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acourtoffeyandfables · 11 months
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5ftboy · 11 months
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happy pride month (again) from norelle blaze (& her grandson, johan)
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zegalba · 11 months
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Arne Norell: 'Ari' Lounge Chair (1966)
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eirene · 6 months
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Marilyn Ambrose as medieval bride in hooded ivory cape, over an ivory sheath dress, both by Traina-Norell.
Vogue, October 1943
Photographer: Horst P. Horst
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• Afternoon or Tea/Garden Party Dress.
Designer/Maker: Norman Norell (1900-1972) 
Date: 1949
Medium: White organdy cotton
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voguefashion · 9 months
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Linda Darnell wearing a corselet dress by Traina-Norell, photographed by John Rawlings for American Vogue, 1944.
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norel-ravenclaw · 8 months
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Mine
Sanji • One Piece
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Fandom: One Piece Live Action (OPLA)
Featured characters: Sanji
Genre: BDSM Erotica
Rating: 18+
Word count: 1900
Description: Requested by @kellerific93 … Dating Sanji has been a whirlwind romance. But now that you’ve been together for a while, he wants to introduce you to… new pleasures.
(I’ve only ever seen the live action One Piece, none of the anime or manga sorry!)
WARNINGS: | mxw | bdsm | collaring | light choking | begging | praise and reassurance, pet names | all the normal sex stuff | unsafe sex | not proofread |
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“Finally, a break!” Sanji tosses our bags by the door of the lovely seaside cottage we’ve rented for the weekend.
The other strawhats are spending time in town, but we decided to spend some… quality time together.
And… something new.
As soon as the door is closed behind me, Sanji pushes me up against it.
“Oh!” I squirm against his much larger body as he presses himself fully against me.
He smirks down at me, leaning in close. One hand unbuttons his suit jacket. “Are you ready for this?”
I nod, my heart racing. “Y-yes sir.”
That’s all it takes to spark the flame in his eyes. “Good girl.” He strokes my hair and cheek tenderly, whispering, “I promise I’ll take good care of you. I won’t hurt you. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”
“…Mhm.”
“Remember the safe word?”
I chuckle. “Oregano.”
“Good girl.” He starts kissing down my neck as he unbuttons my shirt. “Tell me at any time to stop, and we can just do what we always do, alright darling?”
“Mhm.”
He roughly grabs my wrists and pins them against the door. “What was that? You will call me sir or master. Understood?”
“Ah!” His expression is dark and hungry like I’ve never seen. I see why he wanted me to try this with him. As much as we love each other, gentle lovemaking will never quite satisfy all of him. I agreed because, somehow, I wonder if I need the same thing.
He needs to dominate and be rough, and I need to finally listen to the secret urges within me - the need to surrender, to be forced and controlled.
“Yes master.”
He purrs, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss as he rips open my shirt and squeezes my breast. I’m not wearing a bra today, as he requested. His tongue pushes inside my mouth, stealing my breath.
I arch against him as he shoves a deliciously muscular thigh between my legs, forcing me to grind against him.
“Mmph! San- Ah! M-master!”
He briefly breaks the kiss, the air electric between us as he looks into my eyes, both of us already breathing hard.
“Keep your hands there,” he orders. Lunging in again, he kisses down my throat, impatiently pulling my pants down. His tongue and lips follow downwards between my breasts and lower as he kneels to pull my shoes and pants off.
They’re tossed aside carelessly, and his large hands rub up my thighs and hips, squeezing and massaging. Blonde hair tickles my chin as he stands.
I gasp as he roughly pushes my shirt off my shoulders. He throws it aside along with his jacket.
His eyes lock onto mine as he unbuckles his belt, slowing a little as he approaches again, taking my wrists and binding them with it.
“How’s this, hm? Gonna be a good girl for me and let me make you my captive?” His lips ghost over my ear, making me shiver. “I am a pirate after all. You’re my treasure.”
I swallow hard and nod. “Yes sir.”
Again his lips are on mine, and suddenly he’s throwing me over his shoulder. He carries me to the bedroom, and I catch only a glimpse of the phenomenal view upside down before being thrown down on the bed.
He kicks off his shoes, never breaking eye contact as he tugs off his tie and unbuttons his shirt. Those predatory eyes watch every movement, every change in my expression as he crawls onto the bed.
Giving in to instinct, as he had encouraged before, I back away from him. He smirks dangerously.
“Trying to run? How cute.”
He moves up to straddle my hips and makes a show of taking off his shirt, filling my view with his broad shoulders. Out of his pocket, he takes out an object I’ve seen before.
Sanji used it to propose this whole… game.
A collar.
We picked it out together in a red light district market. The sight of it makes my heart race even more.
In contrast to his domineering and rough treatment thus far, his touch is gentle, tender, as he brushes my hair aside enough to slip the collar around my neck.
Voice raspy and low, he hums in approval. “Gods you’re so pretty, kitten. Look at you.” He ties a thin ribbon to the collar ring, and gives it a tug. “All mine to do with as I please. Surrender to me completely.”
I mewl as he tugs me up for a kiss. Wrapping the leash around his fist, he uses his other hand to take off his pants. Little sounds come between us as I’m pulled about.
Then his hand is snaking up my thigh to pull down my panties. At last I am completely bare beneath him.
Sanji sucks in a breath. “…Fuck.”
Leaning down, his tongue latches onto my nipple.
“Ah! Master…!” I squirm as he touches and kisses me. He knows all my soft spots.
“Stop moving,” he orders. “If you don’t, I’ll just take you here and now.”
Keening under his ministrations, I desperately try to keep still. My body jerks and shudders with every touch, every hot breath, every brush of his hair against my skin.
“Such a naughty little pet, aren’t you?”
I whine, shrinking back. “I-I’m sorry, sir. Please don’t punish me. I’m trying to be good for you…”
Sanji bites his lip. “I know you are, darling. But you need better training, don’t you?”
I nod. He grins, finally taking off his underwear. Already hard and leaking pre, I can see exactly how much he’s getting off on this.
A gasp is ripped from me as he tugs on the leash. “I suppose since you’re just getting started, I’ll have mercy.” His long fingers brush between my legs, dipping into my slick entrance. “So wet for me already, hm? You like being manhandled and ordered about like this, do you?”
I bite my lip and arch against his hand. “Yes sir! Ahh…!”
“Mm… That’s it. Let me hear everything. You can scream and no one will hear you here.” He smirks and flicks my nipple with his tongue. “No one will come to save you.”
Moaning as he pushes three fingers inside me, he bullies me relentlessly. Twisting, rubbing, curling inside me, he loosens me far less gently than normal. His thumb rubs circles on my throbbing clit.
He shifts, using his thick thigh to push mine apart. Moving between them, I can feel his hardness against my leg.
The sounds my body makes as he works me open grow louder, and he watches with glazed eyes as his thick fingers sink into me over and over.
“I can hardly wait to have a meal of you, kitten. But I’m starving for more after such a long trip getting here.”
He removes his fingers and holds the up to my lips. When I hesitate, he says, “Go on. Clean them for me.”
Slowly, I obey. Opening my mouth, he presses his wet fingers against my tongue. I shiver as I lick my essence off, running my tongue between his fingers and sucking.
He shudders. “I have so much to teach you, my pet. I so look forward to your training~”
Impatient and in the mood to punish, he moves over me, aligning himself with my already dripping entrance.
I hold his intense gaze, my heart pounding out of my chest as he slowly pushes himself inside me. He doesn’t give me nearly as much time today to adjust to his thick girth, but seeing my discomfort, he strokes my hair.
“So good. Taking me so well, aren’t you? I knew you could do it, kitten.” He sucks in a breath as he bottoms out, groaning loudly. “I love you so much. Fuck, so much. So good for me.”
His large body cages me in, tugging on my leash as he arches into me. Pulling back, the tight muscles try to repel him before sucking him in deeper.
We moan and keen in each other’s ears as he quickly settles into a rather desperate rhythm.
“Finally. I’ve been dying to be inside you for so long.”
I choke a little and writhe beneath him as he fucks me, my tied hands resting between us on his chest.
“M-master! Agh! Mm!”
While his pace is faster than he usually starts with, he’s not brutal in the strength behind it, allowing my body the chance to adjust a bit to the large intrusion.
The bright room is filled with all the maddening sounds of sex, and I am just losing myself to the cadence of his thrusts when he pulls out entirely.
With a sound as much of pleasure as frustration, he looks down at me, his wet cock throbbing. “I have so much planned for you, little one. I hope you’re ready.
I am left to his mercy as he manhandles me into a different position. My leg is hauled over his chest, leaving me open and dripping before he pushes back in.
Tugging the leash again, Sanji starts back up.
I moan and gasp, grasping desperately at his arm as he goes faster, pounding into me at a new angle that makes me see stars.
“S-Sanji! Ah! Master…!”
He curses under his breath. Adjusting the way his hips hit mine, his pelvis rubs against my clit enough to send me closer to the edge.
I can see through the tears pricking at my eyes enough to see his smirk. “Go on, I want you to cum for me, girl. I’m going to overstim you for the rest of the night until you’re begging me to stop.”
Suddenly his thrusts are mercilessly fast. Holding my leg against his chest, he keeps me from being able to move my hips away from the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure.
The sound of wetness and his panting is enough to propel me over the edge already.
“I’m g-going to- I’m coming!”
Looking up at his face, half hidden behind his hair, he nods. “Cum for me.”
The feeling of the collar cutting off a little of my air is a novel sensation, and I gasp and moan, surrendering to the sheer feeling of it all.
Hot pleasure seizes me as I cream all over his relentlessly thrusting cock, squeezing him so hard that he has to push a little harder to keep his tempo.
A loud moan echoes through the room along with the sound of my wetness. Sanji curses and flips me fully onto my stomach, pulling me into his lap. Hardly breaking his rhythm, he continues ruthlessly.
“Ah! W-wait!”
He chuckles darkly. “You’re mine to do with as I please, right? You’ll have to beg much, much better than that to persuade me to do anything, kitten.”
I whimper into the sheets as he leans down to pepper my trembling shoulders with kisses.
“I look forward to seeing just how much you can take, my love~ When we’re done in a bit, let’s go to the beach. I’ve always wanted to try fucking in the ocean~”
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"Mermaid" evening gown by Norman Norell, 1960, USA.
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omgthatdress · 1 year
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Traina-Norell, 1947
The Museum at FIT
Yellow means sunlight.
Central Florida Emergency Trans Care Fund
Equality Florida
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dairyfreenugget · 2 months
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My garbage son got an upgrade in the design department
ID start: A reference sheet for an anthropomorphic grapeleaf-skeletonizer moth; a slender blueish black moth with orange neck and long fur on the end of its abdomen. The text on the top right corner reads: "Norel Stillbreath. Grapeleaf-skelotenizer moth. He/him." He has his wings stylised like a cloak, with the larger part of his wings drapped over the front like a preacher's cloak. The fur on his head is brushed back with one strand falling over his oval face. He's wearing pink glasses in a golden frame, with a golden chain attached to them and wrapping around the back of the moth's neck. He also has a white mask with pink lenses built into the eye holes as an alternate facewear. His left eye is pinkish orange, his right eye is white and drooping and covered in a black scar. End ID.
ID start: The same moth as in the previous picture, but without the wings, better showing off his slender frame and fluffy fur covering his body. End ID.
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gogmstuff · 3 months
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1908 (May issue) Les Modes - Robe du soir par Lachatroulle - photo by Félix. From gallica.bnf.fr; fixed flaws & spots w Pshop 1413X1994.
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chicinsilk · 1 month
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US Vogue May 1959
Sara Thom wears a beige silk tussah sheath. By Traina-Norell. Necklace; Marvella, gloves; Dawnelle.
Sara Thom porte une gaine en tussah en soie beige. Par Traina-Norell. Collier; Marvella, gants; Dawnelle.
Photo William Bell vogue archive
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cheri-translates · 1 year
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[Art] Messages of Love
Original artist: norelle-n
Source ll Permission ll Sub-masterlist
🍒 Please do not repost! 🍒
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islandoforder · 11 months
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bringing in norelle blaze is so sweet what a lovely way to honour both their improv and also drag culture i weep
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• Woman's Dress and Jacket.
Designer/Maker: Norman Norell (United States, 1900-1972)
Date: ca. 1964
Medium: Wool and cashmere suit; wool jersey bodice.
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kitsunetsuki · 1 year
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Richard Avedon - Suzy Parker Wearing a Dress by Traina-Norell (Harper's Bazaar 1957)
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