#split midi

[shopwitchvamp]

Today's restock is live now!

This will be the last one for a while!! Next week, March Preorders will start on 3/21 & then run until 3/26. Shortly after that we'll be closing the shop for a break (exact dates TBD. I'll announce it soon tho)

Also! Last call for these maxis with a hem border color. We've got 1 A Size each for Mage & Wizard, and 1 D Size for Sorcerer. In the future these maxis will just have the all-over pattern without the edge color. 🖤witchvamp.com🖤

#witch vamp #restock #vampire night joggers #split midi #tarot crop top #jealous flame skater #red plaid joggers #vampire #black and white #black and green #flame #fire #red plaid #queen of wands #queen of wands reversed #tarot #wizard #maxi skirt #skater skirt #midi skirt #joggers #crop top #fashion #indie fashion #alt fashion #goth #gothic #mall goth #casual goth #aesthetic

[stylo-999]

thinking about how the enforcement of copyright law basically killed the entire genre of sample based hip hop... someone should write a post about this

#in the old days when no one 'respectable' paid attention to hip hop #you could sample left and right and not get sued #nowadays that hip hop is big it's basically cost prohibitive to release a sample based album #because not only do you have to get sample pre-clearance or risk getting sued #(which increases red tape reducing the amount of samples ppl use for bureaucracy reasons) #(as opposed to the heyday of sampling where dudes sampled 10s or 100s of records on an album) #not only pre-clearance but your actual revenues end up getting split a million ways #if you sample a vocalist not only does that vocalist get paid off you but EVERY artist on the track gets paid #and every producer mixing engineer etc even if you only sampled 2 seconds #(as I understand it anyway) #the costs add up quick. #so now everyone does tinky tink on midi keyboards (or actual instruments if you're lucky) #a nice side effect is the return of jazz hop w guys like Thundercat etc #anyway.

[kimludcom]

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[glitch-e-rat]

#midi #splits tag #blu tag #there's a REASON my alien pick for blu was a chua #many reasons actually #:3ccccc #Youtube

[1800titz]

The vacay piece I teased ages ago. One night stand :D

CONTENT/WARNINGS: p-in-v, oral, brief size kink (if you squint), praise kink, this one’s p vanilla.

WC: 2.5K

It starts like this:

A bohemian beach with a high riding tide, where ripples surge and flood the shore. Sand tears from its home, coasting the verge in the breeze like a fog under the overcast, and when the clouds split open, the rays hug her skin. 

She’s sprawled over a chaise lounge in a little red thing that’s all skimp and no cover besides the intimates. When she rolls onto her side and tips to her tummy, he eyes the flash of skin behind dark tint. His arms brace over the porcelain border of the pool that overlooks the beach up ahead — he’s watchful from a distance. Someone swims up to the bar behind him. Chlorine laps at his back, teeming over the grout between the tiles as he wraps his lips over a straw and nurses something cobalt and strong.

By the time he culls a second one, she’s up, all glistening skin in the sunshine, hips swaying as her toes make doughy prints in the sand. She trails to the sea, and the ocean eats her until she’s just a little silhouette in front of his sunglasses with water-slicked hair and lines that cinch and swell in all the right places. 

He sees her like that, outlying his bubble, in brief pieces like the flashes of skin. Fragments in the horizon, like the border of a stranger’s leg in the background of a photograph. He sees her in slivers where eyes interlock from across the room and linger. This bohemian summer is painted in teal, and it’s waves swathing the coast, warm skin coated in cocoa butter. 

It ends on a night where the teal metamorphose indigo, and then nearly denim, with orange on cords, glinting like miniaturized, splintered orbs of the sun have been caught to glare forever on strings in the night. Harry sees her through that indigo, this stranger’s bare leg waltzing in the depths of his touristy snapshot, mingling in the dancing horde. He trails closer, shouldering through the throng and squeezing through in polite gaps, and she twists like it’s fate — just enough to smuggle a glimpse in her peripherals. 

Eventually, Harry leans in to murmur, “What are you drinking?”

The plush of his mouth ghosts over the cartilage there, and his cadence smooths over like honey, low and deep over the pounding bass of the music. Waned tobacco and spice; a warm, pleasant musk in the flurry of scents. 

She doesn’t immediately respond, observant like she’s weighing whether the invitation is worth entertaining. It only takes a second. Then, there’s a hand over his pec, like she’s already made friends with the filth of his intentions. His red-lycra-skimp mystique rolls up on her toes. 

Harry twists his head just enough for her to respond, “It’s a Blue Lagoon.” 

Saccharine — rich and lux and smooth, something that has her skin glowy and sweeps up her throat, tucks behind her ear, enough so that the scent billows off with the motion of her hair as she flips it over her shoulder. 

Harry casts his gaze to the drink. A red straw is tucked into the ice, and the only remnants of the beverage mingle at the bottom. The ice shimmers in faded teal, much like water sloshing over the flat tides. Her fingers cradle over the cup, and that’s where soft, thin lines of gold coil. Despite the broad array, there’s no wedding band. 

“Can I grab you another?” 

That’s when she does the thing; this patently flirtatious, brazenly get-under-my-crocheted-midi-skirt sort of thing, lashes coy in their sweep and eyes innocuous as the tips of her manicured fingers pinch at the straw and siphon it to her mouth. There’s an elegant presentation to the polish — neat, short lines with a nude base and a white tip. 

The remnants of the beverage vanish until all that’s left is crushed ice painted with blue curaçao. Harry watches the straw. He watches her lips, the way they unlatch and the way the pink tip of her tongue offers a glimpse before it hides away behind her front teeth. 

When she pulls the drink away, she tips her head — an inclination for his ear again — and when he ducks his chin for her answer, she tells him, “Can you make it worth my time?” 

A tongue swipes — his — like it’s already hungry and yearning. Dimples form beside the curling edges of a mouth after the pink muscle retreats. Home in its hungry cavern; limitlessly craving. He doesn’t bother going for her ear again, instead opting to fix eyes that have wandered, all week, onto her face. Definitive, close. Mesh of saccharine and spice. 

“I’ll make it worth your time,” Harry assures. 

His eyes are virid, even in the indigo, under all the miniature suns as the lanterns throw them back into a roll of blue — it climbs over the crowd and seeps with the music. They’re virid and intent. They’re virid, and there’s something lewd that dances in the mottled talc. 

She watches him. A set of eyes flits to his mouth and stays, brief like a fragment. She nudges the cup — the fragment splinters and fades — extending it against his chest until he raises his hand and his ring clad digits curl over it slowly, wet with condensation. 

“Blue Lagoon,” sweet mystique reminds him, a little curl to her mouth. 

Harry heads to the bar. He orders a Blue Lagoon and refreshes his tequila. Double. He winds through the half-clad crowd, prodding and slipping through sweat-slicked bodies until he finds her again. 

He makes it worth her while when they’re dancing, when her arms are slung over his shoulders and the tips of her fingers graze at the little curls at his nape, like an intimacy beyond a summer fling, or maybe like a restless hunger — its touches only test the waters with dips of toes under lapping ripples. He makes it worth her while when his hand cups the meat of her hip, and she tips her head up for their mouths to meet, when their dancing slows and the kiss turns feverish, cushiony mouths teasing at the seams until they split. 

He makes it worth her time when they make the stroll back to his room, heels clicking over tile and bouncing off from lofty wall to lofty wall, a good bit of distance between them strictly for the sake of avoiding shagging in the middle of a hallway. He makes it worth her while when he braces his wrist band to the lock over the door, when she’s leant against the wall with her irises lingering on him and her lashes batting coyly. She’s well-behaved, hands tucked behind her back like a combat to handsy temptation. 

It’s a different story behind the door. 

He makes it worth her while when her fingers toy at her crocheted halter, index perusing at the fabric below cleavage and brushing over chalky yarn. He makes it worth her time when he steps into her space all slow-like, face tipped down and the pink below his cupid’s bow worked into a soft curve, lengthy, deft digits working over the buttons of his shirt. An untamed tendril teases over one of his brows. Her hands meander from fondling at her own tits, at rogue pieces of yarn in the stitches, to straying up his ink-etched forearms. That’s when he lets her take over the work, when his arms snake over the vale of her waist. When his colossal hands cup lower, when he nudges forward and their mouths brush again. He licks into her mouth and rolls into the gap between her teeth.

Filthy kisses are shrouded behind closed doors, even in the easy ambience of a resort. Furlough on the greedy pursuit of pleasure, on some secluded island with crystalline waters, plus tequila — that’s practically a petri dish for hook up culture. But filthy kisses are saved for the bedroom, and there it’s taste buds doused in citrus limon and gray goose, a tip of a tongue swiping along a row of teeth, basking in the ridges. 

“What do you like, little minx?” Harry murmurs. He climbs the column of her throat with the ruddy border of a hungry cavern, and her pulse murmurs back under his mouth. “Hm?” 

The blunt tip of his forefinger traces her collarbone, follows a line of cleavage, toys at the cinch in her top; unravels her. It splits down the center, and the straps follow limply down her shoulders. Harry pinches a nipple and scrapes his teeth over her neck, humming again. 

Behind closed doors, his red-lycra-mystique (bare, her tits are bare now, in the backdrop of his picture) gets denuded to flesh when she shimmies the dress down her hips. He helps her and then tears his own shirt over his head. It’s hasty, like disrobing takes too much time from a place where time moves slower, riding the water in leisure. Harry still doesn’t know her name, and she slips to her knees, batting her lashes, and takes his buckle apart like unslotting puts the last of the puzzle pieces together. 

When her tongue rides under the ridge of his tip, delving and dragging over the prominent vein jutting on the underside of his shaft, he cranes his neck back and makes a sound like she’s torn into his chest with the tips of her french-polished manicure. He punctuates every pornographic, wet sound with dialogue.

“Christ, you’re a dream.” 

“Fuck, you’re pretty with cock in your mouth.” 

“Yeah, that’s it, just like that, sweetheart.” 

“—Y/N,” red-lycra-mystique supplies, gaze bouncing from the twist of her wrists at his base to his face, and then sweeps his bubbling head over her bottom lip and swallows him down halfway. 

“Y/N,” Harry mirrors, tone bathed in the same sweetness she radiates at his feet. 

And then she trails the very tips of her blunt nails up his sac, and the shiver that rolls up his spine short-circuits every feasible attempt of formulating something in english. Just… gone. Something splinters. 

Harry doesn’t cum all over her tongue, despite the pretty mental image he’d cherish of Y/N on her knees with ribbons of silky white coating the insides of her mouth. He thinks about the way he’d dip the pad of his thumb against her tongue, the way he’d stir and scrub it in. He thinks about her lips latching and her cheeks hollowing. 

He’s got immense willpower, particularly when she takes him all the way down until her nose nearly brushes the neatly-trimmed tuft of hair the tributary of his happy trail pools into. Because then, she pulls off, chin sloppy with saliva, mouth wide, and stares up at him with this wickedly indelicate curl to the corners of her mouth as she gasps in breaths. Like she wants him to. 

Instead, they make it to the bed. He splits her thighs with his palms and spits where she’s puffy and warm, leaky with longing, toying at the seam of her hole with his digits. Smooths the wetness with his thumb when he tucks two fingers in and laves his tongue at the crease between her inner thigh and her cunt. He bumps her clit with the tip and rolls, and her spine arches like the highest point of her torso peaks at the clouds of nirvana. 

“You’re a good girl,” Harry tells her, and his voice is so soft, like he’s reassuring an animal that’s backed itself into a corner, “Want you to drench my face.” 

And she does, because when he holds a placid, unwavering hand out and talks her so sweetly, lips suckling in a vacuumed ‘o’ between her thighs, what can she do besides roll her hips against his mouth in little, desperate juts, face creased before bliss spumes through every major artery.

When Harry sits back, his chin is sticky, glinting in the buttery cast of the lanterns drilled into the ceiling. He kisses her again until her jaw is stained with her own slick, and despite the entire basis of a one night stand, his tongue meddles into her mouth with the same passion of a man carving a piece of her open. A cozy lacuna just for him in the depths of her chest, something that’ll linger and yearn. A hungry chasm that’ll grumble when her cunt pulses — when he’s not there to fill it. She’ll think of him; a stranger’s leg flitting like a passing speck in the background of her photograph. 

Y/N’s cunt hugs him like it can’t get enough. 

Eventually. 

Because at first, it’s: too big, won’t fit, pleated brows when he’d split her spongy walls apart on the latex-coated tip, stretching to tuck in and hovering to imbibe in miniature ticks of her expression. A twitch in her lashes, a shift in the line of her mouth, a little swallow bobbing down the column of her throat. 

“You’re a good girl,” he’d crooned, smoothing a thumb over a rib and then her clit, just to see her squirm more over his cock. 

Eventually, she clambers over his lap, planting her palms back over inky, firm muscle. It’s leverage as she bounces to fill that starving cavity — the one he’d drilled with his tongue, like the shape of him can fill every square inch of space before they never see each other again. Hungry, hungry, hungry. 

“Come on, baby, come on,” Harry coaxes, a low groan mottled with breathy pants, “—Shit.” 

Momentarily, he pauses the guiding grasp he’s got over her hips to drag the pad of his thumb over his tongue lewdly, smearing spit over the digit and swiping circles over her clit, instead. In response, the rolling pace Y/N has set stutters, knees jolting, and her mussed hair spills off her shoulder as she cranes her neck back. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

“Yes, yes, yes—“

His eyes flit from her cunt to the ethereal line of her neck, the borders of her shoulders, the shape of her tits bouncing. 

Ultimately, of course, his gaze winds back down to ogle where they connect, because that’s the view — that’s where she swallows his cock, thighs splayed and trembling, gliding from the tip until about midway before rising and repeating the cycle. Rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat. He draws his thumb lower, lets it meddle where they merge, where her hole flutters and rolls over him, gleaning the sticky arousal that coats his shaft and bringing the pad of it back to her clit. His eyes linger. Flicker up. Return to watch her ride and nearly roll back into his head. 

He’s carved the void, and later, when she tips forward and her nails scrape over his pecs, feral, she whittles her own. Later, the space between his thighs aches and heats. Something pulses on the underside of his balls. It yearns for blue curaçao, pellucid, crashing waters, and a skimpy red bikini. 

#harry smut #harry styles smut #harry styles dirty one shot #harry styles writing #harry styles one shots #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader

[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: Fall Wardrobe Essentials

Staple Tees:

**Purchase in Modal, Pima cotton, or a cotton-cashmere blend**

Fitted crewneck tees (long-sleeves/tees & tanks for layering)

Relaxed fit long-sleeve tees

Turtleneck long-sleeve top (fitted & relaxed fit options)

Contour bodysuits

Blouses/Shirting:

Silk button-down blouse

Cotton button-down blouse

Silk shell top/t-shirts/camis (for layering)

Sculpt knit top(s)

Self-tie wrap blouse

Shirred boatneck, mock neck, or cowlneck silk blouse(s)

Leather button-down

Knitwear:

Thin cashmere/wool crewneck sweater (fitted/relaxed fit)

Thin cashmere/wool turtleneck sweater

Chunky relaxed-fit cable knit sweater

Knit polo-neck sweater

Cashmere sweater vest (crewneck, v-neck, and/or turtleneck)

Mockneck cashmere/wool sweater

Cashmere long-sleeve sweater dress

Cashmere/knit skirt (mini, midi, or maxi - depending on your personal preferences)

Sophisticated coordinating knit set (top/pants or skirt of your choice)

Casual knit set (top/pullover and relaxed fit pants)

Cashmere cardigan

Cable knit cardigan (doubles as a light jacket)

Bottoms:

Black straight-leg jeans

Black bootcut/flared jeans

Black straight/bootcut trousers

Wide-leg trousers (I love a solid black, black pinstripe, and black with lace-up detail selection)

High-waisted leather pants

Split hem trousers

Stretch jersey/cashmere pants (straight-leg or flared)

Quilted leather/tweed mini skirt

Knit/wool mini and/pencil skirt

Leather skirt (mini or midi)

Silk midi skirt

Dresses/Jumpsuits:

Knit/sweater dress

Little black dress (shift dress/A-line cuts are great)

Blazer dress/jumpsuit

Slip dress (for layering)

Minimal black jumpsuit ("LBJ")

Leather and/or denim dress or jumpsuit

Jackets & Outerwear:

Black tailored blazer

Leather blazer

Tweed jacket

Trench coat

Leather moto/cropped/bomber jacket

Black wool coat

Raincoat ( I like Rains for high-quality options on the affordable side that are still built to last for several seasons)

Statement jacket/coat

Footwear:

Sleek flat/low-heel black boots with a pointed-toe or square-toe silhouette (I love Vagabond, Jeffrey Campbell, Vince Camuto, and Sam Edelman for more affordable, high-quality options)

Black loafers/sleek black flats

Black lace-up boots

Black heeled boots

Black pumps

White sneakers

Rain boots (I recommend the Melissa Shoes Welly/Grip/Step boots or a stylish, sustainable, and more affordable option)

Accessories:

White/black ankle & crew socks

Black control top tights

High-waisted shapewear shorts

Chunky/small chain necklaces & bracelets

Simple pendant necklace(s)

Pearl necklace

Simple diamond studs

Crystal drop earrings

Minimalist bangles

Stackable rings

A sleek, minimalist black tote (can fit a laptop for work/travel)

Black shoulder bag

Small black bag (top handle, crossbody, etc.)

Statement bag/evening bag

Cashmere scarf

Silk/decorative scarf

Fingerless/touch-screen friendly, lightweight gloves

Lingerie/Loungewear:

Seamless bra/underwear

Lace bra/underwear

Matching pullover cotton sweatshirt/sweatpants

Knit or jersey cotton top/lounge pants set

Luxurious pajama set (silk, Tencel, cashmere, etc.)

A to-die-for piece of lingerie like a lace slip/silk teddy

Silk or cozy robe

Cozy open-back slippers

#fashion advice #capsule wardrobe #wardrobe staples #custom wardrobe #personal style #personal branding #wardrobe design #style advice #style tips #fashion trends #outfit inspiration #styling tips #fashion education #fashion editorial #outfit ideas #black outfit #fall outfits #fall wardrobe #femme fatale #it girl #self concept #glow up tips #femme fetale aesthetic #femmefatalevibe

[lazyeyelids]

Thanks to all cc creators

-New meshes

-All LODs

-Custom normal and shadow map

-HQ compabitible

Download : Boosty || Patreon 

Simsfinds : Light puff sleeve dress || Split midi dress

#ts4cc #ts4 #the sims 4 #s4cc #ts4ccfinds #the sims 4 cc #ts4alpha #ts4 alpha cc #ts4 lazyeyelids #ts4dress

[ginariima]

Chimata is pretty neat :) SO I just want to talk about Chimata for a lil bit because I think she's pretty cool. First off is her design, it's a rainbow design which most of time can look really ugly. Due to a lack of color consistency making it really hard to focus on the character. However, Chimata's design circumvents this by using colors' natural values.

Some colors are just naturally darker (or have lower values) than other colors. Chimata's design uses these natural values. Just in case if you're a bit confused, I have all the colors all the way to the top right, yet, some of them are still darker.

Our eyes naturally tend to look at what is the lightest. In this case, you're going to look at Chimata's center, her face and her white coat. Then they're going to travel downwards to the yellow, portion, then to the blue/green, then to the purple. Then again from chimata's center, your eyes travel to the orange, and then to the red of her arms.

This is such a clever way to do a rainbow design and I love it so much cause of that. It might still look off to some people though because of the really high saturation, which is why some artists desaturate her colors just a teensy bit. Ok now i wanna talk about her theme, "Where is that Bustling Marketplace Now ~ Immemorial Marketeers", specifically the Rainbow-Colored Septentrion version of the theme. Unlike most Touhou final boss themes, these theme feels desperate and powerless. The closest theme that I think gets to the feeling of desperation this theme has is Sukuna's theme with it's final part. Zun described the song as being split into two halfs, a 'wailing' section and a 'upbeat' section. The trumpets that appear 50 seconds into the song which really emphasizes that wailing part, they're slow and completely cut off the climax that the song was building up to at that point. Then once more, it builds tension up and up again, but once more it fails to capitalize on it and goes into THE BELL SECTION (my fav part !) A calm before the storm before the actual climax with a cool fast piano! This part always feels like a last resort, I know to many it sounds upbeat but to me it always sounded desperate. It has barely any long notes, and is a super frantic. The melody also has this funky lil shape I like Picture from chronondecay's transcription of Chimata's theme

The melody is constantly going up and down in fast sucession. The stops within it, especially with the zunpets, feel like gasps of air to just barely continue. Until it falls down again into a repeating zunpet part that sounds like it's trying to recapture the feeling of the previous section, but just can't. That thing this song does, of rising to a climax that just doesn't come is so cool in my opinion. It feels so desperate and confused as to the direction of where it has to go. Showing Chimata's feelings during the incident where she is completely at a disadvantage due to the pandemic of the outside world, and being a newcomer to Gensokyo. She's trying to survive, but doesn't know how to go about it. Well thats my best try at an analysis of a song 😎 since my knowledge of music just comes from looking at midis lol. I'd like to talk about some of her story stuff too, like the incident and her relationship with Megumu that get's explored in Lotus Eaters but I AM TIRED. Instead of doing my homework thats due in 5 hours I did this for like an hour so I'mma stop for now. Hope you all like Chimata a bit more!

#touhou #touhou project #東方 #東方project #東方イラスト #myart #touhou18 #unconnected marketeers #chimata tenkyuu #she's really cool trust me.

[shopwitchvamp]

This week's restock preview is up now!

This Thursday we'll have a handful of designs with full restocks, plus 1 single skirt each of remaining Wizard/Mage/Sorcerer Maxis with hem border. (Future batches of wizard etc. maxis will not have a border color at the bottom, just the all-over pattern) Going live 3/14 at 5pm CT! 🖤witchvamp.com🖤

#witch vamp #restock #preview #shop update #announcement #update #3/14 #fashion #skirts #jealous flame #vampire night #split midi #wizard #mage #sorcerer #red plaid #grey #skater skirt #midi skirt #maxi skirt #joggers #skirts with pockets #vampire #artists on tumblr #small business #coming soon

[driftwoodthrone]

COMPLIMENTARY COSTUME DESIGN | RHANEYS & CORLYS

Temime designated blue as the dominant color for House Velaryon, to symbolize the sea, though many of Corlys’ costumes also featured refined fabrics in a sand-and-gold palette. Although he’s a powerfully proud man who wields great influence, Corlys’s overall silhouette was softer than the looks Temime created for Viserys, Daemon, and Otto Hightower. Depending on the occasion, Rhaenys wears either the blue and ochre of her husband’s house or traditional Targaryen black and red—sometimes complementing Corlys’ attire, while emphasizing her independence on other occasions. For the Great Council scene, which takes place at Harrenhal at the start of the series, Temime designed a striking dark-red gown with black accents trimmed in gold that became one of Rhaenys’s most regal and refined looks— she arrives to Harrenhal dressed as though she is already the queen of the Seven Kingdoms. By contrast, in the final episode, when she travels to Dragonstone to alert Rhaenyra that she’s been betrayed by the Hightowers, Rhaenys is clad entirely in black, wearing a streamlined look pairing a long-sleeved jacket and a midi-length split skirt that recalls the male styles Temime developed for the show.

COSTUME DESIGNER, JANY TEMIME

— INSIDE THE CREATION OF A TARGARYEN DYNASTY, GINA MCINTYRE

#hotdedit #rhaenys x corlys #gameofthronesdaily #rhaenys targaryen #corlys velaryon #eve best #steve toussaint #hotdcentral #dailyhotdgifs #targaryensource #they were committed to serving Looks #* #*hotd #the matchy pjs was too sad i REFUSE #hotd #house of the dragon #team blue >>>

[aniharas]

𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 | 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦

pairing: anakin skywalker x padawan!fem!reader

summary: tensions between you and anakin boil to an all-time high as you confront him for his unfairness.

warnings: implied sexual content, miscommunication, angst, hurt/comfort

wc: 6.6+ split into three parts

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

a/n: inspired by blouse by clairo!

When you heard the unsteady, distressed banging on your dormitory door, it wasn't a surprise to you. You didn't need to be Force-sensitive with over 20,000 midi-chlorians to know they were coming. Anyone with ears could hear the scrambling from a mile away. Eyes red from your on-and-off sobbing sessions, you kept your head low as you heaved yourself up from your bed. God, I hope it's Ahsoka.

When you reluctantly pulled open your door and revealed Anakin, you found yourself surprised. For the first time, meeting him alone at your dormitory was not something you were sure you wanted. Seeing him made you conflicted throughout your whole body, mind screaming at you to shut him out. You wanted to scream about how much you hated him for what he did, about how unfair he was being, but your legs nearly betrayed you as they longed to gravitate towards him. The longer you laid your eyes on him, his disheveled hair, the sheen of sweat that collected on his neck, his furrowed brow, the way his shoulders heaved up and down with each breath...

"(Y/N)," his low, authoritative voice cut through your very obvious ogling. You squeezed your eyes shut, rubbing your temples as you willed yourself to speak up.

"Ani-" you paused, wincing once you realized you called him that. "Anakin, please just go. You've been so...unfair to me."

You watched his reaction, watching the way his shoulders drop in dejection in response. His eyes, murky with deep thought, fell to the floor as he seemed to ponder. Suddenly, without permission, he barged into your room and shut the door, stationing himself in front of it.

After the physical exhaustion from Kamino and the mental and emotional exhaustion from your situation with Anakin, you couldn't bring yourself to make him leave. You couldn't even decide if you wanted him there or not. Thinking about everything made your head pound like millions of tribal drums were rattling around in there. You took a seat to compose yourself, burying your face in the palms of your hand as if it could help.

The familiar feeling of the bed shifting next to you sent a chill down your spine, the feeling only becoming more intensifying as you felt his hand rest upon your back, his other hand pulling your hands away from your face. He then replaced the absence of your hands with his own, cradling your cheek in a gentle caress. Glancing over at him, his ever-so-readable eyes showed worry. He seemed remorseful.

Somehow, that made you feel angrier. You almost reveled in his shock as you tore away from his touch and stood, disgusted with how it was so easy for him to sway you. "Why do you pretend that you care? You act like this in private, but outside you can't even look at me! What is it, Skywalker?!" You yelled, voice unsteady from the constant verge of crying threatening every word.

Anakin was just as frustrated as you. He shook his head in disbelief, taking his turn to place his face in his hands before turning to look up at you. You hated how hot he was looking up at you. "You obviously know that no one can know about us," he answered, hoping that answer would be sufficient for you.

You scoffed. "So what? Do you think a simple 'hi' or any form of acknowledgment would expose us? What's the real reason you ignore me out there? Oh wait, I know why."

Strangely enough, you felt Ahsoka's anger rub off on you as you stomped over to stand in front of him, wedging yourself between his legs. His gaze dropped down from your face, stopping at your chest and your midsection, and his hands began to inch towards your thighs. You swatted them away, gripping the collar of his tunic with both of your hands and forcing him to look up at you.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about," you hissed, teeth gritted with each word. His face was mere inches away from yours, so you saw the way every single muscle in his face reacted to your words. His brows creased together. his jaw tensing up as he took a deep breath and swallowed, his Adam's apple moving ever so slightly. "Is this what you see me as, Anakin? Your personal prostitute? Is this all I'm good for?"

Heartbreak exploded through his features through each accusation, his gaze becoming more and more distraught. He shook his head, struggling to find his words. "I- no, (Y/N), that's not true at all. I want to keep you safe-"

"So you keep me locked up at the Temple? So I'm unscathed and pretty enough for you to come home and fuck?!" You shouted in his face, your fingers white-knuckling his tunic as they shook. You weren't sure as to when you started crying, but you only noticed when you felt the hot streams gather together at your chin, the droplets falling down onto his lap. "I'm not good enough to be anything more than someone to keep your bed warm."

"Could you listen?!" Anakin exclaimed, sliding his fingers around your wrists and wrenching your hands off his tunic. Keeping a firm grip on your wrists, he held them at your sides so you couldn't hide your face, his gaze burning into you. "You are one of the best padawans I've ever seen. The whole council doubted you when we took you in, but Obi-Wan and I knew you would prove them wrong, and you did." Every single word of his dripped with desperation, his eyes almost pleading as he professed. Your heart felt like it was palpitating, your tears ceasing as confusion began to take hold of your mind. You kept quiet, silently urging him to keep talking.

Anakin felt your rapid pulse through your wrists, loosening his grip on them. "Obi-Wan said it himself. We're similar...I found solace in you," he muttered, his distressed demeanor shifting to a more shy one as he gently pushed you away. "Suddenly nothing mattered more in the galaxy than seeing you. I do want to be able to come home to you. I had to be unfair." You noted the way his fingers trembled with his last few words and how he balled his hands into fists to keep them still.

"Then why ignore me-"

"Do you know how hard it is, (Y/N)?!" Anakin snapped, shooting up from the bed as he gripped your arms, just below the shoulders so he wouldn't affect your injury. You felt like he was burning holes through your eyes with how intensely he stared. "I have trained as a Jedi for a good amount of my life. They call me the chosen one, with 20,000 midi-chlorians in my blood. I'm a part of the Jedi Order and I have to follow code..."

He tried his best to swallow the dryness in his throat away, squeezing his eyes shut, mentally preparing himself for what would come. Eyes fluttering open again, his hands slowly slid down your arms until they connected with yours. His seemed to hesitate for a moment before enveloping yours, the pairs seeming to slot together perfectly. "And I somehow find myself willing to throw it all away for you."

Conflict arose in your thoughts, your eyes darting to catch his every mannerism to see if he was telling the truth. Your hands were conflicted too, not knowing whether to pull away or to return the warm squeeze of his hands.

"But I know I can't. Back at Kamino, not a moment passed where I wasn't thinking about your safety. I couldn't focus. I kept making mistakes every time I thought about you dying. I felt...vulnerable," Anakin admitted, his gaze falling to your hands, silently screaming for you to return the grasp. "It's why I can never bring myself to look at you outside of this dorm. It's why I...lied to the Council to keep you safe at the Temple. But it's not fair to you, it's not your fault I can barely control my emotions," he muttered the last part, seemingly self-conscious. "A decade has passed and that seems to still be something I cannot master, and I am truly sorry that you were caught in my turbulence."

After a dreadfully long moment of silence, you pulled your hands away from his grasp, his hands seeming to reach out for them as soon as they left. Instead, you brought your hands up to gingerly cup his face. You and Anakin weren't sure when his tears began to fall, but you nor he seemed to mind them.

"Don't take credit for all the turbulence, Ani," you joked, letting the smallest of smiles grace your lips. Anakin locked in on the sight of your smile, adoring it as he allowed his head to lean into your hands. However, you didn't exactly feel too comfortable with him yet. You reluctantly pulled away from him, the contrast of his warmth and the cold air in your dormitory almost jarring.

"It still hurts that all of this had to happen for me to understand what was going on with you." Even though he explained his side of things, you didn't think he understood yours. "I've been sitting in the dark for weeks. You're not the only one who feels vulnerable when it comes to us. All I wanted was an answer from you," you managed to croak out sheepishly. "Which is why, if this is what it takes, Ani.."

You leaned forward to take him by the wrists and pull him closer to you, making him tower over you. Letting him bend over and resting his hands on either side of you on the bed, you caressed his cheek once more as you took in the confusion that settled on his face. The tension of his self-restraint was nearly palpable as you leaned in to whisper into his ear. "If being alone with you will help me understand things better, if touching me..." you trailed off, letting your lips graze his earlobe gently, then across his cheek. You continued until you found your face directly his, reaching up to knot your fingers into his hair. "If touching me helps me understand you better, if touching me helps you listen to me...then please, Ani," you begged, your desperate grip on his hair constricting. "Touch me now."

Anakin felt embarrassed letting his tears spill over once again at your words, knowing all too well about being kept in the dark and needing validation. He was disappointed with himself with how he allowed himself to make you feel that way. The familiar seizing of his heart struck once more at the sight and feel of your desperation. He leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead, then pressed his own forehead against yours. "I won't ever keep you in the dark again, whether we're alone together or not."

You finally released the breath you were holding in relief, which you weren't even aware that you were holding. Pulling him in to close the distance between your faces, you and Anakin shared a frenzied kiss. The salty taste of his tears mingled with the taste of your own, and it was as if you two were savoring the taste of your mutual desperation for each other. Your hands eventually released themselves from his hair to grip his tunic once more, but not without leaving it a crazed mess. It wasn't long before the distance between your bodies closed as well, his arms snaked around your waist and your legs around his as you felt yourself being lifted up. 

Needing to catch your breath, you bit on his lower lip gently as you pulled away, earning a sly smile from him as you composed yourself. His face was flushed, his swollen lips a brilliant hue of red, and his hair astray. You couldn't even imagine how messy you looked, but the way Anakin looked at you made you feel beautiful regardless. "Stay with me tonight, Anakin."

You and Anakin spent another night together, the atmosphere feeling a bit different. Every movement was more tender, more passionate. You could've sworn that he whispered an "I love you". You both even spent hours lying awake and talking with each other, and you made sure to give him an earful about fixing things about you and the Jedi Council, which he vowed to do. When you eventually fell asleep in each other's arms that night, you both knew that you were uncertain about the future of your relationship as Jedi. However, from that point forward, you and him felt more confident about where each other stood, and that you would figure things out together instead of dealing with it by yourselves.

As you both settled into sleep, your fingertips gently traced hearts across his skin, turning his scars across the expanse of his chest into love arrows in your imagination. The feeling left a soft, sleepy smile on Anakin's lips, and it never left until he eventually fell victim to slumber. You had your head rested on top of his chest, his steadied breaths and heartbeat lulling you to sleep along with him.

It was then that the supernova that was the relationship between you and Anakin didn't seem too blinding anymore. You saw more clearly now, and what you saw was beautiful.

a/n: tysm for reading!!! likes n reblogs always appreciated and inbox is open for suggestions!!

#star wars #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #fem!reader #clone wars #hurt/comfort #angst #star wars anakin

[caffeinated-frog]

Art of my OCs, Fae (she/her) and Nimue! (she/they) in @mayakern skirts!

They are pictured here in the Dawn Whale midi skirt and the Funeral miniskirt. I had such a hard time choosing which skirts to depict.

[ID: A digital art piece of two feminine original characters dancing with their arms outstretched. Fae, the girl on the left, has medium dark skin and dark brown hair, braided back into two puffs. She is wearing a pink sweater and a pink gradient skirt purple clouds, and flying pink whales. Nimue, the person on the right, has pale skin and half up hair that is split dyed black and purple. She is wearing a light purple tank top and a black skirt with various grey plants and skulls. They are both smiling with their eyes closed. /end ID]

#I can’t get a skirt so I am living through my ocs #sorry the funeral skirt looks weird #I tried many times and this was the best attempt #art #maya kern #dawn whale skirt #funeral skirt #digital art #artist #artists on tumblr #original character #ocs #pastel #she her #she they

[mayakern]

If you don’t mind me asking, why the hesitation/long wait to restock the fig wrap tops? It seemed like they sold super well given how quickly they went out of stock (genuinely curious, hope this doesn’t come off presumptuous)

it’s because ordering dyed clothes has a minimum order by volume, not by piece. the wrap shirts do not take up a lot of fabric, so if we make ONLY shirts, iirc our minimum is about 500 shirts per color, which is a LOT of garments.

usually we can mitigate this by splitting a dye batch between multiple product types: i.e. also ordering midi and miniskirts. in fact, when we launched wrap shirts, we used those dye batches to also restock the black and fig skirts, which we now have quite a lot of.

when it comes to black shirts, those are a staple and even if they don’t sell out immediately, i do think we could sell 500 in a reasonable amount of time (plus it’s an item we probably just want to keep in stock as long as possible). i’m uncertain whether or not we could do the same with fig, but if we do, i would not want to do it in the same batch as the black shirt—since, again, that is a LOT of garments.

so the fig shirt will return eventually, one way or another: whether we get the funds to do a dye batch that is entirely shirts or whether the fig skirts sell enough that we want to restock them again. it’ll just take time

#ask #store

[soobcheesecake]

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❀genre: fluff, non-idol

❀pairing: soobin(txt) x gn reader

❀word count: 1228 (SORRY)

❀song recommendation: heavenly by cigarettes after sex

You recently moved into a new town which means new people, new life, new experiences. One morning you decided to take a break from unpacking your boxes and look around your area and stop by a nearby café. When you walked inside the café you were welcomed by the cozy interior and the fresh smell of coffee. you stepped towards the counter to place your order, and waited there for a few moments until a Barista showed up, and for a split moment you forgot why you were there. You were greeted by the most handsome man you'd ever seen; he was tall, very tall, with light brown hair and captivating eyes, and he had heart-shaped lips that formed the prettiest smile you have ever seen when he said, "good morning, what can I get for you?" You had to blink to come back to reality and place your order. You waited for your order at the end of the counter and when it was ready, he called for your name “order for Y/n” you smiled as you took your drink and managed to get a glimpse of his name tag “Soobin” you then thanked him and walked out of the café smiling like a kid.   

You started going into that café almost every day that week though unlike the first time, now you would stay in the café and drink your tea there while reading your book because you really liked the coziness of the place and how it remined you of home (and definitely not to stare at Soobin at any chance you get). you would also be greeted by Soobin all the time. By the end of that week, you and Soobin had the longest conversation yet which started by him asking you if you were new to town:

Soobin: “by the way are you new to the area I swear I only started seeing you this week only” he said trying to start a conversation while making your usual green tea.

You: “yeah I am I just moved in like one weeks ago” you said sheepishly.

Soobin: “oh and how do you like the area so far”

You: “I didn’t really have the chance to look around town that much to be honest”

Soobin paused a little bit before continuing “I can show you around if you would like”.

You were screaming mentally, and your lips parted slightly in shock, but you smiled quickly “I would love that”. You two exchanged numbers and planned to meet on Saturday near the café around 4pm.

Saturday came and you were nervous though you didn’t know why you were nervous because he never mentioned it to be a date, but your delusional self pretended like it was. You decided to wear a midi floral skirt with a pink cardigan and went to the café at exactly 4 pm to see Soobin already waiting for you and smiled when he saw you. You two greeted each other and started walking towards the downtown which was about a 7-minute walk. You talked about random things like hobbies and likes and found out you both were into the same stuff “I really like super Mario games” you answered when he asked about your favourite games and he gasped and smiled wildly “no way me too…see we were meant to find each other” he said the last part jokingly, but you swore there was a flirtatious tone to it. Butterflies were filling your stomach, and you started blushing and Soobin chuckled “you’re turning red” he said teasingly, and you turned to look at the other side of the street and he laughed.

You reached downtown and started walking past different kinds of shops: pet stores, clothing stores, game stores, you name it. After walking for a while, you stopped in front of a flower shop and started smelling the flowers since you really loved them. Soobin stood there taking in the view of you smelling the flowers while blushing slightly. Truth be told you weren’t the only one crushing, he thought you were cute the moment you stepped into that café and he was glad that you were coming there every day and that’s when he decided to man up and ask you out but he didn’t want to name it as a date because he didn’t know if you felt the same way and he didn’t want to cross your boundaries.

“what are your favourite flowers” he asked while smiling gently and you paused, looked at him and smiled “I really like lilies they remind me of my mother and I also really like tulips and peonies” you were in your own world talking about your favourite flowers and Soobin was just there staring at you with heart eyes and a smile on his face completely enchanted by your beauty, and the way you talked about the things you liked.

Your eyes landed on the bathroom sign and excused yourself for a moment. Soobin stayed there next to the flower shop looking at the flowers you pointed out to be your favourite, then an idea hit him. He called out for the florist and asked her to add your favourite flowers into a bouquet and he made sure the flowers matched your outfit. After you finished from the bathroom you walked back to where Soobin was standing and he smiled awkwardly while handing out the bouquet to you and you felt like you were going to explode and it showed on your face because you were really turning bright red which made soobin smile and teased “you’re really red now”. You felt your face warm up even more as you stared down at the bouquet “thank you, you didn’t have to” you said shyly “it’s nothing” he said with his cute smile and you felt like crying because of how cute he was :(

After having dinner Soobin insisted on taking you back home and you agreed so he called for a taxi. Later you were both standing in front of the gates of your apartment complex. “oh, you really live close to the café” “yeah” you said sheepishly, you still weren’t over all the stuff that happened today. “thank you for today” you smiled, and he smiled too “it was nothing really” he said while rubbing the back of his neck. For a moment you two stood there staring at each other as the soft breeze of the night played with both of your hairs “you should get inside its getting cold” he said gently “yeah uhm good night and thanks again for today and the bouquet ” you said while smiling “You're welcome and good night Y/n”. you smiled one last time before walking towards the gate. you stood in front of the key card reader and paused, then without any second thought you ran back to Soobin who was still standing in the same spot waiting for you to safely walk inside. You stood in front of him and before he could say anything you got on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek then smiled and walked back opening the gates and walking inside your apartment building. While Soobin stayed frozen for a few minutes as he still felt your lips on his cheek. He rubbed his cheek, smiled to himself and started walking home himself.

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author's note: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FIRST FIC YALL WHAT DO YOU THINK👹. yall know i had to make my first fic on soobin he’s literally the face of the blog. please tell me what you guys think of it and let me know if you have any tips and if i should change something. i worked hard on this fic and i hope you guys liked it as much as i do 😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼MWAHH💖💖

Also this flower text divider is pissing me off😭😭like when I wrote this fic on my laptop it was centered but when I opened it from my phone it was all over the place and goofy ahh so I changed it to be centered on my phone sooooo if it looks all over the place plz ignore it idk what to do😭

#first fic omg #soobin my beloved #soobin x reader #soobin fluff #Soobin fic #txt fluff #so cute i cried real #WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK PLZ LET ME KNOW

[thedroneranger]

Dine In

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Précis: Jake and his wife have a to-do list they need to finish.

Note: Formerly called Checklist.

Warnings: 18+ only, smut.

Word count: 2.2k

A dull pop signified success, and her lips curved into a smile as she set the cork, still impaled by the corkscrew, aside. Glass of wine in hand, she was ready to knead and slice until she had enough cracked pepper fettuccine for two.

The fettuccine rested in the fridge as she moved onto the sauce. Using her grandmother’s family recipe that was committed to memory—the only way Nonna would pass it on—she whipped up a creamy alfredo.

The scent had him immediately headed for the kitchen upon entering the house. Enamored by her love for cooking, he watched as she seasoned a pan of sizzling shrimp. Watching her in her element was one of his favorite things. Arms folded across his chest, leaning in the doorway, he continued to watch her until she removed the shrimp from the stove. They locked eyes and she gave him a soft smile.

He poured himself a glass of wine, and then sidled up behind her to place soft kisses on her neck as she prepared to plate their meal. The kisses grew wetter and rougher. His hands desperately roamed her body, hoping an entry point would magically appear in her midi dress. 

“Jake, don’t rip this one,” she warned. His smile stamped her skin in response and his teeth nipped her neck. A gasp escaped her lips and her fingers curled around the edge of the counter as Jake flexed his hips into hers. She drew out his name as he trailed kisses up the back of her neck and then nuzzled just the right spot behind her ear.

Her bottom lip rolled between her teeth as she bit back a moan. She pushed her hips into his and felt his growing desire. A gasp fell from her mouth as she felt the back seam of her dress skirt split further than designed. The rush of air was followed by Jake’s hands sliding along the curve of her backside. She relaxed into his grip as his hands came to rest on her hips. 

“No panties?” he asked, his hand searching for fabric to dip his fingers into. His lips grazed her ear, and he continued kissing her neck.

“One less thing for you to rip,” she teased. Jake squeezed her hips and, obediently, she turned to face him. In sync, she hopped as he lifted her onto the counter. He stepped between her knees and captured her lips with his.

Her fingers curled into his hair, pulling his head back to curtail his onslaught. “Let’s get through dinner first?” He groaned with mixed emotions. “It’s the least you could do.” He followed her gaze as she looked down at the ripped dress skirt resting between her thighs.

“Sorry.” The corners of his eyes crinkled and laugh lines hugged his signature smile. Capturing his bottom lip between his teeth, he sighed and helped her off the counter. She grabbed his chin with her index finger and thumb, placing a soft kiss on his lips before she turned back to the counter.

While she plated their food, Jake set the table and poured fresh glasses of wine. Still thinking about after dinner activities, he refocused himself to the current moment. He never wanted to take for granted what she brought to their relationship, including her Michelin-level cooking skills and willingness to prepare homemade meals every night.

Jake watched as she delivered their plates to the table. Then, he followed her to her seat, where he pulled out her chair and then pushed it in as she sat. Jake’s need to perform chivalrous acts even in the privacy of their home was one of the many things she loved about him. She mouthed “thank you” as he made his way to his own seat.

The minute the first bite hit his tongue he was glad she made him have dinner. The shrimp was perfectly cooked and the sauce was a perfect garlicky, buttery cream. Tonight he allowed himself to have a second helping—it wasn’t often he allowed himself to, what he called, overindulge.

Their post dinner routine included lounging at the table to finish their wine and talk about their days. “I could use more wine,” she said as she rose to clear their plates and collect the bottle from the kitchen island. Jake’s gaze followed her every move. She refilled her own, and then came to top off his. “You know,” she said while she poured, “we haven’t checked this room off the list yet.” He looked up at her to see her innocently chewing on her lip awaiting his reply. She glanced at him through her eyelashes. An involuntary groan left his throat and she tried not to smirk.

For so long, the pair hadn’t had a place together to call home. Of course, he owned property back in Texas, including a share of the family homestead, but otherwise he relied on government-issued housing. She, on the other hand, owned a penthouse condo in a highrise close to the heart of downtown Fresno. On weekends he drove up there, and during the week she stayed with him in Lemoore. She brought his house to life, not just with her physical presence but also her interior design skills. It wasn’t too tall of an order since she designed interiors for a living.

After a drunken night that led to them agreeing to elope on a yacht in the French Riviera, they tied the knot with only their parents as witnesses a few weeks later. Once they were back in the States, they found the perfect starter home. Given their talks about finding a place to own together, Jake paid in cash to close the deal and surprised her as a belated wedding gift. Since moving in, it had been their mission to christen every room of their new home.

Early in their relationship, Jake has asked her for anal and she told him that was reserved for the man that put a ring on her finger. With a five-carat diamond engagement ring and the family heirloom wedding band on her finger, Jake happily sodomized her for the first encounter in their bedroom. Adventurous, and equal opportunists, she returned the favor as they checked both guest bedrooms off their list.

Since then, she had been pressed into the glass wall of their master ensuite shower, as well as the tile walls of the guest showers. More recently, they enjoyed an afternoon quickie in the half-bath. She sat on the sink, legs over Jake’s shoulders as he thrust into her. His lips never left her neck—she still had faint purple marks she rarely bothered to cover when she went out in public.

In the living room, Jake had thoroughly enjoyed the view when she was curled over the arm of the couch, elbows on the floor, while he knelt on the seat cushions, hands on her hips, thrusting into her from behind. He definitely kept that image for the nights he spent alone.

Another scene in his spank bank was the morning he made her french toast and then ate her out on the kitchen island. The same scenario happened a second time when he made waffles. The third time it occurred, he had made pancakes.

With the flexibility of her job, she often worked from their home office. The nights Jake couldn’t make it home, she would lean back in her chair and pleasure herself with Jake on the phone. She even kept a toy in the top drawer in case she wanted a little help. The last time Jake was coaching her to orgasm, she nearly tipped over in her chair when he waltzed into the room still on the phone. Him bending her over the desk was her favorite finish yet.

One Saturday she was home alone doing laundry when Jake returned a day early from a short deployment. After nearly giving her a heart attack, she was so overjoyed to see him, she undressed him and sucked him off with his ass pressed against the humming dryer.

Although Jake grew up wealthy, he wasn’t materialistic. However, he did have a few prized possessions. One of which was his 1967 Ford Mustang that had moved from a storage unit to their garage after their home purchase. The first time they had sex in his car, Jake was speeding down the Pacific Coast Highway with her lips hugging his cock. The second time, it was parked in the garage and she rode his lap in the driver’s seat.

Naturally, she had put her design skills to work throughout their home. Their pride and joy was the outdoor living oasis she had conjured up in the backyard. The pool had nice architecture and included a jacuzzi they had taken advantage of several times.

However, the entertainment area, complete with full outdoor kitchen and an ornate fireplace, was where they most often ended up in the throes of passion. Between the privacy fence and the lush foliage, there wasn’t much for the neighbors to see, but Jake’s favorite part of their outdoor love-making sessions was stuffing her panties in her mouth to stifle her vocals.

Now, here they were, sitting in the final room on their checklist. “What did you have in mind, Mrs. Seresin?” His hand slithered into the back of her torn dress, grazing her thighs and squeezing one of her cheeks. She set the wine bottle on the table and straddled his lap. His hands rested on her waist while hers looped around his neck. Hips pressing into him, she leaned closer so their lips were millimeters apart.

“Are you hungry for dessert?” She pressed her lips to his and coaxed him into parting them with her tongue. He welcomed the kiss, moving his hands so one palmed her ass and the other gripped her hip tighter—there would be fingerprint-shaped bruises tomorrow.

They separated for air, and she slid from his lap to the table. She watched his expression as she ran her toes from his lap, up his chest and rested her ankle on his shoulder. Her other foot found purchase on the seat of his chair as he pressed wet kisses along her calf and then her thigh. As he came closer to her core, the kisses changed to soft bites.

Her eyes never left him as he teased and caressed everywhere except where she really wanted. The knot in her abdomen was tightening and her breath kept hitching, which egged him on. “Is dessert ready?” he asked.

She tossed her head back and bit her lip to stifle a grin. “Perfectly ripe.” His radiant smile appeared, and she thought she might come right then. He gripped the backs of her thighs and gently pushed them further apart, forcing her further onto her back. She transitioned from her hands to her elbows for support so she could continue to watch Jake. He looped his arms in the crooks where her thighs met her hips as his broad tongue swiped the length of her soaking core. She let out the sweetest moan as his tongue hit her most sensitive nerves. He kept licking and sucking, getting into a rhythm and eventually delving his tongue into her. She rocked her hips into his face as he tongued her.

Her breath shortened and her fingers sprawled across the tabletop looking for any sort of hold. Eventually, she just laid back, wiggling out of her tattered dress, allowing her back to arch. In just her lacy bra—one of Jake’s favorites—she kneaded her breasts. “That’s it, baby,” Jake said between laps.

He alternated sucking on her slick folds while he curled his fingers inside her, grazing that euphoric spongy spot each time. “Jake.” Her voice was breathy. “I want you inside me.”

Jake’s pants were already uncomfortably tight. How could he deny his wife as she lay spread before him? Quickly, he unbuckled his pants and pushed them to his ankles. The sound she made when he plunged into her without warning nearly made him come.

He watched as she withered beneath him. Jake leaned forward and captured her mouth in a sloppy kiss, savoring her arousal mix with his saliva. Her arms wrapped around his neck as they messily made out. He enjoyed the breathy grunts that left her lips each time he bottomed out.

She reached between them and circled two fingers on her engorged bud, pushing herself over the edge. Jake continued to thrust into her as her walls clenched around him. Her spasmodic embrace was enough to bring him to climax. His hip stuttered as he released into her. He slowed and enjoyed the sight as more cum oozed between them with each push. Jake swiped his finger through their mix arousal and smeared it over her clit. The gentle stimulation kept her purring as she watched him through hooded eyes. 

Finally, still connected, he leaned forward so their faces were inches apart. She brought a hand to the side of his face. He turned and kissed her palm. “Check dining room off the list,” she said.

“Check,” he said with another kiss to her palm and a short thrust of his hips for emphasis. They both smiled.

Her thumb ran along his cheek bone as they stared at each other. “How did I get so lucky?”

“You?” he asked in disbelief. “I get to eat my dinner and my wife at the same table. I’m the luckiest man alive.”

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Femme Fatale Guide: Spring Wardrobe Essentials

Staple Tees & Tanks:

**Purchase in Modal, Pima cotton, linen, silk, or Tencel fabric**

Fitted scoop neck tank

Fitted high-neck tank top

Structured, relaxed fit crewneck tee

Fitted scoop neck/crewneck tee

Halterneck tee/mockneck tee

Contour tank/tee bodysuits

Blouses/Shirting:

Linen button-down (can be long/short-sleeve or a tank variety)

Silk button-down (can be a long/short-sleeve or a tank variety)

Relaxed fit silky tank

Relaxed fit silky cami top

Sweetheart neck tube top

Any other desired silk shell top/t-shirts/camis (for layering)

Sculpt knit top(s)

Self-tie wrap blouse

Halter-style silk blouse

Bottoms:

Black straight-leg jeans

Black bootcut/flared jeans

Black straight/bootcut trousers

Wide-leg trousers (I love a solid black, black pinstripe, and black with lace-up detail selection)

Split hem trousers

Black linen trousers

Stretch jersey pants (straight-leg, bootcut, and/or flared)

Black satin midi skirt

Leather skirt (mini or midi)

Tailored shorts (Tencel ones are great for various climates/weather that drastically in temperature/humidity throughout the day)

Leather shorts

Tailored black linen shorts

Dresses/Jumpsuits:

Slip dress (midi-length for every day; mini for hotter days/nights out)

Linen button-down dress (for work/modest dressing)

Linen tank dress (for layering/hotter days)

Little black dress (shift dress/A-line cuts are great)

Minimal black jumpsuit ("LBJ")

Black linen or silk jumpsuit

Blazer dress/jumpsuit

Long-sleeve playsuit/romper

Tuxedo jumpsuit/playsuit

Jackets/Outerwear:

Well-tailored black blazer

Well-tailored black vest

Leather moto jacket

Black trench coat

Tailored longline sleeveless blazer/vest

Neutral-toned racer jacket

Structured utility jacket

Satin coat/trench/blazer (great over transitional nighttime looks)

Footwear:

Black loafers

Square-toe/pointed-toe flats

Slingback/mary-jane flats/casual kitten heels

Short black lace-up boots

Sleek low to mid-calf black square/pointed-toe boot

Western-inspired boot

Minimalist white sneakers

Black pointed-toe pumps

Sleek mules/cut-out flats

Slingblack pointed-toe wedges

Rain boots

Accessories:

White/black ankle & crew socks

High-waisted shapewear shorts

Chunky/small chain necklaces & bracelets

Simple pendant necklace(s)

Pearl necklace

Simple diamond studs

Crystal drop earrings

Minimalist bangles

Stackable rings

A sleek, minimalist black tote (can fit a laptop for work/travel)

Black shoulder bag

Small black bag (top handle, crossbody, etc.)

Statement bag/evening bag

Silk/decorative scarf

Sleek neutral sunglasses that suit your face shape

Lingerie/Loungewear:

Seamless bra/underwear

Lace bra/underwear

Matching pullover cotton sweatshirt/sweatpants

Tencel, Modal, or cotton top/lounge pants set

Luxurious pajama set (Long sleeve/pants + short-sleeve/tank + shorts, depending on the climate – silk, Tencel, cashmere, etc.)

A to-die-for piece of lingerie like a lace slip/silk teddy

Silk or cozy robe

Open-back slippers

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