#The outfit is peak and the colors are so comfy!

[afton-family-askblog]

Here’s my character

OH MY GOD SHES ADORABLE

[eolewyn1010]

Downton Abbey Fashion 12 - post-war outdoors fashion

We have everything from high glamor to realistically shabby today, so let's jump into the younger generation's fashion choices in the second season!

Ah, Mary’s famous red coats. Now, since I’m an honest soul I will admit that she looks fabulous. Interestingly, despite the passionate associations of the color and Mary’s overall temperament, I think she wears this outfit and a similar one predominantly in her loveless engagement with Jorah Mormont Richard Whatshisrank. But anyway, if you have these velvet cuffs and collar, what else do you need? Well, except a matching hat with a silk sash. A shame she doesn’t wear this again the coming seasons, but I guess the waistband dates it too much, fashion-wise.

Gotta own up to my double standards here: A servant or commoner, I would have complimented on such a nice, sturdy, comfy-looking tweed coat. But since it’s aristocratic fashion queen Mary, I’m tempted to ask her why it had to be such a boring thing. Ah well, at least it has some subtle Tartan going for it.

This one isn’t much different, granted, but I feel the collar shape adds a point of interest. Also, the little ear studs plus the feathers on her hat emphasize the red lines in this tweed’s check pattern. Nice.

I did say the asymmetrical semi-cowl collars are something of a Mary thing, so here, have another. Somehow, I feel she should have worn a scarf to this; her neck looks weirdly naked between this and the hat. The hat itself is fine, if not overly flattering.

Speaking of unflattering – this is one of those coats that throw my brain for a loop, because it just doesn’t look like something Lady Mary Crawley would own. It’s this weird khaki brown shade, and it looks undecorated and, most of all, worn. I have no idea why she would keep something that looks so ragged, and maybe she doesn’t, because after her prostration before Matthew, this is never seen again. Symbolism about humility, I guess? Which is why it wouldn’t stick.

The other gorgeous red coat! Well, walking suit, perhaps; the skirt may come in a set with the coat. Anna wears a coat in season that is dark blue, but has this exact two-pointed configuration of the collar in the back. Granted, Anna’s hat isn’t so chic. Look at the cute feathers! Red to match the skirt, burgundy to match the coat, but I also find some useless joy in the little toothed trim around the brim.

And another walking suit, Mary steals the show in the shiniest blue silk. Big-ass lapels are something of a Mary feature, too, although I can’t say it’s not worth it. Why so blue, girl? You look fantastic. Including that cute little brooch she’s put on the neckline of her blouse.

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There’s something about certain combinations of black and white that make me think monochrome is the peak of all elegance. Like this. Lavinia looks great in it, and it’s not even much? The collar is not any special shape, there’s no decoration on it other than the closures of her cuffs; I couldn’t tell you what it is that catches my eye here, but I want this.

If you look at this closely, you can see that Lavinia’s jacket also rocks the aforementioned two-pointed collar back look. Since we already know that part and I don’t know enough about fur to discuss the stola – let’s talk about the cute hat. Sometimes, a little white trim is really all it takes. Perhaps that’s one of the reasons Mary could respect Lavinia, because she’s also a fashion queen.

This jacket looks like it belongs to Edith, and the blouse doesn’t help the impression. It’s strange; these wide collars serve to accentuate Mary’s wide shoulders and make her appear tall and regal, but because Lavinia’s shoulders are narrower, the collar serves to make her look smaller than she is. I should probably not complain about that, as it is the whole point, but I fucking hate how Julian Fellowes wrote her arc. Poor little frail flower, too good for this world. Give me a break.

Another lovely coat! Bit more understated with the brown, but it looks quite comfortable and the golden lapel embroidery pops nicely. Also, I like that, this time, the hat is actually a shade off from the coat instead of tone-in-tone; it gives the outfit a little more color, in this case some red.

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When it comes to Edith’s out-of-place looking coat, at least we get an in-universe explanation: The farmer’s wife on whose farm Edith helps out says that she’s going to need to find something for Edith to wear during work. It’s a ragged thing, but I like it better on her than I did the other on Mary, perhaps because Edith is lovely when she finds joy in something and is flushed with a day’s work well done. Still. Don’t kiss married men, girl.

Let it henceforth be known that I am proletarian trash, for I like this outfit even though there’s absolutely nothing special about it. I don’t know, this knit jacket is so cute. I want one. Also, Edith may be wearing a skirt in the second image, but that in the first? Those are trousers. And she wears them several times during the season, on her bicycle and at work. Sybil, your pantaloon pioneering was not in vain!

Is this corduroy? I think it may be. It feels a tad too green to be brown (you know what I mean), and we get some lovely piping around the collar. Shame that I can’t see much of the hat, but that looks like a red or orange ribbon in the back, so thanks for the contrast point.

Oh hey, is this the same hat? Look, there’s embroidery! And Edith learning to drive is fun, and foreshadows her stepping somewhat into Sybil’s footsteps regarding her curiosity about modern developments and women’s emancipation. As for the walking suit – I feel like later on, Edith chooses decidedly nicer shades of orange. This is a bit too pale to be flattering. Although it has subtle stripes; that’s a plus in my book.

I first thought this was vertical stripes, but the later picture from season 3 proves me wrong; it’s actually plaid. The grey walking suit isn’t really a catastrophe, but it only does so much to keep me interested. I kinda like the flowered blouse, leaning toward art nouveau when most fashion is screaming for art deco around them. The hat is. Fine. Not my personal favorite style, but I do feel obliged to mention the velvet ribbon giving it some shimmer, whereas the one in the second shot it pleated into little squares, repeating the suit pattern.

Return of the pale orange, and of the hat shape that is not to my taste. This walking dress is one of the last pieces of Edith’s daywear that has a distinctly Edwardian feel to it; come next season, she has pretty solidly transitioned into post-war fashions. I don’t hate it; it’s got some pin tucks and all that and doesn’t look bad upon its last hurrah in season 3, but these white sailor collars give a little bit of the impression that Edith doesn’t have an adult sense of fashion. Which she very soon proves wrong, so the sooner Julian Fellowes gives up on it, the happier I will be.

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I really only have one outdoors look for Sybil this season? And then I picked a shot where we hardly see anything of the coat; I must have been unimpressed with it. Sorry. In all fairness, it’s the war season, so Sybil spends most of her time in her nurse uniform. But we get the cutest hat of all! This colorful embroidery is so whimsical! And the tassel in the back that hangs down her neck, that’s also whimsical. I can’t believe we’ll never see that hat again.

[starythewriter]

kinkmas 11 jack harlow X Y/N a cold night turns into a wet dream

WATTPAD

TW: this is for mature audiences only minors do not read or interact.

it was another day of winter, you had gotten a couple of days, off from fliming as you were fliming a show. it was beyond cold, you make some hot chocolate in a gigantic pot. it felt like there wasn’t enough water to fill the entire pot. there was no way you were going to drink that much coffee without feeling miserable, plus you knew what kind of caffeine would be used for the beverage. so, instead you poured some milk and chocolate powder into the coffee pot. you went back up seeing jack still asleep he was so cute and hot at the sametime. he didn’t know that you were watching him when he slept so it was nice to see that you could sneak up on him without him realising. he also looked really peaceful and relaxed while sleeping, but you couldn’t stay long so your eyes quickly turned away. you decided to switch into a comfy outfit with short shorts. you gave him a kiss, he let out a breathy groan, he was still asleep. you smiled fondly you kissed his cheek before he slowly woke up and smiled.

“good morning,” he mumbled before pulling you closer to him. “good morning,” you said back pressing your face into his chest. you felt him kiss the top of your head. “how long did i sleep?” " a lot jack…" you swirled your figure across his biceps. "i think we need to take a bath Y/N"

you smirked, you got the bath water warm, you added some candles, along with some decor and a nice color changing light. it looked perfect to you. you were ready to enjoy the time together. jack hugged you and whispered "your so sexy" you blushed, you both slowly started to undress. you pulled down your shorts revealing your black panties, which were pretty loose, you also wore white lingerie underneath them. you took off your shirt showing your breasts to jack. he stared in admiration. he had nothing on, you both got into the giant bathtub together.

jack started to kiss your stomach. he gently rubbed your nipples making you moan softly. he continued kissing further down until he reached your bellybutton. he then licked around it. he made circles around it and you let out moans again. he moved lower down to your navel before continuing down your abdomen and legs. he then wet back up kissing your mouth.

you squirmed tightly, you were feeling the strongest bliss ever, he had such a skillful mouth especially when it came to sex. he moved even lower down till his tongue was right on your clit. you cried out his name. you loved when his tongue touched there. you had never felt so good before, you weren't sure whether to push his tongue deeper or pull it out. you chose the former. you pushed against his throat with more force. you kept grining endlessly earning many groans from him "fuck jack you are so talented"

he whispered "in more ways then one" you liked how he would joke around with you, gripped his hair, as you shivered the grand peak was coming. "wait- jack… I want it to last" you said in a soft, lewd voice. he smirked, he kissed your nipples again. he bit them lightly causing you to let out a moan of pleasure. you grabbed his head tighter. this caused his fingers to move quicker. he was doing amazing things to your clit. after a few minutes, he slowed his pace.

before the both of you could hit the peak you stopped, and continued again, but slower, everything in the world including your mind felt like it calmed down. shortly after, you quickened your pace, you both came undone as jack let out a loud groan.

you both sat in the bath rub, as you traced your fingers around his chest to his arms. he did the same planting kisses all over your jaw.

"do you wanna have lunch?" you asked. he nodded "okay" you grabbed his hand and led him out of the tub. you wrapped yourself with an oversized towel. you walked out of the bathroom together holding hands. you sat down at the table eating a baguette with marmite spread over it. jack smiled "your so cute" he said taking a bite out of his sandwich. "and you're handsome" you replied with a smile and a blush forming on your cheeks" the both of you enjoyed the sandwhich along with some ginger lemon tea, it was warm in the house as you had turned on the heater.

you both enjoyed the rest of your day together watching the snow fall.

THE END

[marimayscarlett]

This is gonna sound absolutely unhinged but I'm massively in love with Richard's dorky converse and Adidas pants combo?? Can you show me your favorites of that combo please? I just really love old German dad Reesh, he's so addictive 🥵 especially with a hint of Grey hair peaking out between his dye jobs

Hello! When it comes to Richard's dad-looks, nothing can be too unhinged - I came to terms with my undying love for his dad style and am not ashamed to admit to it 😌 The man should be as comfy and cuddly as possible 🙏 So off to another round of

Richard's dad looks 101

I accumulated my fave dad looks of Richard over here, but here are some more impressions of him in his beloved Adidas pants:

First of all, I know I posted this already, but this is just my absolute favourite dad look of all time (from 2016 in Canada):

I'm not sure if he wears converse here, but he looks so so fine. 10/10 would travel again like this and the Adidas paints are on full display.

Ok, just one more picture of him in this outfit (gonna lose my mind here over a dorky dad but well):

Another go-to outfit with Adidas pants and converse is the white long sleeve and shirt combo:

(A very nice picture to compare the different travel outfits of the guys...)

Also here, small Richard waiting for take off or ready to shower his little daughter with gifts/being her toy-chauffeur (please note the different pairs of converse):

A rather captivating dad-combo, Richard in all black with a hint of red. Like his vampire lord-esque stage outfits, but like the relaxed, off duty vampire so to speak (again, grey and black pairs of converse):

Not only does he have different converse pairs at hand, his pants also come on different colors, for example in dark red, bright red or with green stripes. Gotta stay versatile:

As for grey hair, @notafraidofredyellowandblue got some asks concerning this I think 😊 I found this ones and I must say, I'd adore him going grey someday:

But as long as he perfomes on stage, the black hair dye will probably stay for a while 😌

To end this post properly, have an adorable Richard in his Adidas pants, holding a Matrjoschka with (I think) his picture on it:

[harveyguilleniconodelamoda]

Staple Piece: Black Overalls

These black overalls have made several appearances at cons, events, casual outings, and most recently on an episode of Dropout TV's Um, Actually. It's easy to see why these are such a go-to for Harvey!

They have a relaxed fit through the hips and legs, with the traditional square neck and snaps in front, a single off-center chest pocket, and button-up sides. They're a nice, solid true black (as opposed to a distressed, faded, or stone-washed black), and look so comfy! They're also really versatile, and can become a whole new outfit with a change of the shirt underneath!

These overalls differ slightly from the traditional "workwear" overall in that they have a lower waistline, a small off-center chest pocket rather than the single, centered large chest pocket on most overalls, and a squared neckline in the back with thinner straps rather than the thick v-straps of workwear overalls.

It's hard to say what brand they are or even what material, though they don't look to be heavy-duty "working" denim like something you'd buy at Carhartt. If I had to guess, I'd say a heavier-weight cotton or a stretch denim. The buttons are somewhat reminiscent of Levi's, but it's hard to tell for certain with such a small detail in photos. No logo is visible in any photos I've seen.

Styling

Harvey tends to pair these overalls with various brightly colored shirts and cute sneakers, such as the Converse low tops he sported on Um, Actually. I especially love the blue crocheted crop top option with the cheeky peak of skin on the sides (so much so that I recently tried something similar with my own pair of overalls...10/10 would recommend). It's a look that's adaptable to all seasons and great for any occasion where you want or need to balance comfort with style!

Affordable Options

It was the wrong season to make this post, because I had a terrible time trying to find any good overall options. But I did find a few!

These casual slim fit cargo overalls from Ciciful ($39.99) come in black, khaki, and green and have the single small off-center pocket. They also have elastic in the ankle hems, but maybe you like that! Available in sizes up to 3XL, which fits a 50-inch hip measurement.

The plain patched pocket button-up overalls from Bloomchic ($45.90) have a skinny fit and are available up to size 6X (70-inch hip), but are currently restocking. You can sign up to be notified when they're available!

For a more traditional work overall, Dickies' plus relaxed fit bib overalls ($59.99) are a great option! The black wash is a bit undersaturated, but it's still a nice solid, even color that doesn't look distressed, stonewashed, sandblasted, etc. Available up to size 24W (51-inch hip).

The A3 Denim stretch denim cuffed overalls ($28.99) from Walmart come in sizes up to 26W (56-inch hip) and have a straight leg with a cuffed hem. These are a nice true black with pewter-colored hardware.

[wanderlustmagician]

More Modern AU stuff because I’m too jazzed from getting off work an hour ago Anywhoozle -

Thinking about their styles? Like personal styles and their like careers/lifestyles.

Sky would be all soft hoodies worn under like a bomber style jacket (Sun totally got him that, it’s brown leather with the Hyrulian shield emblem on the back, patches on the front and sleeves of like a Loftwing, a cloud, a copy his pilot wings pin, etc). Baggy pants with lots of pockets, sweatpants, yoga pants, or anything very comfy. Combat boots. Sometimes a beanie, sometimes no. Always looks super soft and comfy, very unintimidating, and squishy. (Misnomer, Skyboi will throw down if you burn through his patience fast enough).

Sky is NOT an active pilot, but he did earn his wings. Skyloft is home to the only Military school that’s solely focused on one branch, it’s their Air Force. So by graduating from Skyloft Academy, he earned his wings. He is considering going to college for a Mechanical Engineering degree. Maybe. He hasn’t decided.

Hyrule is all things that are good to move in. Loose jeans, yoga pants, good hiking boots, loose graphic tees, windbreaker type rain coat. It’s all practical things. He likes the colors red, brown, and green for his clothes. Occasionally orange, if he’s feeling spicy. All his socks are patterned and are in general very silly.

Hyrule is a landscape photographer, but currently in a non professional capacity (to himself). He’s enrolled in online courses for Photography and Photoshop Editing, so he can better himself at his craft.

Wild is that one guy who everyone knows has a lot of clothes, who wears said clothes, but is always seen in the same outfit. He’s a cryptid and loves it. Generally seen in a blue graphic tee, brown pants, and brown hiking boots. I will not go into the contents of his closet at this time, it’s too vast. No.

That said, Wild currently works as a tour guide for the local Dueling Peaks National Park. He takes tourists to the top of the Peaks safely and back down again. He’s currently deciding between a degree of sorts (undecided) or culinary school.

Twilight is (in public) generally in some combination of work clothes. A plain t shirt with either overalls or jean work pants. Everything is stained, ripped, and patched to all hell. He doesn’t care, just rolls with it. When he knows he’s going to be going somewhere with friends, he’ll clean up nice with some good, unblemished by work jeans and a nice shirt (especially if they’re going out dancing). When at home he’s in the few comfy clothes he owns, sweatpants and loose tees, a pair of overalls that Uli gave him once that are soft and patched with cutesy patterns for aesthetic purposes (he knows she gave it to him as a gag, he doesn’t care it’s soft) and Ordon wool sweater. Things like that.

Twilight is in Veterinary school and currently works for the local farm in Hateno. So he’s usually going to school and coming home in his work clothes, doing that school and work grind. It’s not sustainable how he does it, but hell if he’ll stop yet.

Wind is graphic tees with jokes on them, layering shirts on shirts, and cargo shorts. He absolutely wears socks with sandals and crocs unapologetically. If he could wear swim trunks to school, he would.

Wind is still in middle school, so nothing really affects his sense of personal style other than maybe girls.

Four is going wear whatever is most practical for working in the smithy. Other than that PJs. Not in between unless he has to be plussed to find one. It’s very rare when it happens though. I’ll be honest, I definitely have to do more research on smithing and all that.

Time, being retired, tends to wear whatever is comfy and doesn’t require him to keep it clean. He helps out around the ranch and often just wears work jeans and plain shirts. Malon has gotten him a couple of sweaters and when the boys are around, they’ll get him some silly graphic tees.

Time is a retired Ambassador. He mainly is around the Ranch and enjoys making the “trophy husband/wife” comments about himself.

Warriors and Legend both are very into their looks and I’ve only combined them here because I’m still looking into WHAT I want them in. Like Warriors is an Ambassador, he has to look semi presentable all the time and I need to figure that style out. Legend on the other hand just likes to look good all the time but it needs to be practical. He’s a travel blogger, so he needs clothes that hold up to both his standards and what he’s putting them through.

[danger-xylophones]

Pomp and Ceremony Pt. 4

Warnings: fluff, Thurfian, Zistalmu

squishy thrass rights continue

masterlist | chiss

Thrass still wasn't used to being the Mitth principal on negotiations. Which, really, he thought he should be by now. I mean - this was his future after all. He'd climbed the ranks from data siphon to head negotiator in an impressively short amount of time despite what some chiss might consider the pitfalls of his status as a cousin. And part of climbing up the strange ladder of the syndicure was learning to bash heads with other syndics on the regular.

But, he supposed, in his defense that for all the practice he had, nothing had ever prepared him for what to do when your political opponent asks to court you.

He'd accepted - rather excitedly - and now he sat beside you watching a comedic play you'd been telling him about since Oyokal. You, at least, were thoroughly entertained by the comedy of errors being played out on the stage and Thrass got the chance to admire your smile.

Thrass had to admit that he was still a bit surprised by how quickly you'd fallen for him (and vice versa). Yes, he'd thought you were quite attractive from the very moment you were introduced to him as the Irizi principal. But, he'd been prepared to forget your name once everything was said and done - quite certain you'd do the same.

But that's not how it'd played out. No, instead, you'd been just the right amount of vexing to get under Thrass's skin and make a neat little home for yourself in his heart.

And now, here he sat in a stuffy performance hall, in a too small chair, wearing one of his finer outfits, with you leaned over your own armrest to grab his arm as you laughed at the harlequin characters.

And he could already tell that this was going to be one of his fondest memories with you.

When you'd first suggested going to the theatre for your first date (Thrass remembered you placed a certain emphasis on that word), he'd been a bit hesitant to agree. But then he remembered how excited you'd seemed and Thrass relented, passing the reigns to you entirely to plan out the date. And you hadn't disappointed.

At the end of the workday, you'd told him that you were treating him to dinner first at his favorite bistro and that you'd pick him up in an hour. You showed up to his flat a little early, dressed ethereally in a color that charmingly complimented his own outfit and with flowers and a box of his favorite baked goods.

And you'd been so shy giving them to him, confessing later that you'd worried you were being 'too much'. But he'd been charmed and had only continued to be so as the night went on. Dinner was also fun - once free from the expectations of how syndics were supposed to act you'd both opened up and let yourselves joke and bond over little anecdotes about each other. Hells, you'd been enjoying talking to each other so much that you were almost late to the show.

And even throughout the show the two of you had found time to make hushed comments to the other, making each other have to stifle your own giggles lest you disturb the other audience members.

Thrass had to admit he was looking forward to the next date - except he knew that he wanted to plan it and hopefully treat you to as good of a time as you'd shown him. Maybe he'd start by surprising you with flowers in your office and maybe instead of the theatre you two could go ice skating..?

A gentle weight landed on Thrass's shoulder and he glanced down to find your head resting against him. It was a quieter moment on stage, a rare point where the plot was actually peaking through and Thrass was careful to keep his voice very low when he spoke. "Are you alright?"

You looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent, "Yes, I'm fine. Your shoulder looked comfy." You batted your eyes at him. "Is this alright?" Thrass felt his face flush, his mouth suddenly dry. He nodded, not trusting his voice to hold. The smile you sent him was mischievous as you turned your attention back to the stage.

Thrass huffed a little, you vixen. Well, two could play that game. Thrass found your hand resting on his arm with his other hand and gently covered it with his own. He could feel you tense up against him and worried for a moment that he'd gone too far. But, the soft sigh that escaped you as you settled back against him soothed his worries.

He could feel himself smiling, a contented grin that hurt the apples of his cheeks. But he couldn't find it in himself to stop.

The comedy of the play picked up once again and Thrass found himself laughing along a little more freely although now he was mindful of bouncing his shoulders.

At some point, Thrass's ears picked up the sound of conversation - whispered and evidently not meant for him to overhear.

"Is that...Syndic Mitth'ras'safis?" A voice whispered from somewhere behind him. Thrass, for his part, did not show that he could hear the whispered question. But, he knew that if anyone was watching too closely they would have caught the way his head twitched to bring his ear closer.

"I think so..." Another voice whispered in reply. "But I can't tell who he's with."

"Some floozy, probably." The first voice whispered back. Thrass's eye twitched and he had to bite back the urge to snap at the rude chiss.

Thrass was distracted from the conversation by you. Your grip on his hand suddenly grew a little heavier and he glanced down to find you looking up at him with a raised eyebrow.

He leaned down, bringing his lips to your forehead to make sure he wasn't overheard. "We have some gossipers."

If you made a face at that, he couldn't see it. But he did feel you shift against him to snuggle closer and position your ear towards where Thrass presumed the two chatty chiss to be sat.

"They're awfully close." The first voice spoke again, their tone judgemental.

"I think they're cute." The second replied quietly.

"It's unbecoming of both of them."

"Oh, come off it, you old grump. They're clearly in love." The second voice was like a coo and Thrass felt his face warm at the notion that he was already in love with you. Clearly, the comment had caught you off guard as well if the sudden tension radiating off of you was any indication. Despite his better judgement, Thrass allowed himself to lace his fingers with yours. It was supposed to be an act of camaraderie, of gentle support, a wordless reminder not to heed the words of others but he realized a moment too late that you might interpret it completely differently after such a comment.

But...Thrass found that he didn't mind however you chose to interpret it...because he meant it either way.

There was a beat where you didn't do anything and Thrass swore he could hear the gears turning in your brain. But, eventually, you replied by settling back against him and turning your ear away from the gossipers behind both of you.

The play stretched on and Thrass found that he had started to tune out the whispered conversation behind him (only tuning back in when there was an angry 'shush' from another patron).

But, his attention was once again arrested by the impolite conversation as the play was entering its last scene. "Do you think he's with another syndic?" It was the second voice that started the conversation this time.

"Maybe. They're both dressed for the theatre so I can't say." The first voice grumbled, noticeably quieter than any other time they'd spoke - clearly the public shaming had gotten to them.

"They're clearly eager to butt into other's business." Your voice thoroughly startled Thrass and he found himself turning to look down at you.

Your focus was on the stage but it was clear to Thrass that you, like him, had also been entertained by the speculation of the chiss behind you.

Thrass hummed and rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand. "I'd wager they're reporters, then."

He felt you giggle ruefully. "Or syndics, too."

A moment later there was a sound of a blaster shot from the stage and an uproar of laughter from the other audience members and Thrass looked up just in time to see the lights fade, signalling the end of the production.

When the lights came up again and the cast started to emerge to take their bows, Thrass found himself reluctant to release your hand to clap. And, if his imagination wasn't running away with him, he felt comforted to feel you hesitating too.

But, eventually, you did release each other to give the cast their due appreciation for an excellent show. Even if neither of you had really been paying attention towards the end.

When the houselights came up, Thrass rose from his seat and felt his knees protest loudly. But he ignored them in favor of snagging your coat off the back of your chair before you could reach for it. When you turned to question him, he held it open for you and delighted in the small blush he caught emerging on your face.

He helped you into the luxurious, faux-fur garment - a gift from your grandfather, you'd told him over dinner - and couldn't help but admire the way it draped over your frame. Now, Thrass had never considered himself a materialistic man but in that moment he thought that he finally understood why people would lavish grand goods on their perspective partners. There was something gratifying about seeing your partner draped in luxury you handed to them. Maybe a few dates down the line he could buy you some jewelry? Oh! No, your starday was in a few weeks, maybe then? Or would that be too soon?

"Thrass?" The man in question blinked, realizing he'd been staring at you while he was lost in thought. You'd stepped closer to him, in that time and laid a hand on his arm. You looked concerned. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, perfectly fine, darling, just got distracted for a moment," he smiled and took your hand in his, "shall we?" Your face flushed purple and Thrass found himself endeared by the shocked expression now adorning your features.

"Darling?" You repeated, raising an eyebrow at him. Thrass felt an impish smile playing on his lips.

"Yes," he nodded and gave your hand a small tug to encourage you to follow him out of the theatre and to the lobby, "I figure, I intend to inquire after you in the future so, as long as you're alright with it, I should start trying to find a petname for you." Where this sudden confidence was coming from, Thrass couldn't really be sure. Maybe because you'd been so receptive to his advances? Maybe because he felt comfortable with you? Either way, he was eager to let you know his intentions.

You fell silent at his confession and Thrass worried once again that he'd pushed you too far but you didn't retract your hand from his. If anything, your grip got tighter. And by the time the ushers were pulling open the door for the two of you, you'd laced your fingers with his.

The two of you didn't speak as you made your way through the lobby, it was far too noisy with all the over-excited chiss theatre goers clamoring to congratulate the cast on a good show for either of you to hear each other. So, instead, Thrass tried to cut a path for the both of you, perfectly fine shouldering people out of his way while you used his broadness as a shield till you finally made it to the doors that would take you outside.

"Well, that wasn't so bad-" Thrass huffed a little when you both paused outside to collect yourselves.

"Um, Thrass..." you tugged on his arm, making the chiss man turn to you with a hum. But his pleasant disposition vanished in an instant when he followed your gaze behind him.

Emerging from the same doors the two of you had just slipped from were two other finely dressed chiss - too finely dressed. Mitth'urf'ianico and Irizi'stal'mustro. Arm in arm.

They stopped, staring at the two of you and at your still clasped hands.

You stared right back.

They were forced to make the first moves, stepping closer to you and Thrass in an attempt to quit blocking the door. Which inadvertently brought both of them in speaking distance. "Syndics," Thurfian greeted with a courteous bow of his head but he did not meet your eyes, or Thrass's.

"Syndics," Thrass greeted back, tugging you a little closer and almost behind him. Thrass watched you exchange a look with Zistalmu that bled into a silent conversation, but neither of you spoke a word to each other. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening together."

"You as well," Thurfian grumbled and actually curled his arm tighter to his own body, bringing Zistalmu closer to him. Zistalmu threw a furtive glance at you before keeping step with Thurfian.

"Well then," Thrass hummed, giving your hand a little squeeze as you two watched the two older syndics walk away.

"You don't think they were...?" You trailed off and Thrass raised an eyebrow at you. You met his eye with a raised eyebrow. "Could they have been the ones behind us?"

Thrass bit the inside of his cheek and thought back on the two voices. There was a chance... "If they were...I don't think they'll say anything to any media. Especially since we both know what we saw." He grinned and playfully bumped your hip with his, pulling a giggle out of you.

"Thurfian and Zistalmu, I never would have guessed." You hummed thoughtfully.

"Really?" Thrass laughed. "The other Mitth syndics have a running investigation into how long they've been together."

"Truly?" You asked, taking a step towards the parking lot where your sky-car awaited.

"Not on record, of course." Thrass amended, following your easy guidance without a care. Your clasped hands swung between the two of you with each step. "But we have to find ways to amuse ourselves."

"And speculating on the affairs of your syndic prime does the trick?"

Thrass's mouth fell open. "How did you know-?"

"Zistalmu's very picky. He only goes after those with ambition."

Thrass couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Is that what those strange glances were about?"

"Oh, I guess I shouldn't be surprised you noticed that." You chuckled. "Sort of, it was more about establishing mutual trust. I don't particularly like Zistalmu and he doesn't really like me. But a word from either of us that we caught the other on the arm of a Mitth and we'd both be answering to the Speaker." You laughed a little to yourself. "It's an old Irizi trick - those silent conversations. I should teach you some time."

You let go of his hand to open the passenger door to your sky-car for him and gestured him in with a comedic bow that Thrass rolled his eyes at. "Do you Irizi hate us Mitth so?" He asked, chuckling despite knowing the sentiment to be awfully true as he pulled his door shut.

You settled into your seat on the driver's side. "I certainly don't, my dear." Your door shut with a soft slam and you leaned over the center console. "Now, is there any way I could talk you into dessert?"

[urbansainstuff]

Step Into the Spotlight with Retro 80s Vibe High Top Canvas Shoes

Fashion is more than just what you wear; it's a way to express yourself, to show the world who you are without saying a word. The "Retro 80s Vibe" Women’s High Top Canvas Shoes, available here, are a tribute to the vibrant and daring spirit of the 80s, a time when colors were bolder, patterns were louder, and self-expression was at its peak. These shoes, with their bright teal, yellow, pink, and black geometric designs, are not just footwear—they're wearable art.

A Story of Boldness and Nostalgia

Imagine stepping out of your house on a crisp morning. You lace up your high tops, and each vivid color seems to come alive, echoing the creative spirit of the 80s. As you walk down the street, these shoes aren't just an accessory—they're a statement. They’re a reminder of a time when fashion was all about taking risks and standing out from the crowd. With every step, you carry a piece of that artistic energy, the joy of a generation that believed in being different.

You see yourself walking into a coffee shop, the sound of old-school beats playing in your mind. Someone catches a glimpse of your shoes and gives you a knowing nod—an acknowledgment that you’re not just living in the present but carrying a legacy of creativity and self-expression with you. That’s the power of these Retro 80s Vibe High Top Canvas Shoes—they transcend trends, speaking to the soul of anyone who loves a blend of nostalgia and modernity.

Customer Reviews

"I can't get over how eye-catching these shoes are! They make me feel like I'm walking straight out of an 80s music video."

"The quality is better than I expected, and the colors pop just like they do in the pictures. Perfect for anyone who loves retro vibes."

"So comfy and stylish! I get compliments every time I wear them. They bring a smile to my face and a pop of color to my outfits."

Iconic Design That Commands Attention

1. A Blast from the Past: The geometric shapes and bold lines on these high tops are a tribute to the pop art movement of the 1980s, a time when self-expression through art was all about making a big, bold statement. Each color in these shoes tells its own story, creating a visual symphony that’s impossible to ignore.

2. Unmatched Comfort and Durability: Made with durable canvas and featuring a soft, breathable lining, these high tops are designed to keep your feet comfortable all day long. Whether you're exploring the city streets or dancing at a retro-themed party, the high-quality rubber outsole provides the grip and support you need.

3. A Fit for Every Creative Soul: Available in multiple sizes, these high tops cater to anyone who believes in fashion as a form of self-expression. The faux leather toe cap and padded collar add an extra layer of comfort and durability, making sure that your shoes stay as bold as your spirit.

How to Style Your Retro 80s Vibe High Tops

Fashion is all about mixing the old with the new, and these shoes are the perfect fusion of past and present. Here are a few ways to rock your Retro 80s Vibe high tops:

Classic Denim: For a timeless look, pair these high tops with high-waisted jeans and a tucked-in graphic tee. Let the shoes be the focal point of your outfit.

Pop of Color: Pair these vibrant shoes with a monochrome outfit to let them stand out even more. The bright colors will add just the right amount of flair to a neutral look.

Dress it Up: Don’t be afraid to wear these high tops with a casual dress or a skirt for a unique twist on your everyday style. The mix of feminine and bold will make for an unforgettable ensemble.

Why Retro Fashion Will Always Be in Vogue

Retro fashion isn't just a trend—it’s a timeless way to show individuality. The 80s were all about standing out, taking chances, and refusing to blend in. That’s exactly what these shoes represent. When you put on these Retro 80s Vibe high tops, you’re not just wearing a pair of sneakers; you’re embracing a piece of cultural history. They’re perfect for artists, trendsetters, or anyone who appreciates a nod to the past while living fully in the present.

Customer Testimonials: A Reflection of Style

"I’ve never felt so connected to a piece of fashion before! These shoes are like wearing a piece of art on my feet."

"My friends are always asking where I got these. They love the retro design, and I love the comfort!"

"The best part? They go with almost anything in my wardrobe. I can wear them to a casual brunch or a night out, and they always fit the vibe."

Sustainability: A Step in the Right Direction

These Retro 80s Vibe High Top Canvas Shoes are not only a fashion statement but also a sustainable choice. Each pair is made on demand, which means that you're helping to reduce overproduction and making a thoughtful choice for the environment. By choosing these shoes, you’re supporting a movement toward conscious consumerism.

A Perfect Gift for the Creative Soul

Looking for a gift that’s as unique as the person receiving it? These shoes make the perfect present for the artists, the dreamers, and the go-getters in your life. They’re not just a pair of high tops; they’re a symbol of self-expression, a reminder that it’s okay to stand out and be different.

Take the Next Step

The best way to honor the vibrant spirit of the 80s is to wear it with pride. These Retro 80s Vibe high tops are more than just shoes—they're a tribute to a time when being bold, colorful, and creative was what defined true style. Don’t miss your chance to add this piece of fashion history to your wardrobe. Step into a world where every color tells a story and every pattern dares to be different.

Order your pair of Retro 80s Vibe High Top Canvas Shoes now, and let your feet do the talking. Explore more about these iconic shoes here. Let every step be a statement, and let every day be a throwback to the best decade ever.

[razette]

On another note I have a dress that still fits me and I think I would enjoy wearing. I just pulled it out of a box today after not seeing it for several moves, so Im wearing it while I decide whether or not I like it.

My main issue so far is that it is a turtle halter neckline dress with a keyhole boob window. exept the window is a sort of generic unflattering shape you get from shopping at like... target. slap dash fast fashion fit as many ppl as possible choices rather than something more thought out. If it were only a halter-top it would look great. but it isnt and so im not sure how to modify it.

its a short dress, but comfortable. Collar aside, i think it would be great to design a whole outfit around it.

the texture is the comfy sort of velvet like material with a nice shine. the colors are nice neutral pinks and purples. the pattern is what I like to call "flower garden that died at the end of autumn."

I have NO IDEA how to accessorize this. it needs a belt at the waist for sure. The skirt is sort of lifeless and I feel like it might benefit from a layer underneath. maybe something trimmed with a bit of lace that peaks out. I will definitely need some kind of jacket but i feel like the cut of the jacket will male or break it.

[twillactive123]

Leggings and Lifestyles: How Your Pants Reflect Your Passions

In a world where fashion serves as an expression of identity, leggings have taken center stage, not just as comfortable bottoms but as symbols of individual lifestyles. From the gym to the airport and everywhere in between, these stretchy pants have become an integral part of our daily lives. In this article, we explore the diverse roles leggings play in various lifestyles and how they reflect our passions and preferences.

The Evolution of Leggings

Leggings have come a long way from their humble origins as workout attire. Originally designed for dancers and athletes, they have transcended their athletic roots and emerged as a fashion staple. No longer confined to the gym, leggings have made their way onto the runways and into everyday wardrobes.

The Fitness Enthusiast's Best Friend

For those who lead active lifestyles, workout leggings are nothing short of a godsend. Workout leggings, made from cutting-edge materials like twill active, offer the perfect combination of flexibility and support. Whether you're hitting the yoga mat, going for a run, or pushing through a high-intensity workout, these leggings keep pace with your active life.

The Comfort of Comfy Airport Outfits

Airports have become fashion runways of their own, with travelers donning what is now known as "comfy airport outfits" At the heart of these ensembles are leggings. Their unmatched comfort makes long flights and layovers a breeze. But it's not just about comfort; it's also about style. Leggings paired with oversized tees and cozy layers offer a travel look that's as fashionable as it is comfortable.

Matching Gym Sets: Fashion Meets Function

Matching gym sets have taken the fitness world by storm. These matching gym sets coordinated ensembles often include gym long sleeve tops paired with leggings in complementing colors and patterns. Beyond their aesthetic appeal, these sets are designed for peak performance, making them a favorite among those who prioritize both fashion and function in their workouts.

Ribbed Playsuits: A Casual Yet Stylish Choice

Ribbed playsuits are all about embracing leisure without sacrificing style. These one-piece wonders ribbed playsuit, combining the comfort of leggings with a relaxed fit top, are perfect for casual outings with friends or relaxed weekends. They reflect a lifestyle that values both comfort and fashion.

Ruffle Playsuits: Adding a Touch of Whimsy

Ruffle playsuits bring a playful flair to fashion. With their whimsical designs and comfortable fit, they reflect the personalities of free spirits and individuals who find joy in the little things. These ruffle playsuit are all about expressing a fun-loving spirit.

The Elegance of Ribbed Unitards

Ribbed unitards, with their sleek and elegant look, cater to those who want to make a statement. These one-piece wonders are versatile enough to be dressed up for a night out or dressed down for a casual gathering. This ribbed unitard reflect a lifestyle that values versatility and sophistication.

Leggings as a Statement

Leggings have become more than just comfortable and stylish bottoms; they are a statement piece. The choice of twill active leggings can convey confidence, athleticism, a love for travel, or an appreciation for casual comfort. They allow us to express who we are without saying a word.

Conclusion

In the ever-evolving world of fashion, leggings have cemented their place as more than just clothing; they are an extension of our passions and preferences. Whether you're an active fitness enthusiast, a frequent flyer, or someone who values comfort and style, there's a pair of leggings that reflects your lifestyle. So, embrace your passions, and let your leggings do the talking.

[informationalblogs]

Top Popular Festive Special Kids Wear 2023

The options for festive season attire have altered and we all pay particular attention to clothing because it’s called festivals. Everyone desires to appear stunning on special occasions, and the best way to do it is to pay close consideration to your whole attire. Shopping for the kids during this period, though, can be difficult since they require exceptional quality without sacrificing comfort or style. Although fashion changes from season to season, you may have wondered how to get the ideal outfit based on requirements. For example, we can't choose a traditional wear for a night party.

Imagine having 1000+ kids' clothing collections all under one roof and especially for various occasions. Intriguing right?. Styling your child in comfortable and trendy clothes not only makes you feel at ease but also allows your kid to be joyous. At Li & Li, we offer the Best Kids Designer Wear for any special occasions.  We don't compromise comfort and quality our most stunning designs are waiting for you.

We can see some attire options for the great festive seasons for your kids.

Lavender and Purple Ombre Shaded Couture Gown with Handcrafted Flowers

If you're looking for a great gown for your kids this season, then we would recommend choosing one from our new collections. It is a lavender and purple ombre shaded couture gown comes in a Net & satin fabric. It is a full gown in a beautiful combination lavender and purple, ombre-shaded twirled gown. Yoke comes in a Pleated halter neck with handcrafted lavender and purple flowers. Twirled ombre-shaded lavender and purple bottom. Dreaming of this? Don’t put an end to your dreams. Grab your favorite one and check out our more festive wear collections below.

Unicorn color shaded Gowns with Yellow Applique Flowers and Beaded leaves Detailing

Here's the other option, it is a unicorn color gown that comes in a combination of Lavender, Lemon yellow, and Aqua blue. The fabric is a contrast of Net, Satin, Organza, and embroidered flowers. The flower detailing has attached beautifully to the overall gown in a minimal way. So this is a great option because your children absolutely love, its color, and pattern.

Yellow Brocade Gown with Red Peplum Hand Crafted Yoke Part

Wearing traditional ethnic clothing during festivals is a method to acknowledge the traditional values while also demonstrating love, respect, and concern for one another. Li & Li’s yellow brocade gown is an excellent one to showcase your love. It is an ethnic wear gown comes in a beautiful combination of red and mango yellow. The material showcase the beauty at its peak as the material that has used is plain taffeta, brocade & Cotton Lining.

Ombre Bow - Light Lavender and Plum Purple Ombre Shaded Bow Detailing

Every parent wishes their kids to appear as a centre of attraction on every occasion. The overall attire clearly depend on that, and they aspire to be distinctive, unhurried, and at ease with themselves. Here’s another option for your kids. It’s an Ombre bow lavender gown comes in a combination of light lavender and plum purple color. The material used is dyable net crushed Chinon & Cotton Lining. Especially the combination of beautiful colors enhances your kids’ overall look.

These are some of the festive season kids wear options from Li & Li, you can find a plenty of options from our website.

In this festive season, add a dash of sparkle to your children's wardrobe with high-quality, and comfy clothing. You can find the best Designer Kids Clothes Online from Li & Li Couture. We're welcoming you to experience the beauty of our exclusive collections that doesn't compromise style and comfort.

[matchamorphosis]

MS ROSIE THAT HEADCANNON OMFG MAY I PRETTY PLEASE REQUEST DADDY ARI- maybe like hes busy with work but youre really needy so he lets you ride his thigh i lub mean daddy ari🥺<33333

𝐶𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐷 𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑈𝐵

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || Ari hasn’t been paying you much attention and so you take matters in your own hands as well as your short cherry skirt.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || smut smut smut

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || alt. AU — daddy!ari levinson × [black//woc]fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+ nsfw, thigh riding, masochism, kinda dark!ari, spanking, hair pulling, lots of edging, tons of crying, Ari is a big meanie :(( MINORS DNI — 18+ INTERACTION ONLY

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 || candy by doja cat

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || yes jasmeen of course you can!! 🥺💗 i’m gonna make daddy!ari extra mean and dirty for you and i’m gonna add a little bit of bratty reader cause in this house we love mean daddies and spoiled brats! 💗💗💗

Ari’s eyes follow the screen to the stacks of paperwork in front of him. all this was due by the end of the week and he still didn’t file the information from the online form to the files laying on his desk.

there were times where Ari broke some work related limits of hours upon hours of desk work fueled by caffeine and your kisses of encouragement but then again he did have his limits.

these were those times but no matter how much he promised himself he’d take a break, meaning to check up on you and see what you’ve been up to. although time seemed to pass and Ari hadn’t realize that that side note was forgotten three hours ago on the account of his mind relentlessly kept on reeling him back into his paperwork.

the large coffee mug you made him at a pottery class sits besides a stack of files is pushing its fifth refill of the day as Ari pours the remaining bitter black liquid from the coffeepot. the dark black liquid flowing into the yellow painted, honeypot shaped mug.

it makes him smile at the memory of when you gifted it to him, wrapped in sparkly wrapping paper he presses kisses all over your face in gratitude. he always complained on needing a mug since he always dropped them and he was certain to never drop of break this special mug his princess made him.

its sudden with the loose grip he has on the coffee mug that the coffee spills over the brink of the mug and onto a few papers. the action causes Ari to blurt out an aggregated scold before fanning out the papers soaked in coffee to the side near a fan.

sitting back down on his chair his eyes look over the work he has completed. stapling and putting away documents that have been signed and filed out as well as closing off tabs that weren’t important anymore-

he still has more work cut out for him

his rushing thoughts and swift hands bearing a pen and the other a computer mouse, his head shoots up as a rhythm like knock echoes at the home office door. “come in,”

the low rumble of his voice speaks out as his eyes and attention to back on the papers in his grasps. sipping on his black coffee, slightly sweetened in his desired cream and sugar packets, his focus and eyes stick to his paperwork.

the door opens to reveal you, slightly irritated and desperate for attention from your daddy. you were certain with your presence and the way your heels clack against the flooring he would lift his head up. adjust the small glasses on the brink of his nose and acknowledge you, tell you that you look cute today or stop writing all together but it doesn’t spark interest to him at all.

thin spectacles on the brink of his nose, loose curtains of hair rest on the sides of his face. as you take steps closer you can see the worn out exhaustion in his blue hues and the deep darkness of his under eye bags. daddy hasn’t slept great in days, always joining you in bed in the early morning hours and waking before you can. so now knowing that your mission for attention might not be the best idea, you know when your daddy gets like this.

it’s best to leave him work but it wasn’t healthy for him to overwork. it’s stress none stop about getting work done cause it wasn’t good for daddy! and despite you feeling a burn in your belly that you wanted to deny and push aside for him...

even you had your limits of being deprived from his embraces, praises and touches.

a solid three days it’s been that Ari has been glued behind his desk. it irked you how demanding his job was but you had to be his supportive princess, he needed all the support and encouragement. even if it meant to ignore the wetness in between your thighs that needed to be catered and handled by your daddy then so be it...

maybe you can get a bit of attention, a morsel of affirmation from him and you’ll be set to go. maybe you shouldn’t have worn the outfit you have on if you now just want a praise of two but you don’t hesitate to get comfortable. settling in one of the form fitting arm chairs at the far corner of your daddy’s office near the towering bookshelves and his hanged degrees.

admiring how smart and brave your daddy is with his degrees, certificates and honors as you play with the little charm bracelet he gave you. throwing one smooth leg over the other your mini skirt rakes up to reveal your upper thighs but still covering up what little you’re trying to hide. you liked dressing up pretty for daddy and he did to, today was no exception cause you were planning on cheering him up.

when he would finally realize you were here- you roll your eyes as he takes another sip of coffee. taking all your necessities that you stuffed in your Strawberry Shortcake book bag, you laid the elements of entertainment on the coffee table in front of you near the plush armchairs.

one of your lisa frank coloring books being thrown across the expansive wooden tabletop, you take out your bright vivid gel pens and pastel markers from your coloring pouch. and by taking out you unzip the pink pouch and turn it upside down for it all to fall on the table.

the clashing plastic crash of your coloring tools against the polished tabletop alert Ari- his head shooting up as his eyes meet your distanced body uncapping a scented marker and opening a page of the coloring book.

“princess? I didn’t see you, what are you doing here?” his voice breaks as he drops the pen in his hands briefly, softly smiling as he sees your face driven in concentration. his smile deepens when your nose doing the cute little scrunch thing when you’re unsure about something but plan on figuring out.

hair styled in one of your complicated yet sophisticated hairdos, his large sweater he allowed you to wear since the morning still adorns your bodice comfortably. knees bended, he sees them bare but an outline to a crimson red skirt falls on your hips.

it’s a shame Ari couldn’t get up and scoop you up in his arms, play and color with you for a bit without the ball and chain of his work holding him hostage at his desk.

“so now you notice i’m here,” your voice lightly snaps but it’s mellowed as your lips pull into a pout, pulling the strings of his heart. a sense of guilt rises in his chest because he knows he hasn’t been caring for you properly these past few days. without the little moments of meals and getting ready for bed he hasn’t been spending time with you that much.

“don’t be like that princess. daddy just has alot of work to finish-” but you still shake your head, confusing Ari as you cross your arms over your chest.

“but I don’t want daddy to work! daddy works forever! I want special time!” you whine, your eyes tearing up as you slam your hands against the table. making the coloring books, pens and markers quake at your mercy.

at this moment Ari’s at your mercy, and if he permits you to continue this stirring frenzy who knows how much he’s going to spend away from his work to calm you from a potential tantrum. so the words that come out of Ari’s mouth make you hault your next actions of crying and screaming-

the simple notion of, “come here princess, bring your coloring book with you. we can work together,” makes your tears stop falling and your body rising to leap towards him. grabbing your things quickly and making your way to your daddy. it’s now that he sees you in your outfit that has his eyes sticking anywhere else but yours.

a smirk curling your glossy, cherry painted lips you turn around for him so he could see your little ‘outfit’ the flow of your skirt tempting to rise up at the bottom curve of your ass but you’re hoping to save the surprise do what’s underneath it later, “do you like my skirt daddy?” you say, your eyes tracing his and he only but stares at anything else but your eyes.

the rich gleam of your thighs and long legs, the way your chest peaks out through the fabric to his sweater, your tempting glossy lips and those damn heels...

his response is his hands patting down on his thigh, enough to practically make your heart jump at the sight. it’s been that long since you’ve sat on his lap but then again you constantly need to be on it.

a moonlight smile pulls at the corner of his lips when you drop your coloring books and markers on his desk. making sure to not mess up his paperwork with yours, Ari moves his papers to make way for your things.

sighing happily when you settle your bum in between both of his thighs to get comfy. sweet scent of strawberries and cream from your shampoo wafting to his nose and the stark fruitiness of your scented markers mixing with the coffee steam from his mug marry together.

the two of you do your separate jobs peacefully, with the exception of you reaching for his honeypot mug to have a lick of coffee that he tsks at you. moving the mug away from your grabby small hands.

“that’s a big people drink sweet pea. i’ll give you a juice box if you’re thirsty,” but you just shake your head and get right back to shading with your colors.

“daddy may I please play my hello kitty game?” your perky voice starts as you start coloring the detailed tiger cub. emphasizing on the may and please, your daddy was a sucker for good manners and etiquette.

shifting against only his right thigh now, your back hunches to reach the desk with difficulty until he shift to get you comfortable. continuing coloring but your eyes leave once in a while to stare at the keyboard Ari’s fingers clack with each key, “not now princess.” Ari hums and you frown sourly.

the online hello kitty theme park game would be an excellent way to have you distracted as he works but at the same time Ari doesn’t think it’ll be healthy for you to invest that much screen time. and besides he’s working on it, leaning your head on his bicep you let go of that unwanted answer and get back to color tinting and detailing.

Ari files in the margins of the paperwork and writes everything out as you do with your coloring sheets. as the minutes turn into hours, his mug once again being filled with coffee and your sippy cup filled with your juice. you finish coloring page after coloring page and Ari stack after stack of paperwork.

leaving you halfway done with your one hundred and seventy-five page Lisa Frank coloring book and your daddy only one stack of field files. the amount he managed to finish has him impressed of himself and grateful to his special good luck charm sitting perfectly right on his thigh.

“daddy look at all the pages I finished!” you cheer as you pull out the coloring book for him to look over, practically bouncing on his thigh from excitement. the dazzling brightness of your wide toothy smile bringing a large smile to Ari’s face as he takes the coloring book to look over at your hard work.

flipping each page, the drawings and outlined sheets were more colorful and detailed than the last and Ari was indeed speechless and at awe. proud of his creative princess and her clever unique technique with scented markers and glitter gel pens.

“princess these are gorgeous! I have a little artist on my hands don’t I?” Ari grins and his words make the wide smile you have crinkle as your eyes dash away from his flustered.

your bashful state makes Ari chuckle but his eyes don’t pull away to continue analyzing and admiring your work. you indeed did an excellent job at coloring and Ari thought you’d struggle a bit with the detailed sheets of Lisa Frank. the refrigerator tonight will be decorated in these latest masterpieces, he’ll make sure of it.

and you know what? you deserve a reward.

Ari thought and he bends to the side to open the second compartment of his desk just above his organized files. pulling the drawer open, his hands roam over the pens, staples and office supplies in search for the treats.

stopping his short search when his fingers grab the bag of heart shaped lollipops he at times rewarded you when you listened to him extra carefully. he grabs one and brings it up to your eyesight, enjoying how your eyes light up and follow the lollipop with each motion.

starlight eyes widen and focus on the cherry lollipop in your daddy’s grasp then stare up at him again, “is that for me daddy?” you words drip in eagerness, wanting to taste the sugary sweet artificial fruit against your tongue.

Ari’s eyes playfully squint against your mischievous ones, his fingers undo the wrapper and disregard it aside on the desk. wonderstroke eyes looking over the bare heart shaped lollipop, you can smell the tangy cherry and your mouth waters.

although you don’t expect daddy to take the lollipop in his mouth. a pout pulling your lips as you rock against his thigh for a taste and you stop once your daddy takes it out with a smart delightful pop!

“open up for daddy princess,” and you don’t need to be told twice as you open your mouth so Ari could place the heart lolli in your mouth. “tongue out sweet girl,” and you stick your tongue flat out, making Ari smile at your good listening skills.

your glossy lips closing around the sweet candy on a stick, you hum at the sweet taste, “thank you daddy,” Ari simply kisses your forehead before patting your head, getting straight into work.

despite the candy he gave you, you’re still upset he still is ignoring you. by all means you could color as many pages in your coloring book for eternity but they never gave you the same satisfaction then the attention daddy gave you.

being deprived of it, you’ve also been deprived of his cock.

locked away in the depths of your shared bedroom you couldn’t just replace his thick fingers with yours. your pink silicon toys with his cock because they didn’t reach the golden spot he easily could reach. and you couldn’t rub your panty clothed pussy against one of your pillows and pretend it was Ari’s body.

no matter how much you wanted to touch yourself at times- hell you wanted to touch yourself when you were in your playroom this early afternoon. Ari obviously wouldn’t notice since his head was deep in paperwork but you knew you couldn’t break one of his golden rules.

right now daddy was right here, you were sitting on his very lap and compared to him you were a little thing in desperately critical need to be taken care of. your slicked cunt wasn’t going to stop over-examining your daddy’s big arms that caged you in. his large hands that held the pen that looked so small in it as he wrote. his wide muscular chest that you rest your back against.

not to mention the soft and tender caresses of his one hand rubbing your thigh through your fringed scarlet red skirt. soft lips pressing gentle kisses on your hairline here and there along with the scratch of his thick beard. the soft spoken praises he whispered in your ear as you colored quietly for him.

daddy himself made you needy, very needy. because as much as you could sit still and color quietly and be his good girl you desperately wanted to grind your cunt against his thigh.

but then again who were you to ask for permission?

the sudden shift your body has against his thigh doesn’t ring any bells or blast any alarms since he just thinks you’re simply shifting to find a comfortable position.

wandering fingers trace the veins bursting from your daddy’s flexed hands and forearms that grip his pen as he writes. as well as the other that’s hooked around your belly to keep you still, finding the perfect rhythm to roll your hips against ari’s thigh.

holding in a whimper you suck on the lollipop hard, picturing the heart shaped lolli has the tip of his cock but then again it just makes you drip pathetically against your daddy’s thigh even thinking of that. the burning pleasure vibrating at your core as your hips continue to rock onto the denim of your daddy’s jeans. the slick of your pussy soaking your panties and the honey seeps through the crotch of the thin lace thing.

as much as you’re doing a good job at keeping your little sounds to yourself and throwing Ari off at your dirty work as you carry on coloring he isn’t oblivious to the wetness that is drenching his thigh nor your ongoing grind you have on it.

no matter how considerable you told him earlier that you were coloring the page you’re working on for him and how adorable you looked grinding your desperate cunt on his thigh.

you didn’t ask for permission

Ari’s sure if he could lift your body away from his thigh they’re would be a wet patch stained on his jeans. he can hear the sloppiness of your wet folds and slick with each rock your hips have. the smell of your arousal filling his nose, the cherry in your breath as you let out a little whimper. feeling the loose string of your orgasm building in the pit of your belly beginning to tighten as you roll and rock your hips to the lace that makes you melt.

“stop it,” Ari’s low rumble commanded, his hands still writing something but his eyes dash from his work to you. eyes closed and face clouded in lust as you persist your grinding. head and conscious tucked away in your dirty little dream world. Ari doesn’t let the fact that you’re sucking on the lollipop like it’s his cock or the little moans that sound like high pitched hums.

he gave you you’re a reward and he can easily take it away

oblivious of your daddy’s true intention you moan when his hand lands on your head, stroking through your hair until he takes a handful of it and pulls your head back. a gasp escaping your lips, your eyes open and the grind you have on his thigh comes to a crashing stop at the painful tug.

“daddy let go!” you loudly whine. your eyes watering at your ruined orgasm and your hair potentially getting ruined by your daddy’s harsh hold.

another cry escapes your lips when ari pulls your head back even more, causing your back to arch as his breath wafts against your earlobe. “daddy told you to stop, princess. is my little princess a dumb baby or is my little princess too busy fucking herself on daddy’s thigh to listen?”

the coarseness of his remark makes you shiver, a whimper and cry leaving your lips as your eyes water as the hold he has on your hair tightens.

“get your filthy cunt off of my thigh and keep coloring that picture for me. can you do that for me or you going to wander and get lost in that whorish brain of yours?”

rapidly nodding your head up and down and lift your hips over his thigh, your need to please and answer his question quickly makes him chuckle into your hair. although you’re still whimpering and pouting over your ruined hair, you spent all morning making it cute and perfect all for it to be ruined with a single tug from his large hands.

hot bothered breath and searing lips grazing against the shell of your ear causes your wetness to seep and drip onto your rubbing thighs. catching you in the act, Ari’s free hand pulls the skirt above your hips, expecting you to wear some kind of tiny lace panties but you aren’t wearing anything.

blue eyes don’t meet any scandalous undergarment, just your plump ass and your dripping cunt desperate for his touch. desperate for a release and his attention, his hands examine the flimsy material for a skirt that deliciously hugs and covers your hips.

feeling your daddy’s stare on your princess parts, it makes your heart jump and thump when his hands grab at your ass. kneading the flesh of it before gripping the waistline of the cherry red skirt.

“daddy-?” another gasp escapes your lips when a loud tare ripples throughout the room and the weight of cold air hitting your slicked, exposed pussy.

Ari grunts as he takes the fabric of your now ripped skirt and throws it onto the floor without a care, all he wants to see is your pussy. a large hand comes down to slap your ass, enjoying the way it bounces back like it’s a response. it has all the blood and lust flowing down south to his hardening cock.

“do daddy a favor princess and shut the fuck up before daddy makes you,” the threat makes you whimper, the lollipop in your mouth swirling sweetly against your tongue as your daddy pinches and gripes handfuls of your ass. slapping the flesh and watching it bounce, he wants to dig his teeth in your peach flesh.

“take my sweater off. I want nothing on what’s mine. do you understand?” Ari groans in your ear as his hands glide around your hips to dip into your cunt, his fingers stroking your folds and not believeing how wet you are. “oh and princess, the heels stay on,”

whimpering and following his order quickly, grabbing his sweater from the helm and lift the heavy wool material of the sweater above your head. body fully bare and under the heat of his burning glance, you drop the thick article of clothing in your hands on the floor. leaving the heels on as he commanded, feeling the lust filled burn of his stare intensify as you rest your hands together on his knee waiting.

waiting impatiently for the matter for his next command. the smell of the baby oil and sweet strawberry lotion he rubbed on your curves earlier that day hits his nose and he moans. you look, smell and- as he takes his fingers in his mouth and moans- taste like candy.

hearing the sudden sound of a heavy metal buckle of his belt loosen, Ari’s hard cock rises up and hits the hard muscle of his belly. an untamed groan escapes oats his lips when you turn your head over your shoulder to see him rubbing the tip of his cock with his thumb.

those starlight eyes that usually gleam in their faux innocence stare back at the fire in his eyes and you pout. wanting to touch daddy’s cock and taste him on your tongue. but your eyes tear up when he takes his thumb and suck the white cum into his mouth, not leaving enough for you to taste.

it makes you whip your head away from his handsome smug face. Ari doesn’t ignore the sniff out of you as he sets sight of your bare body in front of him. resting your elbows and body weight on the desk your arched back leaves loads of space for him to glide his hands through. running delicious shivers throughout your spine before he slaps your ass again. stinging and burning but your cunt creams in pleasure as you bite your bottom lip.

“my slutty princess wasn’t wearing a bra under daddies sweater? no panties under those scraps for a skirt? fucking knew you looked too good. wanted daddy to find out and ruin your tiny pussy, didn’t you? wanted to distract me from work? nasty little girl thinking she can get what she wants.”

not daring to let out another moan, his hand still gripping your hair loosens as his free hand rises up your waist to pinch a nipple. “answer me slut. you get nothing if you don’t,” his hiss rings and normally you would laugh at him in this state. telling off his stupid hunchmen on the phone as you got all hot and bothered as he yelled at them, making them beg for his forgiveness.

now you’re on the end of that anger; and you don’t mind it one but as his large calloused hands grab the fragments of your ripped skirt on the floor before analyzing your bare body arched pretty and posed for him. in nothing but your big girl heels with your cute lacy white socks, his cock is painfully hard now as the tip paints his abdomen in precum.

“yes daddy. I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted you to stop working because you haven’t touched me and I want cummies! I deserve cummies!” you cry but the words are too sloshed and unreadable from the lollipop in your mouth.

it’s quick that Ari takes the stick and pulls it away from your mouth with a swift and perky pop! a loud whine excludes your lips from his sole action but it’s replaced with a gasp as Ari slaps your mouth, “shut your big brat hole up before I stuff it shut myself,” and you moaned at him, fucking moaned at the threat.

it leaves him just as speechless as you, you’re face wafting in the heat of your embarrassment and you cower when his smirk curls deviously done on you. Ari wants you to cry- God he wants to rip your heart out and bandage it up with his cock

“dumb babies like you get what daddy gives you. nothing else, now grind on daddy’s thigh princess,” his rough command makes you freeze, not even daring to breathe for a second.

wondering if he’s being serious, and it’s as if he could read the confusion buzzing in your head he decides to clear it up. the harsh and stinging spank awakes you from your overthinking session and you get to work. working to gain the same pleasurable friction you were enjoying moments ago.

your hands gripe the edge of his desk till your knuckles bulge out around your soft skin. rocking your hips against the roughness of his jeans, this time no panties are in the way as your slickness flows freely. lubricating your folds and soaking his thigh with your juices, it makes him chuckle when he feels your wetness soak through the fabric onto his thigh. you’re so pretty and obedient he could fuck your till you couldn’t think or stand.

“do you think you can finish your coloring page before you cum princess? show me how good you are at coloring.”

Ari’s artificially sweet remark makes you whimper, just as artificial as the cherry heart lollipop you were licking. not hesitating or wasting a minute, you quickly grab your coloring book and markers and get straight to work.

thankful you didn’t have to color much, one good thing leading you to this moment you could feel your orgasm nearing. the high peak that you’re getting closer and closer to, you want to jump off the cliff and dive into the waves of your pleasure. who knows what daddy would do if you didn’t finish your drawing on time, you needed to fucking cum.

you always got what you fucking wanted regardless what daddy thought, but maybe you spoke to soon-

“please princess, daddy knows you can grind harder on that. show me how much of a slut you are for daddy’s thigh,” you whimper at his command and obey immediately.

grinding harder against him, his teeth biting the soft bit of ear as his fingers roll your hard nipples. slightly wincing and deeply moaning, you can’t help but allow him to make you slip in that space of mindless obedience.

daddy always made you a moaning wet mess, always desperate for his approval and sweet honeyed praises. glassy eyes concentrating on your coloring sheet, it was becoming difficult to focus on coloring as you rocked your hips. trying desperately to withhold your orgasm but desperately trying to please daddy and grinding harder. hot tears springing in your eyes at the havoc situation, you let out a sob as your rock against Ari’s thigh.

Ari only but cooed at you, thumbing away your hot salty tears. “what a little crybaby,” he chuckles through a fake sympathetic smile. fisting his hard slippery cock in one hand as the other crept down to rub your little button. if anything Ari wants more now is for you to cry- it’s getting his cock harder and harder as the tears drip onto the coloring sheet.

“daddy I-I can’t color that fast!” that cry as his thick fingers advancing in their speed and pressure. stroking the puffiness of your folds before brushing against your drenched hole.

taking not a single ounce of regard to your wail, he responds only by pinching your pussy lips. causing you to cry out in sudden pain before he strokes your pussy to calm you. thick digits gathering up your arousal, your folds creating a lewd serenade in the golden tint of his office.

“you can’t color that fast? my stupid little princess doesn’t know how to color quick enough? to color a small stupid drawing before she can cum? huh, princess? answer me!”

there doesn’t need to be any tugging at your hair or harsh slap to your ass for you to quiver against him. Ari- your daddy has a magical way of making you submit with just the ease of his words but you don’t know how to answer him at all but to keep coloring. marshmallow tears streaming down your face like shooting stars, you continue to reach your high your daddy assists you on reaching but denies.

however Ari is noticing that you’re practically almost done coloring the picture, by the time you’re finished you’d probably cum and fufill his order. oh he couldn’t let that happen. his spoiled brat wasn’t gonna cum until he felt she deserved so, which wasn’t gonna be anytime soon if he could do anything about it.

quick hands slap down on your ass, causing the marker in your hand to scribble slightly over the lines. a gasp escaping your lips your bottom lip trembling at the sight and rushing figuring out how to fix it. scarlet heels clacking together, his hands stop tracing the lace of your socks at your ankles.

ravishing in your panicked state, he smirks into your hair. grabbing the lollipop he snatched from you earlier from the desk, taking it into his mouth with a satisfying pop! ignoring your offended and hurt whimpers as your daddy steals your reward away from you due to your clumsiness. it makes your vision blurry and your bottom lip tremble violently, head echoing in only one thought and one thought only-

daddy is so mean, daddy’s a big fat meanie.

your thoughts roar but you didn’t mean to say any of them aloud, you’re so caught up in the moment that you have no idea you did so because now your ass is getting spanked again and again and again and again. all until your peach flesh burns and Ari can see the indents of his fingers on that heart shaped ass he loves so much before bringing his hand back in your hair.

tugging it so your spine suddenly arches back so his lips brush your ear, a gasp escaping your mouth. “I can be meaner princess. you stop coloring and I won’t let you cum. do you understand that? stupid whore.”

the growl rolls off his lips and it just adds onto the sheet of sweats glistening off your skin. tears drop from your lashes as shaky, trembling hands grip the markers as you persist on finishing the coloring page. feeling your body is on fire, your sobbing cunt continues to rock against his loins and the pleasure is almost unbearable you whimper.

the smirk plastered on Ari’s face is sinful, his hands unbutton his shirt to leave his chest bare. golden pendant glistening in the light bulbs of his office. back muscles resting against the leather of his office chair, he strokes his throbbing cock. biting his bottom lip enjoying the naked sight of his desperate slut for a precious princess bouncing and rocking on his thigh.

arms bended calmly behind his head, biceps slightly flexing as he licks on the lollipop he took from you. humming from its sweet taste while imagining it’s the nipples of your tits, his tongue flicking over the heart shape- sucking sharply on it. savoring the sweet cherry taste as his hands graze up to gripe your bouncing tits. savoring in your heavy moans, stiff sniffles and stuttering sobs all on the account of him.

like taking candy from a baby, his baby.

Ari thinks as he watched your ass bounce, sweat glistening off your skin as your heeled feet shake. moving back in your high unaware matter, your ass unintentionally brushes roughly against his balls. causing you to gasp and your daddy to grunt, ordering you to do it again which you do.

suddenly the thought of fucking your other tight hole full of his white ropes of cum takes over his mind but he was enjoying you trying to find a release. “maybe if you color the picture really nice for daddy then daddy will let you cum,”

Ari spoke, his voice soft and tender like always despite the current moments of viscously degrading and name calling you. you’ve always craved this part of him but who knew it would hurt your heart so fucking good with each insult and slap to your heart shaped ass.

although the remark creates a hopeful glisten in your relieved eyes, posture relaxing a bit. you were certain you wouldn’t be able finish it on time but maybe if you focus on making it look pretty- regardless of a few white spaces- daddy would let you have your cummies. Ari would kiss you on your pretty lips and make you undone with the sweetest command.

oh how you craved it this moment it’s bringing more tears to your eyes.

“r-really daddy?” you stutter, imagining the tenseness of his thigh as his cock. squeezing it just right around your walls as your eyes glue on the coloring sheet. grinding your pussy harder onto his jean covered thigh that let’s all your high pitched and stuttering moans flow like honey, “you really mean it?”

a dark glint shines in Ari’s blue hues, taking the lollipop out of his mouth his hand rubs his shaft painfully slow. that thumb that has been teasing your button glides past his weeping tip, his burning blue glance shifting to you. until his hand reaches up, causing you to moan when he grabs a handful of your hair.

oh how he was going to tear his poor princess down after building her a sense of hope.

“no,”

[beyondspaceandstars]

While You Sleep

Chapter 9

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: N/A, just fluff this time! Summary: Soulmate!AU - Throughout life, you’re given glimpses of your soulmate through dreams. As you sleep, memories flash in your mind showing you the life your soulmate has lived. Everyone around you raves about how their soulmate reads great books or volunteers in their spare time. But you can’t relate as your dreams end up being more like nightmares. Through initial images of death and violence, you come to learn your soulmate is the Winter Soldier.

(a/n: yes i really used some cliche scenes expected from a bucky fic but come on you have to, right?)

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If you thought you were scared before your first encounter with Bucky, your feelings as you got ready for this date were unbelievable. 

The pressure really felt on this time. 

In the anxiety of nervousness and self-doubt, you had bought a whole new outfit for this date. You stood in the mirror, checking yourself over as you adorned a lovely knee-length, flowy dress. It had little flowers decorated all over it. The fabric was soft and comfortable, easing worries just a bit more - if you felt good, all would go good, right? The entire thing was complimented by a new pair of flats. You even spent more time on your make-up, making sure everything was just right and accentuating all your features pleasantly. 

The more you did, the better you felt, until you realized there was no more to do. Once your hair was laid gently over your shoulder in a cascading braid, you had to face the fact that it was almost game time. Glancing over, your clock told you Bucky would be here any minute.

Still, back at the mirror, you couldn’t help yourself from fidgeting. You tweaked your braid, fixed the invisible wrinkles on your dress, even reconsidered your lipstick color choice… But then it happened. Your phone’s ringtone sang throughout your room, giving you a jumpscare. You had to take a deep breath before crossing the space and answering the call. Bucky’s name flashed on the screen.

“Hi, Bucky,” you said.

“Hi, doll,” Bucky responded, a little sing-songy tone in his voice. His cheeriness was practically contagious through the phone. Your heart fluttered. “I’m outside whenever you’re ready.”

“O-Okay,” you sputtered out, letting out a cough to cover it but it didn’t work well as Bucky let out a light chuckle at your nerves. You chose to ignore it and continued, “I’ll be down in a second.”

“Alright,” he said. “See you soon.” The line disconnected. You sighed, gripping your phone probably too tightly. Closing your eyes, you inhaled then exhaled, centering yourself, letting your pounding heart come down. 

One last look in the mirror and you realized that it was game time. There were no more preparations you could make. Your soulmate was waiting downstairs and off you went to get swept away.

Bucky wasn’t the only thing that greeted you when you exited the apartment building. He was standing by a taxi, one arm leaning against it like it was the world's most romantic chariot. A smile broke out on your lips as you approached him. 

“Good evening.”

Bucky gave a nod, “Good evening.”

He kept staring at you, taking you in fully and shamelessly. You blushed under his focused eyes and quickly looked away. Motioning towards the taxi, you said, “Is this our ride for the night?”

Now he was smiling as well. “Just to get us there.”

You hummed, interested. “Where is ‘there?’”

“Gotta get in the taxi and find out, sweetheart,” Bucky said with a proud smirk as he opened the door. He extended his arm out dramatically, motioning for you to slide in. You mumbled a shy thank you, still feeling your blushing was out of control and got comfy in the cab. 

Once Bucky was also settled in, he leaned in very close to the driver and whispered the destination. You pretended not to notice but had to admit, he sure was sticking to the whole surprise thing. It made you feel quite giddy inside knowing he was going through all this just to surprise you. To give you a (hopefully) nice date. 

Once the taxi driver understood the address, Bucky leaned back and the drive began. You stared out the window, watching your neighborhood pass by, as you tried to ignore Bucky still staring at you. It was like he was really focused on you like he was searching for something. It made you feel all kinds of warmth under your dress. 

“You look beautiful,” Bucky finally said, breaking the backseat silence. Your heart that was once pounding suddenly was going a million miles an hour. Uncontrollably, you whipped your head to look at Bucky. You met his eyes which were looking at you with such wonder and longing. Oh yeah, it was getting warm in this taxi, you thought.

“Thank you,” you said, shyly. You still didn’t understand where this nervous, antsy of you was coming from. You had been around him plenty of times, even had a bit of a fight that night in your fucking apartment, but now this was what you were scared of? A date? You had to shake your head to literally shake off the nerves, something that was becoming a habit of you now. 

Eventually, you forced yourself to add on to the conversation, “You look great, as well.” And that certainly was the truth. Bucky had cleaned up nicely. His hair was slicked back casually. He wore a soft sweater and black slacks. The outfit was paired with dress shoes. The entire look just felt… Classic but in the best way. In a way that was Bucky at heart. 

You two fell into silence again but it was more comfortable, like Bucky’s words had hidden messages telling you to calm down. This was just another date, as couples do, and you two had been through crazy stuff - cough, cough… the fucking apartment showdown. Well, maybe that was a bit dramatic, you thought, but it sure felt hostile in the moment.

Moments later, the taxi stopped outside some… dance hall? You peered up at the sign, quizzically. You had no idea these places even existed anymore. This was already turning out to be the most unique you had ever been on but it wasn’t like you had been on many. 

You were about to get out when Bucky stopped you. Confused, you watched him run around the front of the taxi and stop at your door. He opened it for you, as any gentleman would. He offered you his hand and helped you out. After paying for the cab, he came back to join you, offering his arm for you to take.

“Dancing?” You asked as you two walked towards the entrance. “You’re taking me dancing?”

There was a faint blush creeping up on Bucky’s neck. “I am,” he said. “Back in the day, when I wanted to woo a girl I took her dancing. I hope that’s okay with you.”

You giggled, “Yeah, it’s...” Your words abruptly stopped as you were suddenly hit with the realization: you didn’t fucking know how to dance. Even in your own time period, you couldn’t be thrown out anywhere expecting to bust some moves. Your feet stopped moving before you could enter the hall.

Bucky turned to you, concerned. “Everything okay, sweetheart?” 

You wouldn’t look at him and instead looked past him, through the clear doors of the dance hall, watching the couples spin and twirl about. “I don’t know how to dance.”

Bucky waved a hand in dismissal and continued walking. “There’s no need to worry, doll,” he said as he opened the door for you. “You can follow my lead and you’ll be just fine, okay? I’ve got you.”

Your heart skipped a beat as Bucky placed a hand on your lower back, leading you around the hall. The music was loud, more on the big band side, though. You saw up-close now as the couples flung each other around, laughing in awe at one another. There was a bar off at one end where patrons moved around it with beverages. The place was fairly crowded as well, something you didn’t really peg Bucky for being enthusiastic about, but his face lit the second you two walked in. There was something like a sense of familiarity in his eyes.

You didn’t comment on it, though, and instead took his arm again, letting him guide you to the bar first. You were silently thankful, hoping a nice drink would loosen you up - at least, enough to actually get you on the dance floor. 

Bucky ordered for you two which you actually appreciated. Part of you enjoyed seeing him take charge like this. Plan the date, open your door, order a drink you might like… The care of it all made your heart sing. 

Retrieving the drinks, he handed you one. You thanked him as you took the drink and looked it over. The drink was something dark poured over ice. An orange peel and cherry bobbed in the liquid, next to the ice. You sipped it, letting the taste of whiskey and orange essence hit your tastebuds. 

“It’s lovely,” you said and took another sip. For as nice as it was, you weren’t exactly well versed in cocktails. “What is it?”

“An old fashioned,” Bucky answered as he took his own sip of the drink, letting himself lean in closer to you as you two stood at the bar. He still watched you with a curious intensity that made your skin all kinds of heated. “I-I’m glad you like it.”

A silence fell over you two once more as you sipped your drink and let your gaze wander back to the dancing pairs. They moved so majestically and vibrantly across the hardwood floor. Engrossed with one another, trusting as they spun about. You had to admit, it did look quite fun. 

“Up for a bit of a dance after this, doll?” Bucky drawled, a hint at what sounded like a little Brooklyn accent peaked out, making you grin. He must’ve been absolutely transported back in time and you were so thankful you could be there with him. 

You took a drink, probably more than you should’ve in one gulp, and said, “Maybe if this drink kicks in soon I’ll let you show me a few moves.” You smiled to yourself. “That is, assuming you still have moves.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you as he stared at you above his glass. “Excuse me?”

You giggled, “Well, you’ve got a few years in you. Just want to make sure you can show a gal a good time.”

Bucky scoffed and then, without any other warning, he grabbed your drink from your hands. Slamming both the glasses on the bar counter, he gripped your hand in his and dragged you out to the floor. You shuffled to keep up, giggling loudly at the fire you had sparked within him. It was amazing what a little banter could do to him. Once he picked an area, the band began playing a new song and Bucky fell into the rhythm quickly. 

You stared, a bit stunned watching him move. But Bucky wouldn’t let you just stand there for long. Getting into the beat, he grabbed both your hands and began instructing you on the steps. Thankfully, it wasn’t as serious as you thought it would be. This was just a dance hall, after all. Everyone was too caught up in their own lovers to pay attention to others. You watched his feet intensely, as you kicked and stomped, feeling a bit clunky but Bucky, you glanced at him every now and then, was watching you with a hint of pride in his eyes. 

Suddenly, he decided to get daring and spun you out, quickly pulling you back into his arms. You let out a laugh, enjoying the spontaneous move of it all and reveling in the feeling of his arms around you. Following that, you fell back into the rhythm. As you got more confident, you could actually look at Bucky better and saw he looked just as pleased and excited as you were. You felt you two had melted into the crowd well despite you feeling like a sore thumb. 

The twirling was probably your favorite and you were very pleased with your dress choice. As he moved you, it would flare just slightly around your thighs, making you feel like fabric just drifting in the wind. Bucky seemed to like it as well as his hands felt like they made a point to never leave your body, always prying and begging for you close. 

Eventually, after a couple of upbeat songs, the music turned down, now on the more slow side. Bucky, however, seemed very prepared for this as he pulled you into his body without a second thought. His hand landed on your lower waist, your front pressed to him securely. His metal hand was entangled with yours, lifted away from your bodies, as you two moved in a small circle. 

You and Bucky finally really locked eyes for what felt like really the first time in the entire dancing sequence. His eyes looked at you so softly, so in total awe. Maybe there was even a hint of admiration just lurking, you noted. You felt yourself blushing intensely, but then again, when weren’t you like that around Bucky?

Bucky eventually spoke. “You were a natural, sweetheart.”

You shrugged, a small smile on your lips. “I think I just had a really awesome teacher.”

“Oh, yeah?” He grinned. “He must’ve been great. Taught you some nice moves.”

“Mhm,” you nodded, “he’s the absolute best. Really good-looking as well. That’s a nice bonus.”

“You’re making me blush, doll.”

“Good. That’s how I get all the time around you. It’s time you had a taste of your own medicine.”

Bucky threw his head back, letting out a loud laugh. “Really, honey?” His eyes met yours again. You jumped at the new pet name. It felt so much more...domestic. “I make you blush? Make you feel a bit warm?” His tone got lower as it was just above a whisper. A shiver ran up your spine. 

You bit your lip, contemplating how far this was going to go. “You make me feel many things, Bucky. Good things.”

His grin had turned to a full teasing smile now. He didn’t respond, though, just nodded with a mischievous expression now coming across his features. You were going to ask what he was thinking about when the music stopped and the band announced they would be taking a break. It sounded like Bucky let out a sigh of relief as he promptly took your hand and began leading you off the dance floor.

“You hungry, doll?” He asked, stopping next to the exit, hands in his pocket now, looking all casual. But the casualness was a nice cover, you thought, as his expression held everything but unsuspecting. 

You hummed. “I could go for something.”

He nodded, still smiling. “I planned to cook you dinner. Is that alright?”

You gasped, “I get to go to your apartment now?”

He laughed as he took your hand again, now leading you out of the dance hall. You two began making your way down the street, hands gripped tightly together. 

“You will get to see my apartment but fair warning, it’s nothing special.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, like mine was a real looker.”

“At least yours looks lived in.”

You looked up at Bucky quickly, mouth open now as if you wanted to say something but you didn’t really know what. He wouldn’t look back at you now and instead just kept leading you to presumably his apartment building. You turned your sights back on the sidewalk, watching the cars and people rush around in the nighttime landscape of the city, as you let Bucky guide you. 

It was a fairly nice area he lived in, an estimated taxi ride away from you. The area was really bustling with people now and there were shops and eateries galore to browse. You glanced in the windows as you passed, watching others mingle about and eat their dinners. 

Eventually, Bucky stopped in front of a building and pulled open the door. He let you in first, still ever so the gentlemen despite you not knowing where the hell you were going. Neither of you dwelled on this though as Bucky took your hand again and led you to his apartment. You felt yourself getting antsy the closer you got but you didn’t understand why. As much as you wanted your flirting to get you a little bit somewhere, this was dinner. A nice lovely dinner with your soulmate. One that he planned to cook. (Could he actually cook, though? You debated this as you went.)

Bucky unlocked the door and let you in. Sadly, he wasn’t too far off from the comment about it not looking lived in. There wasn’t… much of anything. There were the essentials - kitchen, couch, stools, television - but nothing that screamed Bucky. Or that he even actually stepped foot in here. 

But you weren't about to say any of this. You lingered by the kitchen counter. “It’s cozy.”

Bucky chuckled, “Thanks for trying, doll.”

You frowned. “I-I mean it. It’s nice. Clean and… and formal.” Well, you thought, what could you expect from a former soldier?

Bucky raised his eyebrows, though, not buying it. 

“Alright,” you sighed, “it could use maybe some personal touches but your space is your space. Who am I to judge when mine looks like it's falling apart?”

“Yours has personality,” Bucky shrugged as he slowly took steps towards you. You were leaning against the counter now, arms crossed watching him approach. 

“That means it's a trainwreck.”

He smirked, “It means it fits you and I like you, so, naturally, I’m going to like your apartment.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. “You like me?” You asked and winced at your words. Apparently, you were having a hard time growing out of this silly schoolgirl crushing phase. 

Bucky nodded, now pretty close, staring you down. One hand came to rest on the counter beside you, slightly trapping you in. “I do like you.”

You couldn’t get over how close he was now. Even during your slow dance, you don’t think he was like… this. Towering, confident. Your eyes flicked to his inviting lips quickly before returning back to his eyes. They held amusement and… Was that a hint of amorousness in them? Your pulse was racing.

“Enough to make me dinner?” You let out a breathy chuckle, trying your hand at humor to figure out what was going on here. You didn’t mean to be practically dismissing these advancements but you also couldn’t believe they were happening. You thought it was just some sweet back and forth in the dance hall, a possible side effect of the adrenaline from dancing getting to you two. But, no. This fact was simple. Bucky wanted you. 

“You know,” he sighed, “I don’t think I’m really hungry.”

“Oh?”

“At least not for dinner.”

You were barely able to let out a gasp at his confirmation before Bucky’s lips were on yours, hot and heavy.

[lananiscorner]

Rating FE3H male class designs using Dimitri (and his tiny waist) - Part 2 - Intermediate classes

I’ve had Thoughts™ on the different class designs for a long while and Dimitri’s tiny waist is as good an excuse as any to look at them, so let’s go. Putting the rest beneath the cut, because long post is long.

Archer

4/5. Archers, by virtue of being ranged fighters, don’t need much armor, so I won’t critique the lack of plating here. This is actually really well-balanced in terms of color and patterns, even if it uses that ugly brown again. I think it’s the white trims that save this one. Dimitri looks resigned to a life of hunger. Thin boy is thin (and yet those thighs could probably still squash a grown man’s head like a grape).

Armored Knight

2/5. Om nom nom nom nom nom. Dimitri took “you need more iron in your diet” too literal and is now nibbling on this atrocity’s collar. Seriouly though, you take one fall in this getup and you probably break a tooth or two. On the bright side, we finally have proper armor on the armor and it’s even convex in the front (which helps warding off blows). I would like this one a lot if it wasn’t for the dental bill in waiting.

Brawler

3/5. I wanna hate this one, because some part of me just screams UGLY at this get-up, and yet it also kind of works? It’s weird. It feels like Fire Emblem looked at Final Fantasy and went “hey, I know what we need to be just as popular! BELTS! Lots of belts! If it works for FF it will work for FE!” That said, I’m not gonna say no to a half bare-chested Dimitri and I appreciate this costume using a nicer shade of brown.

Brigand

3/5. This is what happens when fragile masculinity interferes with the need to dress appropriately for the weather. I mean, really? Just had to ditch the sleeves to show off your biceps? Alright. This one only stays in mid range thanks to its nice color balance to offset the lack of good judgment.

Cavalier

4/5. No pre-time skip picture this time, because I forgot to take one. Sorry. This one has a decent amount of armor coverage for both horse and rider and is just all around pleasant to look at, even if it’s a little bland. Speaking of ‘bland’, Dimitri please eat something--your waist is only two horse ears wide.

Dark Mage

5/5. Why, I...hello mister, how are you tonight? This outfit is SLICK. Simple, elegant, and smoother than Sylvain’s guilty conscience. Dimitri has achieved peak thinness. Who even needs organs?

Lord

5/5. Finally some vibrant, saturated colors! Loog would be proud. I’m not even gonna critique the weird armor placement this time, since the colors just look so good. Dimitri finally had a meal after he ditched the Dark Mage outfit.

Mage

1/5. This is a potato sack dyed blue. Moving on.

Mercenary

2/5. I am not sure I would hire somebody who has such questionable armor placement choices. Yes, please, let’s put *everything* in armor *except* for your center of mass, that will work out great. /s Maybe that’s why he looks like he hasn’t eaten for days?

Priest

4/5. I... actually really like this one. It very clearly says “healer”, it looks elegant, since you’re not supposed to fight on the front lines, it doesn’t need much armor either, plus it’s apparently comfy enough to accomodate another set of clothes underneath (which makes post time skip Dimitri’s waist look even more alarming, because if it’s that narrow after two layers of clothing, you really want him to have a meal).

Thief

4/5. Thieves are supposed to be quick and stealthy. Armor is bulky and loud, so I will forgive the lack of protection here. I low key dig the fur collar. Post time skip Dimitri somehow looks better in this than pre time skip Dimitri and I don’t know why.

[popatochisssp]

Aesthetics Ref - HT Bros

Nickname: Slate (Horrortale Sans)

Height: 1’8” taller than you (OR 6’7”)

Eye-lights: Determination Red (#FF0000, magic otherwise manifests slate blue [#9CB0BC])

Magic Specialty: Cyan, blue

Scars/distinguishing marks: A very large and obvious hole in the left side of his skull, only the left eye-socket can manifest a light; rough and crisscrossing lines across his metacarpals (the palm side, both hands)

Preferred Style: Sentimental comfy. Not much has changed in terms of his personal style, but post…everything… he’s a little more attached to the clothes he still has from before. He’s extra glad now that he wore everything so big and baggy or none of it would’ve been wearable through his growth spurt, but it does mean he tends to hold a little tightly to what he has even when it’s probably time to throw it away. Threadbare, stained, fraying at the hems, stitched up a few too many times, no problem—he’ll keep it until it’s undeniably over. He’s gradually replacing things as they wear out, and trying to treat the new stuff just as well. Favors black, dark gray, and jewel tones.

Outerwear: Hoodies, zippered and with pockets, no change

Top: T-shirts, a healthy mix of old/worn/stained and noticeably brand new. The new ones are either solid colors or cute/funny graphics (adorable animals, cartoon food, that astronaut vacuuming stars, etc.)

Bottom: Basketball shorts, sweatpants…that’s about it

Footwear: A frankly ridiculous amount of slippers, all novelty—bunnies, skulls, bears, burgers, the list goes on—he just loves to have goofy, kitschy footwear. He might have some sneakers somewhere, the Velcro kind, but they’re not his favorites.

Trademark accessory/accessories: His last and favorite blue hoodie, a little worse for wear now with some fraying at the cuffs, a subtle patch job here and there, a stitched up hole in one of the pockets… it ain’t perfect, but it’s still good!

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Nickname: Papy (Horrortale Papyrus)

Height: 2’7” taller than you (OR 7’6”)

Eye-lights: None (magic otherwise manifests denim blue [#66829D])

Magic Specialty: Blue, cyan, green

Scars/distinguishing marks: Broken, jagged teeth, or braces depending on the timing; faint striations in the color of his bones along his humeri, femurs, and spine (like stretch marks, but with calcium!)

Preferred Style: Free spirit, his look is all about loving the world, living his best life, and not holding back anything. He still likes to pair things that don’t ‘go’ together and make it work anyway, but he tries a little bit less to be cool and leans a little more into things that remind him of the Surface that they’ve almost all gotten to reach. Favors bright colors, rainbows, and floral prints.

Outerwear: He still likes leather jackets, but has a newfound appreciation for painted and/or embroidered ones. Flowers brushed onto his back or stitched along his sleeves are the coolest thing ever, he’s certain of it!

Top: Still loves crop-tops, which is great because a lot of shirts end up being crop-tops on him anyway. Very big into tie-dye, the brighter, more saturated the colors, the better—the full rainbow is Peak, of course, and if he can’t find what he’s looking for, he’s absolutely down to make it. Has a few (custom-tailored) button shirts for looking fancy and a few off-the-rack (terribly-fitting) t-shirts for housework and gardening.

Bottom: Shorts and capris of varying materials, some denim and some colorful; only one or two (tailored) pairs of pants that cover the whole leg, excluding work scrubs

Footwear: Tennis shoes and slip-resistant clogs, mostly—he’s on his feet a lot and intimately understands the value of secure and comfortable shoes that he can wear for hours without thinking about.

Trademark accessory/accessories: Aside from his very cool blue braces (which he will both sadly and happily not have forever!), it’s gotta be his even cooler glasses. He loves the round lenses and sprung for a few different colors of frames (all tortoiseshell—blue, green, red, etc.) for those lenses to go in, and he switches them out to coordinate with his outfits.

[taehyungsgrowl]

Duncan celebrating his last day of being single with hsi dear y/n by doing for his soon-to-be husband a little stripper show on a cute lingerie😳

i know this was sent a couple of days ago but i cant stop thinking about it ksjvs and it made me so 🥺😳

im thinking like duncan and reader agreeing that the night before the ceremony, they'd stay in different rooms / not see each other until he sees her walk down the aisle 🥺

but.... i have the idea of dunc (who might have left one of his bachelor parties a little early), with his white shirt slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hair a little messy (his friends are really excited for him and maybe got a lil carried away w the hugs - hates his hair got messed up, but does appreciate all the love 🥺💜)

he knocks on her door... looking like that... with a smile on his face and a bottle of champagne in hand...

"i'm not one to keep traditions," he bit his lower lip, making his way inside her room for the night. "and to be honest, i'm just too excited to sleep," he laughed, pink coloring the apples of his cheeks.

and he and reader sitting on a big fluffy bed... giggly champagne kisses...

"mm," duncan mumbled against her lips as he kissed her, "i think... you should show me... one of your honeymoon outfits.." he kissed her jaw. duncan's hand moved up her comfy shirt, "not that," he looked down to see which one of his shirts she was wearing, "my shirt doesnt look so sexy on you..." he laughed, kissing her again, "but maybe a sneak peak, baby?" he felt giddy and the bubbles were definitely going to his head a little.

"i.... dont think so," she laughed, climbing into his lap. "gotta keep something a surprise," she rolled her eyes.

"please," he pouted like a child, the corner of his mouth tugging as he fought a smile.

"my tshirt is plenty sexy," she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. she moved her hips slowly, grinding down on his lap.

she hovered her lips over his and he parted his mouth open, waiting for her to slip her tongue into his - but instead she bit on his bottom lip and tugged it gently back with her teeth.

"fuck," duncan groaned.

she grabbed his hands and led them inside her shirt having him grab two handfuls of her breasts...

"i love you so much, baby." he kissed her neck, "cant believe i get to call you my wife in just a few hours.." his scruff tickled her neck and made her squirm further into his lap.

duncan moved his hands lower until he was guiding her hips back and forth on himself, letting her feel him harden against her panties.

"i love you," she grabbed his face in her hands.

and 😳 after they show each other how much they love each other 😳

reader wrapping duncan up in her arms... her little spoon.... forever <3