#Silk Rope Necklace

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A Brief Study of the Most Popular Types of Chains

Chains are the most popular jewelry pieces among jewelry lovers. You must have noticed chains of different styles and designs. All these other chains have different names and are of various kinds. You will learn about the most popular types of chains that are always high in demand:

1.     Cable Chain Necklace

Let’s start with the most common type. You must have noticed almost every infant in India wearing similar silver chains. Yes, that is the cable chain. As a classic choice, these look like iron chains anchoring ships. Moreover, these chains are inspired by those robust anchoring chains. 

Cable chains are assembled with a series of identical links. These links are connected to a single long chain, like those anchoring ones. The links are either flat or round shaped. As they are uniform in shape and size, these chains are highly durable. Even if they break, mending them in any jewelry shop is accessible. Anyone can wear a Cable Chain Necklace. However, men prefer thick ones, whereas women prefer comparatively thinner ones.

2.     Curb Chain Necklace

Curb Chain is also a widespread type of chain. These chains look similar to cable chains but are not the same. This classic style comes with similar links densely connected. You can spot the difference by seeing two distinctive grooves in their interlocking styles. 

The links of a curb chain are usually diamond cut and twisted so that they lay uniform and flat. There are different styles of curb chains, like rounded, open, closed, square, and many more. Curb chains are thicker than cable chains and hence, are incredibly durable.

A curb chain necklace has always been a very masculine preference. Women are also shifting to thinner and lighter curb chains, all thanks to high-end jewelry machines.

3.     Figaro Chain Necklace

Have you yet to hear of a Figaro chain necklace? You must have come across this popular style without knowing its name. This type of chain has its origin in Italy. They come with links that contrast with each other. You can spot one long link connected to multiple identical smaller links. They follow a definite pattern to form a stylish long chain. They are durable and are popular among people irrespective of gender. 

Conclusion

All the above-said chains are classic collections of any jewelry store. Due to their high durability, you can wear them every day.

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[bingsoo-jung]

my funny controversial veilguard opinion is that while i get why people are saying the 'sexy lof' armor is orientalist and i do think there's a convo to be had there... that armor is also based off of actual clothes people historically wore in southeast asia. like this

is absolutely based off of these

and while these are stylised forms of the outfit it's not because of the skin being shown. the women wearing shirts underneath are not wearing it as thai people wore tabengman historically. because historically we didn't really wear a lot of shirts, shirts were not legally mandated clothes until the 1940s. my thai grandmother is older than that. in fact a lot of asia didn't get around to stigmatizing and sexualizing breasts until the 1800s or later (like you can find photos of korean women in the 1900s with their breasts out and that was fine and normal culturally). the reason these are stylized though is bc they're made of silk and they're wearing brocades. most people would've worn this in plain fabric without gold brocades bc silk and gold are expensive.

and, to be clear, a lot of both the LoF and qunari armors and fashion is based off of historical southeast asian fashion. isabella is straight up wearing a hmong necklace.

the qunari ropes are also almost certainly based off of muay boran kard chuek which is this old way of binding your hands with hemp ropes in thailand for boxing. you can also see that in qunari concept art they've drawn them with intricate knots that are very chinese in origin, they're wearing armor in rattans weaved patterns. (i'll also point out that it was explicitly said in the past that people from east tevinter, which is closer to seheron, look like dorian, and dorian's va is half indo-fijian and half malay. that man belongs to the south pacific.)

and yes, we could have a whole conversation about specifically choosing to look at these armors instead of other southeast asian armors. but i think a lot of people think the armor is based off of western fantasies of belly dancer costumes... which while may have played a part, it's also very clear to me that the devs have used a lot of southeast asian inspiration for seheron, rivain, and part of tevinter.

[ice-creamforbreakfast]

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January is a bit rubbish (my birthday aside) as we're just following the glitter explosion that is Christmas and Hogmonay, so I thought it would be fun to do a 70s Glam inspired set to brighten things up a little. It was a very popular runner-up on a recent poll and I did promise, so here it is!!

Descriptions below:

Fire & Rain Gown - A low-cut, glittered-out gown that's perfect for those glitzy parties or if you're Cher going to Tescos.

Fire & Rain Dress - A kite-hem version of the Fire & Rain gown. Perfect for those glitzy parties or if you're Cher going to Tescos...in warmer weather.

Jaclyn Jumpsuit - A halter-jumpsuit with a rope belt and two-tone options. A conversation starter at any party...unless someone else is wearing it in a nicer colour.

Jackie Romper - A sister romper to the Jaclyn jumpsuit. See above description, but in warmer weather.

Manero Shirt - Show them your moves in this silk shirt! This shirt is sewn up the front, because sims found it simply irresistable and several buttons were ripped and went flying on our prototypes.

Night Fever Flares - Bust a move in these flares! Sure, they're so tight you might bust something else, but you never know until you try!

Show the ladies, gents and nonbinary hotties that you've got money to spend with this big, gold chain!

What does the 70s glamazon and 90s sitcom mom have in common? A fabulous bobbed blowout just like this. Show off your staple style from discos through to diapers!

Dazzle your friends and temporarily stun your enemies in this incredibly polished earring and necklace set inlaid with your favourite precious stones.

[arjudy224]

The Billionaire Boys Club

Batfamily x PhD student reader

(This takes place around 6 years after the Intern. )

The Intern Collection

Prequel: Death of a Family

The Intern: Day one

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

The Intern: Busy Work

The Intern: Outreach Gala

The Intern: Teachers Pet

The Intern: Visiting an old friend

The Intern: Chemical Valley

The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club

After interning in her hometown, Y/N was recruited to do her master's degree fully funded by Lexcorp. She had developed an attraction over the 3 years working with Lex Luthor, yet his controlling behavior led to Superman warning Y/N about the CEO's affections. Her master's thesis was on the environmental impacts of Kryptonite use and storage.

Gotham City's explosive tonight. The annual environmental gala has somehow brought fresh life into the sallow streets.

The gala's decorator deserves a raise. Lush vines descend from the high ceiling wrapping around the pillars. I narrow my eyes. Are those real carrier pigeons? Every flower from any climate you could possibly imagine flood the walls in a sweet cascade of fragrance. The sweet aroma tethers me to the present. Dick and Tim give me sly smiles from across the ballroom. Stumbling past the walls of plants, Bruce gives me a thumbs up.

"You clean up nice."

I give him a small smile before glancing down at my Wayne sponsored garb. The long satin dress hugs my hips in an almost risque manner. A respectable slit begins at my mid thigh showing off my red and black pumps. I grimace at the unknown cost.

"You know you didn't have to go all Pretty Woman on me Mr. Wayne." I joke smoothing out my silk gloves, "I do have a paycheck."

Bruce smiles. It takes me off guard. A real smile with squinted eyes and smile lines. As goofy as the most attractive man in the room can be. Compared to his work persona, it's nice to see.

"Ms. L/N, I would never ask you to spend your money to play dress up for a gala I invited you to."

I nod not knowing what else to say. An entire styling team showed up at my door this morning with rack of dresses to choose from... and the shoes... well let's just say it would have made Cinderella run back home and demand to know why she couldn't have gotten Bruce Wayne as her Godmother.

His eyes gravitate to the pendant draped across my neck. A sting of pain registers on his face. I shift uncomfortably once he starts to stare. At my discomfort, Mr. Wayne apologizes.

"I'm sorry Ms. L/N. I haven't seen that necklace in a very long time."

I raise an eyebrow. Mr. Wayne never divulges this much personal information.

"Old flame?" I joke wiggling my eyebrows.

He shakes his head with a pained smile.

"That was my Mother's necklace."

My eyes widen. Martha Wayne's necklace. Instinctively, I reach to take it off. I already couldn't afford a ruby necklace, but a Wayne family heirloom? Hell no.

"I can take it off if you-" I start reaching for the clasp.

Mr. Wayne stops me in my tracks.

"Don't worry about it. That was a long time ago. "

I still hesitate. I glance awkwardly around the ballroom.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Mr. Wayne weighs carefully, "Besides, it might make for an interesting headline."

I scowl.

"I'm not going to like this am I?"

A devilish grin appears in response to my dismay.

"Welcome back to Gotham Ms. L/N."

Bruce's sons materialize a few seconds later. If I wasn't used to them suddenly appearing in my office, I would have shrieked.

"Tim. Dick." I greet with a nod, "Always a pleasure."

The younger boy looks at me like I am a puzzle piece he can't quite figure out where to put yet. Dick is as charming as ever.

"Y/N, I can't believe Bruce roped you into being his date. Have you ever considered unionizing?" He teases with a grin.

"At least, I'm getting paid to be here. What's your excuse?" I tease lightly hitting his shoulder. "Don't you have a hot date tonight Bludhaven?"

A painfully familiar shadow interrupts the conversation.

"Mr. Luthor."

Turning around, my legs begin to shake. What a wonderful... surprise. Lex nods to the three men before setting his sights on me.

"Mr. Luthor,"

Saying his formal title feels wrong, yet calling him Lex wouldn't be right either. Not after everything that has happened. Timothy's analytical gaze burns my peripheral.

"Ms. L/N, would you join me for a dance?"

I hesitate eyeing the audience that is forming. Extending his hand, Lex continues, "For old times sake?"

Three people stopped talking to gawk. I don't have much of a choice. With the amount of gossip mongrels here tonight, if I say no my face will be plastered on every gossip column in Gotham... If I say yes, well at least it will only be in Metropolis Gossip columns. I don't have much of a choice.

"Of course... Mr. Luthor." I agree through gritted teeth letting him drag me onto the dance floor.

If I thought agreeing to a waltz would quell speculation, I was poorly mistaken. Dozens of eyes follow our every movement including my boss's.

"You are only feeding into their curiosity." Lex whispers in my ear, "Those vultures know when you are weak."

"Is that what I am?" I question finally looking into his green eyes, "No need for flattery Alexander."

"There isn't any other way to explain your disappearance."

"-That's not fair."

The fire in his eyes leaves me speechless. This was not how I planned to spend my Saturday evening. For a moment, I fantasize on how this night could have gone. I could have had an early night enjoying take out... exchanged my favorite book with the cute guy next door. Slept in. Instead, I am bickering with a man who could be my Uncle over the fact I didn't take a job offer...and potentially start a relationship with him.

"Okay, so I cut you off." I start, "I'm sorry I hurt you, but things couldn't keep progressing like that. My project ended. It was time for me to go."

...and Superman told me that you started tracking my whereabouts... along with bugging my apartment... Go to therapy.

Lex shakes his head.

1, 2, 3

1, 2, 3

1, 2, 3

"You were offered a complete stipend. A guaranteed job offer. Why would you turn that down?"

My lips press together into a fine line.

1, 2, 3

1, 2, 3

1, 2, 3

The orchestra roars into a crescendo. The dance speeds up.

"You know why...." I hiss trying to keep up with his increasing tempo.

I've never been good at multitasking.

1, 2, 3.

1, 2, 3.

1, 2, 3-

"-Say it," Lex demands gripping my fingers tighter, "Tell me."

The ring on his left hand gets caught on my gloves tearing the beautiful silk right down the center. The radiant green draws my attention. Kryptonite. After all this time, he still wears it. Rage causes my face to go hot. I stop dancing to grab his ring.

"This is why Lex," I snarl, "Because I am sick of watching you destroy yourself. You've read my research."

A smart ass grin stretches across his face. The onlookers exchange curious glances at our lack of dancing.

"I paid for it." He replies smugly.

"Then you should know how ludicrous this behavior is. You are going to die before you win."

His eyes get sharp. I must have hit a nerve. A vein in his forehead grows prominent. Another couple dances past us. Lex tears me out of the way before I get bulldozed. A few beats later, we are back in the dance. His hands grow tight around mine like he's afraid I might disappear again. My knuckles turn white from the pressure, but I won't give him what he wants. Pain laces up my palms.

"So, you would rather waste your career working for a halfwit like Bruce Wayne?"

I freeze for a second. This is what this is really about. Lex is jealous that I chose to work for Bruce. If it was anybody else, he could convince himself that I was downgrading, but I went to his direct competition. Thinking of the conversation I had with Bruce earlier, when nobody else is around Bruce has a strange intelligence in his mannerisms. In public, he had initially joked about not reading my research, yet once we were alone the intensity of his questions made me nervous. Considering his extracurricular activities, it's unsurprising that he would want to keep his persona lowkey. How did my job search end with watching the boys club battle it out?

"I will only say this once: My life is mine. What I choose to do is my decision. Say what you want about Mr. Wayne, but at least he respects my privacy." I growl ripping my hands out of his grasp. "Have a nice day Mr. Luthor."

Storming past the "Garden of Eden" display, I slam open the double doors. God.... Everyone there probably thinks I slept with him.

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Lando NorrisxWolff!reader

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A/n: This is going to be a multi-chapters, most of the chapters won't be social midia or something. It is going to 'follow' the 2023 F1 season. Reader is Toto's eldest child by a fictitious ex- first wife. I just watched Break Point, with is another sport Netflix docuseries from the same producing company that makes DST, and since then I have this idea of a prodigy tennis player reader.

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GQ 10 things Y/n Wolff can’t live without

“Hi GQ, I am Y/n Wolff and here are my essentials.” The young woman opens her arms looking at the objects displayed on the table, before looking up and smiling to the camera.

# Sugar

“My trainer may not agree. My coaches may not agree. My performance coach may not agree. My parents definitely don’t agree.” She points out, “But I need sugar.” The young woman brings to the centre of the table a small pile of sweets, a tall cup of caffeinated drink and a can of Red Bull, “I live of sugar and… sugary things…”

“My day starts with this lovely peppermint iced mocha sweetened with vanilla sugar… a ton of vanilla sugar.” Y/n laughs taking a sip of her drink “I am weirdly obsessed with mint and chocolate combinations…” She comments looking at the camera, “I drink perhaps two or three of those per day,” The young woman then places her hand over the top of the Red Bull can, most people who follow her already know that she is an athlete sponsored by Red Bull, “sugar-free Red Bull, which ironically is sweeter than the regular one.” She puts her hand on the pile of chocolates, “Milk-chocolate, I am not going to lie and say that I eat the healthy stuff, I don’t, I have the taste buds of a child,” the tennis player smiles mischievously at the camera, “right now I am really into this Finnish chocolate, Geisha and the blue Fazer, daddy always keep those in his offices for me.” She wrinkles her nose a little, giving the camera a lovely—childish—smile.

“Aero Mint bar, Chocolate Orange, Maltesers, Bounty, Kinder, truffles…I'm honestly starting to wonder how we managed to get through customs.” She laughs looking at her entourage behind the cameras. “This is like… a fraction of what I usually travel with, this is more like what I have in my bag for the day.”

#Photos

Y/n played a little with a golden square object in her hand.

“I travel a lot, I am on the road from January to November playing at tournaments around the world, so I can’t always be surrounded or in touch with the people that I love,” she says in a slightly more serious tone, taking the golden case in her hands and pressing the button to open, showing pile of polaroid photos, “those are mini Polaroids, so I can bring them with me wherever I go, I keep them inside this vintage cigarette case that belonged to my maternal grandmother, she was a absolute rockstar and I miss her very much.”  The camera takes a close-up on the golden case with rope motif and small colourful stones. “As I don’t smoke, I had to find another use for it.”

The first photo she shows is five adults together, smiling around a table, in what appears to be a ski resort.

“I have a very patchwork family, and somehow the adults in my life made it work…which I am very grateful for, not everyone is lucky to have so many amazing parents…so here I have my mum and my two other mothers, Stephanie and Susie, papa and my other father, Phillippe,” the second photo is her with a boy not much younger than her, two teenage girls and a small child in front of a Christmas tree, “my siblings, I have four, I am the eldest whatever way you go, huge flex,” the photo is followed by one of a pyjama party with several girls in matching pyjamas, and another of the tennis player with a blonde in front of the Eiffel Tower, “My gurls! This is my best friend, she is also my PA… so amazing to have someone I trust so much with me all the time…” a golden cocker spaniel with a crystal necklace, silk bows in its ears and a Gucci sweater appears on the screen, “this is Éclair Wolff, my emotional support dog aka my child, she actually goes with me mostly everywhere, but sometimes I leave her with my mum so she won’t be stressed by the long flights.”

She points to the next three photos, the first has the Mercedes drivers in Tommy Hilfinger, posing for the photo. “Lew and Georgie, the adopted older brothers I never asked for, but I love them.” The second photo has three other familiar faces making faces at the camera, “C2, my Ferrari boys, feat Pear, there is something wholesome about good looking men looking so silly, I love those guys and I love this picture, it is very on brand with them.”  The tennis player smiles at the camera. “Sharls, Carlitos and Pear are three of the nicest guys I have ever met, it is truly a blessing be able to call them friends and having them in my life.”

McLaren driver Lando Norris, in his third or fourth season, apparently not even realizing he was having his photo taken, it's a spontaneous photo, the soft sunlight highlighting the driver's profile as he smiles.

“Because of karting, I’ve known Lando since I was a head taller than him, he was my first crush…he was so shy, so adorable, so babygirl coded.” Y/n blushed a little as she shows the photo.

“I think most of the current grid is in here…oh, look, it’s Lance! Friends from life, from tennis…” She quickly changes showing another photo. “I think I easily have about sixty photos here..."

#Camera

“I don’t have a specific camera I like more than the others, but as a rule, I prefer vintage cameras just for the beauty of the final result, I inherited a few, I bought a few, I usually develop the photos when I'm at home for longer periods of time, edit the videos, digitalize a few…” She points to the cameras in front of her, a Bolex, a Digital Bolex, a very iconic Rolleiflex and a Super 8, “It is a very nostalgic experience to just go through a year worth of memories…” She says resting her face in her hand, “I have a hundred boxes with pictures and film rolls.”

“I love going through old pictures with my mom and Cass, my younger sister, from when we were babies, my parents in the 90’s, my mom when she was young, the wonderful life my grandparents lived, and is such a lovely moment to share with my mom.” Y/n has a soft smile on her lips. “One day, when I have my own kids, I want to have those moments with them, and not just scrolling through a phone or an iPad.”

#Journals

“I keep journals since I was a child, I get a new one every year,” She holds up the leather hardcover notebook, a deep indigo blue, a little worn around the edges, “after I turned thirteen years old, I started to get it in this specific shade of blue, with my initials in gold,” The girl opens the journal, leafing through it briefly, “I am never going to write an auto-biography, it’s kind of a little bit too egocentric to my taste,” She knocks it closed, but keeps it up, looking at the camera as she speaks , “but if someone ever write about me, fifty years from now… the facts will be straight, at least from my point of view… but even if no one ever writes about me… when I am old and grey and memory starts to fail me, I will be able to come back to the thoughts of twenty years old me…”

There is a moment of silence.

“That was kind of dark.” Y/n laughs to break the tension.

#Art Supplies

“I love to draw and paint, it eases the anxieties of life,” The tennis player shows the large sketchbook, a small aluminium case with the watercolours, and the rolling leather case with pencils and brushes, “I always bring a watercolour travel kit with my sketchbook wherever I go.”

She displays for the internet some of the landscapes she painted during her travels around the world.

#Hoodies

“I like to be comfortable after a match,” she spreads her arms across the perfectly folded hoodies on the table, “and nothing is more comfortable than a hoodie, feels a little bit like home.”

“I have my collection of hoodies with Adidas, they always provide me with new cool colours to try out and see if I want to add to the next collection,” Y/n opens sage green hoodie, running her hand over her initials and the Adidas logo. “Enchanté by Dani Ric, I have a bunch of those, Daniel is always kind enough to drop them at my house in Monaco, VIP treatment baby.” She points to the white hoodie. “Quadrant hoodies, Lando’s merch, ridiculously comfy, I would really like them in pastel colours or dusty rose… just putting out to the universe…” Y/n smiles and winks at the camera. “Valtteri, MV1… those all came with me for the US Open.”

#Skincare

“This is part of my daily routine.” The girl opens the toiletry bag, taking out the products inside, “I am always in different countries and different hotel rooms, so is nice to have this little sense of routine.”

She lines the pearlescent bottles with opaque round lids on top of the table.

“I launched Muse when I was seventeen years old, it is my skincare brand, and it is very me. I wanted it to be un-complicated and complete,” The young woman explains passionately looking at the camera, “skin is the body’s largest organ, and it is not only your face.” It affects the hair on your face, tucking it behind your ear before going back to the product bottles. “The line goes from body wash to suncream to night-time routine.”  

#Travel Pillow

“If I mess up my neck and shoulder, I am f***ed, my match is over and possibly the tournament.” She holds up a medium-sized pillow to the camera, the pillowcase light pink silk with red buttonholes around the edges and her initials in the corner. “So, this baby goes with me everywhere, it is a memory foam pillow with a silk pillowcase. Best sleep, best hair.”

#Sport Gear

“I generalized here, sport gear, I travel heavy, always,” she points to the array of equipment on the table, “this is my racket, I go to each tournament with around ten of those, just in case I wreak one on the ground,” Y/n passes her hand over the racket, “those are custom Yonex Ezone 98, they made it in Mountbatten pink with some cool pattern and my initials,” she smiles as she pulls the helmet close to her chest, “my helmet, also custom Mountbatten pink, with my initials in rose, I love to try new karting tracks, most people don’t know I used to race karts when I was younger, won a couple of trophies, went as far as F3 before I choose to go pro with tennis, car racing is a huge thing in my family…my dad used to race, my stepmom was a driver, my little brother probably going to be a F1 driver,” she recounts with a smile, “I joked once with my dad that we are at a window that if I have a kid in the next year or two, in twenty years we can have a Wolff’s drivers line-up for Mercedes.” The young woman smirks to the camera. “My dad almost passed out, and now I am not allowed to date until I am thirty.”

#Headphones

“Those are custom made for me, again, they are Mountbatten pink and rose with my logo, super comfortable on the ears, I usually have problems with headphones due to the piercings and earrings, but these didn't give me any problems, they fit well, and I can spend the whole day wearing them." She takes the gadget out of the case, showing the details. “It's not wireless, because I always forget to charge it, so it has a wire, they made this lovely, thick cord that is durable and super resistant,” Y/n wraps the rope around her fingers, “it is noise cancelling and it is always with me before every match as an essential part of my pre-match rituals.”

“The right music kind of puts you in the right mood, I usually go with Eminem in 80% of my matches, I feel like it unleashes my inner fighter, these are matches where I'm not really worried about my opponent, it is just raw and a little bit thoughtless, I just play,” she comments, “when I know that my opponent is going to be hard on the mind games, which is not an uncommon move in tennis, I tend to listen to calmer and more melancholic music, piano, it keeps me in a more peaceful zone, I don’t get pumped up and full of adrenaline, my game tends to be far more calculated…”

 #

“That’s it. Those were my ten essentials,” the young woman smiles, “thank you, GQ, for allowing me to share my essentials, much appreciated, and thank you guys for taking the time to watch it! Much love and see you next time!” The athlete says, blowing a kiss and winking to the camera as the credits shows up.

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 userone

i was todays yrs old when i found out that tennis superstar Y/n Wolff is the eldest child of THE Toto Wolff

            user1

            From what little she talks about her dad here, u just get the vibes that Merce boss Toto is a softie girl dad, he keeps her favourite candy in his offices and forbids her to date until she’s thirty, this is so sweet

haterone

a billionaire’s nepo baby, talking about her millionaire friends and her unrelatable lifestyle and things

usertwo

Y/n’s hair is probably the healthiest hair i ever seen i need her hair routine

userthree

I am so obsessed with her career! I want to see her continue to succeed and be one of the biggest tennis players of all times. She deserves it. Such a talented, humble kid.

userfour

i loved hearing her talk about her family and friends!!! it is so crazy that she is close friends with a bunch of F1 drivers.

            hatertwo

            Not so crazy since she’s literally a f1 nepo baby, her daddy is part owner of Mercedes.

userfive

She's like that one super popular chick in school who's actually a total sweetheart.

usersix

I totally relate to her being a sweet tooth

@userseven

I love that she was not talking to the camera. She was actually talking to the people there behind the scenes

usereight

i love how a lot of these items are usually a stereotype of being pretentious—a vintage cartier cigarette case, a film camera, a leather bound custom hermes journal, art supplies--but she talks about all of them with such genuine interest and attachment that it doesnt seem pretentious at all

usereighteen

U r the one name dropping the brands she uses…

usernine

Her nicknames for Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz Jr and Pierre Gasly… I died dead…

            user9

            The fact that she’s gushing about lando and being so sweet about her childhood crush on him oml

            user10

            Omg it is so cuuute!!! Like, she had a crush on little Lando and not McLaren glow up Lando Norris

            user11

            I used to be so conflicted shipping her with the drivers, because she dates that tennis player, but her insta has a bunch of her and Charles and her and Pierre and her and Lance and it is so cute and kind of gives such soft vibes, those boys look half in love with her in most pictures, also ...the chemistry. but seeing the way she talks about Lando… they r my new diehard ship…

userten  

Are we going to ignore that she confessed that Lando Norizz was her first crush???

            user1

            They would be so cute together… and they ate both single now… at the same time… we can dream…

            user12

            i went ten steps further and in my head, they are already getting married and having cute future Mercedes world drivers’ champions…

user13

 Can we already dream of Lando at Mercedes???

usereleven

Ok… but didn’t Lando once commented like, very briefly, in a McLaren video, that he used to have a crush on a girl that used to go karting with him??? The girl who wore red ribbons in her hair… do you guys know who uses red ribbons in heir hair since she was an actual baby?? Y/n! There is a pic in her insta of her in a karting track with her dad, and she has red bows in her hair…

            user11

            Not gonna lie… It would be kinda of cute if they actually had a mutual childhood crush and then eventually end up together as adults…

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[Dazai]

A rope for a romantic double— A rare first edition book A unique piece of art Handmade gifts with sentimental value A weekend getaway to a fancy hotel (And suddenly Kunikida finds out his wallet is no where to be seen...)

[Atsushi]

A piece of jewelry (not that expensive, he's broke), such as a necklace, bracelet, or earrings. A soft and comfortable piece of clothing, like a sweater or scarf. A collection of their favorite books or movies. A cute plushie or stuffed animal.

[Chuuya]

Expensive clothes or jewelry Expensive wine The entire set of a manga or series that they're into A big bouquet of flowers/money along with a cute plushie A reservation at an expensive restaurant A getaway vacation Couple rings A custom-made necklace with their name on it A mixtape or a photo album of his favorite memories with them (Someone stop this man pls! I'm jealous...)

[Akutagawa]

(He surely asked Gin to help him.) Books...? Gadgets, maybe not... Something handmade (he probably knows how to do the simple stuff) *Gin slapping her face in the background He finally gave you a little bracelet with a lil shiny diamond on it.

[Tetchou]

Food... your favorites of course.

[Jouno]

Cute accessories like hairpins or hair ties. Luxurious clothing, like a dress or a nice outfit.

[Fyodor]

New instruments if his s\o is into any of them. If his s\o is into writing, he would buy tons of new notebooks and other writing stuff for them. Would buy a lot of high quality stationary for his s\o Would buy them a brand new expensive outfit, if his s\o is into clothes at all New books in case if they are a reader Would buy them a bunch of chocolates and whatever their favorite snacks are

[Nikolai]

Probably very fancy food stuff. He'd get them (stole some things) like high-quality silk and velvet clothes, like fancy dresses or suits, and he might even get them a really expensive piece of jewellery like a gold necklace. Nikolai would want only the best for his s/o.

[Sigma]

A piece of artwork or home decor like a painting or sculpture. A high-end coffee machine or espresso setup.

[lovelyjj]

You know that one scene in walk to remember the play where he kisses her in the play even though it wasn’t part of it I think that would be so cute with jj and like the reactions that come with the scene honestly the whole movie expect the ending let’s skip the ending the play and the posters they make his character gives jj vibes

a walk to remember

jj maybank x reader

wc: 1.5k

The play was going pretty smoothly. You were singing your solo. You were wearing a beautiful light blue silk dress and JJ was practically drooling. You looked so pretty like an angel sent from heaven above. And your voice alone was simply breathtaking.

JJ was watching you sing in awe. He couldn’t believe his ears or eyes for that matter. Your voice was making him feel things. As you sat down and sang the last bit of the song JJ watched you intensely.

When the song has finished JJ leaned over and placed his lips on yours. The kiss was quick and soft but you still felt butterflies erupting in your stomach. It was also extremely tender. You were very surprised that he kissed you. JJ was nervous to kiss you but when it happed it felt right. Like your lips molded perfectly together.

JJ’s chest was warm and he felt tingly throughout his body. Your heart was palpitating. Your lips were locking together. JJ’s head lingered in front of you as he looked into your eyes after the kiss and then the curtains closed.

There were a group of girls in the audience that let out a huff and rolled their eyes. Your father who was also in the audience put a hand over his mouth in surprise and concern.

After the play JJ tried his best to get you to talk to him. You were still mad at him for embarrassing you in front of his friends.

JJ was at the lockers with his friend group when you asked him if you’ll see him after school to practice for the play. His response was “in your dreams.” His friends all laughed. You embarrassed nodded your head and walked away.

You weren’t ready to forgive him just yet. JJ made multiple attempts to try and talk to you but you shut him down each time. It wasn’t till he showed up at your house with a gift for you that you started to think maybe he really was sorry.

The evening air was nice so you decided to sit on the porch and read. What you didn’t expect was for JJ to be walking up your porch steps with a bag in his hand.

“You,” you stated.

“Me,” JJ responded.

JJ pushed the bag out in front of you and you asked, “What is it?”

“I got you something,” JJ spoke as he handed you the bag.

“Thank you.”

“I’ll see you at school,” JJ said goodbye.

As JJ walked away you opened your present. It was a necklace with a shark tooth hanging from it. It looked like he made it. It was a purple rope with a shark tooth charm. You assumed it was real.

JJ was halfway down the porch steps when your father came outside.

“Mr. Maybank,” your father called.

“See you later, Mr. Y/L/N,” JJ responded.

Your father walked over to your place on the bench and sat down. JJ had driven away.

“That boy is bad news,” he stated.

“Dad,” you whined.

“No y/n I’m serious. Boys like that have… they have expectations.”

“Ok and?” you replied.

“Listen. I just want you to be careful.” Your dad warned.

“Dad it’s just a necklace.”

Your dad nodded his head but looked like he was deep in thought. You told him you were going inside. You went in your room to put on the necklace, feeling happy.

——————-

At school a few days later you were walking down the hall when JJ’s ex girlfriend came up to you.

“Y/N, Hi,” she greeted.

“Hi,” you responded.

“Listen, I just want you to know, no hard feelings. JJ and I are way over.” She explained.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” you confessed.

She nodded then said, “Y/N. You’d be so beautiful if you knew how to do your makeup.”

“Come on, eat lunch with me,” she insisted.

You walked into the lunch room with her but you couldn’t help but notice everyone laughing.

“Wow. Is that you?” she asked holding a piece of paper.

It was a picture of your face on another woman’s body in a bikini. The picture had the words “virgin mary” on it.

“Nice bod,” JJ’s ex girlfriend teased.

You were horrified. Everyone was laughing at you! Your breathing started to become small and shallow as well as short. Everyone was looking at the poster or you and it made your skin crawl.

You turned around to run away but you were met with a hard chest.

“Whoa. Whoa, Whoa, whoa.”

“Look, this is about me, ok?” JJ reassured.

“This is not you.” He explained.

“Stay here,” JJ soothed.

JJ grabbed the poster out of his ex girlfriend’s hand and walked up to one of his friends.

“Hey, man. No wonder you been keepin’ her locked up, man. I had no idea that this was underneath all that.” His friend laughed.

JJ shoved him. Then JJ punched him.

“We’re through!” Dean shouted.

“That’s great,” JJ responded.

“We are through forever!”

JJ walked over to you and cupped your face with his hands on ether side of your face.

“Are you ok?” JJ asked.

You nodded.

“You made a mistake JJ,” Dean yelled.

“You sure? Let’s get the hell out of here.” JJ insisted.

Once you got out of the school and outside JJ was very attentive.

“Baby, Baby, I’m sorry.” JJ apologized.

“Ok? They’re animals all right?” JJ expressed.

“You want me to take you home?”

You nodded your head trying to wish away the tears in your eyes that were tempting to slip down your cheek.

“alright let’s get out of here,” JJ soothed.

When you finally arrived at your house you and JJ were parked right outside sitting in the car.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” JJ fussed over you.

“Mm-hmm. Im fine. Thank you for everything.”

“Oh, you’re welcome.”

“Hey… Um… I wanna a-ask you something.” JJ stuttered.

“Ok.”

“Will you go out with me? On Saturday night?”

“I’d love to,” you said enthusiastically.

—————-

JJ took you to a nice fancy outside restaurant. You were wearing a pretty blue dress with white flowers on it, with a white sweater. JJ noticed how you were also wearing the necklace he gave you. That made him proud and happy.

“Are you sure this is ok? This place is really nice,” you were worried that he was straining his wallet.

“Yes it’s fine get whatever you want,” JJ smiled.

After looking over the menu and ordering sweet teas you looked over and saw a few old couples dancing. This made you want to dance with your date. You waited till after your meal to ask JJ.

“Would you like to dance?” You asked after the waiter took your plates.

“Um sorry, I don’t dance.”

“Me neither. I mean… not usually in front of anybody,” you explained.

“Well no, I mean, I… I don’t at all. As in, I can’t.” JJ responded.

“Everybody can dance. Come on, you can’t be that bad.”

“Please?” you begged.

“For me?” you asked.

“Come on.”

JJ caved. He caved because he would do anything to make you happy. He would do anything for you and anything to see you smile. The two of you went on the stage and slow danced.

You laughed at JJ as he stepped in your toes. The closeness of the dance made your cheeks turn pink.

“So what are your dreams?” You asked.

“Hmm my dreams, maybe get out of OBX, go to Yucatán, surf all day.” JJ smiled.

“What are yours?” JJ questioned.

“Let’s see. Read a lot of books, travel the world, I want to be more confident, get a degree, ya know the same ambitions as everyone else.” You listed.

“Those are good ones,” JJ complimented.

“Yours at good too,” you added.

You and JJ fell into conversation about anything and everything as you danced. There were lights around the stage that added to the atmosphere.

After you were done dancing JJ drove you to the pier. He parked in a parking spot that overlooked the ocean. Then he got out temporarily tattoos.

“Okay butterfly, rosebud or star?” JJ asked.

“You choose,” you responded.

“Butterfly,” JJ chose.

“Ok.”

“So… where do you want it?” JJ questioned.

“Right here,” you said as you pulled your dress sleeve down and shoved your shoulder forward to give access to the back of it.

JJ used a wet rag to place the tattoo on the back of your shoulder. Then when it was done and revealed a beautiful dark butterfly he blew on it for it to dry. You loved it.

Then the two of you started to walk around the pier. It was dark, but you enjoyed the night air as you walked and talked.

“I might kiss you,” JJ announced.

“I might be bad at it,” you worried.

“That’s not possible,” JJ reassured.

JJ kissed you with passion. The kiss was soft and gentle but you felt sparks. Your lips locked together in a heated kiss. It didn’t last too long but it was long enough for your stomach to flip. The night ended with JJ confessing his love for you. And you thought maybe just maybe you could love him back.

[rafesgoldrings]

Drew Starkey characters

Rafe Cameron

* indicates smut 18+ ONLY

Imagines

One Hell of a Night* (ft Poly!Kook Topper and Kelce)

It’s strictly platonic between you and the three kook boys to anyone else, but when you’re alone it’s a totally different answer. A daunting game of cat and mouse lands you in an interesting position one Friday night.

Sex Tape* (Cam boy!Rafe AU)

Rafe agrees to let you be in one of his shows on the agreement he gets to make a sex tape with it…turns out you like being the slutty star of the show

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy* (Cowboy!Rafe AU)

When you see that Rafe Cameron is looking for new ranch hands, you jump at the opportunity. You’ve heard the rumors about him being a cowboy casanova and plan on keeping it professional, but his blue eyes and thick southern drawl make it harder than you planned

Throat Training*

Rafe really likes training your throat hoping that one day he can use it to his full advantage

Let Me Help* (ft Topper and Kelce)

After hearing what JJ and Pope did to Topper, you decide to join in on the plan for revenge. Turns out you like seeing your boys get mean way more than you thought

Princess*

Rafe likes having your throat full. He also really likes making fun of you for it

Lines*

Rafe does lines off your tits

Blurbs

Rafe gets an idea when he sees your silk sleeping mask and it becomes a new thing for you two*

After care with Rafe

Rafe getting you all worked up and mocking your moans*

Car sex with Rafe*

Rafe gets a handjob after you get your nails done and loves how they look gripping his cock*

Rafe likes when you get off on his thigh*

Overstim! With Rafe*

Sub!Rafe*

Comfort!Rafe

“Shh shh baby, I know I know”*

Rafe makes sure you know how much he loves you

Angry Rafe using you to get his frustration out*

Rafe spanking you after you tease him all day*

Getting Rafe’s initials tattooed under your tits*

Mean sex with Rafe*

Rafe x Bimbo!Reader*

Rafe punishes you after you make a snotty comment about his…skills*

Giving Rafe road head*

Reassuring Rafe

JJ catching his kook gf giving Rafe road head*

Trophy wife!Reader

Original trophy wife request*

Rafe gets a blowjob while on the phone*

Rafe spoils you at the spa and finds himself roped into a couples massage*

Rafe fucks you on the new guys desk to show him who you belong since he doesn’t seem to understand*

Rafe buys you a diamond necklace with his name on it

Rafe takes care of the creepy guy that won’t leave you alone at work when things get physical*

Rafe finds your ‘toys’ and uses them against you…literally*

Showering with Rafe quickly turns sexual when he uses the showerhead to his advantage*

You’re jealous of Rafe’s newest business conquest*

The new guy at work treats you like shit not knowing who your husband is*

Rafe keeps his promise of making you beg after the events of the new guy disrespecting you*

Rafe with a breeding kink*

You get hurt at the office and Rafe panics (AKA hurt/comfort)

Teasing Rafe at a business dinner*

Rafe takes care of you while you’re on your period

Taking care of a coked out Rafe

Poly!Kook!Boys x Kook!Reader

How your relationship with the boys started

You tell Rafe he’s your favorite during sex, a little white lie doesn’t hurt anyone*

Growing tired of your bitching when they stop spoiling you for a few days, Rafe teaches you a lesson using his belt*

The boys find out you’ve been lying to them about who’s your favorite and plan their revenge*

The boys handle a pogue that made you uncomfortable. Nobody touches their girl and gets away with it

The boys have a game of who can make you come the most and the hardest, you find out and make your own game*

What the boys do when you take too much coke

The time Topper went too far against your boundaries and your other two boys took care of it (1/2)

The time Topper went too far with claiming you and Rafe got jealous* (2/2)

Pregnancy scare

The boys take care of you after you have a few too many drinks*

The boys doing lines off your body*

Cowboy!Rafe AU

Fluffy/flirty moments with Cowboy!Rafe

You pick flowers for Cowboy!Rafe after a long day at the ranch (blushy and shy Cowboy!Rafe)

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

pairing: dom lee know x f. reader

genre: smut— smut with feelings (me being delulu at the end)

word count: ~2.3k

warnings: established relationship— pet names— bondage— toys— oral (f. and m.receiving)— orgasm denial (kinda)— unprotected sex— cum eating— spanking

masterlist

He kissed you softly on the lips before returning to his chair. The chair had a high back and was upholstered with black velvet. The material made a shhh noise as his suit pants slid over its surface. He leaned back, a smirk on his face, admiring his work. You were a few feet away, on the bed. You were on all fours, your weight resting on your knees and elbows. You were bound with black shibari rope. You looked up at him through your lashes, he was staring at you like you were something to eat. Like he was going to absolutely wreck you. His eyes fell to your clothing. You were wearing his favorite piece of lingerie. Violet lace, tied together in the middle by a thin silk string. It barely covered your breasts. A matching violet thong did nothing to cover your sex. Especially with you squirming around, unable to keep still, begging him to touch you. His room was dark, lit only by candles. Though there were many, many candles. Their wax having dropped down their holders, over many uses, to pool on the floor. In the flickering light, your eyes met.

"You’re wearing my favorite." He purred.

You nodded, unable to make a noise that wasn’t a whimper. You rocked forward and back on your knees. He flexed his hand that was resting on his thigh. Three of the five fingers on that hand were adorned with silver rings, and a small silver chain dangled from his wrist. Thick veins ran up the back of his hand, up his forearm, and disappeared under his shirt cuff where you couldn’t see them anymore. As if he was itching to swat your backside, he flexed his hand again, before balling it up into a fist. His other hand was busy undoing the top few buttons of his white dress shirt. Through the small gap, you could see the thin silver necklace that matched his bracelet. The long chain lay against his heaving chest, mingling with his limited chest hair, as he took deep breaths. You couldn’t see it, because it was hidden by his shirt, but there is a small charm on the end of that chain. The charm had a simple engraving of your first initial.

He leaned to one side now, the fisted hand relaxing and sliding into his pocket. He pulled out a sleek, black iPhone. Is he going to take your picture? You didn’t care. You trusted him fully, and if he wanted to take a picture to remember this moment, then you wanted him to have it. But instead of raising the phone to point the camera in your direction, he started swiping through apps. He found the one he wanted and opened it. He laid the phone on his thigh and you could see there was nothing on the screen but a graphic of a shiny gold button.

"Do you know what this button does?" He asked.

You shook your head, no.

He leaned forward, presenting the phone to you.

"Would you like to find out?" You looked at him, unsure. He slid the phone onto the bed so it was resting underneath your tied hands, which now hovered over the screen. You looked down at the phone, then back up to him. He ran the tip of his nose up your arm, and kissed your shoulder gently.

"Go on, baby." He whispered in your ear. "Press it."

You brought your hands down, and with all the courage you could muster, pressed the button quickly. You gasped. The small toy he had inserted into you, after tying you up, gave a quick buzz. He chuckled darkly at your reaction. You pressed the button again, longer this time, holding your finger on it. The toy buzzzzzed inside of you, sending shivers through your whole body. You moaned, thoroughly enjoying the sensation. He leaned forward and snatched the phone from your hand.

"Ah ah ah," he scolded. "Let’s not get carried away."

He sat back in his chair, watching you. He pressed the button a few times in quick succession. Your body flinched and shook with the vibrations. You whimpered and looked at him pleadingly. He held his finger on the button for a few short seconds. Your back arched, your eyes screwed shut. You whimpered once more when he removed his finger from the button.

"Poor baby," he teased. "Do you want me to keep pressing the button?" He pressed it once quickly as he said the word ‘button’. You gasped and nodded vigorously. He pressed it again for a few seconds, moans falling from your lips.

"You look so beautiful, kitten. Tied up and moaning for me." His words made you clench around the toy, which buzzed as he held the button. He continued holding it, the longest he had yet. No longer able to stay upright, one of your hips hit the bed. Now facing him, your tiny silk string had come undone, revealing your breasts to him. He released the button. You were breathing heavily. He knelt next to the bed, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss. His soft lips kissed from your mouth, down your neck, until they found your breast. His quick tongue lashed out at your nipple. Your head fell back, eyes closed, in bliss. He sucked your nipple into his mouth and pressed the button. He hummed his approval at the sound of your moans, causing vibrations on your breast that matched the ones at your core. He released the button and you fell back on the mattress.

He stood and you grew cold without him near. He walked to the foot of the bed, and ran his fingers up and down your left calf.

"So beautiful." He whispered to himself. You pulled your knees toward your chest, revealing your sex to him. His pupils dilated. He got on his knees. "I love playing with you, kitten." He said, his warm breath brushing across your clit. You lifted your hips slightly, bringing yourself closer to his mouth. He pulled back.

"Don’t get greedy, baby. You will get what I give you, when I give it to you." He scolded, and then smacked you in your most sensitive area. You yelped.

"These panties look so pretty, shielding your little pussy, but I think it’s time to take them off." He pulled your thong down to your ankles. Now fully exposed to him, he leaned in and licked a stripe from the toy up to the top. The feeling of his tongue on you making you buck your hips again. He gave you another smack on your now naked pussy.

"You taste so good, princess." He moaned. He was slowly loosing his composure. He licked another stripe, then flicked his tongue across your clit, and pressed the button. Your stomach tightened and you nearly screamed. He kept his finger on the button and his tongue kept pace. You could feel your release building inside you. He could hear it in your moans that you were close. He released the button and pulled away. You whined.

"Don’t you whine at me." He warned, standing up. "I’ll let you cum, but I want to see your face when you do."

His thumb found your clit and began to rub circles, while his other thumb pushed the button. You moaned and your back arched, pushing your breasts higher. You could feel it building again.

"Go ahead, baby." He encouraged. "Cum for me."

And you did. Your body trembled with the release of it, your eyes scrunched shut, hands balled up into fists.

"Good girl baby. Your so pretty when you’re cumming." He said, releasing the button. You relaxed on the sheets as you came down from your high. He slowly pulled the toy out and placed it on the bedside table. He walked toward your head.

"When you’re ready, get back on your knees." He commanded. You did as he asked. Now level with your face, he started undoing his belt. You could see the bulge in his pants and your mouth started to water. You love it when he lets you suck him. It’s your favorite way to please him. He pulled his cock out of his pants and started stroking it slowly.

"Open." He commanded, and you did so immediately. Enthusiastically.

"So eager." He teased. "What a good girl." He put his hand on the back of your head and guided his tip into your mouth. You moaned at the familiar taste of him. He slowly pushed his length in to your mouth until his tip touched the back of your throat. You gagged and he pulled out a little. Then he repeated the process. After a few thrusts, he shoved his cock as far in as he could get it. You sputtered around him, spit dripping down onto the sheets. His head fell back. "Fuck." He exhaled. Then he suddenly pulled all the way out, leaving you empty. He knelt down and kissed you deeply.

He then walked around the bed, removing the rest of his clothes, and aligned himself with your entrance. Your heart quickened with the anticipation.

"Are you ready, baby?" He asked, rubbing his tip up and down through your wetness. You nodded. "Tell me." He said.

"Yes please." You said, shyly. "I’m ready. Please." You begged. He grabbed your hips and slowly pushed all the way inside you, until his hips were touching your ass.

"You feel divine, kitten." He moaned. But, he didn’t move. He stayed still for a moment and let you adjust to his size. You kept clenching and unclenching around him.

"Minho.." you moaned, pleading.

"What is it baby?" He answered.

"Please.." was all you could say.

"Okay, honey." He said sweetly, rubbing up and down your back. He grabbed your hips again and started thrusting in and out. His pace was slow and hard. He thrusts were powerful, his fingers digging into your skin, surely to leave a bruise. You didn’t mind. You loved it when he marked you.

"Fuck." He moaned, quickening his pace.

You were a moaning mess beneath him. He leaned down, wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling your head back.

"Does that feel good, baby?" He whispered in your ear.

"Yes!" You moaned.

"Do you like it when I fuck you?" He breathed.

"Yes! Yes!" You answered.

"Yes, what?" He ordered. "Say it, baby. You like it when i fuck your sweet little cunt?"

"Yes, sir!" You moaned. "Feels so good."

"My cock drunk little slut, takes my cock so good." He said, thrusting harder.

He released you with a grunt and you fell forward onto the mattress, he spanked you, hard. "Mmm"he growled., and spanked you again. "I love it when your pretty ass turns red, baby." Spank. "You’re such a good girl letting me use you like this." Spank.

"Oh my god." You moaned.

"That’s it baby." He said, thrusting into you. You could feel your orgasm building.

"Minho.." you whimpered.

"What baby?" He asked, sweetly. "Are you going to cum?"

"Yes please, sir."

His thrusts were getting sloppier, his breathing ragged. He was getting close too. "Go ahead baby. Cum on my cock."

You clenched around him, squeezing so tight. "Fuck!" He yelled.

An intense orgasm hit you then. "Thank you!" You moaned. "Thank you, sir! Thank you. Thank you."

"You’re welcome, sweet girl." He said. "Keep milking my cock. Do you want my cum, baby?" He asked.

Still convulsing, you managed to moan out a "yes, please." And with a growl, he released inside of you. He buried himself as deep as he could and froze, riding out his orgasm and emptying himself into you. He leaned down and kissed your back, then your shoulder.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked, breathless.

You nodded, unstable to speak. He kissed your back again and then straightened. He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you empty and a wave of sadness came over you. You could feel his cum leaking out of you and onto the bed. He knelt down so his breath was hitting your tired pussy. He used his finger to scoop up his cum and put it back inside you. You moaned into the sheets. He kissed your thighs, kissed the red handprints on your ass, and then licked your clit quickly before sticking his tongue in your dripping hole. He licked your walls and you shivered around him.

He pulled away. "Both of our release taste so good when they’re mixed together." He licked his lips. He untied your ankles and rubbed where the rope had been. He kissed each ankle before crawling on the bed next to you and untying your wrists. He kissed those as well before pulling your limp body close to his chest, squeezing you tight. You kissed his muscled chest.

"I love you." You said, your voice muffled against his skin.

"What baby?" He asked, pulling back and looking down at you softly.

You looked up into his eyes. "I love you." You repeated quietly.

"Oh, baby." He pulled you close again, your face in his chest. His smell in your nostrils, tears leaking from your eyes. You loved this man, so much. It hurt. He kissed your head.

"I love you, kitten." He said into your hair. "My sweet, sweet baby."

You sniffled, still crying slightly. He looked down at you again, using his thumb to wipe your tears.

"Don’t cry, honey. You promise you’re okay? Did I hurt you?" He asked, concern in his voice.

You shook your head no. You willed yourself to stop crying. This was pathetic, crying because you’re so in love. You needed to stop before you chased him away.

He hugged you tight without another word and rubbed your back softly with his fingertips. He kissed your head occasionally, humming a soft song until you fell asleep in his strong arms.

🚨reminder: this blog is 18+ only. i’ve been getting a lot of new followers (which i greatly appreciate) but if there’s no age identifier on your blog, i’m blocking you no questions asked. (for my own sanity and peace of mind.) ik some people don’t actually go to my page to read the warnings, so im going to start attaching a warning at the bottom of all my posts. thanks for understanding. 💕

[vikwrites]

" DAEMONUIUM " - Tony Stark

Chapter Summary ➣ The Fall of Stark Castle. Pairing ➣ Fallen Prince!Tony Stark x Reader Word Count ➣ 611 words Chapter Warnings ➣ Medieval! AU, Slow Burn, Violence, Major Character Death. Author's Notes ➣ An idea by @welldonekhushi, a bit different to what I usually write, next chapter will hopefully provide more context. Thank you to my lovely beta reader @nicoline1998enilocin <3

Prologue - Overture

The rope felt rough against the Prince’s neck.

Tapestries of silk, once proudly displaying the kingdom’s colours and emblems, have been shredded from their rods, some burnt into meagre piles of ash; the rest torn by the passage of time and faded by the harsh sun. 

The throne, once a shining beacon in the grand hall, now stands in solitude. Its layers of gold leaf have been stripped away, revealing the cold iron underneath. The brilliant gemstones that adorned its surface have been pillaged and looted, leaving only empty settings behind. The rows of stained glass windows, each depicting a moment of the kingdom's triumphs, are now shattered, their intricate designs marred into shards. 

The peasants stormed the palace. They came in hordes of near thousands, pitchforks and flames in hand. The grand doors splintered under their force, crashing open to reveal the opulent corridors within. The echoes of their cries reverberated off the stone walls as they surged forward, a seething mass of defiance against the monarchy. The nobles, once standing proud and untouchable, now cowered in their gilded chambers, the unfortunate ones having been slaughtered in cold blood.

The same could not be said for the Prince. For he ran, like a swift wind through every nook and cranny of the castle — up twisting stairwells, down spiralling towers — the peasant’s voices like cries of the damned — the walls quaking with emancipated rage, like the first leak in the wall of a dam, forewarning that nothing could hold for long. His patterned robe dragged upon the floor, stained red with blue blood.

His legs could only carry him so far; he found himself perched at the edge of the turret, overlooking the dark horizon and the sheer drop into the ocean below, the waves crashing against the splintered rocks. He could hear the peasants’ voices as they approached, drawing closer by the second. It dawned on him that death was not a matter of when, but how.

“ There he is, ”  — fear became a tangible, living force, creeping over his figure like some ravenous beast, holding him in a standstill — “ Seize him! ” 

The Prince was bound; not by silver shackles or golden chains, but by simple rope. He was marched like cattle out of the palace gates, being put on as a barbaric display of irreverence; a sovereign turned laughing stock in the span of a night. The peasants scrambled like rats, just for the chance to witness the spectacle. 

Amidst the crackling of bonfires and the scorching heat. His body trembled with cold, but his mind burned with anger — with memories of the firelight still drifting like phantoms in his brain. 

Tears fall from the Prince’s eyes. They meander down his cheeks. 

That fateful second before the floorboards dropped, the Prince pondered if he had anything left to save in death.  He stands in solitude on the gallows. While the Cardinal recited blessings in Latin, the words in the people’s mouths were nothing but curses, laced with vitriol and the name of the Devil, lashing out like a bitten and cornered dog, condemning him to the deepest rings of Hell.

The creak of the floorboards, the roar of the crowd — these were among the last things he would hear before he died. His eyes did not bear remorse; instead, they held shame, to be stripped from the high chambers of the castle and reduced to the same fate as a lowly outlaw. 

What he’d give to be a young prince again, adorned with jewels and veneration — now he’s traded in his necklace for a noose — 

The Prince took his last few straggling breaths, and the floor gave way beneath him.

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[predalien]

Not so much of an ask but it can be;

The human mate of a yautja turns out to be quite the pup magnet with the amount of mom/cool aunt vibes she gives off. The little shits, albeit adorable, are always messing with her hair, the babies (who are born blind, something she learned during her time at the village with the mothers) that some of the mothers in the clan allow her to hold like to pat her cheeks and mouth and click and chirp in confusion when they can’t find her mandibles (they probably think she’s deformed and ugly as sun lol), and the older like to play fight her and she always gives them one of her braided bracelets or beaded necklaces but that only encourages the others.

Back on earth, she was a gymnast and did aerial silk rope dancing, something that really hasn’t changed since meeting her mate and coming to Yautja Prime as she still practices. Some of the mothers of the clan have taken noticed and even asked her to teach their pups, which she wholeheartedly accepted.

[logandria]

The Private Garden mini collection is here!

The subtly suggestive Private Garden print imagines the aftermath of a lovers' afternoon spent in seclusion in their secret garden. The lovers have left the scene, and what remains in the millefleur-style lush grass and flowers are subtle hints of their time together: tangled shibari rope, a leash and collar, a padlock and key, a pearl necklace, and a tube of lipstick, among other things...

The silk scarf: https://logandria.com/colleictions/silk-scarves/products/private-garden-silk-scarf

The silk/cotton pillowcases: https://logandria.com/collections/bedding/products/private-garden-silk-pillowcase

[ice-creamforbreakfast]

::Download:: (Patreon - Available for all 23th March 2023)

If The Sims series has given us anything, it's good villains. This set is inspired by some favourites across the series; Vita Alto (TS3), Lily Feng (TS4), Count Vladislaus Straud IV (TS4) and possibly the most evil, Angela Pleasant (TS2).

Item descriptions below the cut:

Vita Dress - A Maxi Dress with bishop sleeves and embroidered details on the collar, sleeve and waist

Verdlana Hair - A low, braided bun with volume in the crown and a centre part

Vittoria Pendant - A rope chain pendant with tassel

Vittoria Earrings - Tassel drop earrings

Victoria Dress - A patterned silk dress with open cape sleeves

Serpentine Necklace - Sneklace in precious metal with gemstone inlay eyes

Serpentine Bracelet - Coiled bracelet in precious metal with gemstone inlay eyes

Arabella Earrings - Gemstone earrings with fringing detail

Vlad Smoking Jacket - Who says cleavage is just for women? Not Vlad. Smoking jacket in a variety of patterns with quilted collar and sleeve trim

Vlad Teeth - Double fangs in four options. Two bloodied and two with rather undead looking gums

Angela Dress - Deceptively sweet looking off the shoulder 50s prom dress

Heuchera Earrings - 50s/60s style bakelite earrings with some painted options (including two cursed surprises)

[dozydawn]

Monet Aqua Glass Cabochon Silk Rope Necklace

[sclaceway]

–CHLOE HARRINGTON

FULL NAME: chloe grimm harrington NICKNAMES: chlo, grimmy, princess, chlostar AGE: 38 GENDER IDENTIFICATION:  she / her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS: married single NEIGHBORHOOD: beachwood OCCUPATION: plastic surgeon at woodside medical center POSITIVE TRAITS: ambitious, resilient, compassionate NEGATIVE TRAITS: detached, workaholic, stubborn PLACE OF BIRTH: rochester, minnesota LENGTH OF TIME IN WOODSIDE: on and off for four years 

TL;DR: Chloe Grimm, the ambitious eldest child of a renowned surgeon and a hospital administrator, grew up in a close-knit family in Rochester, Minnesota. After high school, she attended USC, joined the Alpha Phi sorority, and went on to medical school at Stanford, eventually discovering her passion for plastic surgery during residency. She married a wealthy man and became a trophy wife but struggled with her career ambitions. After her father’s death and her mother’s stroke, Chloe moved to Woodside, Michigan, to care for her, balancing her demanding job as a plastic surgeon with her family duties. Her life is a constant balancing act between her professional success and her responsibility to her family, especially as her marriage grows distant.

AESTHETIC:

pom poms, crowns, scalpels, diamonds, mirrors, spotlight, operating lights, velvet ropes, lipstick stains, scrub caps, sand, long days, messy buns, unlistened voicemails, never taking no for an answer, confidence that could kill, the smell of mom’s homemade chicken noodle soup, needing everything to be perfect, not caring what others think, leaving a trail of broken hearts, sunscreen, stilettos on marble floors, framed diplomas, daddy's girl, tangled silk bedsheets, sterile white rooms, untouched wedding albums, sunkissed cheeks

PERSONALITY:

Chloe is driven, ambitious, and incredibly focused on her career and achieving success. From a young age, she has sought to be the best in everything she does, often pushing herself to excel and standing out in both social and professional settings. Her high level of ambition is tempered with a sense of perfectionism, which sometimes leads her to struggle with work-life balance. Though outwardly confident and polished, Chloe often grapples with deeper emotional complexities, particularly in her personal relationships. Despite her outward confidence, she is deeply loyal to those she loves, particularly her family, and is willing to make sacrifices for them. At her core, Chloe is a mix of fierce determination and a growing understanding of what truly matters, struggling with the pull between her professional aspirations and the need for genuine emotional connection.

HEADCANNONS:

character inspo: mark sloane (greys anatomy),

Even in casual settings, Chloe's competitiveness shows. Whether it’s a family game night or a hospital trivia contest, she refuses to lose.

Chloe wears a simple necklace every day, gifted by her late father when she graduated medical school, as a small reminder of her roots.

She loves luxury travel, always flying first class or staying in upscale hotels. Her go-to travel activity is visiting renowned art galleries or exploring Michelin-starred restaurants.

Chloe is committed to fitness, balancing yoga for mindfulness with intense spin classes to stay in shape and maintain her sharp mental focus.

Chloe’s drive for perfection stems from a deep-seated fear of failure, rooted in her desire to meet her father’s lofty expectations—even after his passing.

FAMILY:

MOTHER: stella grimm FATHER: robin grimm (deceased) YOUNGER SISTER: nicola grimm YOUNGER BROTHER: sasha grimm

NOTABLE CONNECTIONS:

HUSBAND:

TIMELINE:

age 0: born january 5th 

age 2: nicola was born

age 7: sasha was born

age 18: graduated high school and started college at USC

age 20: meet her future husband

age 22: graduated undergrad with a degree in biochemistry and started medical school at standford

age 25: married husband

age 26: graduated stanford and started general surgeon residency in Los Angeles

age 27: father passed away

age 31: started plastic surgery fellowship

age 33: passed American Board of Plastic Surgery exam

age 34: moved part time to Woodside

[cassiaorsellio]

17, 18, 20 for the nsfw ask meme for arthur and bull? @freedomcrows

thank you :)

17. What’s their go-to safe word?

Even after years together and I'm sure plenty of opportunities for Arthur to choose his own safe word, they stick with katoh. At that point, it's habit, it's comfortable, but isn't used often. They know each other's limits well enough, but it's a safety net.

18. Their favourite actions during sex—chin-grabbing, hair-pulling, wrists being pinned, etc.

Wrists being pinned or restrained in some way - if not by Bull's hand, then rope or other restraints. Arthur loves getting his hair pulled/gripped/generally played with, particularly when he's giving Bull head or they're going at it quite roughly. Bull digging his fingers into his hips when Arthur rides him, or digging those fingers into his asscheeks as he pulls Arthur onto him, Bull biting him and Arthur biting him back.

20. What do they like seeing their partner in when they “dress-up?”

I can't necessarily see Bull 'dressing up', but Arthur always enjoys it when Bull has the full-body vitaar going on. Judging by the fact he's wearing it in some of the sex scenes, it's safe for non-Qunari to touch once it's hardened, and Arthur likes how it feels to touch. He likes tracing the patterns; it feels almost...meditative? particularly during aftercare when Arthur's not being restrained. Arthur ends up with a penchant for silk robes. They feel nice to touch, easy to slip on and off for a quick cover up if need be, and easy access. He usually wears that with the dragon's tooth necklace and his hair arranged a certain way. Bull doesn't expect any of the stuff Arthur does to get in the mood, making himself look pretty included, but he appreciates the effort. There's been a couple of casualties. And while it's not a 'dress up' thing, Bull will always appreciate seeing Arthur in his riding trousers and boots if he's fresh from the stables before they have sex. The trousers are extremely form-fitting.

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