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lorirwritesfanfic · 3 months ago

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Ways To A King's Heart

Book: The Royal Romance Pairing: Liam Rys x MC (Jade) Rating: T Word count: 1138 Reading time: ~4min Summary: After a long and tiring week of work, Liam will be rewarded with two things he craves the most. Based on the prompt: @kingliamappreciationweek Day One: Baklava Author’s note:

Thank you so much to @lizzybeth1986 and @sazanes for hosting KLAW again 😍

This piece is set about a year after the wedding, before they have kids.

The sound of joints cracking echoed on the walls as Liam approached the Royal Apartment doors. The king and his wife would travel to Valtoria the next morning in hopes to have a quiet time away from the hectic life they have in the capital. However, it also meant working overtime and less time spent with his wife before the trip. He didn't realize how tense his back was until he stretched a bit before opening the door. After a long week of meetings, conferences and analyzing documents, he couldn't wait for his one week break in the woods.

As he opened the door to the Royal Apartment, a rich smell of nuts, spices and butter wafted Liam's nose. Traveling preparations to Valtoria often included Jade, Hana and part of the kitchen staff cooking many kinds of homemade pastries they'd take to Valtoria Community Center. Yet, this particular combination of smells ignited a feeling the king rarely gave in to.

"Jade?" He called, placing his jacket inside the closet.

"In the kitchen!"

On his way to the kitchen, his mouth watered, but he shook his head. "It can't be..." He thought to himself. She didn't know how to cook it.

But as he stepped into the kitchen, his jaw dropped. Wearing a silk robe partially covered by an apron, Jade bent over to pick up a tray from the oven.

"Good evening, love."

She smiled and proceeded to place a tray of brownies on the cooling tray.

"It sure is..." He mumbled, ogling his wife's round rear and toned legs as she bent over again to place a tray of cookies in the oven.

"Excuse me?"

"I said 'good evening to you, my queen'." He smiled. "Is everything ready for tomorrow?"

"Yep," she answered, removing her kitchen mittens to set the oven timer.

Liam eyed the counter with many boxes of sweets already packed to go, but no sign of what he thought she had prepared. Perhaps his senses have deceived him.

"Have you been cooking all afternoon?"

"Pretty much." She simpered and ambled over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck for a kiss.

"All by yourself?"

"No. Hana and Chef Nico were here earlier to help. Hana just left."

"Did they actually let you cook this time?" Liam joked.

"Hey!" She shoved him playfully. "Mind you, I did most of the cooking. I left just for a couple of minutes to shower and change. It was too hot in this kitchen."

His eyes traveled from her lips to her neck and décolletage as his hands rested on the small of her back. "It still is," he murmured.

"I know, right?" She fanned herself with one hand, apparently oblivious to the real meaning of his comment. "Go sit on the lounge while I grab some drinks for us."

Liam glanced at his wife one more time and left for the lounge slightly disappointed. Jade rarely didn't respond to his flirting and it only happened whenever she was mad at him. Was it too subtle? Had he lost his touch after so little time of marriage?

As soon as he sat on the sofa, his eyes widened in surprise. Carrying a tray with two glasses of wine and a large plate of his favorite dessert, Jade walked in with her robe open, revealing a sheer bodysuit underneath it.

"I hope you like what you see..." Jade bent over, placing the tray on the coffee table.

"I honestly don't know where to look first."

A mischievous smile played on her lips.

"You've been really busy and we've barely seen each other this week, so I thought you deserved a treat for your hard work."

"How sweet of you, my love," he said as his eyes followed his wife as she sat beside him. "But I'm having a hard time figuring out what's the treat here."

"If the baklava tastes good, it's the treat. If it doesn't, I'll stick to plan B."

"Which is...?"

"Abuela always says the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. But I wondered 'why should I take the scenic route if I can take a shortcut?'"

Jade then slid to the opposite side of the sofa, removed the hairpin tying her hair and it cascaded over her shoulders as she rested her calves and feet on his lap.

"Clever. Though I have to say the shortcuts you take always seem quite scenic to me," he said as his hands caressed her legs.

"Oh, trust me. It's so hard to make phyllo dough from scratch and it's so complicated to use it..." She grimaced. "Sex is definitely the shortcut."

Liam chuckled. "I think you did great so far. It looks and smells amazing."

"Now we need to know if it tastes good too."

"Okay."

The king then reached for the plate of baklava and put a small piece in his mouth. The flaky buttery dough with almonds and honey syrup perfectly blended in his mouth. Memories suddenly pervaded his mind: warm summer breeze, the nutty smell of almonds, kids' laughter, opulent table decorations, hiding under the table to steal baklavas from his mother's brunch with her friends. A smile spread across his lips and he took another piece.

"Is it good?"

"Good is an understatement. This is heavenly," he grinned, sipping his wine.

"Oh, thank goodness!" Jade sighed in relief. "Well, I guess I won't resort to plan B."

The queen then proceeded to close the robe around her frame when Liam immediately reached for her hands to stop her.

"I don't think we should dismiss plan B just yet," he said, lifting one of her hands to his lips before opening the robe again.

"What?" Jade frowned, pretending to be wounded. "But you just said the baklava tastes heavenly."

"And I stand by my word. Your culinary skills soon will put the best pastry chefs to shame, my queen," he said, pulling her flush against him and gently kissing her lips. "But..."

"But...?"

"One small piece of baklava has hundreds of calories," he murmured as he gently brushed her hair aside and leaned in to kiss her shoulder.

"Does it?"

"It does." He whispered as he peppered kisses along her neck and jaw until he stopped just a inch apart from her lips. "We're going to have to burn all those calories somehow."

"I did find a great shortcut to your heart, huh?" She grinned.

"And you know it like the back of your hand, my love."

Liam captured his lips in a long searing kiss as she unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt.

"What about the baklava?" Jade asked.

The king then reached for a piece and lifted it to her mouth, his eyes darkening as her lips brushed against the tip of his fingers. "I think this plate is going to be empty very soon."

Sharing mischievous smiles and kisses, the couple continued to disrobe each other to savor a pleasant first night of their one week break.

#choices fanfic #the royal romance #king liam #liam x mc #kingliamappreciationweek #klaw day 1 #lorirwritesfanfic #lorircreates

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vriskasays · 2 months ago

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haii!!! im rlly interested in where you got the garments and parts for your kanaya cosplay. the outfit looks rlly good and ig im just looking for clothes like that so if you could point me in the direction of a shop that sells that kind of stuff thatd be great !! :D also ur rlly pretty and i love your cosplays theyre so cool !!

lmao so funny story.

outer satin top w symbol: hand sewn beads on butchered thrift store top. beads are from a broken bracelet my gramma gave me. had to chop the back up then pin it together with the safetypin-hairtie-safetypin manuver bcs it is maybe 10 sizestoo small

translucent black flowy top/skirt-like garment: bathing suit cover, pieces thrifted separately but from same source somehow

red top underneath: thrift store, butchered neckline. had to also pin this up in the back

red cross black velvet skirt: base thrifted, butchered/burnt/painted w fabric paint. birthday gift from my brother 3-4 years ago

rosary: thrifted, broken as fuck

cross earrings: crosses found on etsy, put on hoop earrings by me

silver hoops: thrifted a whole pack of them og from claires a while back. Score!

green large shiny decora earrings: thrifted

boots: 6yo clearance mens demonias, broke in the middle of this cosplay. had these bitches since i was 16!!!! 30$

corset: some cheap crap from amazon i got a few years back ill wear until i can afford an orchardcorset or it breaks entirely. cannot stress enough how much i do not reccomend wearing cheap corsets

contacts: i thiiink ifairy cara green. uniqso. tip: colored contacts absolutely make or break a cosplay. good to splurge on

makeup: everything green via eyeshadow/lipstick made by me. slowly in the process of formulating all my makeup bcs im very allergic to everything. black eyeliner is nyx, one pencil one felt tip. used on eyebrows/lips too. dont bother w lipliners/eyebrow products they r expensive and eyeliner/eyeshadow works perfectly well.

eyelashes: top were from local beauty supply, bottom lashes were like. wet n wild crap i got from a relative that i chopped up.

gray paint: mehron paradise, get it from the OG website if u dont need it quickly and want it a lil cheaper

fangs: cheap amazon bullshit. u can find fangs in bulk anywhere there no matter the seller theyre all from the same manufacturer so u always know ur getting cheap fucking crap

wig: CHEAP lace front from some beauty store clearance bin in DC, styled to hell and back

horns: made by meeee (model magic + modge podge/plaster outrecoat bcs model magic cracks like a bitch, i only use the low tier acrylics bcs who the fuck is gonna pay 20$ for a tube of something u can just layer a few times to get opaque)

armsocks: welovecolors (spraypainted w white cos i bought the dark gray instead if light gray like a dumbass, heavily abused). i highly reccomend welovecolors seamless armsock/seamless bodysuit line im trying to get their bodysuit at some point. expensive (45$ for the socks, 90$ for the bodysuit) but worth it bcos homemade armsocks rip stupid easily and id rather break my skull than paint my hands.

nails: cheap shit from sallys, painted w my mommas 10+ year old nail polish collection

i think thats it? yeah. its all cheap crap. all i can reccomend is find a local non-chain non-christianity based thrift store and go to town man . im not out here buying premade bullshit that i aint able to make myself! i dont ever spend a fortune on my cosplays. i find scarcity is key in innovation and creativity. use lots of safety pins. cheers.

oyea her wedding ring my nanna gave me when i was like. 12? it could be real onyx/gold but it could also be costume jcpennys shit. who knows

#but seriously if someone wants to send me 90$ for that bodysuit i wont complaine. LMAOOOO #kanaya maryam #homestuck #cosplay #and yeah i was wearing 3 shirts + bra + a corset + two skirts. what of it

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hit-me-with-your-bat-please · 2 years ago

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Metal Bat x Fem!Reader 🍋

A scenario in which reader finds themselves with a rare moment alone with their hero boyfriend, Metal Bat(Baddo) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You couldn’t wait for school to be done, your boyfriend had texted you earlier saying to come by his place for a special date night. Little did he know just how special it was about to be.

Packing your bag and tidying the rest of your belongings, you made your way to the gates of your school only to be surprised by the love of your life.

“Hey darlin, I hope you’re ready for our date tonight,” he said wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug and giving you a light kiss on the check.

“Is Zenko going to be joining us?”

“No, we got the whole place to ourselves. So i was thinkin’ maybe grab some food to go and make the most of it,” he said with a small smile.

There was just idle chitchat on the way to the ramen shop nearest his house, talking about his day of slaying monsters and your day of wanting to yeet yourself out a window from listening to your maths teacher drone on and on about nonsensical equations. Maybe the slight scolding from you towards Metal Bat for once again ditching. He whined about how he can’t be a supportive big brother, a hero, and a boyfriend without some sacrifices. You chuckled and looked at him with a soft smile squeezing his hand slightly, both of you opting to walk to his house in blissful silence.

Sometimes you were amazed with how you scored a Class-S hero as your boyfriend, you two were complete opposites. You were more soft spoken, gentle, and had the body strength of a singular dry noodle, while Bat was loud, intense, and had muscles chiseled out by the gods themselves.

There was many a night you couldn’t sleep due to dreaming about what it would be like to finally give yourself to your lover, you thought about the way his body would look and more importantly what his cock looked like, the length and girth, if he was more veiny or not. The way he would feel stretching out your tight, wet, virgin pussy.

“Ya good babe?” He asked. Uh-oh, you didn’t realize you had slipped off into a daydream, a slight blush forming on your face as you stepped through the gate.

“Yeah, just lost in thought,” what you wanted to say was more so along the lines of *no, i need you to ravish my whole being, take me and make me yours* but you were trying to play it cool. He absolutely saw right through your bravado. (What? You didn’t think you were alone in these feelings right?)

Metal Bat also had a dirty secret of his own, one involving using his hand and his own dirty thoughts about what you looked like underneath your school uniform. The nights he was too horny to sleep, he would often think about you, how your soft your breasts would feel opposed to his rough and calloused hands, how your pussy would feel and he pumps his hard cock in and out of you. How tight your walls would grip his dick as you come undone around him.

After taking off your shoes and putting the few bags on the kitchen counter, you made your way to the bathroom to change in privacy. Thankfully you remembered to bring the lingerie you had bought to school with you. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but the way the light blue coloring complimented your hair, skin, and eye color, you just couldn’t pass it up. Plus it was like five dollars on the clearance rack. You put on some old sweatpants and shirt Baddo had given you a while back and made your way to the living room.

You walked in to see Baddo spread out on the couch, already having a program on tv to watch while eating. While you did enjoy spending time with him like this, your thoughts from earlier still had you feeling hot and bothered. You couldn’t stop thinking about how he would feel on top of you, how soft his chest would feel against yours. You hoped the lacey bodysuit wouldn’t get ripped apart since he was known to be pretty impatient.

He looked at you from the corner of his eye, taking in your small frame, wondering how your baked body would feel pressed against his. How absolutely debauched your perfect face would look in wanton pleasure. How desperately he wanted to be the source of your moans, and how much he wanted to make you scream his name.

“Hey Baddo,” you spoke first, breaking the silence.

“Ya?”

“I… I really want to fuck you,” you were surprised at your own boldness, but you had literally been dreaming about this man destroying you in the best ways possible.

“Yer serious?”

“Absolutely, i want you to be my first,” a blush spreading across your face.

He pick you up bridal style and carried you into his bedroom. Laying you on your back he hovered over you, peppering your face and neck with kisses while one hand was slowly reaching the bottom of your shirt. With a look and a nod from you he kept going, gently lifting it up and up until he hit a different fabric.

“What the hell is this?”

“Guess you’ll just have to keep going and find out.”

He kept dragging the cotton fabric over you until adjusting you to fully take it off, next thing to go was your sweatpants until the sheer lacey fabric of the bodysuit was all that covered your body. It was a shame to not leave it on but you shuffled it off so that it wasn’t in the way later.

“Holy shit, yer fuckin’ perfect babe,” he said nearly breathlessly, eyes not looking away from your body even as he got up to take off his own clothing. You could see his dick struggling against the confines of his boxers, and audibly gasped when it sprung out of it’s prison. He was a lot bigger than you imagined, you were almost concerned with not being able to walk afterwards. Almost.

“Like what ya see?” He coyly asked, taking his place on top you. Dipping his fingers into your soaking folds, his breath hitched. “Damn, yer already so wet for me babe. Are you ready?” He asked, eyes filled with lust and concern.

“Yes, please take me,” you said wrapping your arms around his neck as he lined up his cock with your soaking pussy.

You could feel him shudder in excitement as he slowly started pushing into you. His eyes scanning your face for any sign that you might want to stop.

“Holy shit, yer so tight,” he moaned out.

“Fuck, your cock is so big,” you were moaning, but aware of the foreign feeling in the pit of your abdomen. It didn’t really hurt, it just felt a little weird as you didn’t really know what it would feel like.

You couldn’t control your moans as he buried himself all the way to the hilt. Begging him to pick up the pace, he obliged your request. His own moans matching the volume of yours, neighbors be damned.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin and moaning filled his room.

“Fuck babe, I love hearing the sounds you make. Yer so fuckin perfect, and yer all mine.” The only reply you could muster was yet more moans as you felt that almost fiery knot grow.

“You’re.. you’re going…to…make me cum,” you sputtered out between moaning his name.

“Then be a good girl and cum for me. Ya dont know how much i wanna feel yer little pussy squeeze my cock as ya cum baby.”

That was all you needed to let go. Shaking and practically screaming his name, you came hard around him. He wasn’t too far behind you, picking up his pace and his thrusting becoming erratic. Groaning and and moaning your name he pulled out and came all over your stomach. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed some tissues and cleaned his mess off you before laying down next to you

“I didn’t go too hard did I?”

“No, you felt absolutely amazing. I love you so much Baddo,” you said still trying to catch your breath.

“I love you too,” he said placing a small kiss on your forehead.

#metal bat #baddo #one punch man #opm #metal bat x reader #lemony goodness #kinzoku baddo #dont forgive me father i have sinned and im okay with that #( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)#i need a cold shower

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nitewrighter · 4 months ago

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Ok, with beast boy’s og costume, you like the mask, hate the red and white color scheme.

Any thoughts on raven’s og look from the 80s? Her normal cloak over an evening gown and pumps. Fashion wise, I think it looks great, but it doesn’t seem to fit her personality wise, not then and definitely not now.

Though I imagine a modern story could call back to it, having her forced to wear the ensemble for a formal event.

Really not a huge fan of the 80's costume. I like the earrings gleaming under the shadow of the hood, but pumps? Really? Though yeah I agree it could be a fun callback in a formal outfit for her.

For me, on a design level, Raven is one of those characters where, I like her so much and she has so much going on that I'm pretty much never satisfied with whatever look they give her. DC Superhero Girls? Ew. Bombshells? Corny and lazy. Injustice? UGLAY. I know with the 03 show, the leotard had a lot of haters, but I honestly liked the leotard--I was in gymnastics as a kid, so I always thought there was something very elegant and ballet-adjacent with the long-sleeved black leotard, and this leotard also had the additional cool factor of the high neck. It's sleek, it's graceful, it's the look that made me fall in love with Raven's character to begin with. Plus, it was sportier than the high cut half-your-ass-hanging-out evening gown, and that meshed well with the overall looks of the team on that show despite her powers being more magic based than superhero sci-fi like the rest of the team. I also kind of like that it was slightly offset by those soft-looking short boots--those and the gem accents and the little sleeve cuff things added a little fantasy element to the outfit. I WILL say the DCAMU won me over on the sleeveless + long gloves combo by making them fingerless gloves.

I don't like when Raven's outfits incorporate too much of a 'bird' theme. So much of the time feathers just make her outfit look terribly busy, or it really doesn't match her restrained cool attitude at all. I do admire the ballsiness of the New 52 weird feather bone Griffith-Berserk-Eclipse-looking helm, but that look never really felt like Raven, at least it didn't feel like a Raven who was herself, if that makes sense.

For me, the ideal Raven look is one that brings to mind night and water, sleek silhouettes, fabrics that hang with a certain sense of weight but can also swish and sweep around dramatically. She's more of a shadow than a bird, to me. My design challenge for DC artists is "Forget about the bird thing for 10 seconds: How do we indicate to people that this is a half-demon interdimensional wizard girl, without making her outfit too busy?" Gem element good. Feathers bad. Don't worry about the bird--she can literally bring her own bird to the party with her Soul-Self.

I actually do like outfits of hers that turn the high-cut dress into more of a surcoat/overdress for like... a full superhero black bodysuit underneath. I am not a fan of the transparent looking tights, either make them opaque or keep her legs bare--sheer tights is just such a weird middle ground that doesn't feel like something she'd wear.

But yeah, anyway this is how picky I am when it comes to Raven's designs, haha.

#raven can have like... three feathers on the gem brooch securing her cloak and that's IT keep the feathers AWAY from her #and can we also stop with the red gradient highlights? They're so... no #dc #raven #rachel roth

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floofysmallbob · 11 months ago

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ok I just could not wait to post this design

this is such a hypocritical thing to do because I was so pissed at how impractical all of the costumes were and then I pop up with this. I would just like to say, I tried to get my friends to convince me not to give him a corset, they told me to do it.

I don’t know how to feel about this design…

Also, I would have changed his hero name, but I thought it was funny

So, here’s my design for Sparkling Hero: Can’t Stop Twinkling

Added extra laser outputs(heel, elbow, and back of hand)

heels because yes

less tacky glasses

it was very unclear how the costume transmits his laser to the other parts of his costume so I did include things to connect them all, even if it looks like he took costume advice from Midnight

(he probably did)

corset is made from the same sturdy material as his og armor

navy bodysuit

i essentially took everything wrong with the girls’ outfits and gave them to him

HOT WEATHER VERSION:

top part of the bodysuit is mesh

slightly lighter bodysuit

actually that’s pretty much it

thicker and darker bodysuit

gloves underneath the fingerless ones with the laser

lined, taller boots

lined cape

lined corset

fluffy collar

probably stole the idea from ashido

or vice versa

this is the most impractical shit I could have conceived in my life

let me know thoughts, advice, tips, and any recommendations for who to draw next

#I’m going to be posting these in seat order from now on #I already have some other completed redesigns but I won’t be posting those for a while #aoyama yuuga #yuga aoyama #mha fanart #mha redesign #mha redesigns #bnha redesign #bnha redesigns #bnha #bnha fanart #putting the twink in cant stop twinkling #imagine stealing a bunch of shit and you just see this motherfucker #what am i doing #what am i doing with my life

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lightwise · 11 months ago

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TBB S3E6 Reactions

Alright, in lieu of an analysis this week, you guys get some extra long reactions from me. Spoilers for Infiltration under the cut!

- Pantora: These onion-top spires are very cool.

- Nice poncho Rex but we can all see those tally marked scratches peeking out from underneath it.

- The Clone X theme hits HARD even when it’s only the first notes of it

- GS-8! Senator Singh! Howzer! Man the Kiners weren’t kidding with the Leo meme

- Okay Senator Singh maybe if you’ve been in hiding you shouldn’t be wearing your native cultural garb in case you stick out 🤓

- Tea?? Riyo?? I wanna have tea with her ☺️ also I want that teapot haha

- Always love the political aftermath of the clone wars and the humanizing of the separatist movement

- Singh has a little helmet recorder like Tech does…interesting

- One clone X boy coming up

- RIP Greer

- Rex is 🔥 catching that grenade…thankfully not literally

- Stripey helmet—that’s Nemec or Fireball, right??

- It really took 3 stuns to get that CX to drop. What has Hemlock been doing to them?? Are they pumped up with something to give them more endurance?

- Fireball mention!! So that’s Nemec with them.

- Wow Teth is gorgeous. I would not have remembered what this outpost means to Rex if it hadn’t come up during the trailer

- A clone base!!! This is SO FREAKING COOL (and has so many implications for the fic I’ve been writing)

- What is with the little knee socks on these bodysuits. They just look so silly

- Although Howzer’s extra pouches are also up there for hilarity points

- Ew they yanked out his tooth

- “You’re still one of us” is he though? Is there anything original left in there?

- Part of me feels like Scorch has been brainwashed too.

- “Why have I been activated” lmaoooo grumpy boi

- Internal homing device?? Greatttt

- How Rex says Tantiss 🥺

- Howzer ready to throw some hands (first of many)

- Rex’s face when he’s worried about Omega 🥺🥺🥺 he just wants to protect her and the Batch

- This is the story of Omega and her toothpick 🤣🤣

- Crosshair shaking his head at her even though he probably gave it to her 🤣 (also dear lord how does he look SO PRETTY here nursing that toothpick with his eyes glowing in the dark. Ugh I can’t with this man

- Gregor mention!

- Man Echo is not wanting to answer Hunter’s questions lol

- Omega is approaching her teen years now, Hunter. Of course she’s going to be copying her emo big (little) brother. He looks both glad that they’re bonding and also worried that they’re the reason Rex needs to talk to them.

- Still think Rex looks naked without his pauldron. I do love the detail that the paint on his shoulder underneath it would be much brighter and less worn than everywhere else, though

- “Good to see you, Rex” 🥹

- Hunter and Crosshair’s little glance.

- “Interesting contacts” what the heck does that mean Echo?? What have you been doing acquiring illegal weapons parts?? I mean they’re not illegal but they’re not exactly the norm either

- Their little salutes 🥹

- Lil stealth bomber jet vibes on this ship. Yes I will admit that looks like the Tech Turn as he touches down

- “You’re gonna have to back down Captain” the boys are so back. Only Hunter gets to mess with his brother and vice versa

- Lol everyone thinking that if you’ve been on Tantiss you automatically have the coordinates of where it’s located. Hemlock’s too smart for that, guys

- Crosshair looking solely at Hunter when he says “I’m not loyal to the Empire any longer” 😭😭😭 like his approval and understanding is the only one that matters

- Poor Omega does not want to talk about what she’s been through 💔

- Kind of surprised they don’t know what M-count means but it also makes sense. Obviously Rex has heard it mentioned from Anakin or Ahsoka but they don’t know the implications

- Okay, Rex, for the rest of this episode—I love you but WHERE are your security measures???? How does CX just waltz right in the front door and you don’t even have an alarm or key code or anything???

- Gregor canonically cooks!! Looking at you DJ 😄

- Crosshair’s description of the CX program is TERRIFYING. He can barely make himself talk about it. He was close to becoming one of them?? How is he walking around with all that knowledge and Hemlock didn’t wipe his mind if it? None of this is good. My poor boy.

- Gosh Rex sounds so tired.

- Crosshair sounds TERRIFIED.

- How does CX run so fast?

- Interesting that they give the woozy perspective of the other CX as Crosshair comes into the room

- Okay let me reiterate for you all—Crosshair is absolutely terrified here. Similar to Tech, this man is almost unflappable. If he’s scared they all should be hightailing it immediately. What the hell has Hemlock done to these clones??

- Does the CX truly recognize Crosshair? And why would Hemlock still use the designation “brother” as part of their programming? All this mind control stuff is making the chips look like child’s play

- Okay but in all seriousness, what if most of the clones being put through the undercover program still have their chips installed and those somehow can be reactivated or enhanced again? Crosshair does not, therefore it’s much harder for Hemlock to persuade him

- That sniper shot was insane. As was that creepy laugh.

- Some of the dialogue in these episodes is feeling unnecessary. Omega pointing out where shots are coming from is a little obvious

- Fireball 😢😢😢 at least you lived up to your name

- And goodbye monastery

- Woooooolffeeee. Armor as amazing as always. What the heck has he been up to to get put on missions like this. We’re one step closer to getting the old man Seelos gang together.

#the bad batch #tbb #star wars #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 3 #tbb season 3 #tbb season 3 spoilers #the bad batch season 3 spoilers

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intothedraft · 5 days ago

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Chapter 4: The Pandiro Bird's Phone Number Is One

You may be wondering why the chapters have been fairly long, when this is a 34,000 word long book with 43 chapters. I am confused about this, too. I assume there must be a load of super short chapters later on. Who knows.

Anyway.

“So…?” A man was sitting on a chair next to a computer. He was talking to a man in a black bodysuit, standing nearby. The man pulled off his hat and balanced his gun against the wall.

Here we go.

“I got the parents,” the man said, unzipping his bodysuit and pulling it off, he straitened his normal clothes which were underneath, and walked closer to the other man. “And the children…?” “They got away.” The man on the chair looked very angry. “You managed to kill two trained fighters who are on the side of Gevirians, but you failed to kill their two daughters, both of whom are younger than fifteen and are not trained?”

I'm pretty sure these guys are related, but something about this reads incredibly gay to me.

The shooter is quickly introduced as David, not Anthony. So maybe A.S. isn't the shooter, but something else? At least I gave him a name promptly enough to avoid lines and lines of dialogue spoken by two men / figures / voices.

David tells the other man that the kids got away on some kind of wooden car thing. It looked kind of like a boat.

“You know, David,” he said, shaking his head. “People only fail here if they die or if they feel sorry for the Croes.”

I'm pretty sure he failed because he's an idiot, actually.

“Well, it is a bit stupid, don’t you think?” said David. “What?” said the other man. “Well, er, boss, do you know how this whole thing started?” “No. No one who’s alive does know. But what I do know is that it was them who started it. We presume it was mass murder.” “Yes, but what if it was a stupid reason?”

So... no one knows how this feud started, even the guy who just killed two people in front of their children over it. Maybe his stupidity the last chapter was intentional. He killed the parents, was so overcome with remorse that he knelt down on the sofa to pray, and spent the rest of the chapter trying to tell the kids how sorry he was, but his darn gun kept shooting for no reason.

David's boss tells him that the reason these people need to die is that they've killed so many of their own family. Which... seems like something David should already know.

“The last time we had a major conflict with these people about twenty of our men died and about ten injured.” “I heard it was Gevirians. Not humans.” “And a child. One of the people you killed, the mother, her mother was involved in a massive fight in Hinilton Castle.”

I'm not entirely sure if David is talking about Gevirians being killed or doing the killing, presumably the latter.

I also have no idea why I can't just use real place names. I have to make them up for... reasons.

Is David's boss going to go into the gory details about what happened at the expertly-named Hinilton Castle? Are we going to find out Layane's grandmother is a murderer? Did she kill children, too?

The man who had been sitting down walked up to a filing cabinet and took out some paper. He scanned down it. “Oh… some people found out more information in there,” said David. “About some of the more powerful Gevirians’ weaknesses. It’s very interesting… well worth a read.”

Of course not. He's going to get distracted by a folder of information about the Gevirians.

It turns out they don't know where Hiville is, but they have a folder of information about it from... somewhere. It's unclear where. Anyway, they chat about the Gevirians for a while. Nothing particularly interesting.

“Yes, I suppose. I’ve never seen one. They must be odd.” “Yes, I suppose they are. They do have four ar…” His boss looked at the paper, a shocked look on his face.

I really want the four arms thing to be a Reveal, huh.

His boss looked at the paper, a shocked look on his face. “What…?” he yelled in surprise. The man sat down again, squinting at the paper. “What is it, boss?” “Just, just there… it says that once two guards managed to find an artefact from Hiville, a book. It was chained shut. It was claimed if you opened it your enemy could unleash it’s power.” “We discussed it last week at a meeting,” said David. “We decided it was just a legend.”

Me starting the meeting where we discuss a powerful underground civilisation and the children we're going to murder for reasons.

And...

Okay. Two guards found it? They found the book... that was in Hiville? But they have no idea where Hiville is?

Let's not think too hard about that.

Ignoring the fact it doesn't make any sense for them to have this information, why doesn't the boss know about this already?

And who would open the book if it gives your enemies ultimate power?

At least this lore makes a bit more sense for the plot than the last book's. If you open the book, your enemies will control the book's power, so obviously these idiots need Layane or Clemant to open it.

David's boss pulls out a cigar and starts smoking. He's clearly excited by this evil book.

“Did you say the children were in a boat?” “I think so.” “They’re going to Hiville.” “What?” “They must be. We need someone to follow them,” said his boss. A grin appeared on his face. “Or something…”

That makes a lot more sense than the last draft, where they used a search engine to find information about Hiville. In 1986.

“Er, the Pandiro…It’s going to be destroyed,” said David. “It’s called itself Pandiro. And anyway, it’s way to dangerous, way, way, way too dangerous. And it’s not a it really, she’s alive.” “I know,” said the man. “Well, she was born as a bird. So it really is a she. A bird, morphed onto human DNA…” “But you asked for other DNA to be added in as well.”

I guess it's the Pandiro bird now? Wasn't it the Pardiro bird in draft 1?

*Checks.*

Oh, at various times I called it both Pandiro and Pardiro in draft 1. Whoops. That completely went over my head when I read it the other day.

Anyway, it's time for our best gal! Who has bird, human and other DNA apparently. Not going to question that. At least she has DNA.

The Pandiro bird is due to be killed, but they think they can persuade her to help them, in exchange for... money.

Not her life?

Okay.

“Get her on the phone,” said his boss. “There’s one in her cage. The number is 1.” “Just ‘1’?” “Yeah, just one.” David picked up a phone nearby and dialled one.

I don't think I knew what speed dial is. This is me making a joke. The joke is that her phone number is one.

I mentioned to my fiancée, after she read the draft 1 stuff, that I think I used to find unexpectedly big numbers funny. There's a dragon with a million heads. Someone with eighteen arms. She then pointed out that clearly I still do, because there's a few occasions in my most recent book where large or unexpected numbers are used for comedic effect.

I wasn't convinced.

Then yesterday, when I was working from home, I asked one of my colleagues to check how many of a certain flyer we have in the office. She replied, 'millions of (flyer title)' and I burst out laughing.

Numbers are funny, okay.

Also. The bird has a phone in her cage? The bird they are about to kill for being too powerful? The bird who can force anyone to do anything? I assume the phone can't make outgoing calls? Right?

David's boss talks to the bird over the phone, so I'm not sure why David had to dial. He asks the bird her terms, and is shocked by her response, which we don't hear.

“She’s agreed to be paid,” said his boss. “How much?” asked David. “Oh… Not in money,” said his boss. “Well, what in?” “I’ll let her tell you.” David held the phone to his ear. He could only hear breathing down it, he wondered whether this was only a prank and the boss would never really use the Pandiro for anything… But then he heard a screeching down the phone, a piercing notice that made his head spin… and he collapsed, holding the phone to his ear. “What the…?” he yelled. “She wanted to use her voice again,” said the boss. “Pretend to die.” David held his breath, and his boss snapped the wire from the phone. “She said she wanted to use her voice to kill someone, so she’d better not see you,” he said. “I put the phone on a different setting so it didn’t come out to bad.”

Metal as fuck.

But also: what's going to happen when the Pandiro bird finds out he isn't really dead? How did she buy that? Come to think of it, if all the bird wants to do is murder, why didn't they get her to kill Layane and her family? What's to stop her from killing David and -

Ohhh. I just remembered that the boss' name was Alex in draft 1. I think it was only mentioned once. So he is probably A.S.

But back to this for a moment... what phone settings would you use to stop your relative / colleague / hitman being killed by screeching?

“She’s too dangerous!” yelled David. “She can do what we tell her, or she can disobey us. She may have a bird’s body, but by god she has a human brain and that just showed us!”

Oh, the horrors!

On that dramatic note, the chapter ends.

#draft 2: dying screams #writing #writing humour #gr8writingtips

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anxious anon back,, imma parrot what mintyvoid said but yee the complex outfits and dynamic poses are so pretti!! i'm curious are you referencing bits and pieces from photos n such or is a lot freestyle of the top of your head. bc like there was a couple of ai pieces especially where you popped off with his outfits. there was a gorgeous multicolour one from dec 2020 and a white bodysuit with gold swirly accents n stuff and i think a lilac cape from 2023?? those 2 especially are stuck in my head

most of the poses i do are freestyle i probably have seen enough cartoons and people that i have some basic stuff down i can pull from. if its some certain angles i cant place well i find ref esp if it has to look good for a piece i put effort in or is paid n stuff. as for outfits that colored one was kinda random if u mean the jacket with the mesh thing underneath but the white bodysuit i also pulled out of nowhere. i think the main thought i had for that was the sleeves and i just put the rest of the stuff on as it went. so its a double edged sword it can end up working great or turns to trash

#but in that case i ended up likin a lot how it turned out too #i still dream of drawing the full gods star gang #snswrs

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Ranking Belle's outfits from the official Instagram account (uworld_belle) based how much I like them

Hi I'm sick and bored

Red flower dress : 10/10 Great recreation!

This white dress: also 10/10, i like the use of lace. Wish we could see the full design

This one: 6/10 objectively nicely styled but the pattern on the mesh shirt looks ugly, if it was something less cluttered it would be a cuter look. I didn't even realize it was a mesh shirt with a tank top underneath until now because of the pattern. Also how are her earring attached to her ears??

white dress nr.2: 8/10 Only back shown but i like the idea

This: 0/10 Belle sweetie I'm so sorry they put you in this outfit. The ugly sequin dress with ruffles and puffed sleeves. The fishnet stockings. The boots. The ill matching pearl necklace. Just Ugly

This one:7/10 No full shot but hey that's some interesting jewelry. Plus I think the shot is pretty

This nr.2: 0/10 This one and the black sequin dress are fighting for the title of the ugliest dress I've ever seen. Not even Belle can make this pretty

Green fit: 9/10 give her better glasses and she's great. I like the green and the necklaces. Rounder, thin gold wire glasses would match the necklaces i think

Pajamas: 10/10 not much I can criticize about pyjamas lol. Nice color and print

Orange winter fit: 4/10 I don't hate it as much as the two awful ones but I don't vibe with this

Metallic dress: 7/10 Looks cute but making the shirt and glove actually metal would make it look better, the printed on pattern makes it look cheap

New Year's Kimono: 10/10 Vibrant blue looks good on her and the patterns look nice. She looks very polite

White dress nr.3: 10/10 Cute and simple design, can't really go wrong here

Mesh shirt: 8/10 only the shirt visible but it doesn't have a pattern like the previous mesh shirt so I'm scoring it higher

"Red carpet look": 5/10 nice but boring

white dress nr.4: 4/10 sequin/gemstone bodice, and black sparkly heels to a dress with no black in it. No jewelry aside from only 1 sorry bracelet

white dress nr.5: 6/10 This one is simpler but looks better. Plus she remembered to get some jewelry

White dress nr.6: 9/10 Reused white dress number 3, but removed the collar and pants and added different shoes

Concert(?) outfit: 2/10 The pattern idea is interesting but the shape of the dress is so unflattering and just makes look like she was dressed by a grandma. The heels are nice but nothing groundbreaking. Pales in comparison to her actual concert outfit from the movie

Magazine Uniform outfit nr.1: 5/10 the shape of the dress is nice i guess? She would rock a gown in this shape

Magazine Uniform outfit nr.2: 8/10 elegant and simple but the fuzzy sleeve is a choice

Magazine Uniform outfit nr.3: 3/10 Designer bag by Niels Peeraer is really cute but doesn't go with the outfit at all. Belle is meant to be a fashionable girlie and you put her in a fucking trench coat and what looks like a bodysuit with a funky pattern. The 3 points are for the bag itself. The bags by this designer are actually really cute, but also stupidly expensive lol.

ok byee

#belle 2021 #my posts #you can see my bias for the simple white dresses lol #the white dress she has during gales of song is my favorite #kinda wish they would've gone harder on the virtual idol Belle as a promo idea #imagine a virtual concert we could watch #that would be cool

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echowisdom · 4 months ago

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Feel Confident and Beautiful: A Guide to Women’s Lingerie

Introduction

When it comes to feeling confident and beautiful, women’s lingerie can play a transformative role. It's not just about wearing something pretty underneath your clothes; lingerie has the power to enhance your self-esteem and allow you to connect with your femininity. Whether you’re choosing pieces for everyday comfort, a special occasion, or simply to indulge yourself, the right lingerie can make all the difference in how you feel.

For many women, lingerie can be a form of self-expression. It’s a way to embrace your individuality and feel empowered, no matter your body shape or size. You don’t need to wait for a specific event to wear something that makes you feel amazing; the simple act of putting on a well-fitted, beautiful piece of lingerie can elevate your mood and make you feel like the best version of yourself.

Choosing the perfect womens lingerie, however, can sometimes feel overwhelming. With so many options available, understanding what works for your body type, lifestyle, and personal preferences is key. In this guide, we’ll dive deep into the world of lingerie, covering everything from fit and fabrics to trends and confidence-boosting tips, so you can make informed decisions and feel empowered every day.

Understanding Women’s Lingerie

What Is Lingerie?

Lingerie refers to a range of undergarments designed specifically for women, blending comfort with aesthetics. It includes bras, panties, bodysuits, corsets, and other intimate apparel. What sets lingerie apart from regular undergarments is its emphasis on style, design, and sensuality. While some pieces are functional, offering support and shaping, others are purely designed to make you feel beautiful.

Types of Lingerie for Every Occasion

Lingerie isn’t one-size-fits-all, and neither should your lingerie drawer be. Different occasions call for different types of lingerie, and knowing which pieces to choose can help you feel both comfortable and confident.

Everyday Comfort: Soft bras, cotton panties, and breathable fabrics are perfect for daily wear. These pieces prioritize comfort without sacrificing style.

Special Occasions and Lingerie: For romantic evenings or special moments, lace bras, satin camisoles, and garter belts add an extra touch of elegance and sensuality.

Functional and Fashionable Pieces: Shapewear, bralettes, and multi-functional bras provide the perfect blend of style and practicality for those times when you need a bit more structure.

The Importance of Proper Fit

How to Measure Yourself Correctly

Wearing lingerie that fits properly can make all the difference in your overall comfort and confidence. Many women are surprised to learn that they’ve been wearing the wrong bra size for years. To find the perfect fit, it’s essential to measure yourself regularly, as your body shape can change over time due to weight fluctuations, pregnancy, or hormonal changes.

Start by measuring around the fullest part of your bust and just below your bust (your band size). Using these two measurements, you can determine your correct bra size. It’s also important to consider the fit of panties, as a waistband that’s too tight or too loose can be uncomfortable and unflattering.

The Benefits of Wearing the Right Size

Wearing lingerie that fits well not only looks better but also feels better. A bra that offers the right support can improve posture, reduce back pain, and make your clothing fit more smoothly. Well-fitted panties won’t dig into your skin or create unsightly lines. Ultimately, the right size can boost your confidence and ensure that you feel comfortable all day long.

Choosing the Right Lingerie for Your Body Type

Pear Shape

If your hips are wider than your bust, you may have a pear-shaped body. To balance your proportions, opt for bras with embellishments or padded cups to enhance your bust. High-cut panties or cheeky styles can draw attention to your curves while elongating your legs.

Apple Shape

Women with broader shoulders and a fuller midsection may identify with an apple-shaped body. Look for bras that provide ample support and lift, such as underwire or full-coverage bras. High-waisted panties can help smooth your tummy area and provide a flattering silhouette.

Hourglass Shape

An hourglass figure is defined by a balanced bust and hips with a defined waist. Embrace your natural curves with lingerie that highlights your waistline, like a corset or a cinched bodysuit. Push-up bras and bikini-cut panties will accentuate your shape.

Athletic Body Type

If you have a more straight or athletic build, look for lingerie that creates the illusion of curves. Padded bras, lace details, and ruffled panties can add a touch of femininity and softness to your figure.

Exploring Lingerie Fabrics

Common Fabrics Used in Lingerie

The fabric of your lingerie can make a significant difference in how it feels and looks. Common materials include cotton, lace, silk, and satin. Each fabric has its own unique qualities, from the breathability of cotton to the luxurious feel of silk.

Sensual Fabrics That Make You Feel Amazing

For those special moments when you want to feel extra sensual, lace and satin are excellent choices. Lace offers a delicate, romantic look, while satin is smooth and glides against the skin. Pairing these fabrics together can create a stunning and sophisticated aesthetic.

Breathable Fabrics for Everyday Wear

For everyday wear, breathable fabrics like cotton and microfiber are your best bet. They allow your skin to breathe, prevent irritation, and provide all-day comfort. These fabrics are also easy to care for, making them practical for daily use.

Colors and Patterns in Lingerie

The Psychology of Lingerie Colors

Did you know that the colors you choose for your lingerie can affect how you feel? For instance, red is often associated with passion and confidence, while black is timeless, elegant, and slimming. Soft pastels, like blush pink or baby blue, evoke feelings of innocence and playfulness.

Choosing the Right Colors for Your Skin Tone

To enhance your natural beauty, it’s important to choose lingerie colors that complement your skin tone. Women with fair skin may shine in jewel tones like emerald green or sapphire blue, while those with deeper skin tones look stunning in bold colors like gold or vibrant purples.

Fun with Prints and Patterns

Don’t be afraid to experiment with prints and patterns! Whether it’s floral, polka dots, or animal prints, patterned lingerie can add an element of fun to your wardrobe. The key is to choose prints that reflect your personality and make you feel good when you wear them.

Lingerie for Special Occasions

Bridal Lingerie

Bridal lingerie is an essential part of the wedding experience, designed to make a bride feel extra special on her big day. White lace, satin, and sheer fabrics are common choices, offering both elegance and romance. From garter belts to corsets, bridal lingerie is all about celebrating love and femininity.

Anniversary or Romantic Lingerie

Anniversaries or romantic getaways call for lingerie that feels luxurious and intimate. Choose pieces that make you feel confident and alluring, like a silk robe, a matching set in a bold color, or a lace bralette with matching panties.

Self-Care and Treat-Yourself Lingerie

Sometimes, lingerie isn’t about anyone else – it’s about you. Investing in a beautiful piece of lingerie just for yourself is a great way to practice self-love. Whether it’s a soft lace bra or a delicate chemise, wearing something that makes you feel beautiful can elevate your mood and remind you to appreciate your body.

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Comfort vs. Style in Lingerie

Balancing Comfort with Elegance

Who says you can’t have both comfort and style in lingerie? Many modern designs prioritize both, offering beautiful pieces that feel great to wear. Look for soft bras that provide support without underwire or lace panties that don’t sacrifice comfort for looks.

How to Feel Sexy While Staying Comfortable

Feeling sexy doesn’t have to mean discomfort. You can feel confident in a bralette that’s just as stylish as it is comfortable, or opt for boyshorts in lace for a flirty yet cozy option. The key is to find pieces that make you feel good both inside and out.

Lingerie and Self-Expression

Using Lingerie to Express Your Personality

Lingerie can be a powerful tool for self-expression. Whether you’re drawn to bold, bright colors or prefer soft, romantic lace, your choice of lingerie can reflect your unique style and personality. Play around with different cuts, fabrics, and designs until you find the pieces that speak to who you are.

How Different Styles Reflect Different Moods

Just like clothing, lingerie can reflect your mood. A flirty, playful mood might call for a lacy, pastel set, while a confident, bold mood may have you reaching for a sleek, black bodysuit. By selecting lingerie that aligns with your emotions, you can enhance how you feel in the moment.

Breaking Stereotypes About Lingerie

Lingerie Is for All Ages

One of the most persistent myths about lingerie is that it’s only for young women or special occasions. In reality, lingerie is for women of all ages. Whether you’re in your twenties or your sixties, beautiful lingerie can make you feel confident and empowered.

Busting Myths About Lingerie and Body Image

Another common misconception is that lingerie is only for women with a certain body type. Lingerie is for every body, no matter the shape or size. It’s about finding what makes you feel amazing, not about conforming to society’s ideals of beauty.

Caring for Your Lingerie

How to Wash and Care for Delicate Fabrics

Lingerie is often made from delicate fabrics that require special care. Hand-washing with gentle detergent and cold water is the best way to keep your pieces looking their best. Avoid harsh washing machines, and always air-dry your lingerie to preserve its shape and quality.

Storing Lingerie to Prolong Its Lifespan

To keep your lingerie in top condition, store it properly. Lay bras flat in a drawer to maintain their shape, and fold panties or bodysuits neatly. Avoid cramming pieces into tight spaces, as this can lead to stretching or snagging delicate fabrics.

Boosting Your Confidence with Lingerie

Embracing Your Unique Beauty

Lingerie is more than just clothing – it’s a celebration of your body. Embrace your unique beauty by choosing lingerie that makes you feel confident and comfortable. Focus on what makes you feel good, rather than adhering to external standards.

Using Lingerie to Enhance Body Positivity

Wearing lingerie that you love can be a great way to promote body positivity. Celebrate your curves, your edges, and everything in between. The right lingerie can make you feel empowered and help you see yourself in a more positive light.

Lingerie Trends in 2024

Emerging Trends in Lingerie Design

Lingerie trends are constantly evolving. In 2024, we’re seeing a rise in minimalistic designs that prioritize comfort and sustainability. Soft, natural fabrics and neutral tones are taking center stage, while bold, structured pieces are making a comeback for those who want to make a statement.

The Role of Sustainability in Modern Lingerie

As sustainability becomes more important to consumers, the lingerie industry is following suit. Brands are using eco-friendly fabrics like organic cotton and recycled lace, and creating pieces designed to last longer, reducing the need for constant replacement.

Lingerie as a Form of Self-Love

Treating Yourself to Beautiful Pieces

Buying lingerie for yourself can be an act of self-love. It’s not about impressing anyone else – it’s about how you feel when you slip into something beautiful. Treat yourself to lingerie that reflects your personality and makes you feel special, whether it’s a delicate lace bralette or a bold, red bodysuit.

The Emotional Impact of Wearing Lingerie

Lingerie has the power to transform how you feel about yourself. When you wear something that makes you feel beautiful, it shows in the way you carry yourself. Lingerie is more than just an item of clothing – it’s a reminder to love and appreciate your body just as it is.

Conclusion

Lingerie is about so much more than what’s underneath your clothes – it’s about how you feel on the inside. Whether you’re dressing for a special occasion or simply slipping into something comfortable for yourself, the right lingerie can boost your confidence, enhance your body image, and allow you to express your unique beauty.

Embrace lingerie as a form of self-love and celebrate yourself every day. No matter your body shape, size, or age, there’s a piece of lingerie out there that will make you feel amazing.

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Missing Out - Chapter I - I'm so glad I woke up today

While she's smoking, he leans down and starts pressing his lips against her neck. She turns her head away from him and back towards the party to give him more room to work.

That's when she sees Steve Harrington coming their way.

She puts a hand onto Billy's chest before whispering to him, "Sorry babe, fun police is here."

Just as Billy's pulling away to see what she's talking about, Steve makes his presence known. Loudly.

"Harper! The hell are you doing back here?" Though he doesn't say it, she can feel the added 'with him' at the end of that question.

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a/n: tags and characters will be updated as the story moves along. there will be eventual smut. maybe. probably.

about: billy hargrove x ofc, slow burn strangers to lovers modern!au

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Harper had heard about the infamous Billy Hargrove, sure. Her customers had mentioned the new guy in school, not to mention Steve never shut the fuck up about their rivalry. Of course she had heard about how hot he was, how much of an asshole he was, how great in bed he was. But she didn't expect him to be this attractive. Were these other rumors gross underestimations too?

She sat on a picnic table in the backyard of….someone's house party. To be honest, she didn't give a shit whose party it was. She was here to conduct a business. Maybe that's a bit too formal. She was here to sell drugs to teenagers. But it was how she kept her bills paid, so business it is. Cigarette in hand, she was sitting on top of the table with her feet on the bench. Along with the small black bag she had tucked between her feet on the bench, she was dressed in all black: her Docs, her jeans, and the lace bodysuit she had on that was better described as lingerie than clothing. This was entirely on purpose: the sexier she looked, the more easily she could sucker her customers into buying more than they were originally asking for. It was a fairly warm night, so the worn leather jacker she brought (also black) was laying on the table directly underneath her so as to provide some semblance of a cushion between her and the table. It wasn't working.

Despite her discomfort, she was having a great night - with sales, at least. She had gone through most of the weaker shit she brought along, leaving her with a bit of weed, some coke, and a fair amount of pills left. That's when she saw him: his tucked-in shirt almost completely unbuttoned, heavy boots, a gold necklace, and jeans that fit him almost too well. Plus it was painfully obvious that he had spent a decent amount of time making sure his hair looked perfectly coiffed. He's standing just outside the backdoor of the house with that asshole Steve used to hang around with. Suddenly, said asshole points directly at Harper, causing Billy and her to make direct eye contact. God he was pretty. She takes one more drag from her cigarette as he starts walking toward her. She stubs the butt out on the bottom of her boot and flicks it directly into the pool nearby.

"Hey sweetheart, haven't seen you around before," he smirks as he's closing in on the table. He sits down beside her and leans back on his hands.

She leans back with him, mimicking his posture, "Must not be looking very hard then, handsome."

"Well that can't be true. If there were someone as hot as you walking around Hawkins, I would've been the first to know."

"Is that so? Any girl who's above a seven needs to be on your radar, huh?" She quips back at him. He seems unphased.

"Please. You think I'd be caught dead with anyone less than an 8.5?" Okay, so he's absolutely full of himself, but at least he's quick.

"Can I help you with something, or did you just come over here to shower me in compliments? Cause I'll accept either, honestly."

He nodded his head back to where the asshole was standing, "Tommy over there told me you've got some party favors. I was in the market." That's the asshole's name. Tommy. She tells herself she's going to remember it this time, but she won't.

She grabs the small bag from between her feet and gives a sort of 'follow me' gesture to Billy. They get up from their seats and walk over to the side of the house where there's no crowd.

"What kind of party favors were you looking for, sweet thing?" She leans against the wall of the house and Billy stands directly in front of her. Almost too close.

"Just some weed. Maybe an eighth?" He takes a small step even closer to her as she unzips the bag she's carrying. She frowns, "I've only got a couple pre-rolls left. But I'll tell you what - I'll smoke one with you, no charge, and you can come by my place tomorrow to pick up the eighth."

He's now directly next to her, leaning his shoulder against the wall. He starts brushing some of her hair behind her shoulder and she can smell the mint and cigarettes on his breath. He's smiling something wicked, "Sounds perfect, doll."

Harper pulls one of the few joints she has in an Altoids can from her back and places it between her teeth before rezipping her bag and placing it over her shoulder. By this point, Billy is already pulling out a lighter to assist her. Once the end of the joint is lit, she takes a deep inhale and holds it in. She looks her smoking partner directly in the eyes while she exhales, following it up immediately with her second hit. Wordlessly, she passes the joint to him.

Harper is used to people flirting when it comes to their drugs. Trying to get a discount, usually. Sometimes it works, but not usually. Not to mention she fully anticipated Billy Hargrove being an enormous flirt even if drugs weren't involved. What she wasn't expecting was for Billy to take a hit before using his free hand to gently grab her face, pushing her lips into a pout. His lips just barely graze hers as he exhales the smoke directly into her mouth. She can't remember the last time she shotgunned with someone - and it's definitely never made her this flustered. Billy takes one more hit, this time exhaling away from the both of them, before passing the joint back to her. She's doing her best to remain unphased (at least visibly) while she takes her next hit. She thinks she's doing a pretty damn good job until Billy surprises her yet again. While she's smoking, he leans down and starts pressing his lips against her neck. She turns her head away from him and back towards the party to give him more room to work.

That's when she sees Steve Harrington coming their way.

She puts a hand onto Billy's chest before whispering to him, "Sorry babe, fun police is here."

Just as Billy's pulling away to see what she's talking about, Steve makes his presence known. Loudly.

"Harper! The hell are you doing back here?" Though he doesn't say it, she can feel the added 'with him' at the end of that question.

"It's called running a business, Steven. You should try it sometime," she quips as she rolls her eyes at him. She pulls the bag off her shoulder and grabs a pen out of it. Without a word, she grabs Billy's hand and begins writing something on his wrist.

"Here's my number. Text me tomorrow when you want to come by," she winks at him before walks toward Harrington. Billy can hear them arguing back and forth as they walk back into the house, but he can't hear what's being said.

He looks down at his wrist and adds the number into his phone before it gets smudged.

#stranger things #stranger things fic #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x ofc #billy hargrove x original character #modern!au #slow burn #strangers to lovers

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theygotlost · 1 year ago

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ok hi good morning. the openers sucked pretty bad (disko cowboy and empress of) and my friend that I came with was vibing but i was standing in the club with my arms crossed cause i disagreed with the music selection.

but rina herself was amazing !!!!! the setlist was just all her main hits from both albums so she did all the faves. most of the set she was wearing a really baggy button up shirt and pants and then right before she started the last 2 numbers (XS and this hell) suddenly her backup dancers TORE it off her and she had a super cunty red latex bodysuit underneath and the way everyone lost their MINDS. the drama.

one thing i was a little disappointed about is that she spent a lot of time kneeling and crouching on the stage again for the drama but it made it really hard to see her even though i had a pretty good view. oh well. also i tried taking videos but she kept getting washed out by all the lighting and i only figured out like 3/4s of the way through the show how to keep my phone from doing that lol

also if you are sensitive in any way to flashing or strobing lights jesus fucking christ please do not see her on this tour. im not particularly sensitive to that kind of thing an i almost felt like i was gonna pass out from the amount of strobe lights

THE RINA SHOW WAS AWESOME !!!!!! im so tired ill post more about it tomorrow

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nonasuch · 2 years ago

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The 2022 Miss Universe pageant was last night!

Which means: the National Costumes are here.

Yes, there is video. It’s worth watching if you want to see how some of these look in motion, but I’m warning you in advance that the emcees keep doing these shitty little rhyming couplets, and they will make you want to strangle them with one of the many available voluminous gown trains. So I’m suffering on your behalf, and liveblogging.

First up: Albania.

Sparkly flag-inspired bodysuit with train is the voting “present” of the Miss Universe National Costume Competition.

Angola. She did a fun dance on her way to center stage, which would probably not have been possible in her original costume, which was “tree-inspired” and too big to ship to New Orleans.

Argentina. This is where the video does come in handy, because without it I would not be able to award her First Contestant To Visibly Struggle Under The Weight Of Her Outfit. It’s a waterfall. The rainbow crotch area was certainly a design choice.

Armenia. I would like to see what’s going on with the bodice behind the... shield thing? but she never put it down.

Also, it turns out that when one contestant has a costume dedicated to solemn remembrance of the Armenian genocide, and the contestant immediately after her has a costume that’s about beach parties, there is kind of an uncomfortably abrupt tonal shift that happens onstage.

Aruba. Like I said: weird tonal shift! She did a little shimmy dance at Miss Armenia as they passed each other and it was clearly awkward for both of them. This is made of recycled materials leftover from Carnival, which is cool? I guess?

Australia. This is a prom dress. Boo.

Bahrain. A rare pants look! There’s a lot of detail in the headdress and bodice that’s kind of getting lost, but it looks cool in motion. Also the theme is apparently “Bahrain is rich as fuck,” so congrats I guess?

Belgium. Okay so the theme of this costume, my hand to g-d, is “the window on the International Space Station that Belgium built.” Why does this requires a shit-ton of leftover Christmas tinsel and some very awkward-to-wear angel wings? I do not know.

Belize. This is fun! It’s a good “lesser-known Batman villainess” kind of look. Like if Ivy and Catwoman co-mentored someone. The actual theme is “the world’s only jaguar reserve, which is in Belize,” but I think it’s also kind of implying that she might be a were-jaguar. Which, again, is fun!

Bhutan. This goes in the “just an actual regional/folk costume” category, which is also kind of like voting Present, but it looks like the fabrics are nice.

Bolivia. She has an entire Andean condor on her head so I’m already on board. This photo only shows the cloak, which is covered in silver spangles in honor of Bolivia’s silver mines, and is also why her condor is perched on a miner’s helmet. The dress underneath is entirely made of swags of sparkly gold beads, so the visual effect is actually pretty nice in motion.

Brazil. The construction details on this are actually quite lovely! Lots of intricate beading and rhinestone work. Unfortunately that doesn’t convey well at any distance, and also that white fin peplum thing flaps around really awkwardly when she walks. Oh, wait, she can flip it up to be a clamshell thing behind her head!

That looks much better.

British Virgin Islands. First giant flower of the year!

Bulgaria. Apparently this is made of neoprene? So with that and the rainbow stripes, the effect ends up being kind of “what if Midsommar, but at a rave.”

Cambodia. It feels weird to say “yep, standard Miss Universe warrior goddess costume” but basically that’s what this is. I do like the green-and-gold color palette, though.

Cameroon. “The baskets represent the nation’s agricultural movement.” Okay! I like how it’s giving “Valkyrie, but make it Global South,” though I’m not sure three entire country-shaped cutouts were necessary.

Canada. Another fine Miss Universe tradition: contestant who knows how to dance en pointe so she’s going to goddamn wear a costume that goes with pointe shoes, Or Else. Some nice beadwork! I would let her be the third, secret red swan in Swan Lake if that were a thing.

Cayman Islands. Sexy Blue Iguana is a fun concept! There’s a tail in back of the cape.

Chile. Sexy Atacama Desert is kind of abstract, as these things go, but I respect her choice to wear something she could walk in.

China. Hilariously, the announcer was like “This look... does not match the bio we were given, so I’m gonna wing it!” The fabrics are nice -- the satin drapes and moves well -- but the embellishments are kind of meh compared to some of the Miss China looks I’ve seen.

Colombia. This is a legit great Sexy Phoenix, but I need you all to know that her crown got turned a little sideways while she walked to the stage and she clearly knew it and just as clearly could do nothing about it, and I feel bad for laughing but it was funny.

Costa Rica. Sexy hummingbird! I think I’ve identified a recurring theme for this year. Corset and wings are made of recycled materials, which is nice, and they look well-made -- a lot of wing-based costumes tend to flop around or go crooked in motion, but not these.

Croatia. Oh, honey. This has big “my mom helped me make this the night before it was due” energy, unfortunately.

Curacao. “Meet the Fisherman’s Wife, a woman with a key role in Curacao’s fishing industry.” Okay? Honestly you could have left off the basket and said “this costume represents the beautiful marine life of Curacao” and I would have been like “yep, checks out” but now I have many follow-up questions.

Czech Republic. This is meant to be a Mucha-inspired look but uh. Mostly it’s just. beige. I’m starting to feel like all the other Slavic countries saw advance photos of Miss Ukraine and were like “let’s just phone it in this year, girls, there’s no point.”

Dominican Republic. “This costume recognizes the importance of birds in Dominican culture.” They did make it with silk feathers, which I appreciate, because it would have been very weird to use real ones with that mission statement. Also I like her headdress, and the giant feather fans are a good way to nod in the direction of wings without the hassle of actually wearing wings.

Ecuador. This looks good in motion! She did some dancing onstage that worked well, and there’s a great sculpted Inca head scowling on the back of her headdress. This is still only a few notches above voting Present, though.

El Salvador. “History of Currency,” which is definitely a concept! The Bitcoin wizard staff is sure something.

Equatorial Guinea. A perfectly nice entry in the “actual regional costume” category, but on the video I was like “oh, yikes, her headdress is really wobbly” and then it FELL OFF and I felt so bad for her.

Finland. “Spirit of the Forest”? Fuck off, that’s a prom dress. Boo.

I’m going to pause here so this readmore doesn’t get completely out of control. Shit, there are 50 more of these? Well, I have only myself to blame.

#miss universe #miss universe national costume

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goddess-in-heaven-and-hell · 3 years ago

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Lingering Touch (Gwynriel One Shot)

A little story about Gwyn buying lingerie and Azriel losing his mind.

Disclaimer: You do NOT need lingerie in order to be thought of as pretty or to have sex. You also do NOT need to wear lingerie for a significant other if you yourself don’t like it.

Warnings: this is obviously smutty (but not too much, it has plot), specific mention of p in v sex, cum, mild shadowplay, swearing

Word count: around 5500

Nesta looked smoking hot. Even though Gwyn wasn’t that interested in women sexually speaking, she had to admit that, yes, she’d worship the ground Nesta stepped on. At least while she was wearing what she was currently wearing.

“Well, what do you think?”, Nesta took a few more steps towards the crackling fireplace and turned on her tiptoes, presenting her fellow Valkyrie her outfit of choice. In two weeks’ time, Cassian and Nesta will be going away on a trip to the day court in order to celebrate their one year mating anniversary. And apparently, Nesta planned to pack lightly.

Emerie let out a whistle. “Girl, you won’t make it outside of your room for one second if you wear this.”

“Didn’t plan to.”, Nesta winked, took another twirl, and pranced out of the library to change into the fifth outfit of the night. If you could count tiny pieces of lace and leather as outfits.

The girls were currently nestled on the plush sofas of the room. Little chocolate cakes (curtesy of the House) littered the coffee table, the third bottle of wine balanced dangerously close to the edge of it and Nesta’s symphonia droned on in the background. As soon as the girls were finished discussing their latest novel, the eldest Archeron sister wanted Emerie’s and Gwyn’s opinion on the lingerie she bought. And here they were.

“Honestly, Cassian will likely not come back from the trip. With that second set she could easily cause a heart attack.”, Emerie commented dryly, sipping on her wine and waiting for Nesta to continue her runway show. Gwyn thought that she looked like a judge, only missing the numbers one to ten drawn on a piece of paper to make the whole thing more sophisticated.

The priestess herself only nodded in agreement, sporting a growing blush on her cheeks, that now even travelled further down her chest. Nesta’s taste was nothing short of scandalous, with little cut outs in places that really didn’t need a cut out – because they were defeating the whole point of wearing underwear at all – and straps of leather spiraling up her torso and arms. It looked enticing, especially considering Nesta’s lush and athletic body underneath, but it left little to the imagination at what the couple was up to in the bedroom. Not that they were ever shy to share.

“Ready girls?”, Nesta’s voice travelled to their ears before a basically naked body followed, “What do you say? This is a bit on the modest side, but I thought Cass would appreciate the colour.”

Nesta was wearing a lace bodysuit of a beautiful burgundy with a high cut waist. Gwyn couldn’t think of any reason for calling this ‘modest’, but liked it nonetheless.

“That’s gorgeous”, the priestess chimed in, “the color does suit you. And Cassian’s siphons too.”

Nesta nodded, then Emerie gave her thumbs up too (likely rating it a strong 7 in her head), and turned to change into her normal clothing. The fashion show was over, technically, but Gwyn’s thoughts were still honed on the topic. She just didn’t quite know how to address what she wanted to say.

Earlier this year, the mating bond between Gwyn and Azriel, the Spymaster of the Court of Night, had snapped into place. Both couldn’t possibly be happier. Even though they hadn’t officially mated yet, they explored everything together: from the winding streets of Velaris, to their wishes and fears, even to their bodies. Gwyn had never known a time where she felt so completely in tune and open to another person, minus maybe Catrin. And seeing Nesta in these beautifully scandalous sets had Gwyn’s mind reeling – and whishing she could do the same thing for her mate.

She could imagine the look on his face, how it would slowly crumple from the usual mask of indifference to utter admiration. How he would reach for her, scarred, warm hands wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. How he would whisper in her ear.

“Gwyn? Are you even listening? Nes, I think you fried her brain.”, Emerie waved a hand in front of Gwyn’s face, effectively pulling her out of the daydream. She hadn’t even noticed that Nesta had made it back to the room and sat next to Em, opposite Gwyn.

“Sorry,” Gwyn winced, “I was just thinking about Az.” She knew she always could be honest with her chosen sisters.

Nesta’s smile, that had been soft while Gwyn was dreaming, now turned feline. “Oh, I know exactly what our little Gwyn was thinking.”

Gwyn couldn’t help the probably hundredth blush of the night creeping up her throat and into her already overheated cheeks, but nodded her agreement. Nesta was always good in figuring out what Gwyn wanted to say, even if she had no idea how to voice it.

“I think,”, Nesta began and scooted to the edge of the sofa, “that it might be time I borrow out some of the sets, so that a certain Spymaster might lose his mind.”

Emerie now caught on to the idea. “Ohh, that’s that look on your face.”

Gwyn took a deep breath. “I thought I could maybe try something like that. You know, since Azriel was the one initiating most aspects of intimacy in our relationship.”

She caught her bottom lip in her teeth, her thoughts now becoming clearer and clearer. A plan formed in her mind. “I want him to lose control. To see me using my sexual agency. I want to feel the confidence that I always see on you, Nes.”

Emerie clapped her hands excitedly. “Yes! I second that. But you need to spill what happened when he saw you in lingerie.”

“Agreed. Do you want to try some of my sets or should I take you shopping tomorrow? That little lingerie shop by the Sidra is a dream, honestly.”, Nesta sipped her wine. She eyed Gwyn with a proud gleam in her eyes, knowing exactly what kind of background Gwyn had concerning sex. Seeing Gwyn all glowing and confident would make her day – getting the story about how Azriel lost his mind would just be the cherry on top.

“I don’t think I’d fit in your sets, so I guess we’re going shopping.”, Gwyn said through her smile. Only the thought made her both nervous and excited. But it would be worth it, so worth it.

The girls continued to talk about the world. Every additional glass of wine spurring them on to delve into wilder topics and spill deeper secrets. But Gwyn’s thoughts were still hung up on her adventure tomorrow. And when she went to sleep that night, that hazel pair of eyes she dreamt of stayed with her.

***

“Good morning, sweetheart. How can I be of assistance?”

A friendly-looking, voluptuous woman approached Gwyn and Nesta as soon as they stepped foot in Starlight, Nesta’s trusty lingerie shop by the Sidra. The girls had made their way down in the earlier hours of the morning to avoid bigger crowds that normally started bustling through the streets after eleven. Just the outside of the shop was enough to make Gwyn’s hands a little clammy.

She had been used to a modest and simple lifestyle all her life. Being a priestess and serving the mother, you really didn’t need that extra pair of shoes or a fancy dress. The robes were enough, more than enough, as they symbolized their sacred connection to the mother and her gifts. But the mating bond was also sacred, and Gwyn planned on appreciating it in a way she hoped would have Azriel drooling. He knew her with plain black or nude panties and bra. Not that the male ever complained, that was the furthest thing from his mind when he saw Gwyn standing half naked in front of him.

Nesta looked expectantly at Gwyn, waiting for her to answer the lady. And Gwyn complied. “I was looking for a set of lingerie, two actually, in the shades of a dark green and black.” If Gwyn was known for one thing, it was a meticulous plan of action. “I don’t know exactly what kind of style I prefer, but maybe we could go with sets that are not too, eh, scandalous, but are also not modest.” Even before she had finished her little speech, the saleswoman smiled and ushered her towards the back of the shop.

“Wonderful. A dark green set would go prettily with your hair, dearest.”, the woman voiced Gwyn’s train of thought exactly. “Look around in these two sections,”, she pointed Gwyn and Nesta towards the racks of clothing, “and when you have found a style you like, call for me again so we can figure out the sizing.”

The Valkyrie nodded their thanks and were left to browsing the shelves on their own time. Gwyn was a little overwhelmed, even though she had imagined her perfect set of lingerie last night, in the hopes that it would make the decisions today easier. She looked at the sets that caught her eye more closely, running her fingers over the lace or the satin of the fabric. Gwyn thought that alone the feel of these has an erotic undertone that she was more than ready to explore.

From time to time, Nesta would poke her head out from beneath the racks and hold up a set that she thought Gwyn would like. They were, to nobody’s surprise, a little riskier, but tasteful and delicate nonetheless.

After what felt like an hour of scrutinizing over every green and black set in this store, Gwyn called over the saleswoman to seal the deal on five sets that would go into the changing room with her. Two of them were Nesta’s contributions, two Gwyn’s and the last a complete wildcard coming from Lilliana (the saleswoman) who insisted on Gwyn trying it on.

Alone in the changing room, Gwyn went through the sets, trying to decide. She felt good in all of them. Good was an understatement, even. She noticed how she immediately stood taller when the satin caressed her skin, how her hair shone through the contrast of her pale skin and the dark fabrics, how luxurious her curves looked. She didn’t have as much of a chest as Nesta, but the bras she decided on didn’t allow room for any kind of criticism.

After she tried on every set and showed it to her two fans (because they were enamored with everything Gwyn put on), she made her decision.

The dark green set (curtesy of Nesta) consisted of a lacy bra that continued on longer under her bust and only really covered the important bits – the rest was effectively see-through. A pretty golden bead was sown to the fabric right between her breasts. The matching panties continued the same lace pattern, only going dense right at the apex of her thighs. It felt more expensive than it was and complimented her hair and skin nicely.

But it was the black pair that had really stolen her heart., the one the shopkeeper insisted on. It honestly was of a similar style, a bralette and some panties, but it had additional, loser-fitting shorts that were completely see-through. Gwyn felt more covered up, as she technically had two underthings on, but it was still unbelievably sexy. The pattern of the lace though – it reminded her of the movement Azriel’s shadows made. The twirls that usually wrapped around her wrists in greeting or assurance, she could now wear on her body. And Gwyn was convinced that the Shadows wouldn’t be the only ones appreciating the concept.

After paying for the two sets, the two women quickly took off towards the House of Wind again. Nesta was still involved in planning their trip, and Gwyn already stole a precious hour of research from Merrill, that would surely end in some vicious looks thrown her way. Interestingly enough, Merrill refrained from screaming at Gwyn after she found out about her mate.

Besides, there was only one thought Gwyn’s mind was really occupied with. Azriel would be home from a mission by tonight. And she wondered if he would feel in the mood for dark green, or rather black.

***

Gwyn went through her mental checklist another time, honing in on the points that weren’t implemented to perfection: she had yet to place some more candles around the room, and the tea also wasn’t ready yet. After picking and choosing some more lightly scented candles and arranging them in what she hoped would create an inviting and calming atmosphere, Gwyn made her way to the dining room in the House of Wind. She was clad in her usual robes, but her steps were visibly more confident when she thought of the secret she carried underneath. Hopefully, Az wouldn’t notice straight away that something was different.

He had tugged on the little golden strings connecting their hearts and souls a few minutes ago, which usually meant that he wasn’t too far away from home. Gwyn’s heart sped up to race against her chest. She’d finally be able to see him again, feel him pressed against her and hear his calm, reassuring voice.

“Hello Gwyneth.”, said voice startled Gwyn back to reality, little whisps of black Shadows already circling her body to pull her closer to her mate. He stood there, poised on the balcony, nearly blending in with the night sky, and took her in.

“Shadowsinger.”

After a quick scan of his body – which appeared to be unharmed – Gwyn moved towards him. She flung herself into her mate, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck. His own arms snaked around her waist and pulled her up, wings enclosing the two of them in addition.

Just like that, Gwyn’s whole world centered again. She hadn’t even noticed how askew it was until now. She hadn’t noticed how hard it was to breathe now that her lungs filled with a scent of night mist and cedar again.

Azriel was cold. His body trembled nearly imperceptibly from the exhaustion of the flight. But he was home, safely, and that was all that mattered to both of them in this moment.

“I’ve missed you, my love.”, Azriel whispered into her hair. Gwyn looked up towards his beautiful face and nuzzled her nose against his. “I would argue I’ve missed you more, but then our food would get cold.”

Azriel smiled. That gorgeous, slightly crooked smile which nearly revealed the dimple he had on his right cheek. “Let’s eat then, I’m absolutely starving.”

Both made their way to the table, stupidly happy grins on each face. For the next hour, while both wolfed down the food the house had provided, Gwyn got to know everything about Azriel’s mission – spywork in the autumn court following up the change of power from Beron to Eris. He had spent five days there, setting up a new network of informants and getting a grasp for the kind of work that needed to be done. He would have to write it down meticulously as soon as he had time and report the whole thing to Rhys and Feyre. But Gwyn and Azriel needed only a look to decide that the time for more work would come tomorrow.

“So”, Azriel started, sitting back on his chair after having finished the last bite, “do you want to tell me voluntarily what got you all excited yesterday and today, or can I start making a plan on how to get it out of you?” Those damned, watchful eyes focused mercilessly on her.

Of course, he would notice. And of course he had to be in that playful mood tonight that made Gwyn all giddy. “Oh, I just found a really interesting piece of research. Groundbreaking, even.” Gwyn nodded her head while she talked. She had read somewhere that through nodding, your listening partner will be more inclined to believe you.

Azriel began mirroring her, nodding his head as well. His eyes narrowed. “Good. Let’s try another question: How about you tell me why you feel the need to lie to me?”

Gwyn was in deep shit. She felt like being interrogated, which she kind of was, and stupidly enough, Azriel was a master in that area. She couldn’t win this. Not when the mating bond betrayed her feelings to him. That had to be it – his Shadows had stopped informing him of these things right from the start of their friendship.

“Well, maybe”, the priestess raked her brain for a plausible explanation, “maybe I just need a little space. Just because we’re mates doesn’t mean that I have to tell you absolutely everything. Where would be the surprise? The tension? The heat?” Gwyn pressed her lips together to stop herself from rambling. She got the feeling that she’d be an awful suspect.

“Right”, Azriel drawled, angling his head while still keeping his focus directly on her. Otherwise, he went completely, unnaturally still. Like a predator that finally found his dinner and tried to think of a way to kill it swiftly. Or to hunt it down. And judging by the gleam in his hazel eyes, the latter would be in Gwyn’s future.

He spoke again, voice going lower and more quiet. “Then we seem to have two possibilities now. Do you want to hear them, Berdara?”

Gwyn gulped. “I still don’t know why you press me like this.”

“Two possibilities. Come on, ask me. I promise they are fun.”

For him.

“Fine, let’s hear them and be over with it.” Gwyn tried to make her voice sound bored, but failed miserably.

“I don’t appreciate your tone, love.”, Azriel’s brows furrowed together in fake disappointment. “But here they are. First: we’ll try this whole honesty thing again and you tell me what got you all excited. Don’t blame me for wanting to know what happened in my mate’s life, it’s a natural curiosity, I can’t fight it.”

Then his smile deepened, and Gwyn’s knees went so wobbly in response that she was glad she already sat. “You second option would be more of a hassle, but that never stopped you in the past so why would it now. Second: We take this to our room and I’ll only let you leave when I’m finished drawing every single detail of your past 24 hours out of you. How I’m going to do that can be a secret. For the surprise, the tension.” He stopped smiling, leaning forward slightly. “The heat.”

Gwyn was simultaneously scared and excited out of her mind. Would she reach into her gorgeous new underwear, she’d probably face only wetness. But she felt defiant.

“You know, Az.”, she leaned forward herself, “I never knew how much you like to hear yourself talk.”

They stared at each other. The silence grew thick, just like the Shadows that surrounded the pair and felt the tension between them charge.

The Azriel spoke again.

“Run.”

And Gwyn was out of her chair and up the stairs as fast as she could muster. Pure adrenalin pumped through her, and she couldn’t help the manic smile that spread across her lips. That male knew how to keep her on her toes. But she needed to focus, to think. His Shadows won’t help him find her, she was certain. But he still knew what to look for, still knew this house better than her. She decided to head for the library, in the hopes that he didn’t see her make the turn. After she found her hiding place, pressed against a bookshelf, she tried desperately to calm her breath. That would be the first thing to betray her. Then, she needed a plan to overwhelm that colossus of a male somehow. Her brain went to work.

In the dining room, Azriel stayed leisurely sprawled in his seat. He wanted to finish his tea. It would be easy to follow Gwyn’s scent around the house, more specifically the scent of deep arousal and excitement, so she could have a head start. She would end up begging and crying underneath him anyways. This was just a fun foreplay to him.

After a minute or two, Azriel stood from his chair and headed straight to their bedroom, not even bothering to look more closely for Gwyn on his way. He’d rid himself of all the unnecessary armor first and maybe wash his face and hands before he’d start to look for his mate. That way, he’d be easier to undress later and Gwyn will jump out of her skin if she doesn’t hear him search. She’d probably even come out of her hiding spot just to scold him for taking so long.

Back in the library, Gwyn grew more nervous by the second, even though she couldn’t hear Azriel make his move. But that was the point. Why didn’t he come look for her? Or was he already here, and she missed him coming in? She was very aware of her heartbeat, could hear it roaring loud and clear in her own head. He can’t winnow in here, can he?

After a while, Gwyn came to the conclusion that she won’t be able to best him at this game. He will find her eventually, no matter how difficult she made it for him, and then she’d be thrown into oblivion. Her best possibility was a surprise. She prided herself in always doing what the Shadowsinger didn’t expect her to do, so why change tactics now? With a last glance thrown in the direction of the door, Gwyn started undressing herself until she was left in nothing but black lace. And then she waited for him to find her.

After a few more minutes that felt like hours, Azriel stepped through the door, as silent as a feather falling to the ground. Gwyn held her breath and pressed further into the shelve, feeling every book imprinting its form on her bare back.

He took a few measured steps into the room, looking around. “Gwyneth? You are in here, aren’t you? Come out now, my love, and I won’t be too hard on you.”

Not too hard, sure. She probably won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Goosebumps erupted all over her skin at the mere thought and a slight tremble stole itself into her fingers.

Azriel continued to circle the room, now exactly opposite her. Gwyn bet all her money he knew where she was, but wanted her simmer in panic a little more. She won’t have that.

Taking a deep breath, Gwyn stepped out of her hiding place, leaving her discarded robe behind. Azriel had stood with his back to her, but turned at the sound of her naked feet.

When he saw her, she swore a violent tremble went through his own body.

“I thought of a way to appease you.” Gwyn said lowly, taking a tentative step towards her mate, who was frozen to the spot. Even his Shadows had stopped their movement, they hovered above and beside him in absolute stillness. Maybe they wanted to mirror their master or maybe they recognized themselves on Gwyn’s skin.

Quietness seemed to be Azriel’s answer to any kind of situation that surprised him.

“Yes, I thought you would say that.”, Gwyn tried to joke to release the tension that didn’t really dissolve after they stood from the dining table. It only grew.

Azriel forced out a thought, the single thought that was on his mind. His voice felt like he hadn’t used it in centuries. “Gwyn.”

Said Gwyn only smiled. “Az.”

And then he moved like he was out of his mind. Crashing into Gwyn, he pressed her up against the wall next to the door to the library. Both of her hands were caught in one of his, held mercilessly over her head. His other hand was granted the freedom to explore.

Gwyn’s breath grew quicker. She tried to look her mate in the eyes but his were practically glued to her form, raking manically from side to side, up and down. She could feel the single emotion that came crashing through the bond as clear as day. Desire.

Azriel’s hand came to rest on the outside of her thighs, his fingers playing with the lace of the shorts and tugging slightly. His eyes finally found hers and practically burned through Gwyn’s head. He looked so incredibly intimidating, a wall of muscle clad in all black, siphons gleaming in the dark, his strength pressing her into obedience. Azriel usually was careful to not appear intimidating to the ones he loved, to not mirror the stances his father used to frighten, but apparently, all control was thrown out of the window now.

Not that Gwyn was scared. The tingle between her legs only increased. It nearly hurt now.

“Have you figured it out yet, Shadowsinger? Why I was all excited?”

Azriel still looked at her in awe, but began to nod slowly. His fingers traced featherlight up her side, over her ribcage and up her arm. Then he began to caress the outline of her bra.

But Gwyn wanted, needed, more from him. “What do you think Az?”

He swallowed once, his hand coming to rest on her cheek. “I think that I’ve never in five centuries of living seen someone as devastatingly beautiful as you. I think that if I look at you long enough, the image will imprint itself in my head permanently, so that I can see it every time I close my eyes. And- “, he paused his mesmerized stare to her body to drag it up to her face. “And I’m trying to think of a way to fuck you senseless while keeping this on.”

Gwyn released the breath she held during his little speech. She couldn’t say a word, had to stop the whimper that threatened to cross her lips. She could only find his lips.

They connected in a searing kiss, tongues dancing with each other. Gwyn was still deliciously trapped by the male, but wanted to feel him closer. She wrapped a leg around his hip and pushed him towards her, so that their torsos connected without a single millimeter of space in-between. Azriel continued the kiss down her neck, sucking at the spot that had Gwyn panting, just underneath her ears. For good measure, Gwyn wrapped her other leg around him as well. She felt him throbbing against her core now – not that she needed any more of his teasing.

Forcing Azriel off her by his hair, she tried to look for his gaze again. “Az, stop.”

He calmed immediately. She was glad to see that, even in this state of utter obsession, he was able to listen to her if need be. He took a step back, but obviously took Gwyn with him as she was glued to his body and didn’t plan on having it any other way for the remainder of the evening.

“Maybe we should take this to our room? Just in case Nesta or Cassian come by.”, Gwyn whispered into the dark. Azriel only nodded, still in trance and next thing she knew, a storm of black engulfed them.

The first thing Gwyn saw again was herself. She stood in their room, facing the full-length mirror next to the window. The candles she had placed around the room earlier were lit, and she made a mental note to thank the house for that later on. Behind her in the mirror, she saw her Shadowsinger. He looked over her shoulder into the mirror as well.

His arm snaked around her waist, feeling the scraps of lace on its way around. “I really hope you know how beautiful you look.”

Gwyn smiled softly. She indeed felt beautiful, confident, glowing. She suited her mate, like two people cut from the same cloth. Her gaze found his in the mirror. “I do.”

Azriel nodded, his hand finding her breast and gently massaging her through the bralette. His fingers scraped over her perked nipple, eliciting a groan from Gwyn. While his thumb continued his ministrations, circling and pinching her nipple ever so slightly, his lips found the meeting point of her neck and shoulders. He sucked, bit and licked over the spot until Gwyn physically couldn’t take it anymore and had to wiggle herself away from his lip. She saw that a purple bruise formed there already.

Her mate only laughed. “Wound a bit tight tonight?”

Azriel started the same torturous biting on the other side. His hand finally let off her breast and wandered lower, underneath the hem of her shorts. Through the fabric she could still see perfectly well where he was going, travelling down and down until he stroked once over her covered clit. The lacy fabric heightened the friction and Gwyn couldn’t fight the deep moan that escaped. That didn’t go any better when his Shadows decided – or were ordered – to join in and ghost up and down her inner thighs.

Azriel’s hand that previously held her waist in place for him now found her breast again, his other played with her clit over her panties, all while staring at her body through the mirror. Gwyn nearly combusted at the sight of him, of her, and what he did to her while he pressed his cock to her back.

“You have no idea what you do to me Gwyneth. I could combust in my pants right in this moment.”, he buried his nose into her neck, inhaling deeply while his hands continued their stokes and caresses. Gwyn decided it was time he was tortured a bit as well.

“I thought about you when I bought this, you know? I hoped that I could look pretty for you, for my mate.”, she smirked a little when she heard a groan at her neck, “I wanted the lace to look like your Shadows, so that even if you aren’t here, I could feel some part of you on me.”

“Gods”, Azriel ground out through his teeth. That woman would be the death of him. “You look so pretty for me Gwyn, such a perfect girl.”

His Shadows, happy that she mentioned them, curled up her body and towards her face, stroking across her cheeks and lips. She truly couldn’t take it anymore.

Turning around to face her mate and presenting him with the back view through the mirror, she reconnected their lips again into a passionate kiss. She knew that Azriel kept his eyes open to drink her in, if the sounds he made were any indication. Gwyn pushed against his chest until the pair was met with the edge of their bed.

They fell onto it together, a tangled mess of limbs and black twirls. It was truly a challenge, how Azriel tired to undress himself with the help of Gwyn all while not wanting to part from her lips. When he was gloriously naked, his seven Siphons discarded almost dismissively on the floor, he gripped Gwyn’s waist again and positioned her on top of him. Her core ground onto his cock, dragging the lace across it in a way that made Azriel lose his mind.

“Ride me.”, was all he said, sitting up slightly to place kisses across her chest and over her bralette. His fingers found their way underneath both her shorts and panties, pushing the fabric as far to the side as it will go to reveal her dripping pussy. With all barriers aside, she could finally sink herself onto his cock. She felt inch after inch, every ridge and vein of him as she took him in. Azriel was panting, Gwyn let out a moan when she felt all of his length buried into her. Then, she moved.

Gwyn couldn’t really tell if she spent mere minutes or hours on her mate, riding him and herself into oblivion after they both came once, then twice, then three times. All that Gwyn needed for her climax was the look of Azriel’s face as she sat atop him, his words of praise and worship, his fingers that didn’t still once on her body, but explored her through the lingerie. Only when the lace was completely wet with both of their releases did they stop. Azriel continued to undress Gwyn then, slowly and delicately removing every piece of the set and laying it down next to her while connecting his lips with every inch of skin he set free.

Later that night, the Shadows started replacing her underwear, swirling and caressing the places where the fabric would usually touch. Gwyn found her release again just through their movements while Azriel watched. It had felt like hundreds and thousands of kisses and licks that simultaneously worked her breasts, hips, pussy and rear and she was in heaven.

Just before they fell asleep, Gwyn congratulated herself on her ideas. She was fucked out of her mind, but still couldn’t help wondering what reactions the dark green set would elicit from her ravenous mate.

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