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femmefatalevibe · 8 months

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Femme Fatale Guide: How To Master An "Effortlessly Elegant" & Put-Together Look

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Treat your skin like royalty

Take ample care of your natural hair

Dress in crisp neutral outfits that cater to your body shape

Choose your accessories wisely

Embrace feature-enhancing makeup

Keep your nails clean, filed, and simple

Regarding your signature scent(s)

Follow your dental & bodily hygiene routines religiously

Treat your skin like royalty:

Use high-quality skincare twice a day

Wear sunscreen every day

Remove your makeup every night before bed no matter what

Use makeup that doesn't clog your pores/irritate your skin

Change your pillowcases weekly

Eat plenty of produce & drink lots of water

Prioritize sleep

Limit or eliminate alcohol, cigarettes, caffeine, and processed foods/sugary drinks

Keep your skin exfoliated/derma-planed

Take ample care of your natural hair:

Use high-quality shampoo/conditioner combos that suit your hair type & don't cause build-up

Hydrate with a scalp mask 1-4 times a month

Use cold or lukewarm water to wash your hair

Apply shampoo to the roots/hair covering your scalp and conditioner only on the "ponytail" section of your hair

Use a specialty hair towel after getting out of the shower

Always comb wet hair and brush 1-3 times a day when dry

Limit heat on your hair when possible & always use a heat protectant every time you do

Use non-elastic or silk hair ties

Get regular trims at least 3-4 times per year (get your hair layered if it's very thick)

Try to limit how much you dye or, especially bleach, your hair and do elaborate styles with tons of heat & harsh products

Dress in crisp neutral outfits that cater to your body shape:

Embrace minimalist basics (tees, tanks, blouses, sweaters, jeans, trousers, blazers, leather jackets, coats, etc.) in high-quality fabrics (Pima cotton, Merino wool, Tencel, mulberry silk, etc.)

Choose options in black, white, grey, charcoal beige, navy, burgundy, or cream depending on your skin tone and preferences

Invest in a collection of sleek footwear options (black boots, loafers, black pumps, white sneakers, etc.) in minimalist, timeless styles that suit the color palette, hemlines & proportions of your go-to outfits

Ensure your shoes and accessories feel proportional to the weight/silhouette of your outfit, color-coordinate with the rest of your look, and have streamlined hardware from head-to-toe (all silver, all gold, or one piece that mixes silver/gold and another gold & silver piece each to balance out the color palette)

Keep all of your clothes steam and lint-rolled, so they look crisp & fresh all-day

Befriend your tailor to take in or let out clothes as needed when purchased off the rack

Choose clothes/styles that flatter your body shape and proportions

Utilize belts and bra tape to adjust the waist, keep shirts tucked in, and keep straps from falling down or create an impromptu cuff/hem on your pants

When in doubt, select a neutral head-to-toe monochrome outfit

If on a budget, consider choosing black, grey, camel beige items to hide fabric imperfections that could cheapen your look

Choose your accessories wisely:

Select sleek, simple neutral (& almost exclusively) monochrome shoes made with smooth (recycled/vegan) leather with

Pair almost any outfit with a shoe featuring a slight platform, block heel, kitten heel, and/or a sharply pointed toe to elongate your silhouette

Complement your outfit with structured, pared-back handbags with no logos (Focus on quality and construction, not the brand name) in a neutral shade and timeless silhouette

For jewelry, choose at most one statement piece and all others should be focused on different areas of the body (e.g. don't mix statement earrings with layered/bold necklaces or stacked rings * bracelets). When in doubt, choose simple diamond chains or earrings, sleek bangles or chainlink necklaces & bracelets, simple pendant necklaces, and minimalist rings in hardware that all go together

Embrace feature-enhancing makeup:

Cover up any dark circles, blemishes, or hyperpigmentation with a color-matched concealer

Lightly contour with a bronzer that complements your skin tone

Fill in your brows for a naturally full look (or get them professionally tinted)

Apply a light wash of rose, coral, or mauve blush

Use black mascara with a little bit of eyeliner and/or a subtle wash of brown eyeshadow on the lids

Apply a "your lips but better" nude shade or "just kissed' berry lipstick or pigmented lip balm for a subtle wash of color

Keep your nails clean, filed, and simple:

Maintain cut, cleaned, and filed short nails

Opt for a square or almond nail shape

Choose a timeless nail shade (pink, nude, red, beige, dark cherry, navy, dark purple, black) with no nail art

Hydrate your hands and scrub under your nails daily

Regarding your signature scent(s):

Ensure your body wash/lotion and perfume scents don't clash

Test perfumes for a trial day to ensure they smell divine with your unique pheromones

Choose a fragrance appropriate for the seasonal/occasion

Apply a dab on each wrist and on your neck/behind the ears. If the scent doesn't project well on you, try applying these small dabs on the cuffs and shoulders of your jacket/walk into it to get it on your hair (if it would stain your clothes)

Don't layer more than one heady perfume at a time or scents that don't have complementary and/or shared notes

Follow your dental & bodily hygiene routines religiously:

Floss every day (after each meal if possible)

Brush your teeth with an electric toothbrush twice a day

Have mints on hand if you're a garlic, spice, or coffee lover

Keep your lips & hands well-moisturized and protected with SPF

Shower your body daily and be extra diligent in scrubbing your privates, everything behind, and under your arms

Don't use very hot water in the shower (it burns/dries out your skin)

Exfoliate 2-3 times a week with a sugar scrub

Moisturize daily or anytime you get out of the shower

Apply SPF on any exposed sun (especially in the summer or when the UV index is high in your area)

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kissitbttr · 5 months

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I come here with dad’s best friend Miguel motivation

~he would touch you innocently in front of your father, like “you have smh in your hair let me get it out”

~but he would grope you any chance he got, which means every time your father wasn’t looking

~ if he got a call from your father to look after you while he was gone on a business trip, you two would fuck at every surface in da house

~oh and if his babies spilled out of you, nah he’s pushing in back

~he’d call you Spanish nicknames like ma, or mami when he’s turned on like an oven

~he adores that you call him Miggy, Papi when doing the deed

~he spoils the fuck outta you knowing that you’re the one

~by the time your father finds out that you’re dating and that Miguel corrupted his sweet gir, he would be mad angry

But he would be glad that it’s Mig and not some bitchass college frat boy, so he would let it slide

~by the time your sobbing father walks you down the aisle and you establish really high paying job at Alchemax and a running business with Miguel by your side, Miguel is locked in on getting you swollen w babies

-but bro would SOB sob while laying on your tummy after u told him that you’re growing child, he’d be like ‘he had gone too soft´

- yall would celebrate Christmas together, with you heavily pregnant so you would tap out by falling asleep

- the remaining duo would be in awe

Want me to continue?

oh my god anon HSHSJSJJSBSBS IM SPIRALLINGGGG

during dating stage he would most definitely spoil u with lots of good shit. designer shoes, handbags, lingeries. he even called someone from one of his business partner who works with famous line like Adam Selman, Alaïa, or Marc Jacobs to create your own dress. Whether it’d be made out of Swarovski Crystal or Mulberry Silk, because his smart and pretty baby deserves all the good things!!

“i told you not to buy me anything, papi! go and return them!” you scold, pointing at the three most expensive yet gorgeous dresses you have seen being displayed. one you don’t even imagine you could wear!

he shrugs in response, casually sipping his coffee. “my girl just got all A’s on her exams and three recommendation letters. you think i wouldn’t get you something, baby?”

“but this..” you eye at the specific floor-length sheer dress, made out of 200,000 Swarovski crystals. it is one of the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, you’re almost too afraid to look at it. “this must have cost a lot…”

again, he acts like it’s nothing. because it is nothing. he’s fucking miguel o’hara. he’s got all the money in the world to get you another five of these. you don’t even need to ask.

miguel walk towards behind you. a smile on his lips when he sees you in awe before wrapping his arms your waist. planting a quick kiss on your cheek. “like i said… you deserve it”

UGH this is so… dinner.. you fed me good thank u so much<333

#anon #answered #could u imagine being bathe in crystals… diamonds FFFFUUUCKK #i love u for this #miguel o’hara thoughts #miguel o’hara

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coqxettee · 5 months

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Coquette Winter Gift Guide:

🎀 Gift ideas for yourself or your friends who love the Coquette aesthetic:

Clothes/Fashion:

1. Anything from Brandy Melville (Amara heart lace pyjamas)

2. Bailey bow uggs or normal uggs

3. Ralph Lauren sweaters

4. A ballet wrap

5. Floral pyjama sets, Cami’s & Long sleeve shirts

6. Grandma cardigans

7. A cable knit sweater

8. Legwarmers/pretty tights

9. A pair of cute gloves

10. ANY clothing from “Mymummadeit”

11. ANY clothing from “Favourite child collective”

12. Any clothing from the “Cutey” section on Romwe

13. A dress/anything from “Selkie”

14. Any slogan tee’s / baby tee’s from small businesses and independent brands

15. Victoria secret Pyjamas/Robe

16. Pink puffa coat

17. Tiffany & co earrings or necklace

18. The “Mymummadeit” puffa bag

19. Kate spade heart bag/Vivienne Westwood one or just a heart purse

20. A printed tote bag

21. Ted baker bags/cosmetic bags

22. Any dresses from - Cider, Motel rocks, Pretty little thing, Oh polly

23. A ballet skirt

24. ECOSUSI summer garden romance bags

25. A cape/fur shaul//A glam doll coat

26. Vintage nightgowns/nightwear

27. Cute earmuffs & things to decorate them with

28. Mary Janes & frilly ankle socks

Beauty:

29. Any products from “Glossier”

30. Dior (addict) makeup products (Lip oil’s, Blush, lip balm,

31. Anything from “Flowerknows” “Etude house” “Too faced” or “Charlotte Tilbury” “C beauty mall products”

32. Chanel lipstick

33. A quilted floral coquette makeup bag

34. W7 Tinted kiss lip oil

35. Miss Dior perfume

36. Chanel mamoiselle perfume

37. Any of the Ariana Grande perfumes/body sprays

38. Penhaligons “The favourite”

39. Oriana “Parfums de Marly”

40. Victoria secret body sprays

41. Paul & Joe Cinamoroll collection

Homeware:

42. The Amazon floral bedsheets

43. A heart mirror

44. Love shack fancy homeware items

45. Anything from Paris Hilton’s new cookery line

46. A ballerina/music box jewellery box

47. Pink/Vanilla Yankee candles

48. FreePrints photos to make a wall collage

49. Roccoco style picture frames

50. An angel tray dish

51. Fake flowers

52. Pretty Cushions / A large throw fluffy blanket,

53. Caroline medium jewellery case

54. Fake cake jewellery boxes

55. Tall candles and a candle holder

56. Posters of celebrity’s/artists etc

57. Any pretty art that can be displayed/put into frames

Self care:

58. Spa headbands, and wrist bands (Kylie skin headband)

59. Inn is free skincare products

60. Philosophy shower and skin products

61. Chanel eye patches

62. Mulberry silk eye mask (pink)

63. Look fantastic heartless hair curlers

64. Dior prestige skin products and body lotions

65. Baylis & Harding products

66. Angel tangle brush

67. Charlotte Tilbury skincare gift sets

68. Elasti - cream

69. Embellished claw clips

70. Sol de Janerio body cream

71. Mugs, hand warmers, face masks, lip scrubs

Miscellaneous: ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚

72. AirPod max

73. Wildflower phone cases & airpod cases

74. A pink waterbottle (Stanley or Lululemon)

75. Lana del rey vinyls

76. Coquette notebooks

77. Dior & Chanel fashion books

78. My year of rest and relaxation

79. The seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo

80. Jellycats

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛

I hope this helped you think of some ideas of things you want to ask or get someone for Christmas 🎀✨🎄

Merry Pinkmas coquette doves

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛

#baby pink #coquette #coquette aesthetic #lana del rey #girly pink #girly #girly aesthetic #girly girl #girly kei #girly stuff #coquette christmas #pinkmas #christmas

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huihuiheart · 6 months

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Kinktober D24: Temptations - Choi San

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Pairing: San x Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: San isn't the jealous type and you're not the teasing type, tonight anyways. That doesn't mean he's able to resist temptation though.

Warnings: Spitting, cursing, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, semi-public sex.

Word Count: 1717

“Sannie baby, can you come help me for a second?” You call him as you did the final touch ups to your makeup. Footsteps letting you know his answer before he even popped through the door intent to verbalize it at that point only the sight of you stunned him speechless. You had told him Hongjoong had taken you to find the dress you wanted for tonight and that the two of you would pick something stunning, but this… this was more than he had anticipated.

You had emphasized your desire to Hongjoong to find something in a pretty mulberry color, just enough red to feel confident and enough purple to make San’s mind run wild. Of which it most certainly was, he already had an affinity for this color, but to see you in it only made him love it and your appearance even more. The silky material covered your boobs much like the top of a bikini, though the straps around your neck, back, and center were covered in gems. The material of the dress picked back up around your waist and fitted around your hips and ass, showing off so much that he loved about you. It only went to about midthigh anyways, but there was a slit on the one side, showing off even more skin, the same strings of gems lined across the slit and your thigh.

“You look stunning sweetheart, what could you possibly need help with?” He finally composes himself to ask, hands gripping your hips, though he keeps the touch delicate enough that you won’t be able to scold him about wrinkling the silk before going out.

“Putting on the necklace you got me last Christmas.” You tell him, holding out the piece of jewelry which he happily takes before turning you around to help you put it on, “Then I’ll be ready to go.”

“Sounds good.” San kisses your temple after clasping the necklace for you, taking your hand to lead the way out. You knew San wasn’t necessarily the jealous type when it came to what you wore, in fact if anything he showed you off knowing that you were all his. Still, you found it rather shocking that you made it out of the house like that, though having anticipated you wouldn’t have due to his not being able to resist you like this. Perhaps that was the slight possessiveness in him though, wanting to show off what was his in his favorite color as if it only further claimed you.

His hand on the small of your back as you walk around together upon your arrival, looking for the others whom you are meeting at the club. Hongjoong looks over you and winks with a small smirk when he sees the way San is so fixated on you knowing that you both had succeeded with the dress selection. The others all happily greeting you as well as Wooyoung hands you each a drink before asking if you’ll go dance with him with a small pout since no one else wants to right now. That and he knew you had a bit of a soft spot for him, so you’re taking a swig of the drink to get some courage and are nodding letting him drag you away from San and to the dance floor. San laughs a little at the sight, sitting down to watch you and Wooyoung for the moment while watching your drinks.

Wooyoung and you were sharing the dance floor, but not truly dancing together. Which made you a little nervous, not having a lead to follow. So you took a breath and closed your eyes trying to feel the music. The effect certainly gives San a show. The man watching as your fingers trail the expanse of your neck on their way up before slowly moving back down and trailing over different parts of your body as you twisted and swayed. When your hands moved over your hips to show off even lower as your hips swayed it broke him. He couldn't stand the way this was tempting and teasing him with something that he couldn't have this very second. Especially knowing how good it would be. The fact that your teasing was unintentionally didn't help him either, it made him feel almost powerless at how effortless it was for you to have him crumbling…ready to drop to his knees for you.

He closed his eyes trying to calm himself, but neither that or his drink helped him and so he stood abruptly. Making his way to you on the dance floor before you could even register that he had moved at all. His arm around your waist and pulling you flush to his chest before wordlessly leading you off to the bathroom.

"Bend the fuck over before I lose it even more and rip that dress off you in this fucking club." He growls against your neck as he reaches back to turn the lock on the door. His eyes never leave your form then as he slowly starts to walk towards you giving you a chance to do as he asked.

You blink at him trying to process what had happened along with what he was asking you to do for him. As soon as it does register though your eyes widen before you’re moving, scrambling even, to bend over the counter, wanting something to help keep you upright for whatever he had in mind.

“And there’s my good girl.” San praises with a smug smirk as the dress pulls tighter around your curves now. Walking over to put his hands over the curve of your ass, squeezing before landing a smack to the one cheek, more playful than anything. “ Just too pretty for me to be able to resist aren’t you?”

You mewl out an affirmation that has his expression only getting all the more mischievous as he pushes your dress up over your hips now. Cursing under his breath at the sight of the silky black long you had underneath and how you had already started to dampen the material of it.

“Baby I haven’t even really touched you yet, is this how easy you are for me?” He teases one hand resuming its place on your ass while the other moves to have two fingers pressing against the damp spot.

“Says the one who dragged me into this bathroom, because just looking at me had you this worked up.” You snark right back at him in return, reaching to grip at the obvious bulge in his pants.

Your attitude earns you another spank, only this time it’s not playful as the one before. A warning more than anything. Though it gets him to be firm enough to give you what you’re really wanting from him. He moves your thong out of the way, holding it there with the thumb of the hand he has on your ass. Then he’s leaning in and out of your view in the mirror before he’s spitting on you. Two fingers come to collect it and spread it around before they’re pushing in, slowly working in and out and spreading just a little to start stretching you out.

“Wanna work you up so bad baby, but you’re gonna have to be a good girl for me because we have to be quick here. Can you do that for me?” San is leaning over you to ask, making your body heat up even more and allowing you to feel his fingers hitting even deeper.

“Yeah. Yeah. I can be your good girl.” You’re nodding, quick to agree to his every request already babbling a little bit and he’s only just begun.

Though you’re nearly whining when his fingers slip out, worried it wasn’t enough. Until you feel his cock pressed against your entrance, having been so busy focused on answering him well enough to be rewarded you didn’t hear his zipper behind you. San slowly pressing in and keeping one hand firmly gripping your ass, while the other grips your hip to hold you in place. He keeps a little space between your hips and the counter, wanting the only bruises left on your form to be from him, even when he’s about to absolutely wreck you. He glides back and forth a few times just to make sure you’re stretched around him enough before he’s pulling out to the tip and slamming right back in. Picking up a quick pace of that, ensuring his cock hits as deep as possible each time.

“You feel that baby? How deep I am in there? That’s me letting you know exactly where I’m gonna cum with each thrust. So deep it’ll be stuck in there, wonder if it’ll even drop out when we leave this bathroom.” He knows his words are a bit out there, but the way they make you clench so deliciously around him lets him know that he’s saying just what you love to hear. His cock practically abuses all your most sensitive spots as your legs quake. He smacks your ass one more time before that hand is between your legs rubbing quickly at your throbbing clit knowing you both needed to make this quick. As soon as he feels you cumming around him he lets himself go, keeping true to his word and making sure to cum right where he said, as deep as possible. He steps back to take in your disheveled state for a moment before moving to clean up, hopefully before he gets too worked up again. Though even as he helps move your clothes back where they belong you still have that dazed look in your eyes and your thighs are kind of shaky.

“I’ll tell the others we need to go baby, you were such a good girl for me and now I’m gonna get you home okay?” San assures you, kissing your forehead before doing that. You guys still had to stop two more times in what should have taken you twenty minutes to get home. Though it was due to his insatiable need and not the way he was making staying together a challenge for you. Only to find out when you got home that he wasn’t done with you yet.

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latenightyellow · 11 months

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dark sea fires

Pairing: Max Verstappen x driver!reader, Charles Leclerc x driver!reader

Words: 673

Summary: in the orbit of firsts and lasts

He slumps onto the couch, tilts his head back to cast his eyes at your back.

“I wanted to kiss you up there.”

You freeze, and in the silence that follows you’re keenly aware of the erratic thudding of your heart.

“I wanted to kiss you and tell everyone that I would happily watch you spray champagne on that step above me every time if it meant that we-”

“Max, I- please. Don’t… please,” you whisper, as you turn shakily to face him.

He’s in front of you now, his gaze blue and bright and brave with the tequila shots from earlier and god knows what else. You can’t afford to lose yourself in the what else.

“I wanted to tell everyone that you were my first. That I loved you first. That you were mine first.” He’s in your space, a lion’s prowl towards your body, crowding you up against the vanity. “That no matter how far it went, it would always come back to me.”

His voice has dropped, rumbling through a chest that is so resolutely pressed to yours. You arch instinctively, shuddering at the feel of him, hard and insistent against your thigh.

The dress you’ve worn is flimsy, creamy mulberry silk edged with lace, a confection of contrasts that only your subconscious understood. It was all for him. Now his hands are there, burning through the fabric at your hips, tracing up the slit at your thigh as he rests his forehead against yours.

It’s almost sweet, the way he’s controlling himself, not giving in to the simmering tension until you let him in. It reminds you of years gone by, of the first of many firsts, of fumbling in the dark and honey-slow strokes in the light.

A loud knock on the door startles you both, and you nearly headbutt him in a scramble to answer it, his eyes never leaving yours as you practically flee across the room.

“Ma cherie? Are you in there?”

You yank the door open, equal parts relief and terror as you stare at Charles, holding out a bouquet of roses the same shade of cream as your dress.

“Here,” he thrusts the flowers towards you. “I got these for you.” His eyes flicker over your dress, the delicate brush of lace against your skin, the risqué slit at the thigh, and he blushes, boyish and embarrassed, and you can’t help but tease him a little.

“Charles Leclerc, you big romantic sap. All these years and you’re still not used to seeing me in a dress, huh?” He answers your grin with one of his own, eyes crinkling at the corners as you step into him and press a soft kiss to his lips. “Merci pour les fleurs. Elles sont très jolies.”

“Pas aussi jolie que toi,” he murmurs, the soft green of his eyes tinged with desire. “Are you ready to go? We should leave now if we don’t want to be late.” He checks his watch, the flash of the Richard Mille in the harsh lights shocking you back into reality and back into that ever-present, magnetic awareness of the man you almost gave in to not even five minutes ago.

But you can’t look back. Stepping out into the hallway, you flash Charles a gentle smile, tipping your head forward and letting your hair hide the nerves you’re sure are written all over your face. He slides his hand over your hip, bringing you in close, and you swear that you can still feel the burn of Max’s touch, feel the urge to yank up your dress and see how irrevocably he has branded you.

The click of the door swinging shut behind you doesn’t feel as final as it should. And even as you exit the elevator and walk through the bustling foyer of the hotel, tucked firmly into Charles’ side, you’ve never felt more conscious of the pull of blue depths, of the drowning pleasure and molten fervour of the man who wanted to be your last.

#max verstappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc x reader #f1 fic #max verstappen fanfic #charles leclerc fanfic #f1 imagine #reader insert

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depravedhousewife · 9 months

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mulberry silk eye mask and nightgowns, cashmere loungewear, linen bedsheets, cotton white dresses

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8aji · 1 year

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100% mulberry silk. // s.s.

pairing. shinichiro sano x reader

wc. 1.8k

tags/cw. MDNI, established relationship, pwp, smut, AFAB reader, oral (fem receiving), fingering, sub-ish!shinichiro, dub-con voyeurism, p in v, reader wears a dress but thats about it really!

a/n. based on a dress i really wanted but did not buy, im still mourning it ngl :,) ya'll should've seen it, it was so silky and beautiful and lovely and and- anyway this is the second or third smut ive ever written so pls be kind TT

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“You look so pretty with it,” he breathed out, letting his forehead rest against yours in a desperate attempt to keep himself upwards. The buttery texture of the silk against his fingers made him gulp. The way the fabric fell down your body, touching your skin in ways he craved to do as well lit a fire inside of him he seemed to be unable to put out.

You sighed in satisfaction, toes curling in excitement as his calloused hands trailed up your legs, bunching the fabric of your dress until he reached your hips.

His hands were warm, they made you shiver as his thumbs played with the lace on the hem of your underwear. He would pretend to dip his fingers, waiting for you to sigh in relief before pulling away, subjecting you to the same gruelling teasing he was often the victim of.

“Keep it on for me, please.” He begged, words fueled by the unquenchable thirst prompted just by experiencing you.

You bit your lip to hide the whine bubbling in your throat, fervently nodding as his hands ghosted over your panties, teasing your clit by applying gentle pressure with one of his knuckles. “Just be careful with it.”

He hummed in response, whispering a needy thank you before he gave you a quick peck, followed by another and another, pulling giggles from the two of you.

Time seemed to slow down as you watched him kneel before you, eyes blown with lust and hunger, looking up at you like you were his last meal.

Once again, you fervently nodded as he wordlessly asked for permission to pull your panties down, nudging your waist with his nose while, once again, playing with the hem.

He hooked his fingers over the lace, pulling on it and letting go, making you flinch in satisfaction and conjuring another whine from you. Every sound that fell from your lips only served to further his desire, dick hardening inside his pants as he desperately held back the urge to rut against your body.

Giving a kiss to your clit over the fabric followed by a tentative lick, he basked in the grip you had on his hair. Soft yet commanding, even in the position you were in you guided him wherever you wanted, and he followed with no complaints.

He gave your clothed core one last kiss, gently sucking at the covered nub before peeling the soaked fabric from your skin, with a gentle grip on your calf as he helped you get it completely off.

“Fuck, you're dripping.” He sighed in contentment, licking his lips as one of his fingers toyed with your entrance, collecting your wetness before sucking on his digit, groaning in delight. “You taste so good.”

Slowly, he gave your pussy another tentative lick, taking his time to savour your arousal and letting it pool on his tongue. Moving upwards, one of his hands kept your hips still, glued against the wall as he sucked on your clit. His other hand made their way back to your entrance, two digits curling upwards the moment they had sunk inside your walls. He let your moans wash over him, basking on the indirect price before speaking

“You're so good to me,” his breath tickled your sensitive skin, making your hips stutter in his hold. “Can feel you squeezing my fingers”

The closer you pulled him in, the more enjoyment he got out of eating you out, Eagerly lapping at your juices. Feeling the way you desperately rutted against his face, tongue permanently enveloped by the taste of you, with his nose buried against your skin along with his fingers deep inside your cunt; it only made him up his rhythm.

“Shin I–“ your voice cracked, unable to hold back the moan that ripped from your throat. The man kneeling in front of you hummed in acknowledgement, patting the side of your thigh so you could rest his leg over his shoulder. He needed you impossibly closer. “Shin, if you don’t stop, I'm gonna– Aah! Fuck, Shin, you're gonna make me cum.”

“Cum then.” He mumbled, the sound muffled as he continued with his ministrations, effortlessly licking and sucking, hitting all the right spots as if he had them memorised. “‘Need you to cum on my face.”

Your pussy clenched around his fingers at his words and the grip you had on his hair simultaneously tightened. With the leg he had placed/thrown over his shoulder, you pulled him closer, making him groan.

“I’m–“ you whimpered, interrupting yourself as your mouth went dry, your thighs quivering. Your shoulders sagged against the wall, head lolling to the side as your breath tried to even itself out. His own breathless pants added to the blissful sensation, puffs of air warm against your sensitive clit.

A lazy smile stretched on your face while you brushed your hand through his messy locks, taking in the sight of his cheek pressing against your inner thigh, skin flushed and overly warm, making a few strands of his hair stick to his forehead. He hummed in satisfaction as he willingly melted at your warmth, like he had been the one tipped over the edged

“That was good right?” He asked, voice buttery and laced with buzzing ease. He looked up at you through lidded doe eyes, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a soft smile. His pretty black orbs glistened along with his puffy lips under the dimmed lights in your bedroom. the more you kept looking at them the more you wanted to get a taste of you directly from his tongue.

You raked your fingers through his hair once again, basking in the way he melted against your touch, before you gently pulled on the strands, motioning him upwards.

Now standing, he rested his forehead against yours and you let the puffs of air leaving his lips caress your skin. His chest rose and fell in tandem with your own heartbeat, and for a moment you swore you could feel his desperation cursing down through your bloodstream.

The neediness he embodied was otherworldly, letting his body speak not through words but through its motions. And it was there, mere inches from a kiss, that you finally let out a previously contained whimper, mumbling ‘so good, you're so good’ with as much need of your own, before the two of you were crashing against each other in a synchronised yet desperate rhythm.

Hands everywhere, scrunching fabric and pulling it off while simultaneously trying to get a hold of every inch of skin available to the touch. The two of you could barely contain the muffled giggles at each other's clumsiness. But You couldn’t help it, just existing so close to Shinichiro felt like another brand of honey-like sweetness you couldn't describe.

He was quick to peel your underwear off your body, helping you step out of the garment before he worked on the zipper of his jeans; the strain of his pants had become too much for him, causing an uncomfortable yet pleasurable friction against his clothed member that almost forced a moan out of him once he pulled them off.

Pearlescent beads of precum dribbled down the reddened tip. He was drooling all for you, and it took all of your willpower not to get down on your knees and clean him up with your tongue. The two of you had other plans for the night, which you were quickly reminded of as he pressed his dick against your bare pussy, letting the tip press against your nub before dragging it downwards to your entrance, over and over again until the two of you were covered in a mess of both of your juices.

“Stop teasing,” you pressured through a shaky breath. By now, your head had settled in the crook of his neck, giving you the perfect view of your bodies sliding against each other. The sight in front of you forced you to swallow down a whimper, shutting your eyes close as the head nudged the hood of your clit.

“I– I can’t–” He panted, cheeks turning darker as he stumbled with the moan brewing inside his throat. “It feels so– so good like this I can’t stop.”

“C’mon Shin,” it was your turn to whine. It was unusual for your boyfriend to lose himself in his own pleasure, preferring to put yours over his any day. But whenever it happened, it was almost like his mind emptied itself until the only prevailing thought was to cum. “You always look so pretty inside of me, don’t you wanna see?”

He nodded desperately, biting down on his bottom lip with enough force to break the supple skin. If it weren’t for you putting pressure against it, you think he would’ve. And to your satisfaction, he let your finger enter his mouth without resistance, pulling you as close as possible before lining up against your entrance.

At that exact moment he swore he could cum solely from the pressure of his tip being wrapped around your sticky warmth, one of his hands pressing against the wall to keep himself upright. Everything around him felt too good to be real, and for less than a couple of seconds his brain seemed to have deluded itself into believing he was actually dreaming. Almost angelical, you looked so beautiful, so pretty taking his cock inch by inch until he had fully sheathed himself inside.

You wrapped your leg around his waist at the intrusion, the silky material of the dress scrunching against your waist and adding to the heightened sensation. His whole existence was permeated with a thick layer of want. You could feel it in his touch, his breath, his whimpers. You could feel it sizzling as you left wet kisses behind his ear and down his neck. You could feel it whenever his hips stutter inside of you, fighting against his own will to maintain a constant rhythm.

Nudging his cheek with your nose, you grabbed his face with your hand to keep him steady for a couple of seconds, leaving a couple of pecks on his lips and giggling along with him whenever he tried to sloppily kiss you back.

“More,” you mumbled, “‘want more.”

And like the good boyfriend he was, he followed through.

Almost like drunk in you, he quickened his pace like his only goal was to make you feel good. Two of his slender fingers made their way towards your clit, ghosting over where you needed them the most and waiting for you to whine before he started rubbing soft circles over it.

The squelching noises of both your bodies were borderline pornographic; louder and louder with which thrust and groan and whimper. And like you had mentioned, and in spite of the word sounding out of place within the confinements of your shared obscenity, the view of him inside of you was beyond pretty.

Or at least, that’s what Wakasa thought while he fisted his own cock, peering from behind the thin strip that had been left ajar; by mistake or not, he didn’t care, it was all for him to observe.

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the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep · 2 months

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Eros in Venus

Summary: Gale and Dulcinea enjoy the final hours of their wedding night

Rating: MA

Pairing: Gale x OC

Tags/warnings: anal sex, DP, Gale uses his simulacrum, breeding kink if you squint, oral sex, fingering, creampie, dom/sub, spanking

Word count: 3k

Chapter 26/?, but can be read as a stand-alone

“You’re going to rip it!” Dulcinea giggled as she and Gale stumbled through the front door. Her speech slurred with mild intoxication as Gale pawed drunkenly at the buttons on the back on her dress.

The wedding suite was nothing short of lavish. Gale spared no expense for such an occasion. For this moment, everything needed to be perfect. The room featured a massive four-post bed whose wooden posts and frame were carved with an elaborate design of twisted vines and flowers. The heavy velvet curtains shifted gently in a draft that seeped through the balcony doors.

They’d retreated into their quarters for the evening, tired and intoxicated but ready to enjoy some alone time after a night of revelry and excitement. Their guests still drank and laughed noisily in the tavern downstairs, even now as dawn was breaking.

Gale pushed Dulcinea against the wall, burying his face into her neck and kissing her just above her sapphire necklace. His lips returned up to hers, pressing his tongue to her soft lips. Their tongues slid past each other to explore each others’ mouths, both of them still tasting the alcohol that they’d drank earlier.

“I can’t get this dress off,” Gale slurred between kisses as he continued to fumble with its buttons. “You look beautiful with it on, but I’d rather see you with it off.”

“Veni et iuva me,” Gale murmured. A mage hand materialized behind Dulcinea’s back and began to carefully undo the pearl buttons of her dress.

Dulcinea slid the newly loosened wedding dress down over her hips, revealing the platinum white chemise underneath it. The chemise was made of a luxurious mulberry silk, not dissimilar to the one she was wearing when she awoke on the beach nearly a year ago.

“There are far too many layers to this ensemble,” Gale tutted. He now sat beside Dulcinea on the bed, watching as she unpinned her hair. It was a beautiful sight, seeing her curls cascade freely.

Gale removed his jacket and set it to the side before unbuttoning his shirt. After untying his shoes, he slid his trousers off, leaving only his briefs behind. He returned his attention to Dulcinea, watching as she removed her earrings.

“Now I can introduce you to the world as my wife, ‘Mrs. Dulcinea Dekarios’,” Gale said proudly. “Wife of Professor Gale Dekarios of Blackstaff Academy.”

Dulcinea smiled to herself. It didn’t hold the same ring as ‘Dulcinea Selemchant of Athkatla’, but it was perhaps a much softer and more domestic name. She preferred it, just as Gale now preferred ‘plain old Gale Dekarios’.

She gently caressed Gale’s cheek. “I’m glad you kept the beard, by the way. I know Tara and your mother were eager for you to shave it.”

“I told Tara that the day I shave this beard is the day I shave her,” Gale sighed. “Regardless, it is your preference. You shall always hold priority.”

Dulcinea bent over to unlace her boots but was immediately stopped by Gale.

“Absolutely not,” he insisted as he knelt in front of her. “The pleasure is mine, my love.”

Gale quickly unlaced the dainty boots adorning Dulcinea’s feet. The boots were made by a local shop and decorated with an intricate silver broderie design. He sat there, holding her foot in his hand with the heel resting in his palm. She wore a pair of knee-high eyelet stockings, handmade by a clothier in Athkatla. Gale smiled inwardly. Even the sight of her stocking-clad feet sent chills down his spine. Gale raised her pointed toes to his lips, kissing them reverently. His eyes were closed as if deep in prayer as he cradled her foot like a precious treasure.

Gale walked his index and middle fingers upwards towards the top of the stockings, hooking the tip of his fingers around it. He began to slowly peel the stockings from Dulcinea’s calves, trailing kisses along her legs. Dulcinea squirmed as his incisors clipped the delicate skin that lay so close to the soft and welcoming delta of her sex.

Gale looked up at her from between her legs. “There are still far too many layers in this ensemble of yours,” he purred, allowing a wolfish grin to tug at his lips. “Will you grant me the honor of removing such obstructions, my bride?”

Dulcinea smirked. “They certainly won’t remove themselves.” She felt Gale’s fingers, warm and callused, slide up her hips to meet the line of her panties. Gale hooked his fingertips around her panty line and pulled downwards.

Gale needed no further suggestion. In a matter of moments, he lifted Dulcinea’s hips from the edge of the bed and cupped her ass with his strong, callused hands.

“You needn’t ask me twice.”

Gale dragged his tongue along the crease where Dulcinea’s thigh met the outer lips of her pussy, taking his time as he tasted the saltiness of her skin and inhaled her scent. He didn’t stop until he reached the taut tendon of her upper thigh. Gale wanted this moment to last as long as possible before he immersed himself in her. It had to be special.

As Gale’s lips met Dulcinea’s mons, an idea struck him. Dulcinea caught that all-too-familiar sparkle in her husband’s eye; he was planning something. She was tempted to ask, but her instinct told her to let him surprise her, to “wow” her as he once said.

Gale allowed a subtle smirk to play at the corners of his mouth before planting another kiss above the commissure of Dulcinea’s pussy.

Gale flicked his tongue against the side of Dulcinea’s clit, causing her hips to jolt. That never gets old, he thought smugly to himself as he slid his tongue along the length of Dulcinea’s pussy.

Dulcinea proper herself up on her elbows from her recumbent position. She liked to watch as Gale’s head moved up and down as he pleasured her with such focused precision. Her toes curled into the soles of her feet as she stifled a pitiful moan of arousal.

Gale smiled inwardly as his tongue and lips encircled her clit. The tip of his tongue flicked repeatedly, rhythmically over the subtle prominence of the clitoris.

Dulcinea arched her lower back as a white-hot sensation of arousal began to spread through her abdomen. Her hand found its way to the back of Gale’s head, her fingers carding through his thick brown hair as she pressed his face towards into her pussy. She was so sensitive to his touch and craved it more and more as Gale pleasured her.

Gale gave her clit a chaste kiss, a juxtaposition to the ferocity with which he was pleasuring her. “I have a treat for you, my wife,” he grinned devilishly.

With a snap of his fingers, a simulacrum appeared behind him. This wasn’t like the simulacrum he’d brought forth in the Astral Plane. No, this one was as real and tangible as her and Gale and already erect. Dulcinea licked her lips subtly as the replica approached her to stand on either side of Gale.

“What have but one of me when you can have two?” Gale smirked. He carefully walked Dulcinea’s hips back onto the bed and climbed on top of her, kissing her forcefully as his fingers slid into her pussy. Dulcinea’s inner walls clenched around Gale’s fingers, eager for more of him.

“This will be quite intense, my love,” he murmured to her as his hooked fingers caressed the spot behind Dulcinea’s pubic bone, causing her to whimper with pleasure. “I want to be sure… is this what you want as well?”

Between shallow breaths, Dulcinea managed to reply affirmatively. “Yes… Gods, yes…”

Gale leaned in and kissed Dulcinea’s neck, just below her earlobe. “On your hands and knees, my dove.”

Dulcinea obediently moved onto her hands and knees as instructed, her breasts hanging pendulously from her chest and her legs spread ajar. Her breathing was already growing ragged and her heart raced in anticipation.

Gale and his simulacra removed their briefs simultaneously, discarding them amongst the pile of clothing on the floor. Gale’s hands came to rest on Dulcinea’s hips. He gave them a squeeze before spanking her enthusiastically. He enjoyed watching the flesh of her ass ripple when he spanked her. He pressed the shaft of his cock between her asscheeks teasingly as the simulacrum knelt in front of Dulcinea. The simulacrum’s eager cock head caressed Dulcinea’s cheek. Gale shuddered as he heard Dulcinea whimper impatiently, so ready and willing to take him — both of him.

“Are you ready, sweetness?” Gale whispered as he kissed Dulcinea’s shoulder.

“Yes,” she whispered as the simulacra’s cock brushed her lips. Dulcinea’s tongue slid over the sensitive head of the simulacrum’s stiff member. The simulacrum’s hand buried itself in Dulcinea’s hair as her tongue teased his cock’s frenulum, flicking back and forth. Her tongue glided down the shaft, dwelling momentarily at the base as the simulacrum let out a groan of pleasure. Dulcinea flattened her tongue and curled it into a cup-like shape before dragging it once more to the head of the simulacrum’s cock. Her lips sealed gently to the cock head, sucking at it gently.

Slowly and steadily, taking her time to savor every second, Dulcinea brought her lips to meet the replica’s foreskin. She dwelled there for a moment, feeling the replica shudder before she pushed back its foreskin and took the entirety of its cock into her eager mouth.

Meanwhile, the real Gale hold of Dulcinea’s hips once more and slowly pushed his full length into her pussy. He exhaled slowly as he appreciated the wetness and the ease with which he entered her. His fingers gripped the rounded flesh of her hips as he began to thrust rhythmically — slowly at first, gradually accelerating.

Dulcinea moaned around the simulacrum’s cock in her mouth. She tightened her suction around the cock’s shaft, pulling the head along the roof of her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. It was then that the replica’s grip on the back of her head tightened and it began to thrust into her mouth, synchronizing with the real Gale’s thrusts.

Dulcinea gagged and retracted her mouth from the simulacrum’s cock, causing the simulacra to groan and its hips to rock reflexively. A dribble of pre-cum dripped onto her lower lip, like a dewdrop on a flower petal.

Gale’s replica brought its fingers to Dulcinea’s chin, tilting it upwards. The replica smirked to itself, squeezing Dulcinea’s cheeks so that her lips pouted forwards.

“You’re doing such a good job, pet,” the simulacrum rasped through jagged breaths. “Such a lovely little mouth with such talented lips.”

From behind her, Gale’s thrusts grew faster and faster until suddenly he pulled back, leaving the head of his cock at the vestibule of her pussy. He loved teasing her like this, pulling back from her as their intimacies escalated.

“You’re so mean sometimes,” Dulcinea pouted playfully, her voice growing husky with desire. She knew as well as Gale did that he couldn’t resist burying himself into her for very long. Soon enough, his primal urges would overtake whatever plans he had for withholding pleasure from her and he would enter her with more intensity than before.

The simulacrum, however, was growing impatient. The head of its member was pressing against Dulcinea’s lips. “Open,” the simulacrum growled. “Now.”

The moment Dulcinea opened her mouth and greedily accepted the simulacrum’s cock once more, the real Gale pressed his member into Dulcinea’s pussy.

Dulcinea cried out as she was assailed with her lover and his duplicate, both of them thrusting into her at opposite ends. One of the simulacrum’s hands buried itself in Dulcinea’s hair while the other one found its way to her breast, rubbing its thumb over her oh so sensitive nipple.

Dulcinea mewled plaintively, arching her back to allow the real Gale to achieve maximum depth. The head of Gale’s cock rammed against her cervix, causing Dulcinea to yelp with each thrust.

“Do you like that? Being skewered?” Gale hissed, digging his fingers into the flesh of Dulcinea’s hips.

The simulacrum’s cock was buried too deeply in her throat for her to reply to the real Gale. When she didn’t respond, Gale slapped her ass impatiently. “Do you like it, Dulcinea?”

“Yes,” Dulcinea wheezed, freeing her lips momentarily from the circumference of the simulacrum’s member.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, my love.”

Gale smirked proudly. “That’s right, my love. You’re mine. To have and to hold. In darkness and light.”

Dulcinea moaned at those words. The love and dedication with which Gale spoke only served to stoke the flames of arousal within her. He could be so possessive, so demanding, and so dominating of her. She could feel the white heat of pleasure creep upwards into her stomach. Her inner walls contracted around Gale, who gasped softly at the sensation. His head tilted back and his eyes closed as he felt his lover’s body responding to him so perfectly.

Gale could feel his own release building, but he was nowhere near done with Dulcinea. No, there was more he wanted. He was insatiable and mad with desire. He retracted his cock from her pussy once more, but this time he had other plans aside from teasing her.

Dulcinea whined at the vacant sensation of Gale pulling out of her. As Gale pulled out, so did his simulacrum.

“Are you enjoying yourself, love?” Gale growled, taking hold of Dulcinea’s chin to turn her head towards him.

“Gods, yes,” she breathed. “You are so good to me, my love… so good.”

“Let’s switch our positioning a little. I want to see that pretty little face of yours when you scream my name.”

Gale laid on his back and pulled Dulcinea on top of him. He reached upwards and caressed her face, appreciating its softness and warmth. Her lips were red and swollen from taking the simulacrum’s cock with such enthusiasm. Gale dragged his thumb over her pouty lips.

“My wife,” he purred, dragging his fingers downwards to her breasts. He cupped them gently, once more admiring the suppleness of her flesh.

“My husband,” Dulcinea whispered, bringing her hand to stroke Gale’s cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too, my darling. My precious bride.”

Gale guided her hips upwards, resting her pussy just above his cock. As he did so, the simulacrum appeared behind Dulcinea, its fingers wet with a viscous solution. It knelt on its knees behind Dulcinea and spread her asscheeks apart, anointing her asshole with the lubricant.

Dulcinea grinned devilishly. “You never cease to amaze me.”

“I’m nowhere near done with amazing you this evening.”

As Gale lowered Dulcinea into his cock, watching as her eyes widened subtly with enjoyment, the simulacrum sheathed its member into Dulcinea’s asshole.

Dulcinea’s body clenched in pleasure as she moaned raggedly. “Oh, Gods…”

By the Weave… I could see her in this position every day and every night and never feel sated, Gale thought to himself as he lifted Dulcinea’s hips again. He angled his body so that he could fuck her from beneath while the simulacrum smacked Dulcinea’s ass firmly, making a sharp cracking sound.

Gale looked up at his wife with a devilish smirk. “I have claimed the entirety of you tonight,” he growled, curving his hand around one of Dulcinea’s breasts. “And you are mine now. As am I yours.”

Dulcinea let out a high pitched whine of ecstasy as her fingers gripped into the bedsheets above Gale’s shoulders. She could hear the simulacrum’s breathing becoming more labored. Beneath her, Gale’s body began to clench. He wasn’t done with her nor did he want to be done with her. The mind was willing but the flesh was growing weaker with each thrust.

“You look so beautiful when you’re filled with my cock… doubly so when there are two of me,” Gale growled, pulling Dulcinea in towards him and pressing his lips to hers. Dulcinea moaned against the kiss as heat flooded her body.

Their foreheads rested together as Gale tried to stave off the impending orgasm just to have a few more moments, a few more seconds within her. “Weave preserve me…,” he prayed under his breath.

The simulacrum, however, was losing its control rapidly. Its cadence increased, causing Dulcinea to whine loudly. The sound of his lover’s voice only served to accelerate Gale’s climax. He began to thrust with his simulacrum to match its pace.

“Oh, Gods… oh, Gale….” were Dulcinea’s final words before the intensity of her orgasm overtook her. Her body spasmed around Gale’s cock and her mouth fell open as she came.

That was all it took. The simulacrum lost all control of itself and let out a low, guttural groan of completion. Dulcinea met this with a soft yelp as her asshole filled with ejaculate. Not but a few seconds later, Gale followed suit. His eyes widened as he climaxed.

The simulacrum withdrew from Dulcinea slowly, appearing to savor every moment before it disappeared. Dulcinea and Gale lay together in the aftermath, sweating and panting. As she dismounted him, Gale watched with pride as cum dripped from Dulcinea’s sweet pussy. He loved to see exactly how much he filled her with his seed. Seeing her pussy overflow like that gave him a primal sense of satisfaction.

“I love you,” Gale whispered, kissing Dulcinea’s forehead.

“I love you, too,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around Gale.

The sun was beginning to rise in earnest, its warm and comforting rays shining through the window of the room that the newly married couple shared. Today was yet another beginning for them. A new adventure to be shared together.

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witchersmistress · 9 months

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The road to Hell

Hello my darlings!! this man almost, ended back in the punishment room!

Trigger warnings: age gasp, foul language sassy FMC, forced marriage

Word Count: 2.7 K

Amelia’s POV

Your wedding day is supposed to be one of the most exciting days of your life. Just like my mother, I’m about to marry a man I didn’t choose and who I don’t love. I actually despise him and everything he represents—money, greed, and power are just a few of them. My mother hates my father, but there was nothing either one of them could do. Their fate was decided, their destiny sealed. Same as mine. Same as my children’s. And my grandchildren’s. We are bred for the sole purpose of power. Control in numbers. Fuck that!

Women in my world—the secret society of the Ravens—should not reproduce. I don’t want children. The cycle will end with me. It has to. The Ravens will only find a way to use its members. They marry us off to ensure we add to their army. The next generation of Ravens and Ravenia will help them take over the world. Phil though he was so smart and allowed me to see a Raven approved Drs only, well the joke was on him, that particular doc, i saw his wife instead who was a fellow Ravenia and a Nurse practitioner. By the end of my first appointment, I had an IUD and that idiot was none the wiser. I’ll be damned if I allow them to have any say over a son or daughter I'll never have.

I stand in the middle of the room, overlooking the white dress in the mirrored wall, running my hand down the mulberry silk—some of the finest silk available in the world. I take in a deep breath. It cost a whopping two million. Two million dollars for a fucking dress? My soon-to-be husband had it custom-made by a designer in France. I know this because my mother reminds me every chance she gets. Why would I get to pick out something so important in my life? That’s insane, right? Give that money to charity, or he'll let me loose in a bookstore, not that i could spend two million dollars but i'll try like hell.

To think I should have any say in what I wear on the day I give my life to another. It’s as if she thinks his wealth will impress me. It’s blood money. I know this because it’s the same fortune I grew up with. I never did want the finer things in life. I know a poor person would roll their eyes at that statement, but it’s true. Give me a beer, a cheap hoodie, and a hat to hide my three-day old mop of bleach-blond hair, and I’m happy. But no. That’s unacceptable. The one percent aren’t allowed to look anything less than perfect. Not in public anyway. I’m surprised they even let us speak. We as women might as well walk around with duct tape over our mouths dressed in nothing but chains. A Raven needs a Ravenia but not because of the reasons you may think. It’s a way to hide who he really is. He’ll have fucks all over the world, but we’re expected to cook, clean, and spread our legs for him when he’s home. Worship him like he’s God himself and birth his children. I’ve never been religious, and I’m not going to fall to my knees and start worshiping a man now.

My brother comes up behind me, his eyes scanning over my dress in the mirror. “At least he has good taste.” I roll my eyes. “As if that matters.” “Just pop out some kids and get fat.” He shrugs. “Then he’ll screw anyone but you. Oh! Hire a hot, much younger nanny.” He nods to himself. “Let me try her out first, though. Make sure she’s good enough.” His words just prove that all Ravens are the same. He’s been a Raven for years but has yet to marry. He has the privilege of fucking his way around the world while I’m forced to sign my life away. A cell rings, and he pulls it out of his tuxedo jacket to answer. “Hello?” Sighing, I pick up the dress and walk over to the stained glass window. You can’t see shit out of it. This place is ancient. The Cathedral is to a Raven as a church is to a religion—their sanctum. It holds a hundred years of secrets like a sarcophagus encloses a mummy.

It was handed down to them years ago—a place to perform their sick and twisted rituals. There’s nothing fancy or special about it, if you ask me. I could be walking down the aisle in blue jeans and a T-shirt or lingerie. Doesn’t matter. Not all Ravens and Ravenia are required to wed here. But it’s where my future husband picked. Our parents wanted it to be as traditional as possible. It’s a bullshit reason. They just want to make a spectacle of handing me over to him. We might as well be standing in a courtroom with a judge sentencing me to life in prison without the chance of parole for a crime I didn’t commit. I place my hand on the cold glass, listening to the rain fall. It’s been storming for the past two days. It's like the world knows I've been destined for a lifetime of servitude to a man I'd rather kill than kneel and suck his dick.

I blame my mother. She raised me to be strong-willed and determined. But now, I’m just supposed to turn it off and believe that I'm to devote my life to a man that will neglect me during the day but demand I spread my legs at night. I won’t accept that. I deserve more. I want more. My brother ends his call, getting my attention, and looks at me. “We have a problem,” he states. My whole life is a fucking problem. “What?” “Phil is missing.” I snort. “Don’t toy with me like that.” That’s not a problem; that’s a prayer answered. “I’m serious.” He swallows, looking around the large room nervously as if Phil’s going to appear out of thin air. “He’s not here. He never arrived. He’s also not at his house. He’s missing. No one has seen him.” “I’m not sure why that’s a problem.” I don’t want to marry the sick bastard. Phil Buxton is the highest-ranking Raven you can come by, which just makes this even worse. Ravens are like anything else in this world. You have some at the bottom, and others at the top. There are different tiers.

But honestly, it doesn’t matter; they’re all sick fucking bastards who will kill anyone to get to where they are. Even the bottom feeders will destroy anything to get a chance at serving. He steps over to me. “Amelia …” The door opens, and my father enters with my mother. I cross my arms over my chest. “I’m guessing this good fortune has nothing to do with you two?” My mother’s injected lips seem to thin a tad at my comment. She’s told me a million times that this is just the life we live. That it’s a “tradition” and I just have to accept it. That as far as Raven and Ravenia goes, we’re royalty. Bull-fucking-shit. I’d rather be someone’s bitch than a Raven’s Ravenia. My father, however, stares at the floor while running a hand through his dark hair. “Daddy?” I step over to him, holding my dress in my hands so I don’t step on the hem. “What’s going on?” His throat works, swallowing before his eyes find mine. There’s a look of regret in them, and hope fills my chest. Maybe he’s realized that I don’t want this life. He clears his throat. “I just received a call …” “Please tell me you did this—called off my wedding?” I rush out, my words hopeful. “I’m sorry, Amelia, but the wedding is still on.” He sighs. And what little hope I had is now smothered. “But Dylan said Phil’s missing.” I point at my brother. Had my father received the same phone call that my brother did? Or was it someone else? “You are no longer to wed Phil.” He yanks on the collar of his tux. Picking up the dress so I don’t trip over it in my six-inch hooker heels—that my soon-to-be husband also picked out—I take a step back, my heart picking up speed. This is good news. Why does he look so concerned? “I don’t understand. If he’s not here—” “A new Raven has chosen you,” he interrupts me. My mother places her hand over her mouth, trying to quiet a sob. “No,” I argue. “That can’t be.” It was decided that Phil would be my husband when I was eighteen—three years ago.

Things like this aren’t just changed at the last minute. I’ve lived the past few years preparing for this day. To be his wife. What he wanted. A Raven can’t choose to marry me, not when I’m already promised to another. “Who?” my brother demands. “Who in the hell would make this change?” He fists his hands at his sides. I reach up and grab the pearls my mother gave me. She thought they would give me some kind of comfort, and I laughed, but now I hold on to them as if they’re an anchor to a lifeline. “I—” The door swings open once again, this time hitting the interior wall and making me jump. A set of baby-blue eyes meet mine, and my stomach drops. The wind knocked out of me. I haven’t seen them in years, but they’ve haunted my dreams ever since.

Three years ago

“Where is she?” my mother demands, entering the hospital. She received a phone call that my sister was brought in tonight, but no other information was given. “Ma’am—” “Where is my daughter?” she screams at the nurse, pounding on the check-in desk. I turn around to see my sister’s boyfriend walking toward us. His white T-shirt and jeans are covered in blood, and my chest tightens to the point it restricts my air. My mom’s legs give out when she sees him. “N-o,” she chokes, placing her shaking hand over her mouth. Walter catches her and holds her body to his, but his baby-blue eyes meet mine, sending a chill down my spine so cold, it’s paralyzing. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “She’s gone.”

“Walter,” my brother growls, shoving me to the side and pulling me out of that memory, and steps in front of me.

#henry cavill characters #henry cavill x you #henry cavill imagine #walter marshall #august walker

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writing-sideblog-behind-books · 2 months

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yuta really doesn't have the time but he stops in his tracks and stares as he sees her. curly hair falls in long tresses over her back. her dress is some kind of dark blue material that hugs her curves and the light reflections of light give the impression of shining stars. he kind of wants to take her elbow hugging glove things off with his teeth. it doesn't help that in addition to wearing heels she's the talles person in the room. when her companion the gravity manipulator, honestly smaller than yuta had imagined, pulls her close with an arm around her waist he snaps back into himself and finishes delivering the bottles more expensive than a year of his rent from the kitchen to the bar. * aiko firmly puts a stop to any trembling in his hands might have experienced as he approaches the head of the port mafia. "nakahara-san i'm so glad you could make it. it's a pleasure to host you." he greets, smile firmly in place. "and who might your beautiful company this fine evening be?" "oh the pleasure is all mine, shimada-san. and this fine lady is hikari." his words follow the formula of polite conversation but his tone is blunt. hikari next to him adds "it's an honor to make your aquaintance." she's a lovely thing. beautiful and a voice like bells, aiko can understand how she made it to the arm of the most powerful man in yokohama. as he gives her a handkiss she giggles. it's a soft, pleasing sound. * ryoto is already wating when shimada and nakahara join him. different wine's nakahara is known to prefer are at the ready in the kabinet and an array of light foods is spread across the table. the files for the reason behind their meeting, discussing the establishing a new business venture, are prepared. possible concessions decided on. * kura is fixing her makeup in the bathroom mirror when a goregeous women enters. her eyeliner is superb, her nails on point and her dress to kill for. after a bit in the next room with the toilet she joins her in the main part and as she washes her hands her eyes meet hers. "your dress is so pretty, is that lace?" she asks. kura is immideatly fond of her. "it is." she tells her exited, "i had it specially made for this evening. your's is also lovely-" she tells her as she gestures at the mulberry silk? satin? enveloping her figure before hesitating on the name. the women blushes prettily and looks away. "oh how rude i haven't introduced myself. my name is hikari" she introduces herself. "oh no neither have i so let's give neither the fault. i'm kura." it's a delight to talk to her as she finishes the last touches on her eyeshadow while hikari works on her lipstick. * chuuya leaves the meeting room satisfied and as he makes his way back to the main ballroom dazai finds him. he seamlessly slides his arm into chuuya's. report? reaching out, chuuya hooks a strand of hair behind dazai's rigth ear. success. then trails his hand down dazai's check. you? dazai squezes his arm. same. kisses him. suspiscion confirmed. his oder hand lands on dazai's hip. immediate action nessesary? to which dazai bops his nose. no. then he giggles and pulls them fully into the ballroom.

#bsd #soukoku #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #pm boss dazai #but everyone thinks it's chuuya

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fangyanstore · 1 year

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archaiclumina · 13 days

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losing my mind trying to find a nice dressing gown mod for Ren. Is this because people in other parts of the world call them something different???? What do they call them? Bathrobes?? That makes me think of something fuzzy and warm. I am talking like, 100% mulberry silk, floor length, fucks the pool boy, type of dressing gown.

how is there not one!? surely there is!? help me obi-wan-kenobi you're my only hope.

#rare ooc #mod stuff #am i gonna have to make the fucks the pool boy type of dressing gown myself???

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stardustbarbarians · 1 year

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Too Pretty For War

Chapter 2 (ch. 1 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 | ch. 7 | ch. 8 | ch. 9)

A Samuel Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: The only way for Prince Sam to end a war is by marrying the enemy.

Tags: Prince!Sam, war, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers

A/N: I bet you weren't expecting this, were ya. I am overwhelmed by the response this is getting! Truly I can't thank you guys enough <3 Your admiration keeps me going! It's finals right now so I imagine this will be updated a lot as I tend to use fics as my outlet for stress, however I can't make any promises. As always, this series is dedicated to @safety-sam. Without any further ado, enjoy! <3

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Nightfall had befallen Athens. The world was sheathed in a dark shroud save for the few specks of starlight fighting the dark. The fire of torches also joined in the star’s rebellion, their soft glow casting dim light in the prince’s room. As the flames danced along to the song of the ocean breeze, they projected shadows that moved along to the beat of the tune. It was a calming scene to behold. It would’ve been, had it not been for the worried royal injecting the air with his anxiety.

“All you are achieving is creating a trench in your floor.” The prince snapped his gaze over to his advisor, noting how he seemed unaware of the crushing weight Sam felt.

“Forgive me, Daniel. But the entire fate of thousands of men’s lives rests upon my ability to secure a marriage with this woman! So, pardon me if I seem a little tense!” Sam snapped, only halting his pacing to look the scholar in the eyes. He continued again right after he finished his outburst, feeling as if he could scratch all of his skin off.

Daniel remained quiet. There was no arguing with Sam on that; he held the fate of his country on his shoulders and that was not an easy weight to bear.

“I feel like a gift pony,” Samuel lamented, his hands pulling at his silken toga as well as tanging his fingers in his intricately dressed hair. He gazed longingly at the ocean, hearing her call him to her waters.

“Well, you are one, in a way,” Daniel asserted, taking in how his best friend looked. He wore his finest sandals, the straps crossing across his toned calves and stopping below his knee. His mulberry toga kept him modest above the knee, the silk draping from his right shoulder while his left was fitted with an intricate gold piece of shoulder armor that was very clearly decorative rather than practical on his left that coiled down his bicep. His hair, before Sam had ruined it, had been pulled up into an intricate and entrancing coil of skill, but now half of it was hanging down onto the back of his neck.

“Thank you, Daniel.” If looks could kill, Samuel’s best friend would’ve dropped dead then and there.

Chuckling to himself, Daniel stood up from his seat and gently guided the prince to take his place. Sam did so without protest, collapsing into the chair as the scholar stood behind him.

“Let’s see if we can salvage this,” Daniel muttered, carefully removing the golden wreath adorning his best friend’s head. Samuel winced as a few strands of hair were pulled by the crown, but he didn’t get angry.

“This is doomed. I was not made for this. I will cause Athens’ demise,” the prince groaned, feeling as if he could cry. He was sitting forward resting his elbows on his knees before the scholar placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled him so that he was sitting upright.

“Please, calm your worries. I will be right beside you the whole time,” his best friend soothed, his fingers running through Sam’s hair helping quell some of his anxiety.

The room went silent once again as Samuel got lost in his thoughts, the gentle brush of Daniel’s fingers calming him by each passing second. This wasn’t supposed to be his job. Samuel was supposed to take on a small area to govern and otherwise just stand there and look pretty.

“Alright. It is by no means what Ronnie’s maid was able to achieve, but I believe it’s passable,” the scholar declared, a note of pride in his voice as he admired his handiwork. Hearing it brought a tiny smile to the prince’s lips.

Samuel’s crown was placed back onto his head, the leaves gouging into his skin. There was a moment where it felt as if the scholar was drinking in the prince’s appearance, documenting each detail. Samuel wrote it off as him attempting to see anything he could possibly fix that was askew. However, it was hard for him to explain the hitch in his best friend’s breath as Sam looked over his shoulder at him.

“Are you ready?”

“No,” the prince instantly admitted, his head bowing. He was by no means ready for what was to come.

Now standing in front of his best friend, the scholar held out his hand. Sam regarded it before exhaling a deep sigh and placing his hand in Daniel’s. He was pulled up from his chair rather reluctantly, Daniel patting Sam on the shoulder before dropping his hand slowly.

“Remember, I’ll be right by your side. You have nothing to fear,” Daniel reassured, opening the door for his prince.

Staring at the gaping hole of the open door, Sam steeled himself and transformed into the royal he was required to be. Setting his shoulders back, he strode out of the safety of his bedroom and into the uncertainty of the future.

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Just as had been discussed, Samuel was to meet his family in the throne room. The Spartan princess had arrived the night prior but wouldn’t be properly introduced to the prince until the next night. Walking into that symbolic room, he found comfort in the gaze of his mother. She was clothed in black, still mourning the loss of her second son weeks after she had learned of his demise.

Just as promised, Daniel stuck to his best friend’s side as he made towards the front of the room. He stood front and center, on display for their guests. Daniel was off to the side but would be directly next to the prince within a moment should he need it.

“You’re a brave boy, swan,” Samuel’s mother whispered to him after wrapping her arms around him. Swan. He hadn’t heard that nickname in some time.

Before he knew it, horns blared as the arrival of the princess and her court was announced. The sound made the prince freeze up. It was too soon. He was snapped out of his panic by a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t have to look to know it was Daniel’s.

The door burst open. Samuel’s gaze fell upon the visage of a beautiful, strong woman clad in bronze armor. He was at first taken aback by the sight of a woman in armor, but he then recalled that all Spartans were trained to be warriors regardless of their status or gender. Getting over the initial shock, Sam found himself liking the idea. He knew plenty of women who could fend for themselves and some who could even best him in sparring.

Sam just wished he knew what she thought of him.

“Princess, I thank you for making the trip,” Sam’s father greeted, taking her hand in his and placing a kiss on the back.

“I extend gratitude towards you as well for the invitation,” she responded, her eyes quickly glancing at the prince before flashing a diplomatic smile that Sam could see through.

“Allow me to introduce my son: Samuel, Prince of Athens.” All attention was shifted onto the young prince. He forced himself not to buckle under their eyes, choosing to smile rather than fidget.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, princess,” he politely greeted, mirroring his father’s action of kissing her hand. He could tell she was not pleased by his touch, her smile straining.

“I’m sure,” she replied, all but ripping her hand out of his. All of the sudden everything culminated to the surface again. It had only been a few seconds and Sam was already ruining their chance at peace.

Samuel’s ears began to ring, his heart racing inside his chest. He felt cold, his energy being drained right out of him. The only thing that was keeping him upright was his royal training. He couldn’t show vulnerability he couldn’t show vulnerability he couldn’t show vulnerability-

“Samuel?”

Ripping him out of his thoughts was the sound of his mother’s voice. He blinked, glancing around the room to see all eyes once again on him. He missed something, but what it was he wasn’t sure. They were expecting something from him.

“My apologies,” Sam instinctively uttered, his voice sounding weak and catching in his throat. It caused him to clear it, using it as a reprise to compose himself.

“You were asked if you would wish to take Princess Y/N on a stroll through the grounds,” Daniel whispered into his ear. He had to have noticed the prince’s breakdown, knowing Sam like the back of his hand.

“Of course. Princess?” He offered his arm, intending for her to loop hers through it. However, she merely glanced down at it before walking past him towards the door.

Taken off guard once again, Sam quickly glanced at Daniel in confusion before following after her. She was already out of the room, Sam having to pick up his pace in order to follow.

“Princess, wait!” he called out, finally able to catch up to her after her stride slowed.

She wore a face that was stern, no readable emotion that Sam could detect. If anything, there was an air of annoyance wafting off her as her lips held the tiniest sneer on them. In the name of diplomacy and peace, Samuel let it go. Perhaps the customs were different in Sparta.

“You are quite fast,” Sam noted, flashing what he hoped was a charming smile.

“Or you are just simply slow,” she retorted, refusing to look at him and keep her eyes forward.

The prince was at an impasse. She clearly wanted nothing to do with him but they needed to make this work in order to achieve peace. Normally, Sam knew when to take the hint and back off, but in this instance he simply couldn’t.

So, Samuel continued to attempt small talk. Each attempt was met with icy and stunted responses. After so many times, Sam snapped.

“What is your quarrel, princess?!” he demanded, halting in front of her so that she finally had to look at him. Frustratingly, she looked straight through him and refused to respond.

She had made moves to walk around him, but he stepped in front of her each time. Finally, that made her look him in the eyes.

“The whole reason you are here is that we both want peace. The least you could do is try! There are lives that depend on this matrimony; for both of our kingdoms!” His hands balled into fists at his sides. To say he was furious with her behavior was an understatement.

“You are mistaken, your majesty. You are the one who wishes for peace, not I!” She cried, a fire in her eyes that Sam could only label as hatred.

The prince stood flabbergasted. Then why was she here?? What was her motive??

“Then pray, tell! What is your business here if you do not wish to end this pointless bloodshed?!”

At his question, a cruel and bitter smile slithered across her lips. Her eyes darkened, their true nature being exposed in the moon’s light.

“I can tell why you so desperately wish for peace. A face like yours… it’s far too pretty for war.”

With that final statement, Sam watched the rival princess disappear into the shadows of his palace. He remained frozen in place, truly taken aback by her words. Sam didn’t know what to do. He was doomed.

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Sam was able to locate Daniel on his favorite balcony, his raven curls floating on the breeze of the ocean. He looked content, staring out at the darkened horizon. He smiled warmly as he turned his gaze onto his best friend approaching him.

“How did it go?” the scholar asked, his chin resting on his hand as he leaned on the railing of the balcony. Samuel picked out the stars reflecting in Daniel’s dark eyes.

“The war will continue to rage, I’m afraid,” the prince sighed, ripping his crown from his hair. Some of his strands traveled with the gold leaves, swaying in the wind.

Daniel moved over to make room for Sam to stand by his side. “Recount what transpired to me.”

Rubbing his free hand over his face, Sam pinched the bridge of his nose before launching into the events of his stroll with the Spartan princess. He explained how she was nothing but rude and stand-offish towards him despite his efforts.

“I find that usually people are quite enamored with my charm.”

Daniel let out a knowing huff of laughter, his head ducking as he smiled. Looking back out at the sea once again, the scholar tucked his curls behind his ear to show off his dangling pearl earring. “You won’t find me denying such a claim.”

The pair smiled at one another momentarily, silence befalling them companionably.

“She told me my face was ‘too pretty for war’. I believe she called me a coward,” Sam recounted, his mood turning sour.

“Pretty, you are. A coward you are not,” Daniel immediately reassured, his gaze sliding to his prince’s face once more.

The prince remained silent. He didn’t believe his best friend for a moment. There was no way around it, Samuel was a coward.

“I failed my people before I even had the chance to build confidence in them.” Samuel wasn’t a buffoon. He knew what the peasants thought of him. That’s why they were all so incredibly nervous when Jacob was sent off to the war.

“None of that, now. The princess has not yet given her answer. There is still time to turn the tides in your favor,” the scholar sagely advised. Samuel often forgot just who his best friend was - a brilliant man. It was easy when this was the man who would help him attempt to tame dangerous beasts and steal for sport.

Silence fell once again. However, there was a clear tension lacing the air that made it uncomfortable.

“Sam, hear me,” Daniel began, standing to his full height to look him in the eye, “keep your wits about you when she is near.”

Samuel absorbed his best friend’s words, turning them over in his mind to pull the meaning out of the statement.

“You believe her to be a snake?”

“I believe she has something to hide. I say this only in concern for your safety, but please do not allow my words to sway you away from peace,” the scholar extrapolated, grabbing hold of one of the prince’s hands.

Sam trusted this man with his life. Anything that made him weary was cause enough for Samuel’s concern. Squeezing his best friend’s hand, he nodded. He would take Daniel’s words to heart.

“Your majesty,” a servant called, interrupting the moment. Caught by surprise, the men dropped hands.

“Here,” the prince responded, running a hand over the front of his tunic as a spike of anxiety surged in his body. “State your business.”

“I send word from the princess. She accepts your proposal,” the servant relayed, keeping his head lowered in the presence of royalty.

I did not fail.

He couldn’t help it. Sam whipped his head towards Daniel to find that he was looking right back at him. His best friend wore an expression of triumph and pride, his smile mirroring those emotions. However, Samuel could not be fooled. There was a negative emotion buried deep beneath the positive, but he couldn’t place what it was.

“Alert the king. Request that preparations will begin at sunrise,” the prince ordered, sending away the servant. He bowed before running off to fulfill his task.

Samuel fell against the railing of the balcony, relief crashing into him like a titanic wave. He hadn’t failed after all.

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oatbugs · 1 year

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as someone who is also trying to overhaul their entire wardrobe after throwing out fast fashion pieces,, do you have any specific brands you like, advice on places to get clothes for long-term wear, etc? ty!!

thank you for asking! this is a long post but it's been my life for a bit now so i would suggest reading through it to skip the learning stages that i went through the hard way! there is some important and useful info here :) brand recs at the end

i would suggest looking for vintage or secondhand clothes first and foremost bc that's how you can find quality pieces for a reasonable price :)

if you want pure longevity, synthetics like polyester, nylon, elastane, etc will last not only your lifetime but your grandchildrens' too. they can be quite comfortable sometimes BUT:

they will likely break down in hundreds of years

they are NOT biodegradable and so will break down into microplastics and toxic microfibers

for me and a lot of others, you will notice the difference in quality in synthetics vs fabrics like cotton and virgin wool. i refuse to buy synthetics for the above reasons but also bc they just Feel Worse idk how to explain iykyk (tip especially valuable for autistic ppl)

brands: all depend on style so look for the styles you like/want to dress in on pinterest, then track down the original designer of the dress! from there you can search irl places or plug the designers into apps like:

vinted: cheaper vintage or second hand clothes from all sorts of brands

vestiare collective: more high-end, pieces are authenticated and usually in great condition

GEM: a gem of a site truly, accumulates all the finds from your search from different websites like ebay, etc

depop: honestly not the biggest fan but can be good sometimes! make sure to buy vintage/secondhand and ask sellers for the brand to not get sold an aliexpress dupe for 100 bucks

vintage shops: especially good for accessories like belts and ties. vintage shops usually have much better stuff than charity shops

kilo sales: THE BEST PLACES IRL in my opinion i got a 2k+ virgin wool coat for £20 . honestly in my experience kilo sales are great. check out Worth the Weight if you're in the UK!

remember that brand history matters! for example vivienne westwood has a great reputation as luxury punk but the pieces produced in recent years are actually very low in quality, defintely not worth the money for a lot of people! pay for quality, not just the name :) same goes for jean paul gaultier's recent pieces imo.

additional VERY USEFUL tips:

the standard zipper used by most of the companies making your garments is YKK. if you look at any zipper you're wearing rn and inspect it closely chances are you'll see YKK engraved on it. before buying a piece check that it has opti or riri zippers - this is some indication of a higher quality

one of the first things to do before buying a piece is to immediately check the materials it's made of!! the tag detailing materials is usually towards the bottom of the garment . i immediately dismiss things that have higher than 5% synthetics but i'm just rly picky w materials

EACH MATERIAL HAS DIFFERENT USES !!! BUT GENERALLY: virign wool is the best kind of wool, full-grain leather is better than most other kinds of leather, mulberry silk is better than other kinds of silk

brand recs:

yohji yamamoto, yehufan (i own a skirt by him!!), marina eerrie, ann demeulemeester, jw anderson, solovair for shoes (much better than docs), maison (martin) margiela (esp artisanal line 0), miu miu (i wear their beret i thrifted for £15 almost every day), valentino esp pre 2021 , lemaine , undercover older pieces , early raf simons , ...honestly there's a lot, if you need more send another ask or DM :)

p.s. if u can go runway shows etc go to the sample sales afterwards sometimes the pieces there are gorgeous !! but sometimes v pricey :')

all recommendations and advice, don't take my word as gospel and defintely do your own research + formulate ur own opinions ! hope this helps ♡

#alternatively take a flight to sweden and a train to malmö and go to the cute vintage stores there #asks #anon #fashion

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onceuponanaromantic · 8 months

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(Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt: FFF218 How Do You Use It? This isn't related to anything I'm working on but enjoy!)

It wasn’t much, but it had been her mother’s.

Maybe that’s what made it hurt all the more.

She lets her face press to the cold stone of the bridge, trying to ease the ache of her heavy heart. It shouldn’t matter that she had hand sewn every one of the beads onto the bodice, that she had embroidered every stitch into the skirt by candlelight, that she had never worn it until today. She had stayed up late, squinting by the weak glow of the candlelight, eyes burning and fingers bleeding from where she had pricked them trembling with exhaustion, trying to finish the alterations in time.

All she had wanted was one night. One moment to remember what she had used to be, what her mother had wished for her.

The gash in the skirt bleeds where the ink pot was thrown at her. Where she rubs her fingers on it, they still come away black, instead of the blood red it looks under the moonlight. She feels the last sob escape her, bubbling through her throat.

She is no scholar to win her freedom by sneaking out to take the Civil Service exam as Shen Xiumin did. She has no skill for singing, unlike Huang Meilin, to run away to the stage and hide her face behind the face paint of the opera. She is no warrior to restore her family’s honour as Hua Chenyi did.

All she had were her hands. All she had were her eyes. The eyes that picked up the beads left behind where noblewomen dropped them from their hems, the calloused hands with unpainted nails that stitched them into the dress.

“Hush, child.” A voice emerges from behind her. “Why do you cry?”

She turns, bowing to the fox emerging from the undergrowth, her seven tails swishing. “Lady Fox.”

The fox’s fathomless eyes dart to the dress. “I see, the Prince will choose a bride tonight at the masquerade, won’t he? He will choose based on the dress.”

She could not admit that all she had wanted was a single night. She was no great beauty, but she had her skill.

“You have always been kind to the water spirits and the forest sprites. I will reward you now.”

The dress lifts into the air as she gazes upon it. The jacket lifts, the skirt puffs outwards before narrowing. When it descends, it is as soft as the mulberry silk only palace nobles could afford, the expensive deep green dye covered with intricate silver and gold where her own once laid.

And it looks nothing like her mother’s dress.

“Put it on. It will return to its former state by the hour of the tiger, but you should have time for a dance.”

But even as she takes it into her hands, she finds her head shaking. “Noble Lady Fox, I cannot accept your gift. For this was my mother’s and it would be a disservice to both of us to wear the dress as it is.” She swallows. “I am sorry, Noble Lady Fox, I am honoured but I still have my pride. I cannot accept this. I cannot wear it to the ball.”

The fox gazes at her, her dark eyes inscrutable. “Is that your final answer?”

She nods. “Then very well.”

The dress disappears from her hands altogether and when she looks up from the ground, the fox is gone too.

She swallows past the bitterness suddenly in her throat, for she knows better than to demand her dress back.

Days pass, and the prince announces his bride. She watches as the noblewoman steps up beside him, her hand dainty and soft, her nails painted elegantly, her face powdered and her lips as small and red as cherries. She moves on with her life, until one day, a courtier comes knocking at her door.

“Are you Xiu Yanli?” The courtier asks, her eyes squinting to read the characters. “Please come with me to the palace.”

She goes, even though the courtier doesn’t explain, not even when her stepmother demands to know where she’s going, demands that the walnuts will not shell themselves nor the tea steep itself in its pot. She goes, even though she knows she will never be able to come back after this.

All she had left that meant anything was the dress anyway, and that was taken from her too.

She stiffens as they reach the palace, but relaxes as they go around to the back. Then, she stiffens again, as she is led through a corridor opulent with gold dragons on the windows and through staircases with deep walnut wood engravings in them. Only the emperor is allowed gold dragons.

But she doesn’t say anything as she is led into a room. She sinks to her knees, bowing fully as the new empress-to-be stands before her.

When she raises her eyes though, she cannot help but gasp.

Her dress lies beautifully against her body, exactly as it looked that night, except the gash was now a silver and gold inlay that spiralled like a cobweb and the ink stain curved into beautiful delicate patterns like a painting of lotuses and bamboo on silk.

“I am told you are the seamstress who made this?” The empress-to-be’s voice is soft and high.

“I did the alterations, your Highness. It was originally my mother’s.”

“How did you make it do that with the beading?”

She explains but after, she forces herself to speak. “How did you get it?”

The empress purses her lips, and all of a sudden, she’s reminded that the empress is younger than her. “I’m new to the palace too. Another lady ruined my original dress and I was crying, except a fox came in and offered it to me, if I would recognise the seamstress later.”

She looks shyly at her. “Would you come and be a handmaiden for me? It’s just… I need a friend. You would stay here, of course, but you can return if you want. I’m not- I don’t mean to force you.”

She bowed. She bowed deeply and gratefully, before straightening up and smiling.

“Of course. But can I have my dress back? It isn’t much, but it was my mother’s.”

#Syl's writing #flash fiction friday #fff218 how do you use it #i was thinking of writing another fairytale but inverted thing #so this is another exploration #also the names in the references to the legends are completely made up and are not actually from any legend #yes anyway i'm reading a lot of work in translation and it probably leaks through #enjoy!#also the title is a pun like mode as in fashion #but mode also as a way of doing things

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