famous couture houses today because of the dramatic dresses worn at well-publicized galas and ceremonies, so this may explain the approach.

A chapter on pleats, drapes and frills gives us the dress with the short layers of skirt upon skirt, while another chapter on ruffles, flounces and jabots both describes the basics of those design elements and gives us Dress with Collar Flounces and a very deep, and probably impractical V-neckline in the back. Notice the whimsicality of the blouse whose sleeves are then attached hem of its blouse. But what happens when you need to scratch your head, which is what I was doing while pondering this sketch. There are chapters on garments with raglan sleeves, with cut-on sleeves and then later ones consider tailoring and basic draping. There is also a chapter on painting on fabric, and that is the only embellishment covered.

So, this is definitely a volume that will get you imagining evening and cocktail dresses and some of the more dramatic ideas for necklines, skirts, even sleeves, if that kind of garment is your obsession.

You can find Promopress online here: https://www.promopress.es/en/

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My personal favorite 12 red-carpet dresses of all-time + why

I tried with everything in me and could not narrow it down to 10

1 | Zooey Deschanel in Oscar de la Renta (2014)

This look contains so many fun, small details, without any of which it wouldn't feel complete. It meets all of my expectations for what a red carpet dress should be- glitzy and glamorous, sure, but not *too* much. While there are a lot of textures and embellishments going on, it's all one neutral color. It's giving flapper vibes that I love, plus we don't see crop tops too often and her contrasting hair color and pop of red lipstick are what bring it over the edge to complete perfection for me.

2 | Lana Del Rey in Gucci (2018)

This gown lived rent-free in my head for days after. I appreciate the vintage reference, especially to such an iconic lady as Hedy Lamarr, while Lana also makes it her own rather than doing a direct copy. You can tell great attention was paid to the details- the lariat necklace, accumulations of star beading, and the corsage. It's just far-out enough that only the premier goddess of angelic sad girl music could truly pull it off. It's also unusual and thrilling to see a crown, and her hair provides a necessary color contrast.

3 | Natalie Portman in Gucci (2018)

Not only is this look proof that you can, in fact, mix metals, but it is the perfect complement to and embodiment of the A-list icon that Natalie is. She exudes classic Old Hollywood glamor with the shoulder pads and glittery silhouette- I'm not usually a shoulder pad fan, but with this sleek silhouette, it adds some really nice dimension. Then, she exudes drama and sexiness with the V-slit neckline without it being distracting. Finally, the eye-catching bow might be my favorite part of the whole thing.

4 | Rebecca Ferguson in Vivienne Westwood (2023)

This dress was deceptively a bit boring to me at first glance, but the longer I studied it, I realized that there are so many lovely, complex details to this look. The monochromatic color palette is made fascinating by the usage of different textures that look like they are dripping off of her. Girl is literally dripping gorgeousness and the abstract draping of the pearls and skirt make her look like a work of art. While it's maybe not the best color for her and I personally think it makes her look a tiny bit washed out, it was my favorite of everyone's outfits during the Dead Reckoning tour by far.

5 | Lupita Nyong'o in Calvin Klein (2015)

Pearl accessories have been agreed upon by most to be the classiest accessories out there- so what does that say about this gown?? While the color and silhouette are unassuming at first glance, this dress is super decadent. There are few red carpet looks I've seen where the hours of meticulous craftsmanship that went into it are this evident. I love that the beads also are not organized to only display one texture, and the peephole below the neckline is a flirty touch of contrast. The way the gems interact with light is ethereal, and that one large pearl at the base of the neckline is just eye-catching perfection.

6 | Vanessa Kirby in Valentino (2022)

This set of separates is all about bold, powerful, and modern femininity. With the slit and open midsection, it reads as very flirty and sexy, while also being comfortable and confident in that sexuality. Since it's such an unconventional, attention-grabbing outfit, I like that Vanessa went simple on the rest of the look, but it seems like it's missing the tiniest final touch, like a cocktail ring or some silver earrings to match the shoes. Overall, I love that it's different and memorable from what I normally see, and totally encapsulates the phrase "fun, fresh and flirty."

7 | Natalie Portman in Schiaparelli (2024)

When I say mother is mothering. This is another prime example of a look that is deceptively simple at first glance but really has all kinds of intriguing layers to it. The cheeky cutout, the dramatic makeup, the "reputation"-esque clutch, and then on top of it all, the chunky chain neckline is my favorite touch, adding delightful texture and draping elegantly down her shoulders. A timeless and versatile ensemble you'd be hard-pressed to go wrong with. My queen is in her revenge dress era for sure.

8 | Natalie Portman in Dior (2024)

Again I am stunned by the hours of expert craftsmanship that must have gone into this dress. Collabs between her and Dior are practically a never-miss kind of deal- just serve after serve after serve. This gown is also amazing because of how timeless it is- the style could easily have come from a number of different decades, and its simplicity leaves the door open for all kinds of accessorizing. Speaking of which, it does feel like it's missing some miniscule detail, and I personally would have worn my hair down or in a ponytail with a less severe part. But this is ultimately yet another instance of an actress looking like a work of art- the delicate color gradient resembles a serene Monet or Seurat painting.

9 | SZA in Versace (2018)

This gown was everything that I believe the Met Gala "Heavenly Bodies" theme was supposed to be about, from the delicate celestial halo to the cloud-like skirt in sunrise pastel pink. The skirt is also a really cool silhouette that we don’t see very often and adds to the illusion of her floating on the clouded sky. Finally, the thigh-high matching boots were a super-fun surprise. It could fit a tiny bit better at the waist where it's bunching up, but by far the best look of the event that year.

10 | Amy Adams in Valentino (2014)

This look perfectly straddles the two extremes of simple and dramatic, as well as vintage and modern. While there aren't any patterns, ruffles, bows, beads, or any of that jazz, the small train is very sophisticated and the deep V neckline is an alluring and attention-commanding focal point, especially accented with a lovely pendant. I also love a good color block moment, and most of the look is very Old Hollywood. And whether it was intentional or coincidental, she truly looks meant to be at the red carpet, matching perfectly with it.

11 | Diane Kruger in Elie Saab (2016)

While I don't think that this was the right dress for the hair color and makeup she chose, I love the gown itself. Very evocative of lovecore (one of my favorite aesthetics) with the fun and intricate heart pattern. The belt is also a nice resting point for the eyes that keeps the pattern from getting overwhelming and gives the gown structure. It is flirty, flowy and a touch playful while also giving off an aura of edginess and mystery.

12 | Margot Robbie in Versace (2017)

This look is a wonderfully kitschy 90s throwback and not everyone could pull it off on the red carpet without looking tacky. However, the way she keeps it simple with the hair and accessories is perfect. The twist of the fabric at the waist makes the pattern more interesting and dynamic to look at when it might otherwise seem a bit static. While it wouldn't necessarily work for any occasion, during the right one I think it wins by an absolute runaway.

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bangtanhoneys · 11 months

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Grace's Outfits: White House Visit

The boys were styled in suits by Tailorable so Grace went to a Korean designer Minju Kim to design an outfit for her to wear to the White House

The dress was cocktail length that swung around her knees but covered her in the right areas. The most important thing was that the dress had pockets as well

A blazer was made as well to complement the dress

Slingback leather white and black high heels

Ferragmo Gancic pearl-embellished drop earrings

#bts 8th member #bts additional member #bts eighth member #bts female member #gracechuoutfits

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theheadlesscrow · 2 years

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Building a Witchy Capsule Wardrobe

The idea of witches has been haunting humankind across continents for centuries. What began as a real-life hysteria that resulted in countless deaths has been reclaimed over time, celebrated in popular television shows (Charmed, Bewitched, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina) and movies (The Craft, Practical Magic, Kiki's Delivery Service), and even becoming a family-friendly Halloween tradition. Though things like witch trials and witch hunts sound like absurd concepts from a distant and radically ignorant time, in reality accusations of witchcraft continue to be taken seriously in multiple countries to this day. But for those of us lucky enough to live without fear of being criminally accused of collaborating with the devil, we can now have a little fun with the "witch" label.

Unsurprisingly, musicians have long embraced the witchy look. Fleetwood Mac frontwoman Stevie Nicks is probably considered by most to have the ultimate witchy rock star aesthetic, complete with an on-stage style of billowing bell sleeves and a discography full of supernatural songs. But it doesn't end there. Florence Welch's ethereal closet of flowing vintage gowns prompted Rolling Stone to describe her as "the Stevie Nicks of the Twilight generation," while Kate Bush has created a style and sound that has inspired many a "is Kate Bush a witch?" Google search. Lorde's predominantly black wardrobe and unconventional movements have also garnered plenty of discussion. "People keep asking me what I will be for Halloween and my answer is that I am Halloween," she once tweeted.

Though the most common visual presentation of a witch involves a green-skinned woman in a pointy hat riding a broom, a modern witchy wardrobe is decidedly more stylish. With a combination of flowy chiffons, lustrous velvets, chunky knits, tough leathers, delicate silks, and intricate lace fabrics, it's a look that is made all the more impactful due to its layers and textures. A little goth, a little bohemian, a little mystical - a witchy wardrobe can be a fun and spooky style to wear year-round, not just in October. If parsing the look down to a capsule-worthy fifteen pieces, these are the witchy essentials.

Whether it's got billowing layers of ruffles or a sleek, simple cut; whether it's a dress adorned with the most dramatic bell sleeves or a shoulder-baring style with no sleeves at all, the black maxi dress is probably the quintessential witchy garment. And while pretty details can be enticing, don't overlook the potential of a basic black maxi. Though it may appear plain on its own, treat it like a canvas onto which you can create endless accessorizing opportunities. Top it with a velvet jacket, wrap it in a chunky belt, or pair it with some lace-up boots, and you've upgraded that nondescript dress and turned it into the ideal witchy outfit.

Pictured above, left to right: R.Vivimos Cotton Backless Dress Eleter V-Neck Lace Romper Dress Amoretu Long Sleeve Off Shoulder Dress Punk Rave Lace Split Sleeve Dress

Perhaps the most extravagant item in any witchy wardrobe is an ornate kimono. It's all in the details: look for fringe, beading, embroidery, sequins, or scalloped lace hems. This is a piece where embellishment is key, so don't go for understated!

Pictured above, left to right: Bsubseach Lace Crochet Open Front Kimono PrettyGuide Beaded Fringed Oversized Shawl Genovega Burnout Velvet Kimono Cardigan FINCATI Eyelash Lace Oversized Kimono Robe

The little black dress is a staple for many women, and that's no different when it comes to a witchy one. When you're wanting to wear a dress but don't want quite as much coverage as a maxi provides, a midi, mini, or cocktail-length LBD fits the bill. And if you're wanting to add a little color to your closet, feel free! Deep burgundy, rich purple, and earthy olive green will mix in easily.

Pictured above, left to right: Inorin Velvet V Neck Bell Sleeve Dress VIVICASLTE Flare Bell Sleeve Mini Dress LAI MENG FIVE CATS Faux Leather Dress MISSLOOK Loose Tunic V Neck Ruffle Dress

Stevie Nicks wouldn't settle for bland outerwear, and neither should you. This is another opportunity to add some eye-catching details to your wardrobe: take things in an edgy rock 'n' roll direction with a motorcycle jacket, keep it romantic with a soft velvet blazer, or go for a unique, structured cape.

Pictured above, left to right: R.Vivimos Ruffled Asymmetric Velvet Jacket Chouyatou Studded Faux Leather Biker Jacket Futurino Open Front Velvet Jacket ASMAX Open Front Longline Blazer Cape

Modernize a vintage-inspired blouse, or juxtapose an oversized top effortlessly with a pair of black skinny jeans or leggings. Keep it basic, or elevate them by choosing fun fabrics like velvet and faux leather, or cool details like corset lacing and patterned designs.

Pictured above, left to right: Signature by Levi Strauss & Co. Skinny Jean Tagoo Faux Leather Leggings Dearlovers Lace Up Front Leggings Cemi Ceri J2 Love Velvet Leggings

Can you really call it a witchy wardrobe if you don't have at least one garment you can dramatically swoop around in? A drapey, oversized top pairs perfectly with leggings and skinny jeans, and creates quite a striking silhouette. Look for loose batwing sweaters and asymmetrical, cape-like tops.

Pictured above, left to right: Vivicastle Loose Batwing Dolman Tunic Exlura Off Shoulder Batwing Sweater PRETTYGARDEN Asymmetrical Shirt BELONGSCI Balloon Sleeve V-Neck Blouse

Another versatile, witchy staple is the black maxi skirt. Whether you dress it up with a silky tank or heels, or dress it down with a band tee and boots, it will work for almost any season or situation.

Pictured above, left to right: Lock and Love High Waist Maxi Skirt HEYHUN Boho Lace Maxi Skirt [BLANKNYC] Vegan Leather Maxi Skirt BCBGMAXAZRIA Pleated Maxi Skirt

A delicate lace shirt works beautifully in any witchy wardrobe, especially when the dainty, vintage aspect of the fabric is contrasted against something decidedly more modern, like a leather jacket or skinny jean. Whether it's a summer-appropriate crop top or a turtleneck sweater with lacey puffed sleeves, the lace shirt is practically a witchy prerequisite.

Pictured above, left to right: Grabsa Scalloped Sheer Floral Lace Blouse Floerns High Neck Lace Lantern Sleeve Blouse Tobrief Sheer Mesh Lace Peplum Top MakeMeChic Scallop Trim Lace Crop Top

Who doesn't love a good graphic tee? This casual basic can be incorporated into a witchy wardrobe with ease, especially if its print features subject matter involving paganism, witchcraft, astrology, tarot, voodoo, or the occult.

Pictured above, left to right: Witchy Woman T-Shirt Mortus Viventi Lovers Tarot Card T-Shirt Goth Moth and Crescent Moon T-Shirt Marie Laveau New Orleans Voodoo T-Shirt

No other shoe style fits a witchy look better than the lace-up boot. Add a grunge touch with some chunky combat boots, make it sexy with buckle-adorned snakeskin, or go all out with some thigh-highs to peak out from under a lace maxi dress.

Pictured above, left to right: Allegra K Platform Chunky Lace-Up Boots Forever Over-The-Knee Boots MACKIN J Pointed Toe Buckle Boots Dr. Martens Heeled Kendra Boots

Keep the pointy hat in the costume drawer, and make a wide-brimmed fedora your new classic. It's great for staying spooky while keeping the sun out of your eyes at the same time. ;)

Pictured above, left to right: Restyle Wool Witch Hat Lanzom Wide Brim Fedora Clecibor Woolen Felt Fedora Lanzom Classic Wide Brim Panama Hat

You can change the entire vibe of an outfit just by changing your tights. Make it sweet with florals, cosmic with stars and moons, or turn heads with gothic crosses, pentagrams and serpents. If funky patterns aren't your thing, go for a more simple sheer or fishnet style.

Pictured above, left to right: Leg Avenue Celestial Fishnet Tights Leg Avenue Snake Fishnet Tights Leg Avenue Cross Fishnet Tights Leg Avenue Pentagram Fishnet Tights

PAGAN NECKLACE

Make a statement with a nature-inspired necklace. Keep things earth-oriented with colorful geodes, animal skulls and taxidermy pendants, but why stop at just one? Layer on the crystals on chains of various lengths to complete the look.

Pictured above, left to right: MJartoria Moon Pentagram Necklace Set YOOE Crow Skull Necklace Restyle Moon Phases Long Necklace Bivei Wire Wrap Quartz Crystal Necklace

CHUNKY BELT

Few things can alter the look of an outfit as much as the addition of a belt. Define the waist of a flowy dress with a wide one, or add Victorian-esque details with a corset style lace-up variation.

Pictured above, left to right: GRACE KARIN Lace-Up Corset Belt Calvin Klein Linen Stretch Belt KOL Fashion Lace Elastic Corset Belt Syuer Retro Cinch Belt

GOTHIC MAKEUP

Now that you've got a witchy wardrobe, add the finishing touches via your make-up choices. Create a smoky eye with a cool-toned neutral eyeshadow palette, then add lip and nail colors in shades of burgundy and black. Voila! You're one witchy woman!

Pictured above, left to right: Lime Crime Venus Immortalis Palette MAC Satin Lipstick in Cyber OPI Nail Lacquer in Black Onyx Wet N Wild Rebel Rose Makeup Box Set

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sacklerscumrag · 2 years

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Per Favore

Part 1 of 2

Maurizio Gucci (HOG) X Female Reader

Notes: I know I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in months also I'm sorry if this sucks because it probably does lmao but I'm starting to get back into this whole writing thing so here's a little Mau blurb.

Warnings: smut, some dry humping, virgin!Mau, just my perverted mind going nuts

Word Count: A little over 1K

The sunlight flickered through the paneled walls hung with what you assumed were expensive tapestries, your eyes trained on where Maurizio's hand had engulfed yours as you made your way through the grand hallways of the estate. Every corner of the embellished home captivated your attention along the way until he made his stop at a large door.

"In here" He led you inside a quaint room adorned with the finest art and the most stunning antique sofa and table with a delicate gold trimming sitting in the center of the space. "Would you like a drink?" You nodded as he walked over to the bar cart, humming lowly to himself as he poured both cocktails.

After dating the man for nearly two months and showing no signs of wanting to take you home, you were starting to lose all hope when he took you by surprise and suggested having a drink over at his place tonight.

Maurizio brought your drinks over and set them on the glass table before you. He took a seat on the sofa, beckoning you to sit. You strolled over to him, settling in the space beside him, your knees barely grazing past one another, making your breath hitch.

"Thank you." He nodded politely towards you and took a sip of his drink. You could tell he was tense, hands squirming with the glass.

"Sei bellissima stasera." Maurizio spoke delicately as his eyes darted across your body.

"What does that mean?"

"It means you look beautiful tonight."

"Thank you." You looked down at your lap, hiding the heat surely rising to your face at his praise. "How do you say 'I want to kiss you'?" You bit your lip as Maurizio grinned before he realized what you meant.

"Voglio baciarti." Maurizio almost whispered before he swallowed hard. Your eyes flickered between his hypnotizing blue-rimmed eyes and the plump lips framing his exquisite face. Heat bloomed in your chest as you inched closer; the scent of his expensive cologne was intoxicating, drawing you in. Maurizio moved his hand to push a strand of hair behind your ear and cup your face tenderly in his palm as he leaned into you. Your lips parted at the feeling of his warm skin on yours for the first time, and you felt his lips press on yours, claiming your mouth, starving and eager to taste you. You decided to let the liquid courage rushing through you take over and scooted as close to him as you could before swinging your leg over and straddling his lap.

"Tesoro.." Maurizio broke away from the kiss for a moment, practically mewling at the sight of your chest pressed against his. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands cautiously landed at your sides, lightly caressing the delicate skin of your thighs while pushing your dress higher with every knead. He could no longer help himself as he pulled you back in and smashed his lips against yours. Your bodies were flush with one another, breathing heavily as you welcomed his embrace once again. Your fingers carded through his smooth locks while you experimentally rolled your hips against his, drawing a stifled groan from him. The steady rise of his cock nudged firmly against the swell of your clit, causing you to whine into his mouth.

"Amore...please." Maurizio panted against your lips, chest heaving from having you ground down so deliciously against his cock. You continued to press your clothed sex against him, entranced by how each stroke further ignited the fire within you. His lips continued to move lower along your neckline, biting and sucking at the supple flesh of your tits spilling over your dress as he cupped your ass in a frantic attempt to press you closer to him. Your movements had him feverishly bucking his hips towards your heat, desperately needing to feel more of you on him.

As Maurizio nuzzled into your neck, the sight of the slightly open door pulled you from your haze. Anyone could walk in at any second. But you couldn't stop. Not now. Not when you had this captivating, powerful man withering away into a blubbering mewling mess right under you. You snapped back into it when you felt him pull your straps and top of your dress down, exposing your tits to him. Large palms began to knead them, pinching one already stiff nipple while his mouth worked on the other. His hips bucked towards yours, desperate for any friction you were willing to give him while he placed wet kisses on every piece of skin he could get to. Your moans echoed off the far walls of the room, unable to regain control of yourself once he began to roll his hips in sync with yours. His rock-hard cock hitting your clit every time had the both of you desperate for release.

You felt the wetness seeping on your inner thigh as he guided your hips to slide along his rock-hard shaft.

"Amore mio.." Maurizio choked back a moan, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to gather his thoughts. "I'm close, baby." You nodded, picking up your pace while his lips went back to tasting your skin. The sensation of his hands roaming your body and your swollen clit, getting precisely the pressure and friction it needed, had you coming without warning. Soft heat flushed through your veins as the orgasm washed over you. Maurizio's lips never left yours, swallowing each other's whimpers and guiding your hips to ride out the remnants of your orgasms.

Maurizio cradled your face in his large hands, the icy feeling of his Gucci pinky ring making you shiver against his touch. His eyes were still burning with lust as he pulled himself from the kiss and glanced up at you. His face flushed and lips swollen. Your eyes diverted to where you had been grinding on his lap; his seed had seeped through his finely pressed pants, making you bite down on your lower lip with a smirk. Maurizio took your chin between his thumb and forefinger to bring your gaze back to him. A smile grazed his face; you could drown in every single dimple that appeared as it spread. Your hand traveled towards the Gucci belt wrapped around his hips to unbuckle it before he stopped you.

"Tesoro, I have something to tell you......" You glanced down at him softly, urging him to continue. "I'm..a virgin."

#maurizio gucci x reader #house of gucci #adcu

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